#so . SO damn pretty and soft and tragic …LOVE HIM.

[opheliasam]

guys he’s so . wtf…WTF . angel

[eddiethehunted]

i want you to touch it softly (ao3)

believe it or not, this one isn't a wip, it's COMPLETE! rated: m (to be safe, tbh could probably be rated t) | cw: drug use, horny discussion, eddie has a thing for his hair getting pulled (implied) | wc: 1.6k | robin/vickie mentioned, platonic stobin, mutual pining, steve being into hair care and skincare, idiot4idiot, the usual <3 title from ariana grande 'my hair'

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Steve’s curled into a corner of the couch, watching the movie with glazed eyes, his knees drawn up to his chest. Robin’s feeling a little buzzed herself, laying on her side on the other end of the couch, with Eddie sat cross legged on the floor in front of her, scribbling away in a notebook.

Without really thinking much about it, she reaches forward and starts playing with Eddie’s hair. He startles at first, glancing over his shoulder, but she just smiles at him and twirls a curl around her finger and he relaxes, so she doesn’t stop.

“Okay, I have to know,” she says, because really, Eddie’s curls are beautiful, just really dry and frizzy and she’s stoned and nosy and curious. “Is this a perm? Or is it natural?”

Eddie looks offended, shooting her a reproachful look over his shoulder and saying, “It’s natural.”

She nods, twirling a piece around her finger again. She can see Steve on the other end of the couch looking over sulkily. Jealous. She thinks it’s adorable, the way Steve quickly looks away when she glances over at him.

“It’s so crunchy,” Robin says, “how much hairspray do you have in here?”

Another affronted look. “None! I just washed my hair before I came here.”

It’s still a bit damp around the roots, so she knows he’s not lying. She gets her fingers really in it, pulls his head back a little bit, and he makes this weird sound in the back of his throat. It’s something between pleased and irritated, like when you pet a cat that can’t decide if it wants to purr or claw at your hand.

Steve huffs and pretends he’s still watching the movie, but Robin bets he’s jealous as hell right now. He has expressed to Robin several times how badly he wants to be allowed to play with Eddie’s hair but he can’t because that’s weird and guy friends don’t do that and he doesn’t want to make Eddie uncomfortable.

As if Eddie doesn’t melt into a puddle of horny lovesick goo the second Steve so much as brushes against him.

It’s not really her place to tell him how many times Eddie has complained to her about his own pathetic crush, though, so she never does. Just lets them both lament and pine and complain to her about how badly they want each other, and how sad and tragic and woeful their lives are that it’ll never be requited love. Pats Eddie’s shoulder when he covers his face and whisper screams into his hands when Steve walks by wearing those stupid jock shorts and lets Steve lay his head in her lap and whine about Eddie’s arms and his hands and his mouth and—kinda just everything.

(It’s only fair, though. They’ve both heard enough of her salivating over the short skirts Vickie always wears on their dates. And that one low cut shirt she wears that shows off her cute tits. The least she can do is listen, even if it kinda makes her want to bash her head into the wall sometimes.)

Steve likes hair, she knows. Skincare too. He likes products and he understands skin types and hair textures pretty well, considering she’s sure he’s never learnt anything cosmetic-related, at least not formally. He put her on some new shampoo a few months ago and her hair’s never been so soft and healthy and wavy before.

Eddie’s hair is dry. It’s kinda fried, even. It’s brittle and tangled and not really rough to the touch, but definitely not as soft as it could be, and she knows it drives Steve insane. Like, Steve likes Eddie’s hair like it is—she’s sat through way too many sexually frustrated rants about how badly he wants to mess it up—but he knows how to help it, and he wants to, because it’s like, his love language or something.

“Damn. Your hair is dry.” Robin glances sidelong at Steve again, trying to project her thoughts into his mind. “You should use a hair mask or something.”

“Some of us are poor,” Eddie says indignantly, jerking his head away. He scoots closer to Steve’s side of the couch, out of her reach, and glowers at her as he pulls his notes to the other side of the coffee table. “My hair’s fine, thank you very fucking much.”

“I’m poor too, dumbass,” Robin points out. “I just steal Steve’s stuff.”

Steve snorts, letting his head loll back against the back of the couch, his eyelids heavy. He’s been quiet all night—he gets that way sometime when he’s high, just stops talking and sits there, quietly listening to whatever’s going on around him—but he speaks up for the first time in over an hour to mumble, “Not stealing if I’m givin’ it to you.”

“Whatever,” Robin says, waving a hand. “Touch Eddie‘s hair, dude. It’s crispy.”

Eddie shoots a desperate, betrayed look at her, then says to Steve, “I will bite your hand off, Steve.”

“Mhm, bet you will,” Steve says, ignoring the warning, because Eddie is all cozy in his plaid PJ pants and Steve’s old hoodie and therefore about as threatening as a small gerbil, “lemme see.”

He reaches out to touch with only the faintest flush on his cheeks. It could easily be blamed on his high, but Robin knows him as well as she knows the back of her own hand. Steve is absolutely losing his shit right now. He’s just really good at hiding it.

“Dry,” he confirms. His hand lingers in Eddie’s hair and Robin notices that Eddie doesn’t bristle nearly as much when Steve’s the one with his hand all wrapped up in it.

Rude. But understandable.

“What the hell,” Eddie complains, but he sounds decidedly less irritated and a whole lot more flustered now. He’s nowhere near as good at hiding it as Steve.

Robin hides a smile when she notices how he’s not doodling in the margins of his paper anymore, but instead twisting a ring around his finger and staring hard at the wall.

Okay, she's more than aware of the fact that she started this, but she’s starting to think that maybe she should, like, go. Give them some privacy or whatever. Save herself of having to experience this.

“Th’s’not a bad thing,” Steve murmurs in his soupy, slow, stoned voice. Robin might not be into guys at all—especially not Steve, he’s like, Steve—but she’s not an idiot, she can tell in a purely observational way how the gravely sound of it could be sexy. She’s not completely oblivious.

Neither is Eddie, apparently, because there’s a strange glazed look in his eyes that Robin is sure has nothing to do with the weed in his system. His adam’s apple bobs as Steve runs his fingers through his hair, tugging a bit near the roots to pull Eddie’s head closer.

Eddie goes willingly. Quietly. Steve looks delighted, a big stupid smile on his face.

She is seriously such a genius. Steve owes her, seriously.

“Not a bad thing,” Eddie echoes.

“No, s’nice like this anyway.” Steve gathers it all into one hand, like a ponytail, before letting it fall slowly, playing with it like that over and over as goosebumps break out over Eddie’s neck.

“How do I—” Eddie sounds like he’s choking, the back of his ears and neck bright red. “Uh—make it better?”

“A hair mask might help,” Steve says, rolling onto his side so he can get both hands in Eddie’s hair. He’s too out of it to notice the violent shudder that tears through Eddie’s body. “You should do a porosity test.”

“Uh huh,” Eddie says blankly. Robin nearly cackles. Eddie has no fucking clue what’s going on. He checked out the second Steve got his hands in his hair.

“That’s the one where you see if your hair floats?” she prompts, when it’s clear Eddie isn’t going to say anything else, too dumbfounded to process anything that Steve’s saying to him.

“Mmmhm.” Steve gives a little smile, pleased that she remembers, and of course she does.

Eddie’s eyes shut and he presses his lips into a firm line at the sound of Steve’s agreement, like he’s fighting some kind of demons inside. Steve’s still got his hands buried in Eddie’s hair, eyes glassy as he watches the frizzy strands run through his fingers.

“Maybe high porosity. Feels rough.” He tugs a little, maybe on accident, or maybe he’s too stoned to think better of it. “Wanna try a hair mask?”

“Uh,” Eddie says.

Robin kicks him, not at all subtly, and he coughs, straightening up a little bit.

“Uh, yeah,” he chokes out. “Um… if you think it’ll help, I guess. Why not.”

God, Eddie owes her too. She’s such a good friend.

Steve’s hands fall from Eddie’s hair as he pushes himself up to a sitting position, somewhat clumsily. He catches Robin’s eye, biting his lip in an excited smile, and she grins back, giving him a thumbs up.

“If the pizza shows up there’s cash in my wallet,” Steve tells her, getting to his feet and offering his hand to an absolutely flustered-looking Eddie. “C’mon, gonna show you how to take care of those pretty curls.”

Eddie’s mouth falls open, gaping like a fish out of water. Robin can’t help but snicker, grinning wider when he shoots her a bewildered, panicked look over his shoulder as Steve tugs him towards the stairs.

She curls into her corner of the couch, pulling the blanket closer to her chin and putting her focus back onto the movie as she waits for the doorbell to ring. Grease is always a classic, and, well, whatever happens between her two favourite idiots next is really none of her business.

She does turns up the volume, though. Just in case.

[anika-ann]

For the game:

Steve Rogers x reader, blanket kingdom

Jaqui, my sweet! I'm sorry I took so long, brain did a thing 🙈

Thank you for participating in this ask game (which has rules I completely ignored, because brain be braining differently) 💕 May the result bring a smile to your face!

Blanket Kingdom

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Type: blurb-ish, fluff, emotional hurt/comfort WC: 1,8k 🥹 Warnings: a bit of self-deprecation, allusions to anxiety and depression, tooth-rotting fluff, Steve being unfairly perfect and pretty

It was one of those days: a day that was simply wrong in its core.

Nothing major had happened; nothing tragic. You had lived through an alien invasion; you had sat by Steve’s bedside after he’d had a brush with death and had cried your eyes out. You had lost people, lost friendships and lost jobs. Today, no heartbreaking event took place – and yet you had trouble counting your blessings.

It was one of those days; a day that was simply wrong. One minor inconvenience after another, piling up and up and with every inch added to that pile, with every teeny struggle, you just wanted to throw yourself on the floor and scream. And cry. And that feeling itself, paired with knowing all too well that not one of those things that should really make you feel like that, made you want to scream and cry all the more.

Then, your only solace; coming home.

Coming home to the most loving, softest, warmest embrace you’d ever known; an embrace which today, you repaid Steve with soaking his Henley in tears and smudged with a little mascara. Stupid, stupid tears. Stupid shoulders of yours which couldn’t bear the weight of mere inconveniences, while Steve’s shoulders carried weight the world. And yes, he might struggle sometimes too, but he had valid reasons at least. You, today? Barely.

And yet, you clung to him like to a lifeline, soaking in his love and his sunshine dimmed with concern for you.

“Why don't you lie in the bath?” he hummed as he ran his warm palm along your spine again, adjusting his head on top of yours, kissing your hair.

The first hint of a real smile since you had left the apartment this morning twitched in the corner of your lips.

“Are you telling me I stink, mister?”

A light offended snort escaped him, the little jerk of his chest sparking gentle warmth in yours. “No. You smell lovely. But to relax. You're all tense, honey.”

You hummed in agreement, swallowing the ‘no shit’ your angel of a boyfriend did not deserve.

“’kay… uhm… will you come with me?” you asked lowly, retreating a bit despite feeling like you were leaving a soft comfy bed at an ungodly hour of a morning, entering the cold dark world.

Your lips pursed slightly, the echo of your voice sounding so childish even to yourself in face of the larger-than-life man; and it felt all the more childish to see him frown compassionately, his thumb stroking your cheek, still wet with tears.

“I’m sorry, love, I've got one last bit of work to do. Then I'm all yours, I promise. Maybe we can watch a movie?”

You nodded, an automatism triggered despite the rejection feeling ridiculously like a punch to your gut. God, you were pathetic. And so was probably your attempt at a smile.

“Yeah, sure. That sounds lovely.”

And it did sound exactly that; except Steve wouldn't come to the bath with you to hold you, which was honestly all you wanted. What you wanted more than anything in the world, at least at the moment.

Another inconvenience added to the pile.

Except this time, you felt like the inconvenience; an imposition on Captain America, who had much more important things to do.

You understood. You did.

But god did you just want--- you didn’t even know anymore. Nothing. Anything. Everything.

You knew deep down this feeling would pass eventually; you knew that eventually, you’d again feel like a human being and not a burden, like someone worthy of love instead of loathing, but the weight of the pile was so damn crushing, all the problems of today thrown at your body, at your face, blocking your view of the starry skies so you couldn’t even wish on a falling one.

And through the mess, you missed Steve’s smile, bright like a sun, following your every step as you shuffled to the bathroom.

Body slightly more pliant after the long minutes in the scented bath, softest pyjama pants on along with Steve’s t-shirt long enough to be considered a dress on you, you took a deep not-so-steadying breath. Stepping out of the bathroom felt like a trial; your best attempt at bravery made, your smile froze in an instant as you set eyes on Steve.

Or rather on the result of the incredibly important task worthy only of Captain America you had thought he had had to fulfil.

A blanket fort. He had built you a blanket fort, large enough to be called a blanket kingdom. Big enough to accommodate both you and him comfortably, and since he had mentioned a movie, with enough space to fit in a provisory cinema.

Tears prickled in your eyes as you met his gaze, his hesitation evident, his own inviting smile wavering.

“Is this okay?”

No. No it wasn’t. It was far from okay, because this was—

You took a wavering breath, trying to steady the quivering of your lower lip, trying to draw some air into your lungs even as there seemed to be no space in your chest but for the explosion of affection for this man.

By god, you did not deserve him, but you were never letting him go.

Steve frowned as you quickly wiped the tears having escaped with the back of your palm, crossing the distance between you with cautious strides, as if worried he might spook you – or that you’d break or dissipate into thin air like a dream if he got too close too fast.

Joke was on him; you were sure he couldn’t be real.

But he was. And so was his warm hand enclosing yours, leading you into your hiding place from the cold dark world, a solace gently illuminated by fairy lights, fluffy blankets and pillows gathered to battle the piles of struggles you had faced today, two cups of hot chocolate to sweeten all the bitter pills that had made your stomach hurt, laptop indeed prepared, displaying the start screen for Princess Diaries 2, your ultimate comfort movie.

The sob was exploding from your chest before you could hope to stop it, your whole weight thrown over him as he laid on his back, your inner cuddle monster coming out, soothed by his presence and his gentle chuckle.

“So it is okay,” he teased you lightly, your frantic nods against his chest enough of an answer.

“Oh Steve... it’s perfect. You’re perfect. I love you. I love you so much I can’t handle it,” you muttered, hushed by a tender peck to your forehead.

“I love you too… now, tell me. Does Her Majesty find her quarters satisfactory? ‘tis no excuse but my time and resources were unfortunately limited.”

You couldn’t supress your giggle as he mimicked the way Nicolas would speak at the end of the movie, asking for Mia’s forgiveness and pleaded to know whether she reciprocated his love.

“Steve-“

“And does my betrothed wishes to order from the royal kitchens before the comedians begin their performance?”

He used the moment of your stunned silence to steal a kiss from your now parted lips, your heart trembling with overwhelming affection.

“I’m… not your betrothed, love-“

“Yet,” he muttered, almost absently as he tucked a lose strand of your damp hair behind your ear, smiling oh so warmly, as if his words weren’t sending your heart into frenzy. A very, very pleasant frenzy.

Hesitating, torn between whether you should address his little remark, you decided to call upon your nearly non-existing bravery and use the opportunity to apologize.

“That would mean being here for better and for worse…” you said, earning a hum of agreement, Steve’s gaze following his fingers as he traced the lines of your face, as if committing them to memory. Your voice stuck in your throat. “I… I’m sorry it’s on the side of worse today. I’m sorry to-“

“We all have those days, sweetheart. Would you tell me off if I had a bad day?” he inquired gently, causing your voice to fall silent with a huff.

The little manipulator; he already knew you wouldn’t. You had been there for a bad day or two of his before; and if he’d have you, you’d be there for all of them.

You sighed, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, causing him to grin brilliantly you almost had to shield your eyes; from the brightness, from the almost painful beauty.

He really was an angel accidentally kicked out of heaven, landing hard but keeping his heart soft with love for humanity. And by some miracle, for you.

“You know I wouldn’t,” you murmured, a mantra you sometimes reminded both and you and him echoing in your head, a ray of soft light on days when it turned into a dark place. “You are worthy of love on any day, and loved you are.”

“That’s right, love. And you deserve treats and food…?”  

Honestly, you weren’t hungry at all, but you were aware that much like the gloom following you today, that too, was only momentary. And despite how wholesome and fulfilling your relationship with Steve was, you could not live off on it only.

“A pizza sounds good?”

Steve pecked your lips, before shifting under you to reach for his phone. “The word of my betrothed is my law. I shall see to keep Her Majesty happy, fed and mine.”

“Oh my god, stop it,” you giggled at the warm fluttery feeling in your ribcage, not blind to the way Steve’s eyes lit up at the sound, his sheer delight at your happiness and being the source of it spreading through your veins like liquid sunshine, warm and joyful.

“Now why would I, when Her Majesty my queen looks so beautiful smiling…”

“Steve---- very well,” you resigned to join his gentle ridiculousness despite the heat in your face, caressing his cheek with the pad of your fingers, his smile softening, skin dusting with pink under your affection as it still did at times. “I therein declare my love to you, Sir Rogers. Please accept my gratitude for your heroic actions and for my chambers large enough to be a castle. Thank you.”

Thank you; I do not deserve you. But I do.

He caressed your hair, irises sparkling, the fairy lights playing games so enticing on his handsome face you wanted to chase the shadows and light with your lips.

“Anything for you, my love. May we rule in peace in good humour, for long years, side by side.”

And there it was again; a subtle promise of forever. You leaned your cheek on his chest with a smile, nestling comfortably, not protesting in the slightest when he pressed one of the cups of hot chocolate to your hand, before tapping on his phone to order dinner.

You sighed contentedly, the worries of the cold dark world stranded outside of your unconquerable fortress, while you remained safe and loved.

“Yes… that is all we could ever wish for.”

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[roadkillremi]

DuckTape 1

FP Jones X F!Reader

Masterlist

A/N : This was slightly rushed sorry.. but there's more to come!

Summary: After 5 or so years of dating FP you left due to his downfall. You told Jughead to call if he needed anything. And he called asking for your help with FP... (Reader is the age 25+) ((I might have messed with the plot line, I don't regret it))

Warnings : Mentions drinking, Mentions FPs "side hustles", Language, Angst.

One might had called it a cliche love story. FP fell in love with his neighbor at the trailer park. He'd watch her hang dry her clothes on Sunday mornings. He'd tell Jellybean to go over to get her attention. 5 year old Jellybean walked over pulling on your shirt going.

"My daddy thinks you're pretty.."

You'd blush and look down at the girl. You held her hand walking back to the trailer. FP answered the door with a smile.

"Sorry! Her mom lets her roam around the front yard at her house. And uh I guess she got out...".

"You sent me out here-" Jellybean whispered. FP just looked down and then back at you.

That was the beginning of the tragic love story of you and FP. He didn't make enough money to help out with jughead. You tried to help and eventually just moved in. Jughead became fond of your company. He liked your view on things and your stories. For once it seemed like the Jones had a legit family. But FP started having drinking problems and got in and out of jail. You told him you couldn't stay until he cleaned up his act. That was 8 months ago..

"My dad said he'll give your dad a second chance. But only if FP wants it." Archie looked at Jughead intensely. Jughead shook his head, "he won't listen to me...".

"What about Y/N?" Archie asked softly. Jughead stopped in his tracks and looked at Archie.

"Maybe.". Jughead moved to the side of the hallway. He dialed your number and tapped his foot waiting. Archie watched over his shoulder. Jughead brought the phone to his ear, "Y/N?".

"Hey, Jughead! What's up?". Jughead took a deep breath, "I need your help talking to dad.". It went silent, "About what?".

"Getting a job... Getting his life together. He's been a mess..since you left.". Jughead glanced up at Archie.

"Don't pull a god damn parent trap on me, Jughead." You softly warned. There was a soft laugh, "No. But I know he'll listen to you..".

"Okay. Only this time.".

"thank you..".

Which leads you here, waiting in your parked car in front of FPs trailer. Jughead went in to talk to him, he told you to give him five minutes. You sighed getting out of the car and walking to the door.

"Why not?! Maybe Y/N will come back.. and mom will let jellybean visit.."

It went silent. You knocked on the door putting your hands into your pockets. There was scrambling before FP opened and Jughead watched from the side.

"Y/N..." FP looked at you intensely. He studied you up and down, he moved to the side to let you in.

"Jughead you can go..." You say softly. Jughead nods and leaves slamming the door behind him.

"FP... This place is.. a wreck.." you looked around the living room. The trash and beer bottles flooded the ground. Dishes piled up on the counter, FP looked at you.

"Nice to see you too." He muttered. You sighed, "Jughead sent me. He uh.. wants me to convince you to get the job with Fred.".

"No." FP stared into your eyes and then went to get beer.

"FP. This isn't negotiable. Your son needs you! He can't couch surf!"

FP laughed taking a sip of his beer, "why do you care? You left.". You put your hand on your hip, "Because before... Before that night of fighting... I loved you. And we were happy."

"And broke-" FP fussed.

"All you care about is money!" You argued. You shook your head, "Just get the job. And sober up and.. we can talk about.. us." You stormed out the trailer towards your car. Jughead leaned against your car, "Did it work?".

"Give it an hour." You tried to smile.

You drove back to your apartment which was still south of Riverdale. You sighed as you entered the bare apartment. You dragged yourself to the shower hoping it would clear your mind. The hot water rolled down your body. You wanted to give him another chance. You sighed, grabbing your towel to dry yourself off. You walked into your bedroom and checked your phone. You received a message from Jughead. 'Hey. Dad got the job and we're going out to Pops. You're invited.'

You sighed contemplating your choices, you really did miss FP. You missed the two of you cuddled up on the couch. He'd stroke your hair gently and laugh loudly at the jokes in the movie.

'I'll see you there.'

You sat in the parking lot of Pops. Your heartbeat intensed as you looked at the Diner. You found the courage to go inside and look to find the Andrews and Jones. Jughead waved you over, you smiled waking over.

"Hey. I hope I'm not intruding.." you smile glancing at them.

"Of course not, Y/N!" Fred smiled. Jughead scooted over for you giving you a seat. You sat down in front of FP you looked at him before looking over.

"Wow Archie! You look so grown.. I haven't seen you since you were 13.. 14?". Archie smiled, "Thanks.".

"You're embarrassing him." Jughead joked. Fred cleared his throat, "how have you been, Y/N?".

"Uh.. good. I got an apartment. South of Riverdale..." You nodded, "I got a job at a mechanic shop.".

"wow that's great!" Fred smiled.

"Yeah. Real great" FP said looking at you. You glanced at him, "Well you already knew that.. didn't you, FP.". The two of you stared at each other for a moment.

"But jughead called me. He said he wanted me to give FP a talking to. Since he's stubborn as a bull." You smiled. Fred laughed, "You're telling me!".

"so uh, Jugs? Do you still write?" You looked over at him. FP leaned forward, "Yeah! You always were reading a book or typing away!".

"Like that time he took my laptop! He wrote tons of stories on it. And he felt so bad when I found out.".

"Yeah I remember that...". FP studies you.

"He writes for the school paper with Betty." Archie smiled slightly. FP leaned forward, "Betty?" he started tapping on the table.

"Whose Betty?" He asked, "your girlfriend?". Jughead went silent, you gently rubbed his back.

"Don't pry, FP.". Jughead cleared his throat, "Y/N do you still play the drums?". You looked down, "It's been a good while but yeah.".

"You know we have a drum set at our house.. why don't you guys come over for a jam session?" Archie asked. You looked up at FP, "Sure.. why not?". FP grinned, you looked down at the table.

"Y/N do you want anything?" Fred offered. You shook your head, "Oh, No.. I shouldn't-".

"Get her a banana milkshake and she'll be your best friend." FP teased.

"Banana milkshake?" Jughead asked looking at you. You sighed, "It's my favorite milkshake. When I was little on Fridays my mom would let me get a milkshake. But only if I got a decent grade in my test. And so banana is my favorite and i never tried any other flavor.".

"what a touching... Odd story" Jughead grinned.

"Hey, uh Pops?!" FP called. Pops looked up from the counter, "Can you get us a banana milkshake?". Pops nodded, you glared at FP.

"What was that?!" You fussed as you walked towards your car. FP followed you, "A peace offering.". You turned around, "A milkshake is a peace offering for putting a snake in my apartment?!". FP sighed, "I was drunk...".

"As always.." you muttered. He sighed, "I.. I'm driving to Archie's for that jam session. Do you need a ride?". You shook your head, "No.. I can drive myself..".

You all jammed out in Archie's garage. After FP put the guitar down, "You're way better than your dad, Archie.". FP then looked at you, "You were great as always, Y/N."

"Very sweet of you." You say looking at the drum sticks. Archie stood up, "No, you're really good! Do you think I can record you uh playing for some of my songs?". You shrugged, "Sure!". FP walked over to the cooler, "Does your dad keep beer in here?". You tensed up and looked up at Jughead.

"Uh, it's getting late dad.. don't you think?"

FP glanced at you, "Yeah probably.". You started to relax again, "Mr.Jones? What happened between you and my dad?". You glanced over at FP, Jughead whispered to Archie. You closed your eyes bracing yourself.

"Uh.. Me and your dad started Andrews construction. But he wouldn't say we were partners."

"here we go." You mumbled. FP glared at you, "We were broke and i needed some jobs. And those jobs got me in hot water.".

"FP." You warned. He kept complaining about his past, you put your face in your hands. You tried to tune him out but failed.

"FP! Stop!" You yelled. He looked over at you, "You have no one to blame but yourself.". FP took a sip of his flask as a response. You stood up, "Archie it's been great but I think we over stayed our welcome.". FP nods, "Agreed.".

You and Jughead carried him into the trailer. You both laid him down on the couch.

"I got it from here, Jugs." You smile. He nods before leaving, FP sat up lazily.

"Y/N..." You sat down on the edge of the couch. He drank himself to waste in the drive back to his trailer. You sighed and started to help him take off his shoes.

"FP.."

"I'm gonna fix it.... Us.. me.." he mumbled. You glanced at him, "Are you staying?... Please stay.". You sigh, "I don't know.".

"I'll sleep on the couch..". You looked at him, "Jellybean called me the other day..". He looked up at you, "what'd she say?".

"She uh... She misses our game nights.." you softly said. Tears built up in your eyes, "She.. said she wants us to get back together. So her mom will let her spend the night.". FP sat up a bit, "She says she misses our playlists in the car. And she still listens to Pink Floyd." You wiped your tears away. FP just stared at you, you sniffled softly.

"Remember how... You'd cheat in Monopoly?" You smiled. FP nodded, "Yeah..".

"It made Jughead so mad..." You laughed softly. FP smiled, "I.. I miss you..". You looked at him, "You're drunk.".

"I.." he sighed and leaned to the side on the couch.

"I really miss you... You made our family complete.." he dozed off. You stiffened, "our family.". You stood up, "Night FP.".

You left the trailer, Jughead stood by the trailer waiting. You glanced at him, "Good try. Not happening.". You walked towards your car, "Y/N.. I'm not saying what he did was right. But.. he said he's gonna try.".

"I told you no parent trap shit, Jughead.". You said unlocking your car door. Jughead stood there, "So you're leaving?! What about me?".

"Jughead.. I'm not your mom..." You softly say. He tensed up, "But you're the closest thing to a mom I have!". You glanced over, "Jughead.. FP.. he's a mess.".

"You think I don't know that!"

"I'll talk to him tomorrow when he's somehow sober." You sighed.

[foundheavenly]

“Darling”

Disclaimer: English is not my mother tongue so please be nice

Words: 2000

Plot: Suguru didn’t left and stayed to the school. You two are together since a decade now and are teaching everything you know to the new students.

Pairing: geto x female reader

Theme: fluff, comfort

The air was filled with laughter and the unmistakable scent of strong coffee. Satoru, Shoko and you were sitting around a circular table, engaged in your usual banter. Laughing and sipping our coffees as if time had slowed down.

It had been a decade since the tragic day when you lost Riko and Haibara, and so much had changed since then. The painful memories were still there though, but you moved on. You had to.

“Where’s Suguru anyway?” Shoko asked as she had another cigarette between her lips. You looked at her and you suddenly thought that you never saw her without one since you know her. It’s pretty crazy when you think about it.

Gojo shrugged as he put his foot on the table. You pushed it away and looked at him, clearly annoyed by his behavior. “Manners, Gojo.”

The white-haired man put his hands in the air and chuckled. “Chill out princess.”

“It’s gross you dumbass” You started to argue but both of you didn’t cared about it. You were always beefing with each other. And that’s why you both were very close to each other.

Suddenly your heard some footsteps and you already knew who it was. A smile formed on your face as your eyes shine and Shoko chuckled at your reaction.

Suguru’s effect, that’s as simple as it is.

“Satoru, always trying to pick fight, aren’t you?” Suguru entered the room and smirked playfully at his best friend. You felt your heart melting as you got a glimpse of his usual charming smile.

Suguru Geto, once feared and reviled for his affiliation with curses, had stayed at the school, dedicating himself to its purpose. He had undergone a remarkable transformation, both in his powers and character, earning the respect of his colleagues and students.

And you couldn’t be more proud of him. You knew how tough it was for him back then and you were relieved he didn’t left.

Suguru and you, however, had been together for a decade now. Your relationship had evolved into a unique blend of love, friendship, and a lot of teasing. Despite your positions as esteemed educators and protectors of the school, you never missed an opportunity to poke fun at each other and to have time for enjoying dates, movies nights and quality time.

“Darling” Suguru smiled warmly at you, leaning down and pressing his soft lips against your forehead.

Your heart raced faster at the contact and you smiled tenderly, lifting your head to look at his dark eyes. “Hey”

Damn him.

Suguru took place on the chair next to you and his hand went to hold yours under the table. Every time he was around you, you felt like it was only the two of you. Nothing else mattered. Your gaze was softer than a few minutes ago and you couldn’t help yourself to watch him attentively. Gojo watched you and let out a laugh, even after all these years, you were so down bad for Suguru. And your friends swore it worse than before since you both got married. You just couldn’t help but be glued to each other, to be very affectionate. It was insufferable for everyone. But you couldn’t care less. Speaking of which, Suguru turned his head to look at you. And out of nowhere, he peppered your face with kisses. Your eyes widen at him and you chuckled.

You heard your friends sighing loudly and Gojo made a disgust face at the sight of you two.

Hilarious.

Shoko took a sip of her coffee and she smirked at Suguru when he stopped his lovey dovey activity. “You know, Suguru, you've come a long way from being a cursed menace to becoming a beloved teacher. Who would've thought that the infamous Geto would be educating the next generation?"

Suguru, always unflappable, answered with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Well, Shoko, they do say the best teachers were once the worst students."

You laughed at his words. “You’re unbelievable”

Suguru grinned and winked at your words.

Gojo chimed in, putting again his foot on the table. You groaned at him but didn’t say anything. He always getting on your nerves. “Speaking of worst students, did you guys hear about Yuji Itadori's latest escapade? Kid's got a talent for getting into trouble, I'll give him that."

Suguru frowned at his best friend and moved his feet from the table.

You rolled your eyes at Satoru and then chuckled when he mentioned Itadori. This kid was something special and you found yourself getting very attached to him. He was your favorite student after all. “It's like he's on a mission to prove that he's the new master of troublemaking."

Suguru leaned back in his chair, a sly grin on his face, while his hand is still holding yours. "Maybe I should have a talk with him. I'm sure I can find a way to instill some discipline in the young lad."

You playfully nudged Suguru and chuckled. “You? Disciplining someone? I think that would be a sight to behold”

It was only teasing him because you knew he could easily guide Yuji and the others students. Suguru shook his head at your words and tried to hide the coming smile.

The room filled with laughter, a chorus of chuckles from those who had witnessed Suguru's transformation from a ruthless curse user to a caring teacher. It was moments like these that reminded you of the bonds you had forged, of the shared experiences that had brought you together.

Despite the laughter, there was an underlying sense of peace and fulfillment in your lives. You had all come a long way since those tumultuous days, and you were determined to ensure that the legacy of the school lived on, even if it meant enduring more hardships and banter along the way.

You took a glance at the time on your phone. “Well, time to train the kids. Suguru?”

Suguru nodded and got up from the chair. The both of you said ‘see ya’ at Gojo and Shoko, and you walked to the train field. His arm around your shoulder, the silence between the two of you was comforting and the fact you had each other was enough.

From a far, you saw Megumi argued while Nobara and Yuji were teasing him about something. A smile formed on your lips as this scene reminded you of the good old days. These three were just like your group of friends and it was kind of funny to see.

Suguru chuckled at them too and at the sound of his laughter, the trio stopped and looked straight at you both.

“Mr and Ms Geto!” Yuji exclaimed as you can sensed his enthusiasm to see the both of you.

You smiled at him and asked at the three of them, “Did your mission of yesterday went well?”

Megumi and Nobara looked at each other and glanced at Yuji, while he frowned at their reactions.

Oh boy…

“As usual. Yuji got in trouble so we had to save his ass, but besides that we killed it.” Nobara grinned as she smiled proudly.

You let out a laugh at her words and you were a fan of how indifferent and confident she was.

“Well we’re proud of you for the result of this mission. We know it wasn’t easy” You looked at Yuji and sighed. You didn’t have to speak because the boy knew already what you were thinking. He grimaced and pouted. But you patted his shoulder so he knew that you weren’t mad or disappointed in him. You could never.

You clapped your hands and looked at Suguru. “Should we begin?”

He nodded and went to the middle of the field. Your eyes were fixed on him as he explained to the trio the goal of today’s training. You tried to focus on his explanation but his beauty distracted you. His black silky and soft hair were longer than before, in a half-bun while the rest lingered on his toned back, and it was making him prettier as if it was even possible. It’s been a decade now, but you felt more, more and more and more in love with him. The love you have for this man increased with time and you’re sure that you both were meant to be.

“Darling?” Suguru called you, a bit confused yet aware of your thoughts. After all you were his wife, he knew you by heart.

You took a deep breath and looked back at his eyes. “Yes, sorry. What were you talking about?”

Suguru chuckled at your reaction and the students grinned too. Yuji looked at you both with admiration and respect, while Megumi was still unfazed and Nobara was smiling widely. You swore these kids were mocking you.

“My charms are still too much for her” Suguru whispered to them as they laughed under their breath, as if they wanted to hide it.

“Right, it must be it” You teased him back and shook your head before starting to joined him on the field.

As Suguru and you kept to train the trio, it was impossible not to notice the potential in them. They were still so young yet they had already some amazing skills and good cursed energy. They had a spark, a determination that reminded you of your younger selves. You were even more proud of Yuji because it was only a few months he came here, into this weird and danger world.

These teenagers held a special place in your hearts, and it was particularly hard to ignore your attachment to Yuji.

Suguru came next to you, an arm around your waist, and smirked. “You know, they might just surpass us one day, but that's the goal, isn't it?"

You chuckled and looked at him a few seconds before looking back at the kids and watching their movements. “Absolutely. If they become stronger than us, then we've done our job well."

It was your purpose after all: teaching them what you knew about this world to become stronger and smarter than you. Gojo wanted them to become more free of their decisions and choices, and you agreed to this. It was very important to all of you.

You heard Suguru’s voice talking to Yuji. “Yuji. focus on channeling your cursed energy. Remember what I taught you about control. And Megumi, you have to trust yourself more, just follow what Gojo told you last time.”

They both nodded at his words and you looked at Yuji, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he concentrated. “I'm trying, Suguru-sensei. It's just so much to grasp."

Suguru chuckled and the sound vibrated through your body. “It takes time, but I believe in you, kid. You've got potential like no other."

Meanwhile, you couldn't help but wonder about Suguru's potential as a father someday. The way he guided Yuji and the others with such patience and encouragement hinted at the caring and nurturing side that could make him a remarkable father.

You looked at him and whispered. "You know, Suguru, you'd make a great father one day."

Suguru's eyes softened as he looked down at you, his complete interest in what you’re saying. "You think so?"

You nodded, your heart swelling with affection for both him and your students. "I'm sure of it."

His smile was wide and bright. You never saw this much of happiness in his face. Your eyes are locked to each other and you could feel all his love through this exchange. Suguru leaned in, his breath touching your skin, and kissed you.

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

Hi, I was wondering how the TFP autobots and decepticons would react to a cybertronian with the personality of Vander from Arcane and has the same backstory?

You don't really have to do this and sorry for my english😅

Transformers Prime x Vander!Reader

Well I guess I would try write this and make it correctly since Vander became you know spoiler alert. Sorry for not replying during 1st of march @savios-posts

Vander become werewolf but you become Empurata.

Autobots

Optimus

He is surprised that you treated Jack,Miko and Raf as your children.

He knows that you missed your sparklings

He met you before the war and when he used to be Orion Pax he always went to your bar drinking your energon and how he missed the taste.

Ratchet

Ratchet loves how you didn't break his gadgets when you came in.

You always cared about Ratchet health and worried about him when he overworked himself.

You always make Ratchet rest while your in charge.

Arcee

She see you as a family since you fought along side her.

You cared that she got herself hurt that made you worried alot as she assure that she said that she is alright.

When Arcee missed Cliffjumper you comforted her when she lost him always reassure her.

Bulkhead

Two gentle giant big robots that protective of eachother.

Miko love seeing you two play fight with eachother

Bumblebee

Bee finds yo comforting seeing you as a parental figure.

Whenever you've gone to far beating up Decepticons Bee stops you by hugging your back if you have a problem.

"....Thanks Bumblebee."

Smokescreen

Mentor and Student dynamic.

Mr Destiny Child loves being treated as a son when he is training with you alot.

Wheeljack

Finds you pretty chill and amusing.

When he got injured you began to care and protective of him.

Ultra Magnus

He respected that your strength and protection for the one you cared.

When he lost his hands you touch his clawed hands reassure him that everything will be alright.

Decepticon

{Empurata Zombie version}

Megatron

You two worked at the same cabe when you two were miners before the war.

When you started complimented him that he think that you are flirting with him which actually works.

When he became Gladiator you congratulated his victory all the time after when he became Megatron you both began to fight eachother and argue.

He never see you again as he misses you every stellar cycles.

He see you again when the portal opened, his spark drop when he saw you turn into a empurata victim and a zombie by attacking him.

When he wait for you to regain your memories you recognise his scent as you hugged him.

Starscream

He see you locked up in the cell as he teased you by making funny face and making you as you clawed him.

When you regain memories you follow Starscream like a dog as he felt embarrassed about the whole situation.

Knockout

He is ordered by Megatron to make you remember and cure you but its hard when you are clawing at his paintjob which mad him mad.

He regain your memory when Megs is near you.

You began to become more gentle around his tool as Knockout find you amusing how you are so soft.

Breakdown

He want to fight you but cannot because Megatron said he will handle it when he first met you.

You two would fight alot playfully but also hang out alot on the mission.

Soundwave

He find you inferior when he see you again he knew you when you were still a miner and a bartender.

You began to help around the ship when Soundwave is busy.

Shockwave

Empurata are a tragic when the damned get their head removed being replace by a unrecognisable face you don't remember who you were before.

You slept with anyone on berth all day for comfort as Shockwave let you sleep on his berth since he is sleep deprive.

Dreadwing

Finds you intimidating but you are very nice since he cant hate you for this.

You protected Dreadwing from Megatron as you stopped him going full murder on Starscream.

Dw guys he's alive /Delusional

Arachnid

When you first met her began to feel snappy towards her knowing she's dangerous as she finds you interesting.

She try seducing you and manipulate you denied as she got annoyed.

[closetnerd62]

Kinda coming from ur sitting hcs how do you think the gangs sleeps

in general i imagine most of them sleep in a similar fashion to how they sit but i’ll break it down anyway because i enjoy boing it :)

soda: once again. a liquid. except in his sleep, not only is he filling any space available, he is also a flowing. he is on the move in his sleep. my guy is doing interpretive dances in there every damn night. it is not at all uncommon for pony to wake up to soda rolling over and limply hitting him in the face. and he’s a drooled.

steve: snores. so much. one time he was sleeping on the curtis couch and pony got out of bed at 3 am to kick him and get him to shut up. he’s kind of like soda in the way that this limbs are all over the place but he doesn’t move at all. he’ll fall asleep in front of the guys and they’ll all stare at him like “that can’t be comfortable”

two-bit: cuddler. whether it’s a pillow, a pet, a person, it don’t matter he’s holding something (rip two bit mathew’s you would have loved pillowpets). he also sleeps with that stupid grin on his face. this man is truly a cartoon in real life.

dally: the most still sleeper you’ve ever seen. he literally sleeps like the standing man emoji 🧍‍♂️ that’s literally him face down on a bed at bucks. that or he sleeps with his arms crossed. however, his face is so peaceful when he sleeps, you look at him when he’s asleep and your heart aches because he looks like what he is. a kid.

johnny: on the (tragically) off chance johnny sleeps in a bed he needs SO MANY pillows. he sleeps at a 45 degree angle. his shoulders at practically at his ears because he’s used to keeping his collar over his face and neck when it’s cold out and his breathing is so soft pony has to stare at him for at least 30 seconds to make sure he’s still breathing

ponyboy: sleeps on his side, pretty curled up. he keeps his hands by his chest or face, especially so he can nuzzle his face into the comforter. on the topic of the comforter, he hogs it. he’ll take the whole thing and then still have a leg poking out. that is the hardest thing for soda to let slide about ponyboy lmao

darry: once again, slumped, but he will BOLT up when something wakes him. like he STARTLES. pony and soda have to be sure to poke him from a distance if they have to wake him up cause he sits up so fast and you will get hit if you’re too close.

[brotherwtf]

#14 from the smut prompt list no. 3?

14) library sex for those dark academia vibes

oh man library sex for college clegan, I've been having thoughts of like a dead poets society au (WITHOUT the tragic ending because, for once, I can't fucking deal with that)

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"Someone's going to see us," Gale huffs against John's lips and John shakes his head, crowding into Gale's space even further, a hand coming up to brace himself against the bookcase he pushed Gale up against.

"Then you'll just have to be quiet, can you do that for me, doll?" John whispers and Gale almost whines something pathetic when John kisses him again, his other hand coming up to tangle in Gales hair.

Gale's knees feel weak, and there's a book digging into his spine, but it doesn't feel like anything when John's kissing him like this, desperate and begging for it.

John turns around and checks to see if the coast is clear before pushing Gale into the far corner of this section of books, cleverly hidden enough from view that they couldn't be seen from the door. John shoves his face into Gales neck, pressing his nose into Gale's pulse point and nipping and biting all over the sensitive skin. Gale bites his lip, hands clenching into John's sweater. Snow fell outside, a cold draft wafting in from the window they're next to but Gale doesn't even feel it, can only feel John's heat pressed up against him.

John's hand finds the buckle of Gale's belt, flicking it open expertly and pressing his palm to Gale's growing hardness, pressing his cheek against Gale's lips when he whimpers ever so slightly.

"Could hardly keep my hands off of you, Gale, fuck, you're so damn hot... so fucking pretty," John whispers, dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of Gales boxers, taking Gale's cock in his hands and tugging gently.

Gale's legs shake again as a bolt of pleasure shoots through his spine, fingers probably bruising where they clutch John desperately.

"You too, fuck, you too, John," Gale breathes and musters the strength to sloppily take John's cock out of his pants, holding it hot and heavy in his hands.

John bites back a groan and his gaze falls between them, biting his lip when Gale flicks his wrist upwards, taking some of the precum that's formed at John's tip and easing the slide. John mirrors him, lifting his head to insistently press his lips to Gale's, swallowing the gutteral noise Gale made.

John shifts so their chests are pressed together, hands awkwardly pressed together as they sloppily jerk each other off. They're still new to this, they're still getting used to what this all means, exploring each other's bodies with delight.

Gale loves when John gets a little noisy, he knows he's close whenever he lets his groans flow from his mouth freely as opposed to biting them back. The same white hot pleasure surges through him now and he has to bite back his own moan, knees threatening to give out when John twists his hand on his head, slicking his length up with precome. They're not kissing anymore, not really, they're really only just breathing and groaning into each other's mouths, open with pleasure as they barrel towards orgasm.

"I'm close, John, fuck I'm close," Gale breathes and John nods, quickening his hand movements.

Gale follows him, breathing heavily through his nose so he can hear John's unabashed noises as he also nears his climax.

Gale comes against John's mouth, his needy moan muffled by John's tongue, and by his own gutteral groan, hips jumping up into Gale's hand, white spurts of come covering his hand. Gale pants, turning so he can press John's cheek to his. John pulls away first, looking at Gale with glassy eyes and a lazy grin on his lips.

Gale pants, looking up at him before glancing down at his come covered fingers, demurely taking them from John's soft cock and bringing them up to his lips. He gently pushes the digits into his mouth, licking his tongue between the web of his fingers to take all of the salty spend from his fingers, maintaining eye contact with John the entire time. John has a wonderful flush over his cheeks as he watches Gale lick his come off of his fingers, and his only response is an appalled laugh.

"I've never met anyone like you, Gale. You're truly one of a kind," John says, cradling Gale's cheek and pressing a tender kiss to Gales lips.

Gale smiles against John's lips, taking his hand and running it through John's curls, pressing their faces even closer together.

"I sure hope not, John," Gale breathes and John smiles something lopsided again before taking his lips into another kiss.

[lovejosephquinn]

2️⃣

Plot: You become a little irritated arriving to your appointment to find out that your long term therapist has had to go on emergency maternity leave and somebody else has had to step in. When that certain somebody calls your name from the waiting room, your whole demeanour and mood changes drastically. It certainly was the pleasant surprise you were not expecting. Will professionalism hinder the inevitable, or will your feelings get the better of you?

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Word Count: 3.6k

Part One ✨ Part Two ✨ Part Three ✨ Part Four

Is there such a thing as fear of rejection? Absolutely. From your therapist? A little strange for a topic of fear to be escalating madly in your head but you couldn't shake the feeling of the eyes that burnt through your skull and into the contents of your soul each time he looked at you. It wasn't normal to be feeling this way, you were entitled to be attracted to any normal human being as the next person, however the circumstances were forbidden if you were reading it correctly, reading his body language right.

Joe paid you compliments on the few visits you had been to, not just the 'oh you're looking well today.' He had started to call you pet names, called you pretty, started to physically place his hand on your shoulder if he aimed to walk in close proximity beside you, even stopped the session so that you could get lost in the flirty banter that you had shared the night before. The texting was getting worse, the contact outside of his job was indeed not supposed to be as tragically flirtatious. It was clear you liked him, fancied everything from his looks to his ability to make you laugh so damn easy. Whenever you laughed, it would make him smile, he was impressed how easy it was to get you there.

Reading back through your messages, the key signs were impossible to miss. There were a few choice ones that you liked to blankly alert yourself to.

'Missed seeing you next to me today.'

'Hope you're having a great day and staying out of those negative thoughts pretty girl.'

'Maybe one day I'll be coming to you for therapy because you'll of drove me insane with that cute little skirt you showed up in.'

'You're safe with me darling.'

You often imagined through the passing weeks his big brown bush baby eyes sparkling back at you after you had finished your session, no means to an end in his gentlemanly stature, as he would open the door for you on your way out, his hand leaning against the small of your back and soon after you arrived home, a notification of a text message would be safely waiting on your phone. Recently, it wasn't the only thing you had began to day dream, you had taken note more on his lips, the way they plumped together when he was listening to you, the way his tongue would slip to the corner of his top lip, eyes peering like fine slits as he took in your words. The way his nose would crinkle when he laughed. You were down bad.

It had only been a month and you were already fantasising about what it would be like to have those soft looking pink lips pressed up against yours, you betted any more income you ever got in your life that he would be the best kiss you had ever gotten. Sometimes, you would close your eyes and see him there, feeling your heart beating rapidly out of your chest, alerting yourself back to reality quickly when you felt your lips begin to pucker. A day dream was better than rejection and you were not about to face it head on, you couldn't. Joe is your god damn mental health professional. You wouldn't of gone this way for any other, so why him? You had to shake off the fantasy sooner rather than later or the over stimulation in your brain may lead to dangerous territory.

But here you were, standing in front of a mirror, hands firmly placed against your stomach as you twisted from side to side, eyeing yourself up from head to toe, making sure there wasn't one hair out of place on your head, caring about what you wore for your appointment, freshly showered and eager to get through the entrance. Excited to even see Agnes through the prosthetic glass which separated you, willingly advising you to take a seat, all so that you could spend the couple of hours praying the complete opposite; for it to go slow so that you could make the most of every minute with Joe.

You hadn't received a message from him in the last 24 hours which seemed strange to you, seeing as you had spent every day over the last few weeks texting most evenings at least. It sparked confusion in you but you were still determined to see him regardless, it could easily be just a blip, after all, you hadn't messaged him either so you couldn't fully place the blame onto him for feeling ignored.

Today was a day where you had gawked at him from across the seating area more than ever, even the awkward old receptionist had shone you a rather welcoming smile when you walked into the building. The leather jacket that was slung over his shoulder made him look almost bad ass, the tight fitted checked trousers beautifully caressing his hips whilst the black shirt tucked into it, two buttons opened and the silver chain glistening from the artificial lighting above the little ruffle of chest hair. Black square glasses adorned his head. His hair looked extra curly today, his sights finding you right away seeing as you had planted yourself on the chair right next to the door where you knew he would be coming from.

"Come on in." He smirked at you briefly, obviously just a polite greeting so that nobody knew the ongoings of what happens behind closed doors or in your case forbidden text messages. You couldn't of looked more desperate clambering off your bottom if you had tried, almost slamming the door shut behind you before Joe could even attempt to reach for the door handle himself. You did a mental skip over to your chair whilst he sat down in his once he had witnessed you make yourself comfortable.

"How are you?" He asked. A little subtle for Joe seeing as the text messages had become increasingly more close and personal, flirtatious none the less but you instantly had your anxieties flooding your brain of if he was being off with you.

"I'm okay." You twiddled your thumbs on top of your thighs watching as his glasses came to sit where they were naturally supposed to. "You?" Joe's eyes shot up, keeping his head still at the position of looking through your previous notes.

"Yes thank you." He smiled at you in a quick movement this time, as if he were just using his muscles for the sake of it.

"So what brings you to your eighth appointment in just over a month?" Joe picked up the black biro pen and placed it to his mouth, rolling the edge of the clicker over his lips.

You. You are what brought me here.

"I-I- I just had some stuff to talk about I guess." You knew exactly what you meant but you didn't know how to explain it to him personally seeing as he was part of the reason. Silence fell over you both for a few more minutes, making the tension grow evermore. Your leg began to nervously shudder, his eyes shooting back to watch your body part move vigorously before continuing his reading.

Moving his glasses back up to the bouncy, untamed curls, he took a deep breath in and made the exhale apparent through his nostrils. "Yeah? Go on."

"It's nothing actually. Maybe I should go." You were quick to cut the conversation off. The mixed signals you had never actually received before were like a knife to your heart. Maybe he was just having a bad day and wanted to get home like the definite majority of people wished for to happen as quickly as possible.

His eyebrows knitted together. "Well now I know there's something. Besides therapy, if I know anything about the female species it's that if they tell you nothing when they've just told you they want to talk about something - there's something. So spit it out Y/N." It was like a darkened growl to his throat when the last part hissed toward you. You were taken back, stood up and made a repetitive mirror image of the way Joe had just took his own deep breath.

"Where do you think you're going?" He stood up beside you, his frame standing over you as intimidating as you felt the first time you had met him.

"We'll reschedule. Talk about it another day." You couldn't help but feel the rush of tears aiming for the corners of your eyelids. "Maybe."

"If that's how you feel..." Joe left it there, as a professional he couldn't force it out of you, as himself he could of but he had to remember where he was at this moment in time. You walked out without a second glance back, livid at yourself that you had let yourself fall for such a false sense of reality. Agnes and you're sure several others watched as you stormed out of the building, focussing her eyes onto Joe's door which was closed shut.

Slamming your car door, throwing your bag onto the passenger seat and putting onto your seatbelt in an almighty huff, you turned on the ignition, fists turning white from how hard you were gripping onto the steering wheel. You were almost ready to put your foot on the pedal when your lips become trembly and your vision clouded over from the waterfall of tears about to erupt. You moved your hands to your face wiping away the flood of stingy, salty tear drops which made their way out in full force. Looking into your mirror, you tried to regain your composure so then at least you could go home and cry in a more private environment, at least you would be lonely in peace.

Just when you had stopped, your phone began vibrating, a displeasing sound to hear when you were in the middle of what you could only describe yourself as a mild mental breakdown. You stifled through your bag to find your phone, pulling it out only to see Joe's name appear on your screen. Of course you answered, just like a puppy rolling onto it's back, you wanted to hear exactly what he felt that he needed to say to you. You apprehensively tapped at the green phone icon, answering the call and placed him on loud speaker, setting the phone in your lap.

"Y/N." He sighed sweetly enough for you to hear it loud and clear, causing your heart strings to be tugged. "Please come back in." You remained quiet, he would have to try harder than that.

"Please." A little breathless whisper escaped out of your phone, making a little squeak of noise leak out from you lips.

"You can hear me right?" You nodded, as if he could see you. Moron.

"Yes." You replied blunt and to the point.

"Then come back, I've blocked myself out of my own diary for another hour just to speak to you for at least five minutes, I don't like how you left just then." As if your therapist is the one to tell you that they don't like how you left your appointment. It wasn't the point that you were only there today just to be next to him. "You need to come and talk to me." That is the whole point of his job after all, you hung up, throwing your phone back into your bag, undoing your seatbelt and stepping out the car, marching back through the car park and into the building you'd obviously caused an overly dramatic scene in. Agnes called out your name but you kept your eyes firmly locked on Joe's door and pretended as if you had not heard her. Opening the door, you stepped in, impolite for not knocking but Joe had invited you back himself so there was no need for it. His face stared at you with intended purpose, like there was something he himself wanted to say to you but couldn't spit it out.

You moved back to your seat, brown, sorrowful eyes trained on you the whole way there, the creak of his movement turning to face you in the worn leather armchair.

"Hi." He called out apologetically.

"Hi." Your voice was pretty much at the same pitch as his, solemn and dull.

"No judgment. Tell me what you need to talk about. Therapist to patient. That's all." That's all? What more are you both?

"Okay fine." If that's what he wants, let's see him answer this. "What happens when you really feel like you're getting into a deep form of ridiculously forbidden situation-ship with someone which is clearly wrong and there's nothing you can do about it but let it torture you until it finally ends?" Joe's lips pressed into a thin line, his front teeth revealing themselves to chew on his lower lip whilst drinking in the most obviously personal yet unsettling question he had heard in a long time, quite partially because he was never involved in being the reason for that particular kind of ask.

All that was heard between you was the sound of the clock on the wall ticking the seconds by, each one counted by you for the time he didn't choose to answer you straight away. "Come on therapist, your patient's waiting for their advice." He seemed taken back himself by your angsty and sarcastic remark, a lot for him to let sink in which you should appreciate, especially when you had a lot of doubt that he wasn't in the same frame of mind himself.

"Is that a rhetorical question?" You couldn't help the scornful snort of laughter straight from the pit of your throat, moving your tongue from side to side along your teeth to stop you from gritting them.

"No Joseph, it's not." You gulped, you had to say it now or things would just inevitably become worse. "Let me rephrase it." Joe sat forward, shoving his elbows to his knees and resting his head upon his closed fists.

"What happens when my therapist is giving me signals that I'm not entirely sure are real but they seem real because he texts me constantly, inappropriate to anyone who would be a fly on the wall for starters. I feel like I'm digging a hole for myself that I kind of want to get out of but don't want to just in case the tiny glimpse of hope that I hold onto if my assumptions were to be right may not come to bite me on the ass if I was wrong?"

Joe looked down to the carpet, looking slightly perplexed. "I- I- didn't expect that." He stuttered out.

You stood back up, ready to leave on your high horse, probably to never see this man again due to the fact it seemed like he was not on the same path as you. Walking forward, you felt Joe wrap his hand around your wrist, holding you into a halted position and stood to attention; your heart beating out of your chest from the physical contact.

"Stop walking out. You're good at that." Joe's eyes had formed into that of a puppies, you looked out of the corner of your vision to take a look at the defeated frame of your therapist.

"There's no wonder I need therapy, huh." You laughed at your own pathetic attempt at a joke to lighten the mood. He pulled your wrist back, making you take a couple of steps back in fear of tumbling over.

"Please. Sit back down." He let go of your wrist hoping that you would make the right decision. You did. Joe got out of his chair and moved to sit next to you, to close for comfort but enough so that your nostrils could smell the beautiful scent of him, so that you could see his features up close and personal. You decided to be a grown up for once in your life, get through your fears and turned to face him. Joe's sigh became pitiful.

"What happens when the therapist wants nothing more than to make a move on his patient but can't as he has to be competent and professional in his line of work and is scared of not seeing her ever again if he attempted it in fear of her thinking he was a creep?"

Your mouth couldn't of fell on the floor quick enough if it tried, you had to mentally pick back up your jaw, you could feel your chest rising and falling at an impeccable speed. Joe gave you an impossibly beautiful and conquered smile, his eyes burning through into yours; you could almost see the flames alight in his pupils.

"You should of read the signs better." Your face moved closer to his.

"I could say the same for you darling."

Joe closed the gap, his lips pressing into yours, sealing the fate between you of not just therapist and patient now, but as two involved individuals. The kiss was slow at first, Joe moved his hand up and placed it around the back of your head, tilting his head slight to open it up more, you gladly obliged and turned the opposite way, your tongues moving along forward to dance with each other as it progressed further. You wrapped your hands similarly around the back of his neck as you closed the space between your bodies further, the sound of lips smacking loudly over the clock that now became a mere background sound. His other hand caressed at your back, massaging deeply down your spine in his own wanted attempt to feel you as much as he could for now.

The world had stopped for you both, but time moved faster and faster, the pants of your breaths flung together and the little increase of whimpers of sheer want and need directly hummed from each of you, becoming more and more volumized as the minutes passed. Your bodies were clung together needily, your core was screaming for more and Joe's trousers had become seemingly tight across his crotch. He was the kisser you thought he would be, passionate but not to forced. Sweet but not to fast. His lips glued to yours perfectly, fitting like a jigsaw puzzle from the way your tongues danced around each other.

You were interrupted by a tap at the door, Joe ripped himself away from you immediately, shooting up from his now frustrated feeling of whoever felt the need to intervene on your unknown private time; a time that should not be happening.

Joe sat back into his chair, grabbing the notes and placing them to his lap. Another knock at the door.

"Yes?" Joe answered, the door handle slowly opening and another therapist leaning their unwanted head around the door.

"Do you have that leaflet I asked you for earlier?" The woman asked with a swift smile plastered to her face, glancing toward you but then eyes firmly planted straight back onto Joe.

"I'll bring it in once I've finished my session." Joe gave an awkward smile back to her, the woman's eyes furrowing at your notes as she nodded, leaving and closing the door behind her. The notes were upside down. Joe's timer on his phone went off in the same second to announce that the blocked out hour that he had put into place just for you had unfortunately come to an end.

"Maybe we can continue this tomorrow." Joe stated, licking his lips tasting the remainder of where you just were.

"What do I tell Agnes?" You giggled. "It's a little strange me coming two days in a row."

"Just tell her it's unfinished business, she can't argue with that." Joe moved his head back a little as a sign for you to come over to him. You moved faster than your feet could carry you, standing at his knees, and bending over slight to meet his face in a more close and personal manner.

"Until tomorrow then Mr?"

"Quinn." Joe stifled a small huff of chuckle from his nostrils.

"Until tomorrow Mr Quinn."

"I look forward to it pretty girl." He leaned up to win one last kiss from you, groaning at the way you just let him do it again.

Rebooking the appointment with Agnes was easy, she just stated you as full of issues, trying to make an awful joke with you to which you played along with it. As you left, you were in a better state of mind than when you had made your first swift exit out of the building. Getting into your car, you had to sit there for a moment to take in what had just happened, you could of screamed to the heavens for letting this become reality, having proved to yourself that your inhibitions were completely correct. Your thoughts were momentarily interrupted by a buzz from your phone. Joe.

Joe: 'I can't believe how much I want you. You're going to get me fired if anybody finds out.'

You: 'Nobody will find out Joe. It can be our little secret.'

Joe: 'Such a bad influence, I'm not complaining though. Please wear something accessible tomorrow, we might go a little further than first base.'

You: 'Watch your thoughts Joseph, they might get a little tighter.'

Joe: 'Too late.'

[eddiestightywhities]

SUNDAY SNIPPET

okay so this is considerably more than a snippet but sue me lol it's from my latest pov buck drunk!buddie getting together wip bc it is fighting me and i need some feedback for motivation asdfhjkljjjjsksk

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After a moment, Eddie wipes the laughter-tears from his eyes and calms down enough to say, “God, I fucking love you Buck,” and Buck has to work very hard to not let moisture gather in his own eyes, but for a completely different reason.

He swallows, manages a chuckle and says, “I know,” and thinks about how completely crushed he would be if he were to ever lose Eddie and Chris.

Eddie scoffs, “Alright, Han Solo.”

“Who?” Buck lies, trying his drunken best to keep a straight face.

“Do not even—look; I know there are a shit-ton of old movies you tragically—and sinfully, I might add—have never seen, Buck. But you not knowing Star Wars or who Han Solo is? Shut the fuck up. Ni yendo a bailar a chalma, man.”

Buck just looks at Eddie.

Eddie holds out his hand, palm up, in an explanatory gesture and translates for Buck. “It's kinda like… Not a cat's chance in hell, mi amigo.”

It always feels so, so good whenever Buck is reminded of just how well Eddie knows him; knows exactly what he needs at any given time.

“Anyways, we watched them together with Chris, you idiot.” Eddie grins at him. “And c'mon, man, you pretty much are Han Solo.” He smiles a soft little smile, then, and shrugs one shoulder. “He was always my favourite.”

The involuntary smile that blooms on Buck's face at the thinly-veiled compliment feels like stepping out of the shadows and into the light.

Then Eddie looks thoughtful, in the way only a drunk person getting thoughtful can, which basically means looking like one of the characters from Dazed and Confused (Eds showed him that movie a while back).

Eddie holds a finger up and says, “Hang on, okay, so if you're captain of the Millennium Falcon, then who does that make me?” jabbing a thumb at himself, his drink sloshing around the glass in his other hand. “And do not say Luke because I am sadly not the greatest Jedi the galaxy has ever known, regardless of how much I wanna be. Seriously, I don't care what you or Christopher say; wielding a lightsaber is much harder than it looks; Toys ‘R’ Us plastic LED version or not.”

Buck closes his eyes in condolence, placing a hand over his heart and nodding his head, trying his best to look gracious and not laugh. Buck is pretty damn good with a lightsaber, but Eds? Not so much. Former soldier or not, he always manages to knock shit over with it, or end up with it flying out of his hands and halfway across the room.

“So?” Eddie presses.

Buck looks up from being momentarily lost in remembering the last time they’d all played jedis together. Buck and Eddie had shared Eddie's purple sabre as they took it in turns to fight against Chris with his green one. Eddie has promised they'll get Buck his own, soon. A blue one, to match his eyes, Eddie had said.

“Huh?”

“Which Star Wars character would I be?” Eddie asks again, eyebrows raised in question.

“Oh, okay. The whole pantheon?” The Star Wars franchise is one Buck has taken great pleasure in getting into.

Eddie looks at Buck like Buck might be brain dead.

“Uh, obviously. Why would we limit ourselves here, man? With all the new content we've gotten in recent years—new movies, the series, animations—the world's our roast Porg, dude.” Eddie grins and flicks his eyebrows, biting his bottom lip.

Buck tries not to choke on his own saliva.

“Sure, sure,” he recovers, smiling back and nodding his head. He taps at his chin with a finger in contemplation.

Eddie then adds, “And you better not say Chewbacca, hombre. I am nowhere near hairy enough for that.”

Buck desperately tries not to think about just how hairy Eddie might be. He's showered with Eddie at the station plenty of times, but has always had to try really, really hard to not openly stare at Eddie's amazing body.

It's only just now dawning on Buck that he has always really, really wanted to.

“Nah, that's probably gotta be Bobby,” Buck grins, glad of the distraction. “But not because he's hairy, more like occasionally short tempered but loyal to a fault, with the biggest heart I've maybe ever known. And somebody who just like, takes care of everybody else, y’know?”

“Yeah, that tracks.” Eddie looks fond. “Although I think I might know somebody else with a heart just as big. Bigger, even, maybe… But don't tell Cap I said that.”

They both smile, Buck thinking about how telling Bobby about this conversation would go, and about how Eddie was probably talking about Christopher, who, come to think of it, definitely has the biggest heart of anyone Buck knows.

Buck then takes a moment to think seriously about the question Eddie posed, and finds himself having to look up at the ceiling to escape Eddie's now pretty intense gaze.

Pretty. Intense.

Definitely two Tequila Drunk Eddie traits—although, Eddie is just pretty all the time.

Everybody knows that.

After a little more thought, Buck comes to his conclusion.

“Okay. Honestly? I cannot choose just one, Eds. So it's gotta be a total tie breaker between…” he makes a drum roll on Eddie's calf with his forefingers, “The Mandalorian and Princess Leia.”

Eddie considers this a moment, then says, “You think I'd look good in either a metal helmet that covers my entire head… or a gold bikini?”

Buck smiles wryly. “Both? Both is good,” he jokes, quoting The Road To El Dorado knowing Eddie will get the reference. Christopher loves that movie, almost as much as Buck and Eddie do.

“So you're saying you wanna get me half-naked, but cover up my face?” Eddie asks, one brow now raised in a way that doesn't exactly scream annoyance or disdain, or even shock.

Buck feels the blush creep up his neck and his cheeks flush a hot red. He hopes Eddie will blame the Tequila.

“I don't know whether to be flattered or offended, Buck.”

Before Buck can think about what he's saying, he's answering, “I'd never wanna hide a face like that, Eds.”

Oh, shit.

How the hell is Buck gonna charm his way out of that particular slip-up?

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i don't have many ppl to tag yet, but i'm gonna tag @inell @rosieposiepuddingnpie @sortasirius @angela-feelstoomuch and @woodchoc-magnum for if any you guys wanna post smthng—and anybody else who wants to join in and do the thing!

[silverraes]

10 BL Boys I Want Carnally

10 BL Boys That Make Me Feel Things™

(not sexual, not romantic but a secret third thing)

okay so I wasn't exactly tagged in this but I saw several people doing this and I'll take just about any excuse to scream about my favorite characters so I'm just going to very sneakily join in on this trend 👀

there is absolutely no ranking to these bc I couldn't rank them if I wanted to

(also I changed the name a little bc my ace ass is literally physically incapable of wanting anyone carnally but I still have lots of thoughts lmao)

1) Tharn (The Sign)

I mean. is literally anyone surprised that this is where we're starting?

he's the nicest person out there. he can kick your ass if he wants to. he lost his parents at a young age and is absolutely convinced that everyone he loves is doomed to die and he keeps seeing visions of people dying and he's told again and again that those he has wronged in a past life - which he doesn't even remember - are still out to get him and yet he has so much kindness left for the world??

also he can be such a little shit and knows exactly how to tease Phaya back I love him so goddamn much.

(also that mole-)

2) Kim (Kinnporsche)

was he also on my characters I'd hit with my car list? maybe. and what about it.

I love him so much. he's such a badass but he's such a loser. famous singer who falls for a fan he was supposed to be investigating but is too emotionally constipated to admit it. badass son of a mafia family who can kick ass but only if he wants to. who does it like him honestly

(it also helps that he's played by just about the prettiest man alive)

3) Babe (Pit Babe)

did I start watching this show ironically? yes. is every mention of alphas and mpreg and that mama/papa thing hitting me like a brick and causing me 9000 psychic damage every single time? also yes. did I absolutely fall in love with the show and just about every character in it? you bet your fucking ass I did.

but I especially love Babe. he's just so babygirl. special alpha man who has to act tough and strong but just wants to be babied by his dumbass loser (affectionate) alpha boyfriend. like, he's actually so goddamn soft?? I love him.

4) Guy (Bake Me Please)

I think we all knew this was coming. I was literally gushing about him for half of the episodes. Guy my beloved. that show did not deserve you.

he spends the entire show supporting his crush's every decision and trying to make sure he's okay literally how could you not love this man

(yes he was a petty bitch for like 5 minutes there but he immediately apologized for it the next episode. properly. unlike certain other people-)

5) Sprite (Twins)

he's so himbo coded. himbo of all himbos. the himboest. not a brain cell in that head. he's my little dumbass I love him.

he deserves so much better than what he's being put through. someone please just love and support him for who he is. and also take him away from that family

(please talk to your boyfriend tho I am begging)

6) Wei Wuxian (The Untamed)

MY BELOVED. I could write essays about him. he's such a great character I love him so fucking much. if you ever had to bear witness to me talking about him.. I am so sorry.

sassy emo bitch with a flute and a tragic backstory who's seen as evil by just about everyone but only ever had the best intentions. absolute fucking dumbass. kicks ass. always smiling despite the circumstances. loves his siblings so damn much. doomed by the narrative. what more could you possibly ask for

7) Zhou Zishu (Word of Honor)

I'm trying so damn hard to keep this list to one character per show and it really took me a while to decide if I wanted to include him or Wen Kexing but ultimately it was Zhou Zishu for me

just.. god. him. assassin sect leader just trying to retire who keeps getting dragged into the biggest bullshit but doesn't really mind bc the bullshit comes with a mysterious pretty man. also that whole god damn nail thing. I have so many thoughts and feelings about that but this post would get too long if I got started on those-

(also actually pulling the "I'm literally dying" card to get out of chores is so fucking valid of him. more characters should do that)

8) Milk (Choco Milk Shake)

he is quite fucking literally a reincarnated cat, of course I love him. I could list reasons for why I love him but it would be the exact same reasons just about every cat person on earth lists for why they love cats so. but here's a quick summary, just in case:

petty. dramatic. knocks over glasses. silently loves you so fucking much.

9) Tew (My Dear Gangster Oppa)

I really did not expect to love him this much? greenest of green flags (except for the plot line we shall not talk about). can and will kill people and is fine with it (seriously it is so refreshing to see a mafia character not having a huge moral dilemma about being in the mafia). both a badass mafia man and a gamer guy who doesn't know how to talk to people and is absolutely whipped for his gamer bf.

also scars make a person just about 110x more attractive I don't make the rules. even if the scars are weird and yellow, it's the thought that counts.

10) Tian (A Tale of Thousand Stars)

I? love him??

I just love how he sets out to do something for someone he didn't even know because he feels like this person deserves that much at least and how he ends up genuinely loving and caring for those kids and the village and this inner conflict he's having the entire time but hiding oh so well and how he actually calls out his parents on their rich people bs and-

tagging everyone who reads this far and wants to do it. seriously. I mean it. if you want to do this, please go ahead and say I tagged you. I love reading everyone's thoughts.

[aannonn]

★ ─。colorful text , strong colors , bold text , brief mention of suicide , implied/referenced grief , swearing

okay i know we are all excited about the actual short that just came out but let me ramble a bit about Red cause im getting emotional about this stick ... ( before my motivation to type all of this ends and i dont feel emotional anymore lol )

Red in season 3 went through so much istg ;; not only did he and Sec went through a very tense (and needed) fight which almost caused the end of their friendship (+ Sec was clearly in the winning side here, or Red was just really terrified of her at that moment given to how he tried to run away from her - of which i will probably talk about it in a later post maybe), but he was also really fucking tormented in monster school (i felt so bad for him in this episode i legit wanted to cry)

+ after all of this fiasco he really went ahead and carried this thing (of which, given to how he hit it on the ground and it made a soft thump, it must have been heavy asf) all the way to the other side and??? fucking smashed King's chin which made him fly to so fucking far ;; which means he literally used all of his strenght to carry this staff, and dropkick King with it, even if it was so hard he almost even dropped it at first

AND THEN HE JUST. PROCEEDS TO PASS OUT ON THE FLOOR CAUSE HES SO FRICKING TIRED AND EXHAUSTED AAWRGHWS

there are also other moments where i think he really deserves a break tbh ;;

he lost a pet. i have a pet myself and just the thought of ever losing him hurts so fucking much to the point i can feel my oof'ing urges coming back.

;; granted; it was a minecraft pig and it was high with all the potions, and also tried to kill all of them, but he clearly atleast had some care for that pig ... (the fact that he immediately stood up and spawned another animal makes me think about that one post/tiktok (i dont remember the user) i've seen ; which talked about Red possibly hiding/bottling up his sadness from others , in order to stay happy and positive or because he doesn't think his struggles are important enough compared to the others' - which i think it make alot of sense since you rarely see him cry or something, just going numb and/or looking down in despair - the only ever time we ever saw him cry was when Green supposedly died.)

i haven't talked about this actual short before since i had no desire to , but damn bro the way i felt bad for Red in this(っ °Д °;)っ he just wanted to have red stuff for him aswell, since apparently it wasn't dropping for him for some reason???? okay he should have included green and blue stuff aswell instead of possibly removing them but. still. Green and Blue were so fricking wrong in this

and !! his and Sec's tense relationship in the past seasons ... i love Sec he's literally my fav out of them all but i cannot defend xem on this. i know she had her reasons and im not saying Red was in the right either but, gosh ... pretty ironic given he's the one who inspired xem to break in in their site and join them in their battle

... i dont even need to explain do i

he lost a pet ... again. and because of his own fault aswell ! he knew the possible dangers of fusing the command block and the staff together , given how he almost got possessed alongside his friends the first time something like this happened , and yet ... he did it anyway . and beeper died as a consequence . i cant imagine how much guilt he must have felt .. (probably one of the main reasons why he didnt put up a fight when they put him in the timeout box)

i think he wanted to cry at this scene ngl ,,,

thinking about this ; they are all really tragic characters tbh ,,, stepping away from the heavy angsty all of c!Alan's stickfigures go through , rygb goes through a lot of shit aswell , and tbh i just feel bad for all of them ; they are all such tragic characters that deserve a very well-needed break break/_ \

since we are in this topic aswell , i would like to mention how i really love Blue and his immediate rush in being a comfort for the others<3

i used to think Yellow was the therapist friend but we only ever saw him comfort Blue lolll ( i love him anyway ;; i think Blue is more of a therapist friend than he is though )

[serymn31]

HotD S2E3 raw reaction

I hate watch House of the Dragon with the expectation that it will be bad and ridiculous, with Rhaenyra bias, and I don't expect too much. For me, this episode was less dull than the first two and had its comedic moments. Spoilers ahead.

House of the Dragon or House of the TIME SKIPS? Seriously, this is a lazy trick. The Blackwoods vs Brackens started out as a street fight then BOOM, all of them are dead in the battlefield. They could have given us an epic battle and showed us more about this conflict, about two houses who just needed the flimsiest excuse to kill each other. The two new faces were pretty good for their short screen-time too. Bracken Twink has a lethal face card too. Hope they kept them longer but of course this show will kill anything that will make it interesting.

HARRENHAL is my goth dream and Alys finally showed up and she’s beautiful! I don’t know why there were people who are against Gayle’s casting but with her show look she’s perfect for Alys.

We get a vision scene with young Rhaenyra sewing back Jaehaerys’s head, but this show can’t give us an interaction between Helaena and Jeahaerys when he was alive. Who are MOTHER AND SON.

I actually like that they showed us more of Baela and Rhaena. Rhaena is probably my team black favorite, frustrated, misunderstood, and her family doesn’t value her because she has no dragon yet. Also, have I said FUCK CORLYS yet? This shows that everything is not sunshine and rainbows in Team Black.

Rhaenys is a weird character but I kind of have a soft spot for her. Maybe because I love to see a woman of Eve Best’s age on screen. In this episode, it feels like Rhaenys knows that it won’t end well for her? And she still fought for Rhaena’s claim for Driftmark.

Aegon and Aemond in the brothel. Peak sibling energy from Aegon right there.

Aegon doesn’t look that bad actually when he’s moving in the armor. In the photos he looks like a bug.

JAEHAERA SIGHTING

GOD Gwayne is so CUNTY. What a spoiled bitch! I actually like how Criston put him in his place and reminded him that there’s WAR

Rhaenyra disguising herself to talk to Alicent personally? I agree on most of the criticisms of this scene but from a dumb lesbian POV this was gold. It was so FUNNY. Rhaenyra is flustered and obviously didn’t think this through. “I will be slain but not before I kill you.” It was hilarious.

Damn, why is this always about Viserys? Why do we have this dumb misunderstanding on Alicent’s part. Whether what Viserys wanted or not, Aegon has a pretty strong claim too. However, Alicent was right. There’s really no turning back and its too late for Rhaenyra to stop it.

Good on Rhaenys for reminding her that Aemond’s eye was cut out which indirectly lead to this tragic turn of events

I would like to see an interaction with Helaena and Aegon but Helaena baby, it’s okay for you to grieve. I feel like Jaehaerys’ death is continually being minimized by the writers. Also Helaena’s room is a dream.

That’s it. I actually spoiled myself on tumblr before I watched and let’s see if I still have the attention span for next week’s episodes.

[beerecordings]

Hello, What are your general headcanons for septicegos?

OH NO

the force of this question could knock me off my feet my egos are so inanely overdeveloped and I have a lot of worlds ummmm

so I definitely love JJ and I love any secretly or quietly bad-ass JJ. he's a sweet guy but he's essentially been tortured by Anti and he's tough as nails - if a little damaged. he finds it difficult to trust people but he's so sweet with his friends and loved ones.

Jackie is always the leader to me, I definitely see him as the big brother type. my Jackie is passionate, a ferocious fighter, and very protective. he loves to wear that same red hoodie over again and eat his favorite foods on repeat. in some of my stories Jackie has a boyfriend named ~Max~ and he's crazy about Max, but mostly he's crazy about his family and the other egos, whom he considers his brothers.

I like my Chase with a little assigned blame in his relationships, he doesn't need to be a perfectly tragic hero. he craves connections with others and sinks into his depression fast without it. I know he's Irish in the story now, but when he was American, I thought of him as an unloved kid from small town Nebraska who wanted to be somebody.

Henrik's a sarcastic genius, and whether or not his credentials are real, he's a damn good medic. he comes from wealth but it hasn't saved him from the shit he's been through, especially with Anti, which left him pretty fucked-up in ways he's not sure he can be saved from.

Marvin's a pretty boy and he knows it, but beneath the veneer of acting shallow or self-interested, he's frighteningly determined and can handle himself just fine when he's in trouble. very affectionate with those he loves. very destructive with those he doesn't. ever since the first comic, I think of him with memory issues or problems with others manipulating his mind repeatedly.

sometimes I write soft Anti, but for the most part, I see him as a brutal, obsessive creation who never got over the fact that he was born to cut himself open. he loves mind games. they're how he connects to other people. if you showed him another way, he'd go back to torture without hesitation.

AND LONG LIVE CHARACTER JACK

thanks for asking haha

[coleskingdom]

Trouble

Adam Page x F Reader

Regret and Angst

@midwestmade29 @madhatterbri

“You shouldn’t be here you chose him”Adam’s sleepy, slurred voice , heartbreakingly soft. His hand running through his blonde locks he only does this when he’s anxious. Hands are emotional. The way a man touches you reveals what kind of lover he is, how he loves. Adam’s hands are beautiful and tragic.

“ Damn it, what do you want from me?” his voice an accusation. He turns away walking back into the room. The truth is that I don’t know what I’m here for. How do I tell him that I’m here to make the same mistake we’ve made a hundreds of times. I followed him into the room. My words fall to his back.

“I'm overwhelmed with need Adam; the need to be loved; the need to be seen, the need to be connected; to need to be fucked.” I knew pretty words would bring him back to me.”I need …” was barely out before he turned and his mouth was on mine.

The back and forth of our words or lack of words, songs instead of conversation, the passive aggressive need to avoid and be consumed wholly and completely, but only sustainable for so long. That lust is the sister of love, the sly devil that engulfs you and impersonates love in all ways, but this-it does not care for our happiness.

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Fandom: Person of Interest / Careese Title: The World Be Damned

A/N: This is my first (completed) Careese fic. I'm working on others that are much longer, but I had to get this one out of my head quickly as I do a POI rewatch. I'd love to know what you think!

He was tired. So very, very tired. Of everything. Even when he’d been winning, he was losing; he just hadn’t realized it at the time.

And then he’d sunk lower, losing Jessica, his faith in all he’d given up his life with her for, every person he knew in the world, every cent he had on booze just to fill the cavernous hole of loss yawning wide open inside of him.

And it still wasn’t enough.

He’d ridden the subway to the bridge a handful of times, contemplating his ending, the path he’d write for himself. He was sick of letting everyone else compose his story, telling him what to do. He’d script the finale himself, write the tragic ending of a lonely, forlorn man who’d been betrayed, sign off with a flourish of his own making, world be damned. It had damned him first; he had nothing left to give.

He could’ve evaded arrest at any moment, but who cared? He went along for the ride, his body obeying their commands as though he moved through mud, his mind a fog he couldn’t evade—and not only from the drinking.

He watched the arresting officer speak with a pretty woman, and he prepared himself for more harassment. After all, he looked and smelled like a bum, worthless, useless, irrelevant. At least that was the prevailing opinion of the masses. But he’d experienced far more decency, care, and gentleness from the homeless of New York than he had from the wealthiest individuals in the finest establishments around the world.

The world be damned.

“Ya know, you could’ve done me a favor and let those guys land a couple more punches.”

She was more beautiful up close—he was drunk and homeless, not bloodless and blind—but even if he’d wanted to answer her questions about his training, the words sat too heavy in his chest, tasted bitter on his tongue.

Carter.

She wanted his name in return, but he couldn’t remember who he was anymore. Had lived so many lives under various names, and none of them his own. It didn’t matter who he was. He was nobody.

But her gentle prodding—offering him help, flipping his question back on himself, was he in trouble?—stalled him momentarily.

She was intuitive. Inquisitive, not incriminating. Caring, not condemning. Attentive, not arresting.

From someone in a position of power, hers was the first compassionate voice he remembered hearing in years.

He stared at her intently, concern written on her face as she tried to pry info from him with gentleness and understanding.

He could tell she had strength; no woman made it as a detective in the testosterone-heavy world of law enforcement without being tough. But she was soft, too, in a way most of the world refused to be. And it lent her a power he’d never seen, one she likely didn’t know she possessed.

Not to mention her beauty: flawless skin, bright, discerning eyes, adorably round cheeks, full rosy lips.

She intrigued him, even as he knew he was a mystery she wanted to solve.

And then she was gone, off to run his prints from a plastic cup he’d intentionally touched, not caring what happened to him.

But she did.

He filed that tidbit away as he followed an unknown lawyer out the precinct’s front door.

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