#they're more like... bullet-point mini-fics???

[toomiieimagiines]

Umumum, did you see the kissing hcs you did for akito and tsukasa? I would like a rui one if that's okay :3

It feels weird to request something like this

𖦹 hii! don’t feel awkward about it, i’ve been waiting for something cute like this for a while! let’s stop torturing rui for a while, and let him kiss reader!! (o^^o) sorry for hiatus, i have a bunch going on rn but i have a ton of writing qued up now! i’m just using a short one first to tease u guys! lololllll! do u guys like the new bullet points btw? i just think they're the cutest thing! also, i was thinkin of opening up some sort of commission to help with my banners! i can write you a however long fic if you just give me some pointers… or make some for me… i can credit you under every time i use them as well! LOLOLZ

♪ no warnings! (see before one shot for those warnings tho! (＞人＜;))

Rui Kamishiro Kissing Hc’s + more!?

☆ For starters, he was TOTALLY freaking out before your first kiss

☆ He just wants to impress you! Is that so wrong?

☆ DEFINITELY the kind of person who accidentally keeps his eyes open… Scary…

☆ He had never kissed anyone, or even dated! He didn’t want you to think he was weird if he messed up!

☆ Held your cheek so nicely too

☆ He’s always so gentle with you… :(

☆ Was a total wall for a while, he was always really tense…

☆ He did of course lighten up after a while, but not without a fight

☆ After he realized you weren’t out to get him, he turned into a FIEND

☆ “Sweetheart, I've been doing so good, y’know? I think I deserve something…”

☆ “I really missed you today…”

☆ Kisses with him always have a bit of reluctance to them, though

☆ His signature move is the tried-and-true shifty eyes, darting his gaze from yours, down to your lips, and back up again. He just wants to make sure you look into it!

☆ After that, it's brow-furrowing, the passion exploding

☆ Spontaneous kisses are VERY possible with him, throwing himself over to you when something particularly works in his favor

☆ He enjoys kisses that come from hugging the best. Feeling you close AND getting your lips on his? Sign him up!

☆ He’s also one to tease you when you kiss

☆ When you guys are comfortable, you really should watch out!

☆ He likes to pull you back when you least expect it, and WHAM!

☆ Doesn’t just love your lips either! He’s OBSESSED with kissing the top of your head!

☆ Again with the teasing, he likes to play Romeo and kiss your hands too

☆ He likes to be kissed on the cheek a lot, especially if you wear makeup and leave a kiss mark!

☆ Parades it around like a trophy

☆ The most offended you’d ever see him is if you wipe his kiss off. NEVER wipe his kiss off. He’d never kiss you again in fear he’s an awful kisser

☆ His kisses never really get spitty. If you want constant teeth clattering or biting, he’s not the one for you…

☆ Only time anything hasty happens is when he’s really upset

☆ He loves you - a ton - so please be nice with him too..

ayyyyy!! who’s proud of lil ol’ me?? here’s a mini mini oneshot! not long at all, but i thought the idea was cute! now that i think abt it, this was more just my musing… has a kissy kiss tho, so yay! it’s REALLY OOC sry… i’m rly not all that proud of this work, but it’s embarrassing how long it’s been since i’ve posted so i decided whatever take wut i give ya!!

TW: small issues with eating (rui has autism and trouble with textures (mild ARFID), you help him by trying to make nutritious food he won’t want to spew. . lmao… his problem has NOTHING to do with body image/weight, he’s just very particular..)

Rui wants to kiss you, you want to kiss Rui, and its causing you trouble.

It's been 4 years since you've been friends, 2 days since you've been dating, and you've been staring at each other for… how long are these stupid periods? Whatever, the short story is; the teacher made a million-dollar mistake (letting you two partner up for a group project), and everybody in your class is suffering because of it.

It's a classic story, you talk like everything’s normal, brush hands, look away, sputter something out, stare at each other, and freeze when you realize the other is staring right back. People - yourselves included - have seen you two be so natural together, so the simple fact of you two being so awkward is… unsettling. Little did they know, you both are going through some of the worst identity crises known to the angst-riddled teenage mind.

Rui is scared. To expand, Rui is scared of how much he wants to kiss you. To expand further, Rui is scared of how much he wants to kiss you, because you look so nervous around each other all the time since the thing, and he knows that asking you would be awkward enough to want to dig himself a grave out of embarrassment.

He wishes you would just wear the pants and ask, as horrible as that sounds. Why should he be the man and make the first move? He’s hardly manly, he wears striped sweaters…

He finds that way of thinking farcical, he knows it’s dumb to wait for you to ask, but he can’t help it. You asked him out (kinda, it was a genuinely… unique experience), and you should be the one to initiate a first kiss. Rui had never kissed anyone before! Can’t you take one for the team? He’s sure you’ve kissed people, how could you have not?

You were thinking the same thing, of course.

I mean, you already had to make him sit through your painfully long-winded and uncoordinated confession, the least he could do is this! He's definitely kissed someone, you decide, you haven't! It isn't fair to expect you to know what to do!

To everyone else, said simply, you both look schizophrenic.

The way you two decide how to split up the work, the way you two talk to each other as if you're perfect strangers, is confusing for both of you.

“O-Oh, uh- I can- y'know- I can do the writing, I don't mind-”

Your hands graze the others while reaching for the cheap school laptop.

“Sorry!-” You both squeak in unison, pulling away as if you had burned each other. Damnit! This is so annoying! You have to speak up.

“Rui we’re- c'mon, you're still my best friend, so why’re we acting like this?-” You try to laugh, covering your face in frustration. “Be normal, we do this all the time.”

Fortunately, he loves you more than his embarrassment, so your words quickly calm him down.

You both are just so dramatic!

Later, the lunch bell saves you from the hell-sent assignment, and you meet at your usual spot for lunch. You pull two lunch boxes out of your bag, and he grows anxious.

He squints at the sun, his hand cupping his face. “It’s been warm out, even for me. Do you think so?”

Really, Rui? You want to say, small talk? Is this to get out of the real food you want to feed him? Yeah, right.

“You’ll be pretty warm when I strangle you.” You remark, handing him his. “Heard you get sweaty when you fight for air, so you better not piss me off.” You point for emphasis, forcing down your smile. He has to keep from smiling too.

“Well, now i’m feeling nauseous,” he looks away, chuckling. “I think I’ll call someone..”

“Yeah, right. Like you’d find someone else to cut you cutely-shaped vegetables.” You nudge him with your shoulder, pointing again to his lunchbox as if to say eat. Eat now, or die later.

“Maybe a toddler's mom,” He pokes his veg to the side, “or a professional lunchbox maker. Something stupid like that.”

“I bought you soda candy if you’re a good boy and finish all your vegetables.”

“Aye aye, cap’n!” He fake saluts, looking at his lunch with a new-found determination.

“You're too easy, I should be a dog trainer.” You sit, watching him inspect the offending food. He knows you're watching him, and you know he knows you're watching him. You do it because it gives him a reason to actually try, letting him know that if he doesn't eat, you won't.

“You really went with a challenge today...” He squints.

“Why’d you think I bought soda candy?”

“Ah.”

A beat, you glare at him.

“Are you just going to look at it?” You prod, he ponders.

“What's my conversation rate?”

“Two bites to one candy.”

“That seems greedy.”

“Candy-flation. Its a real issue nowadays.”

Another beat, you have to pick up the silence again.

“So whats the plan?”

“You can eat, y'know. I'd rather you not starve to death.”

“Feelings mutual, Rui.”

“Touché.”

He picks one thing up, bringing it to his lips, and you do the same. You smile cockily, knowing he gave in.

“It's good, I promise. I only cooked ‘em for a little bit, so they shouldn't be too mushy.” You speak up, a piece of chicken in your cheek. “I even put meat in it, since you complained last time that it was too “vegetable-y”.”

He nods, chewing slowly with apprehension filling his body. As he continues to chew, however, his reluctance melts away slightly. He always doubts you for nothing! Why doesn’t he trust you? This isn’t bad at all.

“Good, huh? Proud of you,” you encourage. “Rui 2, broccoli 0. Hold out your hand.” You instruct, placing a candy on his palm. “Give me some feedback. Is the sauce a Rui yay or nay?”

“Makes broccoli better, so I like it.” He nods, confirming himself. You fist pump, thrilled he enjoyed it. He sighs at the taste of the sweet gummy, “I like this better though, if you could believe it.”

“Rui liking candy? I don't!” You feign surprise, holding a hand to your chest. He pushes you away playfully.

“Whatever,” he pauses, swallowing. “Do I uh- Do I have to finish?”

“If you wanna live, then yeah.” You joke, holding up an unconvincing first. He laughs.

You two forget about your shared desire, if only for a little bit.

It ends when he walks you home.

You guys were completely normal the whole school day! You both don't know where the sudden apprehension is even coming from, and it’s just…

awkward.

Rui clears his throat, pulling on his coat with an unneeded sense of urgency. You don't know why he felt the need to get your attention, you've been sneaking glances at him for the last 15 minutes.

“So, uh-” he starts, looking away. You know he's about to try for small talk, and it's welcome. “Tsukasa got sick, can you believe it?”

Ah, you were wondering why he didn't have anything to do today.

“I feel bad for his parents, I’d hate to have to nurse ‘kasa back to health,” you snicker, and he joins in reluctantly.

“Me too.”

Another round of silence overtakes the two of you, it’s suffocating.

“So I-“

“Would you-“

You both start, then stop just as quickly. The stifling atmosphere of your shared embarrassment leaves you both speechless.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry.”

You two don’t try to start again, not until you two reach your house.

“So…” you start. Everything feels so surreal. If you would've told yourself three days ago you'd be in a relationship with your best friend, you’d have never believed yourself.

“So.” He agrees, nodding. He's feeling as messed up as you are, he hopes you know that… “I can get started on that project tomorrow-”

“C'mon, Rui!-” you exclaim, grabbing his hands. You're sick of the tension - the apprehension - you just wanted to know where he was with it. Did he not want to be in a relationship with you? “I- Can you just tell me if you wanted to stay friends? This is so awkward!”

“It's not that, truly.” He defends, squeezing your hands. He can't believe you'd think that. Can you not see how endeared you are to him? A wave of relief washes over you, though. At least that suspicion wasn't confirmed. “I just- well…” He starts, getting flustered, “I get nervous…” His voice goes quieter, and he pulls you closer.

You swallow hard, your faces closer than before. The urge comes back- the feeling of desire to not only call him your boyfriend (something that already leaves a fuzzy feeling in your stomach), but to do romantic things with him. To touch him, hold him, breathe him in- even simply kiss him. Those things are why you decided to even tell him in the first place, why you were so discontent with your previous friendship.

Rui felt the same way too. He found his heart utterly devoted to the idea of you, and not much else. He saw in himself a restless animal, listening to every word you said like it was poetry.

All of this is to say that you two were at an impasse.

“Rui,” you beg, staring into his eyes, “let's be weird! I want to do things for the first time with you! I want to-”

A hand on your cheek breaks you from your monologue; your heart tightens.

Rui looks down at you, his expression something you can’t completely describe. He stares at you back, then he goes down to your lips, then back at you.

His voice is a whisper when he breaks the silence.

“Is this okay?”

You freeze. Is what okay? Why is he looking at you like that? Your knees turn into jelly as you realize.

Oh, he wants to kiss you.

You nod feverishly, leaning in.

Your collective thoughts quiet when your lips connect, and for once you’re not worried about trivial things like tension. It’s wonderful - still very reluctant, both being terrified of disappointing the other - but still heartskippingly amazing.

His eyebrows furrow as he deepens the kiss, moving off of pure instinct. He’s glad his first kiss is with you - he wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s no teeth, no fire, just small bursts of heat. You two have never been the kind to be rough with each other, after all, and it’s shown in the way you take care of one another.

His knees lock at the feeling of total gentleness from you, basking in the way you feel. It’s a calm reminder to both of you that; yes, you love each other, and no, you’re not just friends anymore.

like all good things, though, it came to an end eventually, as you two unfortunately had to breathe. (That isn’t to mention the fact that the blistering heat - combined with the strenuous activity, and embarrassment of doing this while standing on your very seeable porch - was leading you both to an embarrassing amount of perspiration.)

He looks down at your connected hands then back up at you, his face giddy and lopsided. “I should go home before it gets too dark, huh?”

You laugh too, heart pounding at the feeling of puppy love. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

It’s not a question, it’s a promise. A promise that you WILL be at school and WILL speak to him like normal.

“‘Course,” he confirms.

He walks home just a little quicker that night, anxious to tell Nene all about it.

(the ironic thing, is that as soon as you closed your front door, you texted her too.)

[bcolfanfic]

If you have any,,, id love to hear more hcs about the intervention

*cracks knuckles* some background first (that is over-riding my wedding headcanons a lil re: the first time they see bucky post attempt- ah c'est la vie). also these were, shocking no one atp a collab effort with @swifty-fox

it comes up to begin with bc the bucks decide to go hang out and muck about in nyc where the others live. yayyy!!! boy time!!!

except not *yay* in that bucky's drinking has been getting. bad.

he tries hard to mask it, takes up chewing gum every second of the day to mask the smell on his breath but he's not perfect. drinks in the shower before they go out for the day with the guys, and he's off but the guys mostly chalk it up to bucky's typical buckyisms. gale maybe knows he probably isn't sober, but he's stressed and hurting and for the sake of having fun with their friends just tries to pretend he doesn't know. esp when he's not being sloppy, just a little off.

then croz walks in on bucky doing shooters (these, if you're unfaimialr) in a bathroom he had them all stop at. tries to be gentle about it- tell him he doesn't need those, if he's thirsty they can stop and get some water. but bucky snaps at him that to not talk to him like one of his kids and things escalate. they get into it and poor brady who volunteered to go see why they were taking so long in the bathroom is the one who has to break them up just like he did in bagram. war flashbacks. literally.

croz doesnt want to make much more of a scene about it so he doesnt walk out blasting what happened, but he does text gale about it. (as written in el dorado he does tell everyone right there bc he’s pissed) and at this point it's obvious to everyone that bucky isn't sober and i just </3. when bucky leans into gale and says he doesn't feel good gale kinda jumps at the opportunity to go back to their hotel. wants to take care of his bucky, but is also hurting and honestly a little embarassed.

then a lot of things happen that i think i'm gonna save to write in a fic but. including not limited to gale realizing bucky is hiding alochol in diff bottles when bucky asks him to grab a water from the mini fridge and is like uhhh no no not that one, not that one. and gale breaking his own heart having to help him drink when theyre back home because he almost went into full blown withdrawal trying to just up and quit cold turkey to save face.

to your actual question about the intervention, it's mostly curt's idea- that he shares on the phone when the bucks are back in wyoming. and gale is pretty much certain it's a horrible idea but he doesn't know what else to even try so he agrees. all the guys that were on the nyc trip fly out, and gale gets bucky out of the house for the morning (curt knows where their spare key is) so that the other guys can at least. get in the house without bucky physically stopping them.

but bucky knows something is up when they pull back in the driveway. sees all the cars and *knows* what this is and just looks at gale like he's committed the ultimate betrayal </3

it's a pretty rough start. curt starts talking all "should we go dig that bullet out of the wall or d'you wanna stop pretending your healing journey is over" and when bucky understandably kinda freaks at that he makes him tell the other guys what he's talking about. poor thing doesn't want to. tells curt's that not fucking fair he's such a narc, a bad friend but curt is like no. this is eating you up inside. you need to say it out loud. they're your friends. they love you. *i* love you.

ends up telling them, and that crack in the armor is enough that he's at least not snapping at all of them/letting them talk.

but it gets rough again when it's ultimatum time. croz’s is not letting him around his kids- not because he thinks bucky would *ever* hurt them, but bucky is just. a liability in a lot of ways with this and the whole point of ultimatums is that they are. tough to hear. they have to be. or they don't work.

demarco's is that if bucky genuinely refuses to get help then gale is getting on a plane with him (whether gale thinks he'd actually be able to go through with that or not he agreed to let demarco say it). and that's when bucky snaps again. talking so hard he's spitting about oh i don't even get to go back to wisconsin? just gonna leave me in wyoming to die, huh?

and gale bursts into tears </3 which is what really makes bucky break because gale *never* cries. but now he's sobbing because god bucky's trying so hard but he's still not better and he's hurting the people he loves. he's hurting them a lot.

bucky on his knees crawls to kneel in front of him and take his face in his hands "i'm sorry im sorry please don't cry, leave if you want just don't cry baby

and gale's crying telling he just wants him to listen to him and to their friends whydoy only care now cause ‘m crying- look at /them/, it’s not fair.

bucky wants to barf when he listens, turns around and looks at their friends and seems them looking back at them like *that*. but some part of him, the part that is desperate to get better feels really damn lucky to be so loved by them that they even showed up. that they want him to get better.

[fcthots]

Okay, so you know how wfa has Jay on a dating app? Reader is a vigilante for another city but lives in Gotham because 'the bats can handle that so it'll protect my identity if shit goes down' and for 'plot reasons' the commute isn't bad so they're not worried about emergencies. And they meet Jason on the app and they start dating. Neither have revealed their vigilante habits to each other yet.

So one time the two stay the night at one of their apartments for a longer than a weekend amount of time also for 'plot reasons' so at one point they have to go out. But the other doesn't know so they're trying to be sneaky.

They catch each other sneaking out and it's like that Spider-Man meme

❄️

doing more bullet points bc they make "long" fics achievable

you try not to wake Jason when you get out of bed. Just in case he woke up when you moved, you fake a phone call saying you'll go feed your friend who lives in Gotham's cat.

you open the door to the bathroom to change.

Jason did hear the call. he thinks the bathroom door opening is the front door so he thinks you left.

he changes in bedroom.

you finish getting geared up and grab a sandwich from the kitchen to hold you over.

you shove the sandwich in your mouth to free up your hands as you start crawling out the window.

Jason walks out the bedroom and drops his grappling gun.

you turn around at the noise, see him holding his helmet, cue Spider-man meme, and your sandwich falls out of your mouth and out the window.

"NO! SANDWICH!"

you dive out the window for it and Jason swears he had a mini heart attack.

[gouraminnow]

Opening Up

Thatch and Rue (OC) | on AO3

There's a new guest on the Moby, welcomed aboard after saving Whitebeard's beloved dog... and then made to stay, after her adamant refusal to allow Marco to examine and treat her, despite her very visibly concerning physical condition. Irate, stubborn, and refusing to mingle or receive the help she won't admit she needs, Thatch is still determined to break the ice. (Character is Nonbinary, but referred to as she/her from Thatch's perspective until a slip of the tongue leads them to coming out.)

Warnings: Misgendering technically, more accurate description is that they're closeted. No deliberate transphobia on the part of the crew. Disability/chronic illness though that's not the focus, just the reason they don't get to leave.

This mini fic originally started at the "What's on your mind?" line but I thought I should add context to their presence on board so I tacked it on in front lol

The new guest on the Moby Dick is… something else, Thatch thinks. Rueri, or Rue, as she more often goes by, looks… ill. Pallid skin that bruised distressingly easily, the unsteady way she swayed on her feet, and the eyebags that always accentuated her pointed glare. Painfully skinny, too, and with plentiful gray streaks even at her young age. She hadn’t wanted anything to do with the lot of them, originally. Ace had seen her slumped over at some restaurant, and because he was concerned, had walked right over and sat himself down at the same table. She already wasn’t happy to be bothered, but then when it came time to pay the bill, Ace of course intended to dine-and-dash. But since he sat with Rue, they assumed he was with her, and tried to wrestle the bill out of her, instead. One thing led to another, and Ace did as he does and dashed- with an ornery, sickly stranger slung over his shoulder, tossing expletives like confetti. 

The rest, Thatch experienced first-hand. Ace had set Rue down by the time he’d met up with him and Marco at the agreed upon rendezvous place but the look on her face was utterly murderous. Not that it swayed anyone much, they were preoccupied with how sickly this spiteful little thing clearly was. Marco himself quickly took interest in her condition but she had no interest in any of them- her attitude only faltering in the presence of Stefan, who’d accompanied Thatch for a jaunt off the ship. Did a complete 180, actually, immediately dropping to the ground with a grin to love on the dog.

The dog was the whole reason she was on the damn boat, actually.

When some ambitious but foolish bounty hunters decided to try their luck, Rue wanted nothing to do with the ensuing fight and opted to try and slink away. Which was understandable. Everyone present sort of assumed she couldn’t fight, anyway. Ace moved to cover her retreat, decent enough to feel a little guilty for what he dragged her into. But then everyone heard it. A bang, a shrill, gut-wrenching yip, and subsequent awful whining of an injured dog. Stefan had been shot, and whether it was deliberate or not didn’t matter. Nobody was playing anymore. And Rue, eyes fearfully wide, rushed back towards them all, back into danger, to crouch by Stefan’s furry body, reaching him before Marco could. Marco couldn’t do any healing without removing the bullet first anyway and they didn’t have the tools or the time. But luckily, whatever Rue’s ability was (she refused to elaborate) prevented the dog from bleeding out long after the skirmish ended, and while they’d carefully transported Pop’s beloved pet back to the Moby Dick. And as soon as they got there, and into the infirmary, Rue collapsed. Trembling, breathing harshly, unresponsive to any of their questions… her powers took a toll on her, and she passed out shortly thereafter.

Once things had cooled down, Thatch was sure to check on her while she was still in the infirmary. She laid in bed, breathing laboured even as she slept. Her sweater had been removed, leaving her in a tank top- which revealed the top of a massive, Y-shaped surgical scar that went right down the center of her chest. Marco had found some out-dated cardioversion pads in her bag, too- devices meant to correct arrhythmias, Marco had said with a grim look on his face. There were no injuries other than the mishap with Stefan, who likely would have died if Rue hadn’t had a soft spot for canines. And to nobody’s surprise, this favor earned Whitebeard's gratitude, while the result of her stunt earned Marco’s increased concern. Thatch wasn’t there for the meeting she and Marco had with Oyaji, but he heard about it afterwards. It was… tense. First, questions were asked about her devil fruit, but she was tight-lipped about it. Said she wasn’t sure when pressed, offered that it was some sort of stasis ability, but neither Pops nor Marco were convinced. Rue was offered treatment from Marco in return for what they did but she outright refused. Rue insisted that she already knew what the problem was. And that Marco couldn’t do anything. 

Thatch had let out a low whistle when he heard that. Denying Oyaji’s act of gratitude and casting doubt on Marco’s skills in one move certainly was bold of her. One that made Marco just as frustrated as he was concerned. Needless to say, Rueri was not permitted to leave the Moby until they accepted the crew’s thanks in the form of an exam and whatever subsequent treatment. Thatch wondered if part of the issue had to do with inadvertently placing Rue’s treatment on the same level as the dog’s, but didn’t say anything.

It had been a couple weeks, and she hadn't warmed up. The carefree attitude towards her abrasive demeanor only seemed to push her away more- but everyone had dealt with Ace trying to murder their father. This was warm and bubbly by comparison. Even so, most had elected to leave her be, gossiping amongst themselves and allowing her to come to her senses rather than keep making fruitless attempts at directly breaking the ice.

Thatch thought a little differently. He wanted to get Marco’s reluctant patient to open up, and he was sure he had the perfect idea of how: the topic of 16th Division Commander Izou.

-

“Something on your mind?” Thatch asks, sitting himself down next to Rue and crossing his legs. He’d caught her staring at Izou again, and wasn’t sure what to make of it. He would have assumed something unsavory- lots of folks had something to say about a man dressing like that, after all- but Izou hadn’t received any of Rue’s normal defensive aggression or general rudeness in the brief moment they’d met. She was quiet, she introduced herself properly, and they all learned then that she was familiar enough with the customs of Wano to bow as a greeting. Hands at her sides, slight bend at the waist- more respectful than a nod, but not too formal. No, she hadn’t been confrontational towards him at all, opting to stay quiet.

And there was the staring, of course. Her eyes always seemed to find their way back to him. Thatch knew from conversation that he’d picked up on it, along with countless other crew members. It had become a running joke that she must be crushing.

“Mmm.” She hums, barely acknowledging him. Alright, something was definitely going on- she didn’t take the chance to huff at him or get up to move somewhere else.

“Well, come on, out with it,” he says. “Everyone’s noticed you keep staring at him.” She cringes immediately, curling in on herself.

“Izou… he is a man, right?” She says after a beat of silence. Thatch almost bristles, but keeps calm.

“Yes,” he says, normal jovial tone muted. Rue is quiet for another moment before speaking up again.

“And… he can do that, here? Nobody bothers him?” She’s quiet, hesitant.

Thatch snorts. “Well, anyone who makes a big deal of something like that is sure to get their ass handed to ‘em,” he says rather testily.

Rue nods, staring at nothing in particular. Thatch quirks a brow. “... Are you… new to this sort of thing, or…”

“Wh- no? I don’t know,” she says a little too quickly, covering her face with her hands. “I just thought, if he’s allowed then maybe it might be okay that I-” 

She jolts, body freezing. He hears a shaky exhale. She starts to shake, slightly.

Thatch blinks. Oh. 

A tender sort of feeling swells in his chest. He looks at Rue with a frown, voice and face softening immediately. “Well… some folks on board can say things that are ignorant, but nobody has an actual issue with him. That sort of… aggressive attitude can crop up outside the crew, but we don’t care here. You don’t need to be so worried, kid.” He assures, smile creeping onto his face. “If you wanna wear men’s clothes, nobody here would stop you either.”

She’s still quiet, remaining curled up. She tries to speak again, but the first few attempts result in sputtering or just failing to get words out altogether. “Wuh- what if it’s more complicated than that?” She finally chokes out, hands pulling at her long, unkempt hair. He wants to reach out and pull her hands away, but he knows how she is with physical touch, something plenty of crewmates had already started to speculate on- whether it was some sort of traumatic experience, or if it had something to do with the power she refused to divulge the details of. He doesn’t want to ruin the moment now that she’s voluntarily being vulnerable with someone.

“Well, uh… that’s fine too. Do you, uh… feel like a man..?” He asks tentatively, scooting a little closer.

Rue turns to look at him, eyes wide and fearful. They search Thatch’s face for a long moment, wide, bloodshot eyes framed by dull unkempt strands, before turning away again. “No,” they say eventually. “But I’m… not really a girl, either.” They hold themselves so tightly, nails digging into the wood of the crate they’re sitting on. He winces, the image of splinters beneath the fingernails flashing through his head. Poor thing looks like they’re preparing to be hit, the way they’re bracing themselves.

He speaks gently. “Well, that’s fine. Not everybody is gonna… get it, but nobody here is gonna give you any real grief over something like this, y’hear?” They don’t look at him- their eyes are downcast, staring at their perpetually bruised knees, but at least their hands relax slightly. “I just…” He starts, then sighs- producing a comb from inside his jacket and running it through the back of his hair. Nervous habit. “I just wish ya’d said somethin’ instead of letting us call you the wrong thing, all this time,” he admits, staring ahead. “Don’t like that I’ve been thinking of you as the wrong thing, either.”

He couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. It wasn’t like it was particularly common, but he’d met multiple people who’d changed their gender. He and his siblings believed in making what you want of yourself. How was this any different? And while he knew Rue was distrustful by default, he couldn’t help but feel a little hurt that he and his siblings apparently gave off the impression that they’d be judgemental about it. Or even violent, if the defensive body language was any indication.

Rue sighs, drawing him back out of his thoughts. “What’s there to feel bad about? I didn’t say anything. That’s not your problem.” Rue’s tone is… flat. Tired, maybe, body slumping forward.

Thatch is quiet for a long moment, and he puts the comb back. His hand hovers for a moment, wanting so badly to rub their shoulder. “Well… I know now. So what do I call you, then? What do we call you?” 

Rue turns to him again, eyes wide. “W-we? You’re going to tell everyone?”

“Well, yes,” Thatch says, like it should be obvious. “I don’t know what it’s like, wherever you’re from, but we all take this seriously.” They’re getting tense again, eyes leaving his face and darting around. A few people have been keeping an eye on the two of them, no doubt reading the room- err, deck. But realizing others were watching seemed to raise Rue’s hackles once again. He sees the trembling hands, knitted brows- maybe that had been the wrong thing to say. “Rue, hey, it’s okay. I promise ya,” he tries to comfort them. “Forget what I said. If it’s upsettin’ you, I won’t run around blabberin’ to everybody now, alright? If it’s just me who knows for right now, if that’s what you need, that’s… fine. It’s fine. I just want to treat you right. I know the others would agree, too, but ya don’t have to be ready for that.”

There’s a trembling sigh. The back of a hand wiping the eyes. “How would you even tell that many people in the first place?” Rue attempts to joke, voice trembling.

“Word gets around,” Thatch says casually, leaning back. “The accuracy can leave a bit to be desired, though… at least for a little while. Y’know how it is, I’m sure.”

“... Yeah,” Rue agrees, relaxing slightly- allowing Thatch to relax, in turn.

“Really though, what do I call you?” He tries again. “Is there a different name, or..?”

“Rueri or Rue is the different- er, ch-chosen name. So that’s fine.” Another beat of silence. “I’m a… they, not a she, though.” It comes out strained, but Thatch is more focused on the fact that it came out at all. 

“Alright then,” he says nonchalantly. When they glance back up at him, no doubt nervous and searching for any adverse reaction, he’s wearing a soft smile on his face- a gentle, patient expression. Rue exhales shakily, shoulders finally dropping the rest of that tension. “Y’know, to be honest…” He starts, hoping to lighten the mood a bit more. “We all thought ya had a big ‘ol crush on Izou.”

“YOU ALL WHAT?!” Rue’s head whips back around to face him, mouth gaping in horror. Thatch throws his head back and laughs heartily, an action that gains more than a few looks from his other crewmates. Rue pulls their legs up onto the crate, shifting onto their knees. “Y-you’re kidding!” Rue says, leaning toward him, wincing as their bruised knees press against the coarse grain of the wood.

“I am not,” he says, grinning at their mortified expression. “I mean, c’mon, he’s the only one you were polite with, and ya wouldn’t stop staring!”

“You are saying this to fuck with me!” they insist, pointing accusatorily at his chest, earning another boisterous laugh from him. They retreat, shaking their head, eyes wide as they drag a hand down their face. “Oh my god, no…” They whine, before going tense again. “Does… does Izou think so, too?” They ask, peaking through their splayed fingers at him.

“Everybody does, hon, that includes him. Don’t worry about it, he thought it was cute!” This does nothing to comfort them. They grimace like they’ve just watched somebody dropkick a puppy.

“C-CUTE?!” they blurt out. “I’m not- I’m not fucking cute!” They exclaim indignantly, throwing their hands up.

Thatch gives them a sly grin, eyes half-lidded as he observes their flustered, floundering form. He leans forward, propping an elbow on his knee and resting his face against his hand. “Arguing otherwise doesn’t help your case, I’m afraid,” and laughs at the sputtering he gets in response. “But yes, he found it cute. Lots of us did. Wouldn’t stop cracking jokes about it actually- said you must have good taste if he was the only one of us hellions you could stand.”

“Lots of y-?” Rue buries their flushed face in their hands again, embarrassment bringing a touch of life to the normally sickly pallid shade of their skin. “Oh my god, Thatch,” they whine. “Oh- oh my god. I’m gonna throw myself off this fucking ship!”

“Don’t be hasty, now,” he warns, shifting in his spot. He looks at the way they’ve curled in on themselves, avoiding his gaze. They don’t look out over the deck either, opting to stare down at their hands- there’s a light tremble to them, he notes. Are they still upset, or just flustered..? He softens again, just a little. “Hey, listen,” he starts, once again struggling against the impulse to pat their shoulder or pull them in for a side-hug. “How about I just tell Izou what’s been eatin’ at ya? Clear things up with the, ah… subject of the misunderstanding? Everyone else, you can talk to at yer own pace, okay?” he prompts gently, eyes trained on the chewed fingernails that cap the digits fumbling with the edge of their tattered sweater.

They heave a shuddering breath, shoulders sagging as they exhale. They turn to look at him again, face twisted in apprehension. “You’re really just… fine with it?” Their eyes meet his for a moment before flicking away again. “Most people at least argue,” they huff, mouth curling into the hint of a smirk.

Thatch scoffed. “I’m sure you know yourself better than I do,” he offers. “And… yeah. I’m fine with it. Can’t promise everyone will get it, but whatever it is you're used to…” he glances at them again, taking in their now relaxed demeanor with a twinge of pride. “... won’t happen here. Alright?”

And for a moment, Rue smiles, genuinely smiles at him. It’s small and tired, but carries none of the strain or the sarcastic glint frequently found in their dull eyes. “Thanks, Thatch,” they sigh. “... I guess you can tell Izou, i-if you really think it’s fine.” But then their eyes narrow, smile pulling into a strained smirk, but the mirth it denotes is a touch warmer than usual. “I’m not joining just because of this, though,” they tell him, pointing at his chest once again. He chuckles.

“Rue, we aren’t trying to force you to join. That’s always been your choice. What isn’t your choice is your status as Marco’s patient, unfortunately.” They huff, pointedly turning away from him. He sighs. What he’s about to say is nothing they haven’t heard before, but… “If you just let him give you a check-up, let him help you, you’ll be discharged. Just… let him? You can’t outlast Marco in a battle of wills, kid,” he tries, and he does succeed in order to get them to turn back, but they’re glaring at him again. Ah, there’s that familiar look.

“First of all, don’t call me that. I’m older than Ace. Second of all, watch me.”

Thatch lets out a bark of laughter, slapping his knee, but doesn’t miss the way Rue softens at the sound, a chuckle of their own bubbling up. He had a good feeling about this, he’s sure he’d made progress. Hopefully, they could be convinced to let Marco take a look at them soon, but Thatch had the sense not to push it.

Yet.

[forest-hashira]

i need to be honest with you guys

i really don't want to be Like That and say that i've succumbed to the whole "my writing is worthless if it isn't popular etc. etc." mindset but like. i think i kind of have. i know that my writing has worth even if nobody reads it, and for a long time i was fine with not getting much attention on my works. i was happy with what i was writing, i didn't really care if anyone else read it, because i liked it, and that's what mattered.

and then i started writing Noble Blood, not just a bunch of mini fics that had no worldbuilding and very little plot.

Noble Blood is very precious to me. i've never put as much time and effort into a project that has actually turned into anything beyond some very vivid mental images and a handful of bullet points in a google doc. Noble Blood means so fucking much to me. and as much i desperately wish it didn't, the fact that it has not done well over the last three months has really, really hurt me. i know that engagement isn't everything, and i know it doesn't signify how good or valuable my writing is, but it's also not wrong for me to wish that people would interact with it in some way, because without those interactions there's no way for me to know if anybody's even reading it at all, much less if they're enjoying it.

and beyond that, i feel like whatever little niche i may have had before is gone, or at least expanded to the point that i feel like i've been pushed out. i don't want to make anyone feel bad, so i'm definitely not going to name any names, and again i really don't want to make anyone feel bad or like i'm attacking them. that is not my intention. i am just trying to be honest about what's been going on in my head lately. but i have writer friends who used to mostly/only write smut with little to no plot and are now branching into fics with lots of worldbuilding and plot and little to no smut, and i'm happy for them! i'm glad people are comfortable and confident enough to do that, and i am more than excited to read those things as they're published, genuinely i am. but i feel like that was what i had going for me, what made what i was writing stand out from everything else. and now i feel like i don't have that anymore.

i'm not entirely certain i know where i'm going with this, or what i'm trying to say. but this has been weighing heavy on me for a while. i don't want this to come across as me whining because my stuff hasn't gone viral, or begging/guilting people into reading my works, or anything like that, and i don't want anyone else to feel like i'm upset with them or think that i feel like they don't deserve the attention their works get, or anything like that, because i don't think or feel that way; i'm genuinely so happy that people are exploring things that interest them and are enjoying writing those ideas. i just wish it was working out for me like it's working out for them.

this isn't a post to say i'm quitting writing forever (i don't think i could even if i tried to), and it's not me saying i'm going to delete everything i've posted and disappear, because i'm not going to do either of those things (though i can't say the thought never crosses my mind). I am just struggling to find a reason to keep doing what i'm doing, because my disappointment and frustration with how poorly everything i post here does has now been bleeding into the enjoyment i usually get from writing, and it's making writing feel Very Unpleasant. i don't want to quit but i don't know what to do anymore.

to anyone who does read & interact with my fics, mutuals especially, i will never be able to thank you enough for your support. it seriously means the world to me, and i owe you an eternal debt of gratitude. i love all of you from the bottom of my heart.

if you read this far, thank you for listening to my (probably pointless) rambling, and i'm sorry for taking up so much of your time. i hope life is treating all of you well, and that you're taking care of yourselves as best you can. i love you guys 💜

[koolades-world]

Hey ade! Long time no see! My school started back up again, and I just had a huge paper due. It feels a weight off my shoulders for now, but I know this semester is going to progressively get worse… so I’m trying to hang on. Therefore, I’ve been very excited in looking at your regular updates for Spellbound Secrets! So I think I’ll be waiting till it finishes so I can binge read it! I’m sure it’s awesome! Although I hope I can continue reading it if it doesn’t make me uncomfortable, because I have this weird feeling where I feel like I’m betraying Satan by reading something romantic related to the rest of the cast. It’s a stupid reason, I know T^T But! I was wondering what your thesis is- like what you’re working on! Because as a HUGE chem lover, and by that extension- science, I’m curious! Not only is my favourite author writing about my favourite character, but they’re also interested in a field I adore so much?? You just keep getting cooler and cooler in my eyes!

HIII!!!

omg you just made my day so much better! some stuff happened this morning and it's a giant mess, but i'm working through it a little at a time. saw this earlier and couldn't answer until now because i too was on the schoolwork grind. not that i procrastinated, but i spent all of yesterday doing one assignment because i didn't get it and really wanted to. so that left everything for today. not my most well played move, but hey! i think i get that thing now haha

honestly, i totally get the feeling like you're betraying your fav thing. live laugh love satan. i have no clue how i ended up writing a solomon fic before satan. since i'm a loyal fan, i have been sprinkling little satan moments in there even though he's not actually present haha. i'll probably continue to do that and once he actually comes back (because the end goal is to find the brothers) i'll have actual moments of mc and satan together. my favoritism shines through especially where i not so casually mentioned his pact mark was over mc's heart. yeah, i'm not slick LOL. he's just the best, i don't make the rules! not sure how long the fic is going to be yet, but i think it's going to be longer than i had originally planned just because of the way i'm breaking it up from what i had written down in my notes. before i started writing the fic, i jotted down every single plot point in bullet points and then expanded from there. each bullet point was supposed to be a chapter, but things got derailed pretty quickly and i'm not totally sticking with my plan either haha. maybe once the fic is complete, i'll release what i originally had planned so everyone can see the first working draft

you didn't hear this from me, but i do have this fun little idea that might be able to make a fic if i work on it more. it's still a wip, but it's essentially a satan x ghost reader fic! reader would be a ghost haunting the HoL, but i'm not sure if i would make the ghost mc or not. either way it would create some problems, but like i said, it's essentially still an idea in my idea list lol. i have time to iron it out. i had a couple cute scenes planned out so even if it doesn't make it to full form fic it can become a oneshot. ghost reader helping satan find the book his looking for by pushing it off a high shelf, or ghost reader growing to love him from a distance! possibilities are endless. i also have that satan shower drabble still like half done, and i have another fun series planned! the concept for that is loosely meeting the brothers in the human world without knowing they're demons. also might do a oneshot, or mini-fic/series that's only a few parts long that's kinda like a dnd campaign type thing? it's not been fleshed out enough yet, but the main characters are mc, and the anti-luci league (+ mephi). the love interest is still undecided but knowing me, it will become satan lol

but enough about that for now! school just started for me too. it's the start of week three and i feel like i'm already losing my mind haha. i love love love science! i'm a general biology major and it is my love. in high school, i was the only one crazy enough to take A Level AICE Biology. loved my bio teacher so much! my undergrad research is all about finding, isolating, and researching an individual bacteriophage. like, totally undiscovered! i'm such a nerd about that because i think it's super cool. i can't wait to be able to show off my phage! this week, we actually get to go find it by collecting some soil samples and next week, we start the isolating process. i absolutely cannot wait to find mine! i plan to name mine after my high school bio teacher as a thank you for helping me find my passion. it's going to be entered in a real database! if it's unique enough, it'll be sent off for more indepth gene analysis. today in class i accidently spilt bacteria on my bench... the professor didn't see but i did have to seriously scrub my bench afterwards lol. the lab itself is really cool too! the lab budget difference from high school to college is crazy because now i handle 1000 dollar equipment (that's kind of easy to break mind you) and bacteria on a daily basis. the most they entrusted us with in high was the hot plate to heat up water lol. the bacteria isn't super dangerous, but one of the strains we are working with is related to the bacteria that causes TB. the end goal is to of course find something new and unique to study, but it might be useful for helping cure diseases and stuff like that. besides my research, i'm also in bio and chem. so far so good but wow does my chem professor speak fast haha. despite the work, i am excited! so far so good

wow i really yapped. you mentioned the two things i love most: satan and science haha. if you'd mentioned cats at all i think this would have been another fat paragraph of text longer. i know we're both counting down the days until the end of the semester. we can make it!

have a great day! sending lots of love <333

[daisylincs]

Daisy has never considered herself “lucky,” not in any sense of the word - as an orphan bounced from family to family with more and more condescending sneers following her wherever she went, she couldn’t say she had ever had the reason to.

But then, on her sixteenth birthday, she feels a distinct burn on the inside of her left wrist.

And when she looks, there is a mark there - a lightning bolt, of all things.

The other girls in the orphanage are, for once, silent, unable to find a single mocking thing to say to cut her down with - because, after all, she has a soulmate.

She, Daisy Johnson, has a soulmate.

And it’s… she can’t believe it. All her life so far, she’s thought that nobody cares about her, or ever would. Except here, now, is the universe promising her a person who will not only care about her, but care about her unconditionally. Forever.

The lonely, desperately-searching-for-belonging part of her aches for it, for that security and certainty and caring. She can’t wait to meet him.

And when she does, it’s… unexpected, to say the least.

Her first thought when he shows her his powers is, the lightning-bolt makes so much sense now.

Her next thought? Thank you, universe, he’s cute.

Then she invites him back to her room.

And they… talk. For hours and hours, about the sweet and the sour, and about how his family is doing okay. He hears about her family, too - well, her SHIELD, which is honestly close enough - and she can’t believe how easy it is to talk to him, how nice it is to have someone she can just talk to, with absolutely no judgment. And, better? The knowledge that there won’t be any judgment, either. 

Also, popcorn. Did she mention the popcorn? Because he has popcorn. (Yeah, he’s totally her soulmate.) 

They spend entire afternoons like that, and Daisy feels the strangest feeling come over her - she’ll look at him and think, have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years? 

She has never, never felt this effortlessly comfortable with a person before.

And for so long, that was all she had wanted.

So on their fourth afternoon of training (training really being a euphemism for eating popcorn and telling dumber and dumber jokes) she takes the plunge and showes him her soulmark. 

He stares at it for a long, long moment, and then he grins. Pulling back his sleeve, he shows her his - a single daisy flower. 

And now she’s the one grinning, like an idiot, too. She leans over to get a closer look… except that, somehow, her arm ends up catching somewhere between his jacket and the bed, and before she knows it, she’s falling. 

Conveniently, she lands right on top of him. 

They stare it out for a breathless second, then she just thinks, you know what, he’s my soulmate. This is literally fate, or whatever. 

She kisses him, and, to nobody’s real surprise, he kisses her back immediately. 

They have to break apart, both giggling and out of breath, a few seconds later, but they’re both beaming, beaming with a happiness she knows neither of them has ever really experienced before.

And looking at Lincoln’s smiling face below her, at the stars in his eyes and the daisy mark on his forearm -

Daisy Johnson knows that she’s lucky.

She’s so, so lucky to have this.

(Staticquake Soulmate AU headcanons for the @agentsofchallenges​ AoS March Madness challenge! <3)

[soft-for-them]

Dead man dance floor - Tangerine x plus size reader

Summary: You meet Tangerine again on a mission, things don't go to plan for you.

TW: Contains descriptions of blood, minor violence and guns. They're assassins, so yeah, so if you don't like that kind of stuff don't read.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/N: I've written this one Tangerine fic for you feral fuckers now I'm going back to write for darling Lemon. Not proof read.

Blood covers your face, the one rich red liquid turning crusty and brown, your baby hairs stuck to your forehead by the scabbing blood. Your once pale pink houndstooth shirt and lilac high waisted mini skirt with a chunk belt, a disguise that you’ve been wearing for hours now because you needed to infiltrate a disco club stuck in the seventies is utterly ruined, sweat and blood discolouring the fabrics once colourful and soft.

You platform boots a vivid purple made from a shiny plastic are at least salvageable, the crinkled stiff plastic not stained, only the flaking rubber soles that are caked in mud and gravel from having to walk to the club so no one saw you getting out a bullet proof government car.

You’d like to say it isn’t the first time you’ve been coved in blood, sweat and mud but unfortunately it isn’t and it won’t be the last time it will happen again.

At least the blood isn’t yours.

Booming seventies disco tunes still echo around the dancefloor as you peer down at the drug baron at your boots, a bullet straight through his head and red pooling on the elevated light up rainbow dance floor.

As soon as the gun shot rang out everyone scattered, well apart from you and two others.

Your job was a simple one, dance with the slimy baron a bit get him to take you home then strangle him in his own bed for his wife to find him the  next morning go back to your boss and await the next mission.

But as you look up with blood dribbling down your chin you sneer at a familiar man standing behind the baron, his gun still held up and smoking.

Tangerine cleans the gun he’d just fired his eye finally recognising that you’re there.

“What the fuck dude!” you yell your hands flying up in a frustrated motion, “He was mine!”

Tangerine just huffs out a low chuckle as he puts his gun back into his shoulder holster, his bright blue three piece suit unscathed by his pistol bullet entering the brain of the now dead man at your feet.

You don’t bother looking were you’re going as you begin charging over to the cocky Brit, your boots treading on the flared slacks of the dead man, you finger pointing at Tangerine with the anger of a thousand wasps or a teacher who’s finally broken down and begun shouting at her students.

“You could have killed me you dumb fuck.” you’ve known him for too long to go easy on him, Tangerine is like an annoying itch who’s always there, he always knows what buttons to push to make your shimmer in anger whilst Lemon, wherever he is at, does the complete opposite.

You do not care that you’re berating a trained assassin, you could strangle him with you bare hands quite literally if you really wanted too.

“Do you know how bullets work? If it hadn’t exploded his brains all over my outfit. “ you signal down to all the blood and brain matter soaked into your clothing. Tangerine looks you up and down, his eyes lingering on the sliver of exposed thigh in between your boots and hiking up mini skirt that aren’t splattered in red, “Then that bullet would have gone *whoosh* right through my own head.”

“Wish it would love.” Tangerine jests his lingering eyes now connected with yours.

You shove him in the arm, your adrenaline high filled anger slowly ebbing away as the realisation that you’re probably in deep shit because you didn’t kill the dude.

“Kidding! Kidding!” Tangerine jests as your eyes flickers away, your shoulders now hunched down and a concerned look blooming on your face.

A long groan of frustration leaves you lips as you try and wipe away some blood off your face with your sleeve. You step away and turn around, face now fully in your hands.

“Fuck, fuck!” you screams seem louder that the groovy music playing.

You spin around, you boots leaving black smudges on the LED floor, your finger pointing at Tangerine.

“Who the fuck hired you two?”

Tangerine edges closer to you, his once cocky disposition gone. He edges closer to you like you’re a hurt dog and not some special agent used by the UK government to do their dirty work.

“The wife.” Is all that Tangerine says as he bends down to catch your eyes obscured but bloody fingers. Your eyes are watering and red, Tangerine assumes you’ve been scouting this man for way too long, probably for months on end. Looking past the showy outfit and angered outburst you look exhausted.

“Hey, look at me.” He uses a thumb and forefinger to lift your chin up so you’re looking him directly in his eyes, “Look at me (y/n).”

Your lips press together as you try to hold in a sob, a single tears threatening to breach your eyes.

Your boss will kill you.

“Come with me.” Tangerine says in a low but kind voice his forehead leaning against yours as a whimper slips through your lips.

“You can’t protect me, I’ve fucked up too many times. They’ll-he will-“

“Now listen here.” He’s stern, his hands joining up to yours to stop the shaking, “I won’t let that posh prick come ten miles near you, you got it?”

“But-“

“You got it (y/n)?”

You look deeply into his blues eyes that match his vivid suit. There’s no wisp of a lie or any kind of deceit, he actually looks a bit panicked.

“…Got it.” you finally get out, you hand squeezing his back.

[frostironfudge]

In my little head the whole Rush team obviously has an extensive car collection.... like Tom's fav is the Jaguar and they all have their own BUT what we don't see in the fic is their side collection.... Tom collects knives (sorry Loki vibes), Y/N has an obsession with guns she literally has these secret compartments all over the mansion where she hides them (just in case), Veronica's isn't crime related but she just has an extensive collection of leather boots.... from Marc Jacobs to D&G to you name a brand she has it... all different styles too... Lee collects vases... there's just something comforting they find... waking up in the morning and putting in flowers... it reminds them that life is more than just running a secret ops mafia business.... and last comes Pierce oh my lovely lovely Pierce. She collects bags. Her closet could give Kylie Jenner a run for her money... she has a separate walk-in for JUST. HER. BAGS. oh and they're mini bags... you'd expect someone in this business to carry a multi-purpose with many pockets kinda bags but no she has bags like Snapshot from Marc Jacobs, Bedford Legacy (mini) by Michael Kors, Noè by LV... you get my point? And anytime anyone asks her what purpose her bag serves she holds it like it has ears can hear the other the person and glares at them and then pets her bag and smiles at it like it's her baby, BECAUSE IT IS.

OH MY FUCSJDUSNS THIS IS SO CUTE I HAVE SO WANTED TO EXPLORE THEIR OTHER INTERESTS THATS WHY I WANT TO DO THE ONE SHOTS FOR THIS SERIES HOKY SHIT OKAY IMMA DEEP DIVE ANSWER

Tom:

Hmm yes i can definitely see the knife vibes, i also feel Tom’s hand to hand combat style allows for the use of knives though we’ve seen him kick ass with guns, in my mind he has several different tricks up his sleeve and people least suspect a knife in his line of business (let alone knives)(i truly wonder how y/n reacted the first time she saw him practicing)

Y/N

Yo my girl loves her guns and its canon with the way she loves tech she has these cool hidden shelves and shit for storing guns all around.

Lee and Tom have a running competition who can find all the hidden places much to her dismay but she keeps switching it up the weirdest place Lee found a gun was in the bathroom now it wasn’t the typical places no no, you see the shower head wasn’t working and they know basic home maintenance so nbd right? They undo the shower head and it is a rectangular shaped one so when they take it out from the pipe it falls apart and inside of it is a packet with bullets and when they turn around the shampoo shelve? its done a 360° and there is a mini gun shelf.

Side note Tom knows Y/N has the hot for him using the knives and Y/N knows Tom has the hots for her using guns specially his guns and one time they had to switch between knives and guns and lets just say the car sex did happen.

Veronica:

She collects boots yes, you would think she would wear practical choices incase deals go wrong, right? Nope this literal fire asf queen. Wears 5 inch heels and fucking ruins anyone who crosses her or challenges her

idiot who legit has a license in stupidity: don’t you think wearing those shoes to this kind of meeting where you are on the shorter end of the bargain is impractical

Veronica: you’re wrong about three things

Said idiot: excuseme?

Veronica: 1. These shoes comfy as hell, 2. The short stick was drawn by you, 3. This deal was always in my favour not yours.

Lee: (my beloved)

Honestly that is so sweet i honestly think they find comfort in these small soft moments and it ties in beautifully with how far they have come i also think they are very into Kintsugi, repairing the pottery with gold, i think its shown in the movie chemical hearts, austin abrams (ethan lewis from euphoria) does that in the movie.

Pierce:

She honestly is so funny its impeccable i can’t get over her petting the bag in the final chapter. Its true she is going to say the bags have feelings and they do.

ps. One of the places where y/n has guns hidden is behind the purse wall in pierce’s closet

pps. How did y/n do that is still a mystery to pierce.

Bonus—

Tom: *looks at the micro sized lady dior bag* what, what is the purpose?

Pierce: she is adorable. Aren’t you my baby? *pets the said bag*

Tom: it can’t even fit a baby knife

Pierce: it can fit a wad of cash and my cards *shrugs*

Tom: i—*looks at lee*

Lee: man, i don’t say anything anymore

Y/N: hey whats going on? *walking in with a box*

Tom: love, come and see this impractical bag pierce owns

Pierce: *lighted up, so excited*

Y/N: HOLY SHIT THATS SO CUTE IM SO GLAD I ORDERED IT AND ITS HERE *opens her box and voilà has the same bag in a diff colour.*

Pierce: *smug grin at Tom*

Tom: not you too.

Y/N: oh shush, I can hide guns in less obvious places than my cute lil bag also i have a mini handgun with is perfect.

Tom: there there is the Y/N i’m engaged to

[writingintheafterglow]

happy (late) birthday to Nico! i'm so sorry i couldn't get this post out on his birthday but here's a birthday... bullet point fic? idk what these are called:

- Nico, having missed a lot of time and pop culture things, doesn't know anything about the everyone-forgot-my-birthday-to-surprise-party cliche

- On the morning of his birthday, Will wakes him up tells him they're going to have a little picnic together

- Nico is pleasantly surprised, the last time anyone ever did anything for his birthday was when Bianca was still alive, and even then, it wasn't much (because she was literally twelve and they were all by themselves)

- As they drive to the park, they run into Percy, Annabeth and Estelle and they act like nothing special is happening, which confuses Nico.

- (Will is silently dying of laughter as this is playing out)

- As they continue their mini road-trip, they keep running into more demigods and none of them seem to remember Nico's birthday.

- He's disappointed but not really surprised bc his self esteem is really low and he doesn't think of himself as important

- When they get to the park they have a nice lil picnic and then when they're about to leave, Will says he dropped something and he'll be right back.

- Nico's all by himself and he's suddenly remembering a picnic he had with Bianca once before she died, he's about to start crying, when Estelle bursts through the clearing.

- "HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICO"

- She runs into his arms and then he's laughing because she's so cute and excited to see him.

- The classic "SURPRISE!", everyone emerges and now Nico is crying but it's because he's so dam happy

- "Is that... blue birthday cake?" it is. Percy's cake is a little sloppy bc he baked it himself but Nico couldn't have been happier with it

- Then Will reappearing in the crowd, "Did you plan all of this?" and he did. Nico's so touched bc no one's every thrown him a birthday party and he can't believe so many people care this much about him.

- The party is wonderful, loud and festive, everyone's enjoying themselves, and the time flies until it's almost midnight and everyone's trickling out.

- Before he and Will leave, Nico finds a note in the grass, pushed towards him by the wind.

"Happy birthday Nico. I love you."

- There's no signature, but Nico knows exactly who it's from.

"I love you too."