#thinking about Them again

[fuusart]

The Case of the Very Long Stairway

[birdperselias]

"You kinda wasted your 30's, though, with that whole bird-watching phase."

[fiendishartist2]

ehehehe

[aramblingjay]

—The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller

[nevermeyers]

[winters-rose-daughterofcain]

Oh you think I'm autistic now? You haven't seen me talk about my little french musical and the brick it came from I can get so, so much worse.

[epiphainie]

anyway professor tommy and student buck fucking dirty and kinky where every single interaction turns out to be a sick, ill-advised, hardly negotiated moment between them. their whole relationship starts borderline depraved and gets worse as it goes on with their fingers bruising and mouths burning and every thrust becoming a stab into where the other one is thin-skinned. buck is relentless and unrestrained, and tommy has been hungry for too long, so they pull and push the string of power between them like it's a tug-o-war. till one day tommy gets buck in his lap again, and buck is wiggling and rutting against him, whispering him to fuck him again where he's open and a little in pain already but tommy just grabs buck in his big hand and strokes him long and slow. he thumbs his cockhead, drags his knuckles up the vein along his length, wipes the pearls of precum till buck's cock is weeping beautifully, and all buck could do is watch. tommy's mouth finds his jawbone, ear, cheeks, and temple, he presses kisses on the juncture of his neck which makes buck break out in gooseflesh, and tommy's tugs get more insistent but still leisurely, still with kindled heat, still coupled with soft praise and warm breath. buck falls apart in tommy's lap with their mouths sealed as one, their chests pressed together. it takes him a moment to come back but when his eyes blink open, he gets up and gets out of there, because it's too intimate. tommy choking him into his mattress with his forearm pressed on his windpipe? it's all fine. tommy kissing his eyelashes as he caresses the bumps of his spine? that's too much. overwhelming. unbearable.

[mostofaperson]

See. It doesn’t matter what happens in the next ACOTAR book, nothing will take Azriel and Eris from me. Yall have never seen a bitch die on a hill like I’m about to.

[misteria247]

Do you think that one day Wanda looked at Timmy and realized that he was getting taller? Do you think that one day when Cosmo goes to grab Timmy's hands, he noticed that his hands were larger? Do you think that one day when Peri goes to hug Timmy that he realized that his arms can't circle him anymore?

Do you think that they look at Timmy and it's like getting stabbed someplace deep because it's so obviously clear that Timmy's aging. That he's not like them, no matter how much they've woven him into their family. That he's so fragile and mortal and human and that he'll one day be gone in the blink of an eye.

It's gotta be hard, being this immortal being, and getting attached to this small boy and falling in love with him only to be constantly reminded that this boy you love more than life itself is only with you temporarily. That one day you could lose him, because mortality has an expiration date. And time stops for no one.

[diazsdimples]

I think the first time Tommy gets sick, he'll try hide it from Buck but Buck's got this creepy 6th sense where he can tell something is wrong based off text messages and he turns up at Tommy's doorstep like "right, what's going on" and Tommy's just standing there dishevelled as hell, with a tissue hanging out one nostril because it won't stop fucking dripping, and he looks absolutely miserable, so Buck barrels in, ushers Tommy into bed and starts making him soup from the stuff he can find in Tommy's cupboards. And Tommy just lies in bed with a stuffy nose and a pounding headache, listening to muffled bangs and quiet swear words as Buck drops a pot on his toe, and realises that fuck, he could be falling in love with this guy. Buck comes in with a bowl of soup and spoon feeds it to Tommy, wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin and kissing his nose after Tommy sneezes cause he finds it so cute the way it scrunches up, and when Tommy is done Buck pulls his head into his lap and brushes his fingers through Tommy's hair while he tells him about how first responders used to function before 9-1-1 was set up and Tommy slowly starts to fall asleep and for the first time in his life, he feels surrounded by love and feels cared for and seen and he doesn't hate being sick anymore because his Evan is here to take care of him and he vows that some day, he's going to marry that man.

[perilsensitive-sunglasses]

Husbands holding hands ❤️

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

What if you were taking care of a teenage girl who you can’t truly understand despite how much you love and want to help her? What if you were a teenager and the closest thing you have to a mother figure just can’t understand you? You love each other but you live so differently.

[sporkberries]

Batgirl x Robin??? omggg I love batgirl x robin

[enlitment]

-> Mary Shelley, hitting a nail squarely on the head

[day-sketches]

[lavendernlilac]

It’s late at night when Scar finally finishes up his rounds during patrol. He stands on top of a building, the colors of his Hotguy suit bright under the shine of the moon. He takes a look around, finding the streets of his city safe and quiet. He hasn’t dealt with much tonight besides a robber or two; typical.

He takes a glance at the time through his HUD display, wincing. 5:45am. Well, it’s not six in the morning, so that’s some sort of improvement. He lets out a sigh, shoulders sagging low. “Time to call it a night for this hot guy.”

Turning around, Scar takes off, jumping along rooftops with the braces of his suit pushing him forward. The air is crisp and cool as the breeze moves through the loose strands of his hair. They’re slowly approaching autumn, a thought that makes him smile faintly. He heads in the direction of home, but it isn’t his own apartment. No, no, it belongs to his other half.

It takes him roughly forty five minutes to reach his destination, stopping at the roof of the building right next to the apartments in front of him. Scar takes a careful glance around, making sure that there aren’t any extra eyes watching him. At most he finds a stray cat sitting on the fire exit stairs right by someone’s stairs that he coos at. Other than the cat, the coast is clear. Nodding to himself, Scar jumps down, landing carefully on the fire escape right by the window he’s looking for.

He gives the window a small test, pushing up on it. To his relief the window is unlocked, and he slips right inside the apartment. He climbs through, booted feet landing silently on the floor. Making sure to lock the window behind him, Scar takes a breath. He surveys the bedroom he’s in, the last bits of the moon spilling in through the window to create a streak of light. It’s just enough to light up the sleeping person in front of him, and instantly Scar softens at the sight.

See, he has the wonderful privilege of not only being a bodyguard to famous pop star Ariana Griande, but her boyfriend as well. Not that anyone knows about that second bit.

Taking a moment to simply admire his lovely girlfriend, Scar smiles softly. Her blanket is pulled up to her shoulders, one of her hands lying on the pillow next to her head. Grian’s glasses have practically fallen off her face, tilted and just barely clinging to her ears. Her long curls are splayed across her pillow, a few stray strands fallen in her face. He has to keep himself from giggling at the bit of hair in her mouth. The moonlight frames her perfectly, giving her a near ethereal glow as she sleeps comfortably under the covers. Scar has never been so enamored with someone before, so incredibly sure that she’s the only one for him.

Seeing her so cozy has Scar yawning, and he figures he may as well join her. He pulls his boots and bracers off, striping himself of the external parts of his suit. He’s left with the bare bones of it, just the pants and shirt. His bow and quiver sit against the wall, innocuous. Although after some thought Scar pulls his shirt off as well. Before climbing into bed with Grian, he sets his visor on the nightstand. He also carefully takes Grian’s glasses off her face so that they don’t break in her sleep.

He knows how much she hates wearing contacts, she wears them enough as is when she performs as Griande.

Glasses safe, Scar tiptoes around the bed, deeming it safer to get in on the other side. Standing at the edge of the bed, Scar cringes as the springs creak right when his knee touches the mattress. He powers through it, hoping to avoid waking Grian. And he thinks he does a pretty good job of it!

Scar comfortably lays down on his side, facing Grian’s back. He scoots toward her, holding his breath as he ever so slowly wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest. He gets a hint of Grian’s strawberry scented shampoo and instantly relaxes, comfortable. This? This is the perfect way to end a quiet night of patrol. Scar sighs with content, pressing a kiss to Grian’s hair. He lets his eyes fall shut and—

“Well you’re here earlier than yesterday.”

He yelps at the sound of her voice, flinging himself back. “G-G-Grian!” he exclaims, startled. He sets a hand against his chest, feeling how his heart races. “Oh my gosh you scared me—how long have you been awake?!”

Grian laughs, the sound full of mischief and melody. “Would it make you feel better if I said you woke me up when you took my glasses off?” she asks. “I was already awake but I can pretend.”

Scar heaves a breath, shaking his head. “Of course you were awake as soon as I got in. You’re such a light sleeper.”

“Nah, I just sleep better when you’re here,” Grian sleepily answers, rolling over to face him. She greets him with a cheeky smile, and Scar can’t help but return it.

“Hi, beautiful.” He reaches for her once more, kissing her nose. Just like Grian, he sleeps a lot better with her in his arms.

Grian playfully rolls her eyes at him, affection soft in her expression. “Hi, handsome,” she returns. “Not hiding any injuries on me this time, are you?” She squints at him with suspicion through the darkness.

“No ma’am!” Scar denies. “Unless you count some little bruises, that is,” he amends after a moment, thinking about it. “Some robbers wanted to play tough rather than sitting still to wait for the cops. Not to worry though, they were no match for good ol’ Hotguy.” He grins at her, slipping his hand under the cotton shirt she wears. The act feels so natural, as he settles his palm against the middle of her back.

“Scar, your hand is cold!” Grian yelps as he touches her. “Out! You can touch me when you’re warm.” She frowns.

He looks at her with a small pout, “Oh Grian, you’d let me suffer with cold hands all by myself? After spending the night bravely fighting against evil?”

“Yes.” Grian doesn’t hesitate with her answer.

Scar ups the antics, pulling out the puppy dog eyes as he pleads with her. "You won't even warm me up?"

"You can put your hands under the blanket if you want them to be warm," Grian replies, refusing to give in.

"But Griaaaaan," he whines at her, looping an arm around her waist to pull her closer. "You're my favorite blanket."

"Scar!" Grian huffs at him, setting her hand against his chest. She sighs with fond exasperation, "of course you're not wearing a shirt."

Scar hums, nuzzling his cheek against her head. "I thought you liked seeing me shirtless?" he teases, pressing his cold palm further against her back. He grins as he feels her shudder in his grasp. "Gets you all weak in the knees."

"Oh my god, shut up and get under the covers before you start freezing." Grian moves back to let Scar pull the blankets up, giving him room.

Wasting no time, Scar joins her under the covers with a content sigh. He feels the warmth almost immediately, and Scar practically melts. "Oh sweet warmth, I could fall right asleep just like this," he hums. "Although, something is missing." Meeting Grian's eyes, Scar grins at her before reaching out, pulling his girlfriend right into his chest once more. And just to be extra mischievous, Scar slips his hand under her shirt again. Though, some of the effect is lost now that his hand is a bit warmer. "There we go. Now I'm all ready for bed."

Grian huffs lightly at him, tucking her head under his chin. He smiles as her arm wraps around him, scooting closer. "I'm glad you're not hurt," she mumbles to him. "Else I would've had Skizz track those guys down so I could give them a piece of my mind."

Scar laughs in return, the sound full of warmth as he runs his fingers through her hair. "I'm a superhero, sweetheart. It's a part of the job description."

"I don't care," Grian grumbles, pressing her lips against his chest.

His chest swells with affection, and Scar squeezes her in his arms. "Maybe I should start calling you Hotgirl then," he teases.

Grian pinches him, "Absolutely not, if you call me that I'll lock my window next time you want to sneak in late."

He laughs again, and god he loves this girl. He'd give her the whole world if she asked him to. He'd steal the sun right out of the sky just to gift it to her to see her smile if he could. Scar doesn't care what price he'd have to pay, he'd do anything to make Grian happy, to keep her happy for as long as he lives. He moves back, looking down at her. "I love you," he says, voice soft like honey, vibrant and thick and so painfully sweet.

She smiles at him, reaching up to cup his face in her hands. "I love you too." Grian pulls him down, pressing their lips together with soft intention. Scar melts into it with ease, like it's as natural as breathing; with Grian it is. There's nothing easier than being with her. He moves his lips against hers lightly, nipping at her bottom lip. Grian sighs quietly, one of her hands moving to tangle in his hair, pulling it out of the ponytail he keeps it in. Scar pulls her closer against him, pressing his lips a little harder against her.

Grian lets him move her, feeling him nudge his knee in between her legs. His thumb strokes her back lovingly as he nips at her lip once more, earning himself a pretty, yet muffled noise from her.

Yet before they can go any further, Grian pulls away, breathing heavy as she looks at him. Her hand remains in his hair, strands tangled around her fingers. "As much as I love where this is going, you've been out all night and haven't gotten any rest," she says.

Scar pouts, but doesn't argue against her. He is tired. He sighs dramatically, "I guess going to sleep would be better than staying up and having a good time with you."

Grian groans at the pun on his name, knocking her head against him. "You're insufferable. Go to sleep, Scar."

He chuckles at her reaction, bundling her up in his arms. "Alright, alright. Good night, my pretty bird."

"Good night, Scar," Grian sighs softly, setting her head right under his chin, embracing him. "...thank you for coming home in one piece."

Scar lets his eyes fall shut, tucking his face into her hair. "For you? Always."