#this might be my first drabble?

[neonoddeye]

SFW Veritas Ratio x Gn! Reader

Bathtime with Veritas Ratio is sacred, an event only known between the two of you.

The scholar’s high regard of the nighttime routine is ritualistic, from the gilded matching bathrobes to the uniform scent that his bath supplies have. You wouldn’t dare to make fun of this; in fact, you find it endearing that he has such a delicate pastime to indulge in. It’s even more endearing that he allows you to accompany him as well.

His bathtub is as elegant as him, and isn’t too cramped to be occupied by two people at once (and maybe a little rubber duck). There is never a shortage of bubbles, or even some epsom salts or a bath bomb if Veritas has had a particularly infuriating day. He tends to enjoy eucalyptus and lavender scents the most for their therapeutic qualities, occasionally subbing them out for a seasonal scent. His soaps are always of the highest quality, and he never settles for anything less (as is seen in every other aspect of his life). And now that you’ve gotten used to them, it’s always hard to go back to whatever you were using beforehand, whether you live with Veritas or not.

Your favorite part (and his, secretly) is taking time to wash each other. Veritas always insists on washing your back for you, no matter how much you insist you can reach every spot yourself. You figure it must be therapeutic for him, as he takes his time gently scrubbing your skin for you. He even massages any sore spots you might have (even if you didn’t know you had them). If it’s a hair wash day, he’ll massage the conditioner into your scalp like you’re at the salon. You often wonder if he enjoys the mundane, repetitive motions that come with pampering you, as if he’s letting his brilliant brain rest for just a bit.

When it’s his turn, you reciprocate the warm gestures, taking your time to reach every inch of his broad back. Although you aren’t as skilled as he is, you also attempt to massage his sore muscles, weary from being hunched over at his desk for most of the day. You’re aware that he carries the tension of his work life on his back (bro probably carries the whole university on it), and you let him guide your hands to where he needs it. Even if you can’t alleviate his pain, he acknowledges and appreciates your efforts.

While you cater to Veritas, he often has a habit of venting about his day to you. He goes on tangents about his “infuriating students” while you pour water down his back, as if to wash the stress away as it comes out. If you’re washing his hair as he babbles, you’ll take extra time to work the shampoo into his scalp to really emphasize the practice of wearing down his tension. Veritas will never admit it to you, but he likes to think that it works, somehow.

After the washing is over, you and Veritas may talk each other’s heads off, be it a philosophical construct or plans for the day ahead, or sit in comfortable silence. Before you, Veritas would never let his skin prune in the bath water; now, he loathes getting out, and doesn’t mind if his fingers are wrinkly. If the universe would allow it, he’d spend hours in the bathtub with you, letting his worries sink into the water and down the drain.

[auspicioustidings]

Farah doesn't know how to approach Kate about it, but Kate can tell when someone is staring at her and trying to work up some courage so she has some mercy (only some, she lets Karim sweat first) and tells her to come to her office.

Honestly she was sort of waiting for the other shoe to drop, but she's nervous about what Farah is bringing to her. She likes the woman, it would be a shame if she turned out to be a bigot. Imagine Kate's surprise when Farah's issue with Alex isn't that he is trans, but that she is wholly unexperienced with eating out a cunt and would like lessons. Farah has always exceeded at everything, will she fuck be finally getting Alex Keller into bed only to be mediocre and fumbling.

It's funny in a way to watch as she works herself up talking about how much of a disaster it would have been had she not found out completely by accident and thus went into the situation without practicing first. "I would rather die in battle than be bad for him. I wouldn't even have went into it with the right equipment and I would have had to give up my command over the dishonour of it all."

(we are getting NSFW below the cut my cuties and it's been a while since I've written it so if you don't think it's good kindly keep your mouth shut and scroll <3 )

So Kate calls her wife and asks if it would be ok for her to teach the commander of a rebel force to eat pussy and take a strap like a good girl and her wife just whines at the images that has given her and tells her she'd better give a detailed description tomorrow.

Farah is a quick study and is willing to get messy, but oh that rebellious streak. She doesn't take suggestions or requests well, she needs orders and Kate Laswell is willing to give them. She's got this girl pressed between her legs and isn't letting her up for air, instead humping her face until she learns that she only breathes on the good will of the pussy she is pleasuring. "Need to get that clit nice and swollen so you can learn to suck his cock properly, get to it soldier."

Kate laughs when she goes to start stretching her out only to find she is dripping wet. Three fingers sink into her with a squelch with no resistance. "Me or him you're thinking of?" Farah snorts because they both know the answer is Alex, the only person that's seemingly oblivious to how much she wants him is him. Although Farah thinks that she would like both. Maybe once she gets that man in bed, they can go on a double date with the Laswells.

She wants to learn everything about putting the harness on just incase Alex hasn't done it before. Her pussy is swollen with need and throbbing in time to her heartbeat but both her and Kate are professionals, so they take the time to have a discussion on strap styles and common issues even while Farah is panting and drooling all over the thick plastic of the cock Kate is showing her. "Don't worry, still get to put your deepthroating skills to work." She was mostly joking but Kate is delighted to find how good she actually is at it. Farah comes up for air, tears streaming down her face and saliva forming a line between her mouth and the cock and admits without any shame what so ever that she got Ghost to teach her when she still thought Alex was cis.

"He teach you how to take it too?"

"He tried."

The wry look in her eyes makes Kate laugh. She could imagine how difficult Ghost would have found Farah as a student given that he seemed to like obedient and desperate mutts. Farah was neither, she would top from the bottom until she was forced into submission and while Ghost had no doubt tried, he was more inclined to breaking brats than the likes of this woman.

Kate has no such problem. She knows that the trick to someone like Farah is outlasting her. So she flips her over onto her hands and knees, gives her shoulders a firm push to have her arms collapse out under her and pumps the strap into her in one fluid thrust right to the root. The ripple of muscles is gorgeous as she fucks and fucks and fucks and Farah refuses to give in control. Even presenting like a bitch she is strong and ready to seize control back at any moment. But Kate has stamina and just keeps pressing into her in the perfect rhythm to send her into an orgasm that makes her quiver violently.

She can't help to give into temptation. When Farah's body gives away that she is going to have another, Kate slides her fingers around the strap and pushes it in with her fist wrapped around it still. The woman under her absolutely howls at that and Kate feels the orgasm from the inside, feels the warm, wet walls of her cunt squeeze her fingers in waves.

It takes a lot, more than Kate has ever given anyone. Anytime she throws Farah's limbs around to get her into a new position she is still poised and ready to fight. She still holds back on her orgasms instead of fully giving in. She takes the slaps to her clit with hisses through gritted teeth but still refuses to just relax and let go.

She could almost smack herself when she finally figures it out. It's been hours, both of them are exhausted and panting and will no doubt be sore tomorrow. And as a last ditch effort Kate presses Farah's knees about her ears, leans down and looks her in the eye.

"He's going to love it Karim. He's not going to be able to get enough of your tongue and then he's going to find heaven in your pussy."

Finally, fucking finally, Farah Karim melts. Goes boneless and pliant, let's the final orgasm run through her almost languidly. It's fascinating to watch how her body seems to changes, goes from hard and aggressive to soft and willing.

Kate rolls off of her and just lays on her back with her eyes closed panting. She doesn't move when nimble fingers undo the harness and pull it off. She can barely do anything but give hitched little breaths when a warm tongue gently laps her pussy, no longer so worried about doing well and now just enjoying the meal. The orgasm is the last her body can give and she grins when she wakes up with Farah passed out between her legs having been equally as exhausted.

Alex Keller is a very lucky boy.

[roronoacherries]

being unable to stand each other when you’re sober but fucking like rabbits when you’re drunk, so he goes out a little more than he did before, alcohol almost coming to taste sweet to him 'cause his psyche knows the taste of you will come after it.

and you'll make excuses next time you see him. it was the herradura, don't let it get to your head; it's not something you would do if you were in your right mind, you tell yourself.

he'll roll his eyes, call you arrogant and nowhere near pretty enough to be acting so conceited; it's no wonder i need a few rounds in my system to be delusional enough to fuck you.

but he'll ask you if you're going out again tonight. and he'll wear that cologne that gets you to bury your face in the crook of his neck, biting, sucking, licking until he grips your face and kisses you, all tongue and teeth.

and you'll whisper i love you's, forgotten once you leave in the morning. except he doesn't forget them.

he doesn't know how long he can take this cycle, but he's willing to bear it, holding onto the hope that one day he'll wake up and you'll still be there.

[hugh-lauries-bald-spot]

thinking about the reality of house and wilson actually confessing to one another, in whatever form that takes.

they could fuck on the desk 2 seconds after the confession, but in my mind intimacy would take a long time after that. house seems comfortable liking men, but wilson is another story. in his mind, having sex once doesn't make it real, but initiating it in a domestic setting makes it something more than impulsive. it would take wilson a while to get used to dating house. even cuddling or holding hands would be hard for him to come to terms with. it would mean conceding to the fact he loves a man. he's not ready for an admission like that.

house is a whole other problem though. he wants this all so badly. he's wanted it so badly for decades. he's known he wants it, this isn't some back-of-his-mind subconscious wish, he's been fully aware of it since it began. he can tell wilson isn't ready, but neither of them are going to deny the attraction because they both want to move forward with it. he wants to rush it, he wants to poke fun at wilson for taking it slow, for not knowing sooner, but that could mean alienating him. he's already risked everything by kissing him once, he doesnt want to hurt him with something he himself has struggled with. he could potentially lose something hes craved so strongly that it's eaten him alive for years.

so he isn't going to start anything that doesn't happen naturally, and wilson isn't going to dig his grave of "forbidden desire" any deeper. they're going to need another spur of the moment surge of emotion to get them to the next step.

[johnslittlespoon]

Losing my mind over the “such a good little pup, aren’t you?” smut dialogue BUT- with CurtBuck >:)

Also “one more! Please!” from Curt bc I love a good needy Curt soooo much (and I can’t get over what you said the other day about Curt being whiny and needy compared to John’s feral and growly)

post life affirming sex, they all made it back from Algeria and John’s passed tf out from their previous fucking already and Curt’s so tired and already fucked out but he still has this current of energy running under his skin that he can’t help but squirm around until Gale questions him and he just lets out the sweetest little noise before begging and whining into Gale’s neck and Gale just manhandles Curt around so he can slide into him again, shushing him softly when he whimpers from the overstim of being fucked again but he needs it so bad

Anyway I’m actually insane and I desperately needed to entertain some CurtBuck thoughts soooo bad I just love the chemistry of those two together. John may be his partner in crime, but Gale is the steadying and grounding balance he needs too

- @mangokittokatsu

prompts | omg i'm so excited, i haven't written curtbuck outside of the throuple yet but i love them and they are so underrated, i'm so keen to explore their dynamic more <3 thank you for giving me an excuse to!! ~1k words of nsfw drabble below >:) edit: turned this into a full oneshot and posted it to ao3 :-)

Curt shifts on the sex–ruffled, sweat–damp bed sheets, heart rate slowly returning to a normal pace but still antsy from the buzz rippling up and down his spine, rumbling uncomfortably just below the surface of his skin.

John’s snoring quietly behind him, one long leg tangled with Curt’s, always finding a way to stay connected even in rest. Gale’s still awake, fingers combing through his hair in a way that only serves to stoke the flames lapping at his insides rather than settle them down to warm embers the way the gentle touch usually does.

Curt turns his face further into the gap between him and Gale, pressing his forehead against his warm chest, pulling himself closer with the arm draped over Gale’s waist and crowding into his space. He’s so tired that it feels like a herculean effort just to bridge the few inches, and yet he can’t help but squirm when Gale’s other hand flattens itself against his back, his palm feeling like a branding iron against his too–hot, too–restless body.

He presses his hips forward, raising his chin enough to mouth at the base of Gale’s neck, tasting the salt of summer heat that’s gathered there, whining quietly. The rumble against his lips when Gale chuckles low in his throat has his hips twitching, fingertips pressing into Gale’s back.

“What’s wrong, doll?” The gravelly voice does nothing to aid the frenzied feeling creeping beneath his skin, and he nips at Gale in retaliation, rocking forward into a firm thigh again when the hand in his hair tightens ever so slightly.

“Need more,” Curt huffs out a breath when Gale pulls his head back so he can get a good look at him, eyes bleary as he watches the corner of Gale’s mouth twitch with amusement and something akin to hunger.

“You can barely keep your eyes open, baby,” he coos, on the verge of teasing, and a whimper slips out before Curt can stop it.

“Just one more,” he breathes out, eyelashes fluttering as he rolls his hips, pretty certain that he can get himself off on Gale’s thigh if he keeps holding his hair tight like that. “Please, Gale.”

That’s enough to get Gale to move, always weak to his begging, hand firm on his hip as he rolls him over and pulls his back flush against his chest like it’s effortless. It makes Curt’s head spin, mumbling a dazed “fuck” as Gale manhandles him how he wants him, his eyes falling on John’s sleeping form.

“What a needy thing,” Gale hums next to his ear, fingers pressing into Curt’s mouth, and Curt dutifully wets them with a moan, though he’s not sure he could’ve stopped himself from drooling had he tried. Gale pulls his fingers out and reaches between them, taking himself into his hand, slicking himself back up before dragging the head of his cock in a teasing up and down over his hole, and Curt trembles, fingers twisting in the bed sheets.

“Please,” he whines again, pushing his hips back, and Gale takes pity on him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before sliding back into where he’d filled Curt up no more than twenty minutes prior. Curt eyes snap shut, head tilting back, mouth falling open in a choked out cry, verging on the edge of too–sensitive but simultaneously feeling the restlessness be smothered.

Gale hushes him softly, moving his hand to flatten over Curt’s stomach as he pulls him close enough that he’s really only gently rocking his hips into him, a painfully slow back and forth of his cock, but so good and so full, pressing right up against where Curt’s still aching for it even after taking both of them until he had been shaking.

“Oh,” Curt sighs out, clenching around Gale’s cock and feeling his hips stutter forward into him, shuddering at the groan he receives. 

“This what you needed, baby?” Gale grazes his teeth just below his jaw, and Curt nods desperately, rocking back against him, whimpering. The hand on his stomach presses down, and hot tears jump to the corners of his eyes at the sharp–sweet pleasure the added pressure grants him, feeling each drag inside him so much more intensely.

“Gale,” he gasps, writhing against the warm body behind him, hands tightening in the sheets.

“Such a good little pup, aren’t you?” Gale murmurs against his neck, and that’s enough for Curt to reach down and take his own cock into his hand, hissing at the sensitivity but needing the friction so bad that he fights through it, feeling the pillow dampen against the side of his face as tears finally leak out.

Gale pulls back a little more to drive in harder each time, still keeping his movements slow and deep, making sure it’s not too much for him, lips soft where he mouths at the crook of his neck. He rumbles against Curt’s skin, chasing gentle nips with the press of his tongue and light enough suction to not leave lasting marks, panting quiet encouragement and praise when his thrusts start to get messy.

He feels Gale nudge at his hand, knocking it out of the way and replacing it with his own, and Curt moans at the way the heat engulfs him, rocking his hips up into Gale’s hand and back against his cock, over and over as the honey–hot feeling in his stomach builds. It doesn’t take long before all his muscles are tensing, burying his face in the pillow to muffle his strangled sob, shaking hard as he jerks between Gale’s hand and body, making a mess over his knuckles.

Curt nearly convulses when Gale pushes in deep and goes still, spilling into him once again, filling him with a heat that feels like it oozes through his entire body, melting his bones down to nothing and turning his brain to mush as he chants desperate whimpers of Gale’s name into the pillow.

Fresh tears well up from the almost painful friction when he slides out of him a minute later, and he whines in complaint, but Gale leans over him and kisses him better, slow and soft with a hand cupping his face to help him tilt it to the side.

“You’re unreal,” Gale murmurs against his lips, and Curt still flushes, even after everything else.

(+ Curt wakes up in the morning to John working him open on his fingers because they all can’t get enough of each other as is, let alone after the scare that was Algeria, and he’s sore and tired but god does he ever need to be full of him again, so they take it slow and gentle and Gale wakes up to the sight of Curt absolutely enveloped by John’s broad body, and fuck, there they all go again.) (p.s. @mangokittokatsu i'm gonna be so real, i only have to see your @ to know i'm about to be knocked back in my chair by whatever words you decide to grace my inbox with LMAOO i hope this is a solid thanks for all the brainrot you share <3)

[compacflt]

idk if this question has already been answered or not but idrc, would your ice have considered it "talking about it" to admit his physical attraction towards mav? like calling him beautiful or genuinely complementing him. this goes for mav too

i do feel post debriefing ice would call mav beautiful openly or some sappy bs like that

love your writing 💌

anon i need you to know this ask was so cute it made me physically nauseous. i was sick all week thinking about how cute this ask was. thank you for sending it.

i actually had a couple drabbles where yes ice both pre- and post-TGM mission is like yeah im physically attracted to you, but it’s less like “oh my god you’re so hot 😍” and more like “i mean, yeah, you objectively look like tom cruise so it’s not like i really have a choice.”

but “beautiful” specifically i had not thought of, and it has knocked me off my feet and made me go feral/rabid/undomesticated for a few days straight, so i will be writing something about this. thanks.

[bloodyknucklesforme]

we need holiday könig i beg 🧎

"Scheiße!" You turn around hearing the sound of a fist hitting the kitchen table. The gingerbread house collapsed for the third time. Its cookie walls slant sideways. Your boyfriend sat with his fist clenched and a tube of icing in danger of exploding in the other. "I refuse to believe you think this fun."

Maybe putting your large anxiety-ridden boyfriend in charge of building a house made of bakery wasn't your best idea. He was frustrated that was easy enough to tell. You walked over and laid your hand over his fist and kissed the top of his head. You were almost the same height when he was sitting.

"You don't have to build it. I've done it before."

"I said I would build you the house. I'm building the house." He tossed the frosting bag onto the table before trying to rebuild the walls again. His hands were shaking. He always got this way when trying to make you happy. Something wouldn't work out, the anxiety would start and the anger would follow. He wouldn't yell but instead silently rage.

"Let me help. It's our house." You sat on his thigh, one of his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist. Your hands were smaller so you could maneuver them more easily as he frosted the edges. His hands stopped shaking as much and you started joking with him.

"I think it's almost as big as our apartment."

"Almost." He chuckled into your back, kissing your shoulder blade. His chin rested on your shoulder as you slowly held the roof together.

"Thank you, bärchen." The house was finished if a bit slanted still.

"Like I said, it's our house." You leaned back against his chest. "I'll always help you."

You knew he needed that extra bit of reassurance. That he was safe to be himself around you. That he didn't need to hide his face. That you loved him no matter what.

"Now, chocolate bar or peppermint sticks for the door?" You asked.

"Peppermint stick."

[fbfh]

The ending to chapter 11 of LUTD reminded me of this, ngl...

Nico: Y/N, you're going to have to stop screwing around if you want to be Leo's girlfriend.

Goth Shawty: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Girlfriend? I don't want to be Leo's "girlfriend".

Nico: Well... what do you want then?

Goth Shawty: I don't know. I just wanna be with him all the time. I wanna hear about his day, tell him about mine. I wanna hold his hand and smell his hair. But I don't want to be his stupid girlfriend.

Nico: Y/N, what you just described is a relationship between a boyfriend and a girlfriend.

Nico, under his breath: And a pretty clingy one at that.

JLKGJSLKJSSLKSDJD LITERALLY. anon you just described Leo and goth shawty perfectly. reader really said "I don't want to be his girlfriend ew no I just want him to be completly devoted to me and not touch anyone else or be attracted to anyone but me."

nico: "...so you want to be his girlfriend."

seriously though once Leo gets goth shawty to really open up she's going to be the clingiest motherfucker on earth but like same bc it's Leo. who wouldn't be clingy as hell with him.

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

Wondering if I should just post all of my ikevil (oneshot) fic ideas in case I never write them. Just so people can see the vision

This was inspired by another idea I got by listening to "The Last Great American Dynasty" and the quote "Nothing provokes more than the sight of a woman enjoying herself". And then me wanting to write a William x fem reader where he encourages the reader to enjoy herself and (upper class) people whisper about how she's crazy and going to ruin him, but his eyes draw her in and she finds she doesn't care. Let them think you're crazy, you're having the time of your life, with your love laughing beside you.

[yellow-computer-mouse]

Geno didn't know Nightmare very well at all, yet the dark skeleton apparently considered him one of his closest allies. He assumed that's how this happened; Nightmare, having grown tired of keeping it hidden, or perhaps finally admitting weakness, notified those he held dear of a habit of his. Furthermore, he entrusted Geno of all people to assist him with this habit. Geno supposed that was his way of opening up. He certainly didn't mind; who would with a job like this?

Geno sat on the floor of a fairly large room, tucked away in a hallway near the castle library, and watched Nightmare toddle around. He quite enjoyed this task- after all, all he had to do was supervise. He chuckled as Nightmare stood next to a shelf, standing on his tippy-toes to try and reach something placed just out of his reach.

"Need some help?" he called, trying to get the little's attention. Nightmare glanced over at him and huffed, continuing to try and obtain the toy.

"Me do it!" he whined, stomping his foot. He stared at the shelf for a little while before stepping back and taking a running leap. He was only able to hang on for a moment before he lost his grip on the flat, wide shelves and came crashing to the ground. He landed on his back with a thud and promptly began to cry.

"Oh, shoot-"

Geno leaped up from the ground, dashing over to kneel beside Nightmare. He pulled the goopy skeleton into a hug, holding him close to his chest as he rocked back and forth.

"Shh... shh, hey, it's okay... was that scary?" Geno murmured, pressing his chin against the crown of Nightmare's skull. The little whimpered, not offering any response other than cries as big fat tears rolled down his cheeks. Geno softly wiped away the teardrops pooling in his socket, holding him close. Nightmare hiccuped, choking out a response.

"It hurt- it hurt!!" he cried, anything else he tried to say devolving into sobs. Geno held him close, shushing him gently.

"Yeah? I bet it did, buddy. That's why I tell you not to climb the shelves." He sighed, rubbing Nightmare's back. The little guy seemed fine, if a bit shaken up. "Do you want a snack?"

Nightmare nodded frantically, his wails quieting immediately. Geno rolled his eyes playfully, holding the little against his chest as he walked out of the room. He walked down to the kitchen, setting Nightmare down at the table as he prepared a bottle of milk and some strawberries. As he brought the food over to Nightmare, he paused, noticing the other's tired, drooping frame. He didn't get a word in before Nightmare spoke.

"'m not tired," he mumbled defensively. Geno laughed, sitting beside him and rubbing the back of his head.

"Whatever you say, buddy. Here, I got you some milk, and some yummy berries-" Nightmare, predictably, did not care about the berries. Geno sighed fondly, picking the plate up and returning it to the fridge as he hefted Nightmare into his arms, beginning the trek back upstairs.

"Nooo! No nap!" he whined, kicking and wriggling about in Geno's arms.

"Shh.. hey, bud, chillax. You're not going down for a nap. You're gonna get some playtime with your plushies, okay?" Nightmare eyed the white-clad skeleton suspiciously.

"Mmmm... but no nap."

"I'm not gonna make you take a nap," he stated. Nightmare finally seemed pleased with that answer, letting Geno carry him back to his playroom and lay him out on his foam playmat.

"I know.. how about you play camping with your plushies?" Nightmare's eye lit up, and he darted across the room to collect his favorite blanket. Geno smiled, trying not to seem too proud of himself. If he gave even the slightest hint that Nightmare was doing what he was supposed to, everything would come undone.

He watched quietly as Nightmare burritoed himself into his blanket, clutching his plushie to his chest as he calmly drank his milk. He heaved a big yawn, stretching and curling up tighter. It wasn't long before he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Geno grinned, quietly climbing over the baby gate and exiting the room. He figured he'd know when Nightmare woke up.

He would not.

Three hours later, Geno was roaming the castlee, aimlessly calling out Nightmare's name to no avail. He knew he should have stayed and watched while he napped, but he was fast asleep! There was no point!

"Nightmare? Niiiiightmaaaaaare!" He paused as he heard a soft squeak, denoting that A: Nightmare was on a floor above him, and B: Nightmare was doing something he wasn't supposed to.

Geno muttered a soft curse under his breath, hastily locating the nearest flight of stairs and heading up into the attic. He glanced around, eventually laying eyes on a large mess- paint on the wall, paint on the floor, and a small goopy ball huddled in the corner.

"Hey... hey, Nightmare." He surveyed the floor. It was a sloppy, childish painting of a turtle. "I take it that's Minky?"

The ball in the corner hesitated a moment before nodding. Geno stared at it a while longer, trying to discern what shirt Nightmare was wearing.

"Oh, hey. Good job changing into your paint clothes," he said, sitting on an oddly heavy box. Nightmare froze before slowly lifting his head up, staring at Geno with a confused expression. The caretaker smiled, patting the spot beside him. "C'mere. Can you tell me about Minky?"

Nightmare crawled out towards him, sitting beside him and fidgeting with his fingers. His hands and arms were completely covered in paint.

"Um... she's a box turtle." He glanced over at Geno before continuing, pointing to a blob of paint on the floor. "That- that's just her tail."

"Yeah? That's her tail?"

"Umm, yeah." He looked at Geno for a moment. "Do I just need a bath?" He made grabby hands at the other.

Geno sighed, standing up and lifting Nightmare into his arms. "Yeah. C'mon, buddy." He wanted to make a million comments about how exhausting Nightmare was to deal with, how irritating it was when he would run off... but he decided to focus on the positives. Nightmare had changed into his paint clothes. He wasn't causing any real harm. Most importantly, he trusted Geno not to hurt him.

Geno decided he could live with that.

[irondad-defensesquad]

(can't find the original post right now because Tumblr hates me, but @fotibrit came up with the idea!)

He never understood “dad sneeze” jokes.

Peter doesn’t have enough memories to confirm his dad did it. Uncle Ben never sneezed that loudly. Hence why Peter is always confused when he goes on Tumblr and finds so many posts joking about their dads sneezing.

Will he ever understand them? Who knows.

Until one day he’s upstate, in Tony’s lab, working on his suit as usual…

When the man suddenly sneezes loud enough for people on the third floor to probably hear. And indeed, it’s very loud for Peter’s sensitive ears.

Tony grunts and continues working…

When Peter has a realization.

“Ooooh, so that’s what they mean by a dad sneeze!”

The man freezes, dropping his tool on the floor.

“... what did you just call me?” Tony’s eyes are wide.

…

Peter’s stomach drops.

“Oh, ah- I meant BAD sneeze! Yeah, bad! You have a bad sneeze, Mr. Stark! Haha!” Every word that comes out of his mouth makes it all worse.

While his laughter dies out, Tony is staring at him the whole time. He looks shocked. Maybe he's going to cry. But Peter doesn't know if that's a good thing.

Before he can even open his mouth to say anything, Peter stands up so abruptly that the bench he sat on falls back.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom and die, goodbye!” He blurts out and runs away the fastest he can to hide.

When he gets there, he drops on the floor and sits there miserably against the door. Peter groans the loudest he can, knowing the restroom is relatively far.

“Seriously, Peter? BAD sneeze?! Come oooooooooon..."

[ievaxol]

what is it you want me to tell you?

"You appointed the wrong guild leader," Thancred says as soon as the Exarch opens the door to his quarters.

The displaced Scion pushes past him to take up his by now customary place leaning against a pillar -- the Exarch doesn't need to see him to know the look on his face. Brows pinched, arms crossed; a sight that has become all too familiar in the months following his arrival to the First.

"You made a mistake."

"And you were unkind, as well as not invited, as far as I recall." The Exarch retorts, calmly closing the door before turning to face Thancred. He lifts his chin in subtle challenge and white-hot anger flashes in Thancred's eyes.

A second later Thancred has schooled his expression into more general frustration, but the Exarch knows what lies underneath. It only ever comes into the open on nights like this and only ever when they're alone.

Thancred's rage is a flash of heat in an existence otherwise carefully constructed; who can blame him from seeking it out?

"I told you before, intelligence is what I know best. Why won't you listen to me here? Or are you sitting on information that is beyond me, oh Exarch? Surely you are no fool -- you know as well as I do what this decision will bring. Discord, when the Crystarium needs to stand united."

"Perhaps I do know something you don't," the Exarch states, primly setting his staff to the side. "Have you been resting properly?"

The change of subject earns him a dark look -- it's a fifty-fifty chance Thancred will allow it.

His shoulders slump, and the Exarch counts it for a small win.

"Who can, in this accursed place?"

"True enough." The Exarch grins, wondering if it makes him look as mad as he feels. "Are there no bedfellows to ease your burden?"

"You know there aren't."

"Not for lack of willing men or women."

Thancred shifts his weight, frustration melting into consideration. His eyes glide down to where the Exarch's mouth has caught on one of his canines, then further to where his robe splits across his chest, crystal spilling out and toward his throat as if to choke him.

"What about you, then?"

It might be over two centuries since the Exarch last had the pleasure of witnessing lightning strike, but he still knows the warning signs intimately.

He spreads his arms -- a dramatic gesture.

An invitation.

His mouth feels fuzzy with static.

"Who could I take to bed without compromising my position in the Crystarium, pray tell?"

There is only one possible answer to his question, and Thancred is an intelligent man -- a handsome man, an angry man. Angry and lonely, just like the Exarch.

In two long strides Thancred has crossed the distance between them and grabbed onto the Exarch's robes, leaning in close, close, closer still and gods how long was it since he was last this close with another person, close enough to breathe someone else's breath --

"We're two sorry bastards, aren't we," Thancred mutters, before crushing his lips to the Exarch's.

[tommyofspeed]

Drabble # 1 — post young avengers present #6

He doesn’t stop running until he’s miles away from the building on the Upper East Side. Away from the trouble he could get into for breaking into the temporary Avengers Tower. And away from Kate Bishop.

And it's only when he stops that he starts to actually think about what he did. And realize just how much of a jerk he’d been.

“Well, but you are a jerk, aren’t you, Tommy?” he muttered to himself, shaking his head angrily.

Yeah, most of the time, to most people. But he’d never gone so far as to abandon someone, to leave a friend behind in a moment of trouble. He thought he wasn’t like that. But… well, maybe he’d been wrong.

“Then again…” he tried to argue with himself, forcing a small smile that quickly faded. “We were only there because she wanted her bow back. If she hadn’t talked about it…”

He stopped, closing his eyes tightly before rubbing a hand over his face. That was a lousy excuse, and he knew it. From the start, this whole thing was his idea. Because he had second intentions, of course. He wanted to hook up with her, and the quickest way to do that was to please her, right? Also, committing a little crime didn't seem a bad idea at that point. It was exciting. 

So he’d convinced her and brought her there, thinking he was helping her, that she deserved her equipment back—that it was unfair it had been taken from her, and he could help her get it. But then… the Avengers showed up, and he kida panicked.

He hadn’t expected that. He hadn’t planned on anything other than sneaking in and getting the gear without being noticed. He didn't plan that far ahead nor did he had a plan for if they get caught. Because that wasn't supposed to happen.

"She did said go—" He reminded himself, only to add. "but was she talking about going home or for you to get out of there?" He didn't know for sure, and he didn't stay to find out.

Because he just ran. Without thinking twice. Without doing something to get Kate out of there too. He just listen the aproaching avengers, and the word go and he just ran, without thinking much about her. He left her to her own devices in a split second.

They went in there together, but he left alone.

He escaped like a jerk. Like a coward. He was well aware of that now. But now was too late.

"Which is ironic, because you could have had all the time in the world to think about it, but you didn't."

But what else could he have done? He couldn’t risk getting caught and thrown back in juvie, even though this whole mess was his idea. And if anyone had to take the blame for this little silly heist, he figured Kate would get off easier than he would. Maybe that was her plan all along? Cover for him? Even after everything? The older Avengers actually liked her, right? They wouldn't go too hard on her.

“You’re a damn idiot,” he muttered to himself. “There was plenty you could’ve done, don’t lie to yourself. You could’ve taken her out of there with you. But you didn’t, because you’re a damn idiot who only thinks about yourself. What a joke of a hero.”

He leaned against the wall of the alley where he’d ended up, cursing himself.

In the past, this wouldn’t have bothered him at all. He wouldn't spend a second thinking about what had just happened. He’d gotten himself out—what else mattered? But now… things were different. He was feeling guilty. Because he knew he’d put Kate in trouble. And Kate… well, he really liked Kate. For real. Not only because she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. She was just great in every way too. She was a teammate, his partner, and the funniest, most badass girl he’d ever met.

He knew he might have blown any chance he’d ever had with her because of this. But he hoped, deep down, he hadn’t ruined his chances of being her friend moving forward. Besides Billy, Kate was the only one who actually seemed to enjoy his presence in the Young Avengers, and they were a solid team together. He couldn't stand the idea of having broken her trust.

And this was a new kind of pain that he never felt before. He hated it.

He sighed, feeling defeated. "Ok Tommy, think about it." He told himself. "What can you do?"

Right now, he had three options: he could go back, but he knew that was a terrible idea. The Avengers would still be there, and it would only turn things into an even bigger mess, no matter how fast he was.

The second option was to wait a bit, then head over to Kate’s place and apologize. See if she was okay. But Tommy knew that was an even worse idea. She’d be probably furious with him, and rightfully so, and he’d probably get a punch in the face or an arrow to dodge (which he knew he deserved).

The last and best option was to go home and try to fix this mess tomorrow, that is, if Kate even wanted to talk to him after that. She probably wouldn't, and he couldn’t blame her for that. That was on him, and as much as he hated to admit, he knew fixing it would take time, It would be slow, but he’d have to try.

He was willing to do whatever it took to make it up to her.

[padfootastic]

“don’t apologize.” “sorry.” “name.” with jilypad, maybe? :0

oh, yes, i love this!! thank u for the ask <3

x

The silence was thundering in the wake of James’ words.

Lily’s mortified gaze was fixed firmly on her feet as she replayed them in her mind.

“I’ve seen the way you look at Sirius.”

Lily should’ve laughed it off. James didn’t even mean it as an accusation, had said it casual-as-you-please like they were discussing the weather, or perhaps their upcoming Charms assignment.

Hell, she could’ve waved it off even if it was an accusation After all, Sirius Black was an exceptionally gorgeous human being and there wasn’t a human on Earth who could refute that. He attracted admirers like it was his job.

But no, she’d frozen. Her reaction the biggest indicator of guilt she could’ve given.

“James—“ she started, before realising she didn’t know what to say. There was an expression on James’ face she’d never seen before and it was scaring her a little.

“James, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

“Don’t apologise, Lily,” he tried to say but she wasn’t listening. All she could focus on was the tremble in her boyfriend’s frame and her own horror that she’d driven him to—to tears.

“Sorry, James, I’m so—“

“Lily.” The sharpness in his voice brought her babbling to a sudden halt. Lily kept her mouth shut, but her mind was still racing. James doesn’t—he’s not crying, like she’d thought.

Instead, there was a smile slowly taking over his entire face. Baffled, Lily watched as he burst out in giggles, wondering if she’d entered an alternate dimension without realising it.

She’d just basically admitted she was crushing on his best friend and her boyfriend was…laughing?

“Li-Lily,” he said, hiccuping a little as this laughter tapers out. “Aren’t you wondering how I knew?”

She could only shake her head. That hadn’t even been close to the top five things she’d been worried about.

“I know how you look at Sirius because I look at him the same way.”

Oh.

x

“So, Pads.” Sirius stared suspiciously at his best mate trying to act nonchalant. He was, quite frankly, terrible at it. His fidgeting became even worse and he couldn’t maintain eye contact to save his life.

“Hm?”

“Lily and I were…talking.”

“Right.”

“And we…resolved a few things.”

“Which—involves me how?”

“Er, yeah, about that…,” James trailed off, chewing on the corner of his lip. Sirius kind of wanted to do the same. He quickly averted his gaze lest he actually acted on his desire.

“Come on, James, spit it out,” he prompted, when nothing else came forth.

James gulped, and this was really getting too weird. Sirius hadn’t seen him this nervous in a long time, not since…he’d been…trying…to ask Lily out.

That’s not—

He wouldn’t—

Nah, he mentally shook himself. Not Possible. Lily was standing right there, steadily biting down on her nails and staring between the two of them. It had to be something else.

“We were hoping you would give us a try?”

Sirius was ashamed to admit his mouth fell open at that. It was most undignified.

“Give…you…a try?” And his voice came out embarrassingly high pitched. Wonderful.

“What he’s trying to say,” Lily finally cut in, exasperation taking over the previous nervousness, “but is finding it hard to because you’re entirely too distracting for your own good, is that we really like you and were hoping you might like us too.”

Sirius’ eyes bounced between her and James, who had turned a delicious shade of red that didn’t stop him from nodding vigorously at his girlfriend’s words.

He gave it a second of thought, just enough to consider the possibility that this might be a prank before promptly discarding it in the trash where it belonged. Even if Lily wanted to pull something like this, he knew James would never go along with it.

So it was only with the slightest bit of hesitance, of fear, that he nodded, still looking between the two people he’d previously considered out of his reach.

An excited whoop reached his ears just as he got picked up and twirled by James, deposited right in front of Lily who raised on her toes to press the sweetest kiss to his lips. Almost immediately, James wrapped himself around him from behind as Lily pressed into his front.

Sirius was helpless to do anything except close his eyes, letting himself melt into the embrace.

Send me a hesitant love prompt for any ship!

[blackjackkent]

Updated my pinned post so it was a little less of a text wall, had useful links, and better reflected the fact that I have gone straight down the fandom rabbit hole again and am looking likely to stay there for a while. XD Best to set expectations correctly right out of the gate.

[hueseok]

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