#would 100% drop dead before i get the ice cream

[lovelygirlwithablog]

୨ ⎯ headcanons . nicolas alexander chavez x f!reader

a/n: i started watching monsters and MAN, i get the HYPE. here is some cute and a little spicy headcanons for y'all!!!

━ spontaneous AF

Nic would totally be the guy to text you like, “Get ready, I’m picking you up in 20,” and then take you on some random adventure, like stargazing or getting ice cream at midnight. Literally boyfriend goals.

━ biggest hype man

He’s always like, “Babe, you’re AMAZING,” even when you’re just, like, doing homework or surviving Monday. He’d make you feel like a literal queen 24/7.

━ obsessed with your music taste

He’d always ask for song recs and then add them to a playlist called, like, Songs That Remind Me of Her (AND HE’D ACTUALLY LISTEN TO IT).

━ puppy love vibes

He’d 100% suggest adopting a dog together because “it’d be so cute, just like us,” and then post pics of you two with the dog, captioned, “My girls 🫶🏻.” Like, STOP.

━ always touchy

Nic would hold your hand everywhere. Like, even if you’re just walking around Target, he’d be holding it or wrapping an arm around you. People would literally gag at how cute you are.

━ so funny it hurts

He’d do dumb stuff like mimic your laugh or make up random nicknames for you, just to see you crack up. His goal in life is literally to make you laugh until you cry.

━ old school sweetheart

He’s SO that guy who shows up at your house with flowers “just because” or plans a cute dinner date with candles, even if it’s just takeout. ROMANCE IS ALIVE.

━ late night calls

He’d call you at like 11 PM and be like, “So what’s on your mind?” And then suddenly it’s 2 AM, and you’re talking about your childhood dreams or your favorite foods. LIKE WHO DOES THAT? Nic does.

━ intense eye contact

He’d have this thing where he just stares at you with those gorgeous eyes, like you’re the only person in the room. And you’d be like, “What?” and he’d smirk and go, “Nothing, you’re just distracting.” HELP.

━ that smirk game

He totally knows what he’s doing when he hits you with that crooked smile. Like, you’d be arguing over something dumb, and he’d smirk mid-sentence, making you forget what you were even mad about. It’s unfair, honestly.

━ hand placement expert

Whether it’s his hand on the small of your back when you’re walking, or casually brushing his fingers against yours before holding your hand, he’s SO smooth about it. Like, boy, do you know what you’re doing? (He does.)

━ jealous but chill

He’s not like, possessive, but if another guy’s flirting with you, he’ll slide up next to you, wrap an arm around your waist, and be like, “Hey babe, ready to go?” in this low, confident voice. Dead.

━ his hoodie

He’d totally give you his hoodie when you’re cold, but low-key, he thinks you look hotter in it than he does. And then he’d be like, “You’re keeping that, right? It looks better on you anyway.” STOP.

━ the way he kisses

Nic is a pull-you-in-by-the-waist-and-make-you-forget-your-name kind of kisser. Like, soft at first, but then when he gets serious? UGH. You’re blushing just thinking about it.

━ voice drop

He’d get all close to your ear to whisper something—like a joke, or even just “You’re so pretty”—and his voice would drop like 10 octaves. You’d be SHIVERING.

━ protective but subtle

He’d walk on the side of the street closest to traffic without saying a word or instinctively pull you closer in a crowded room. He wouldn’t make a big deal about it, but inside you’d be like, “I’m marrying this man.”

━ that lowkey dominance

He’d be the guy to put his arm around your chair at dinner or rest his hand on your thigh while driving. It’s not showy, just this quiet confidence that makes you melt.

━ post workout look

When he shows up all sweaty from the gym with his hair messed up and his shirt clinging to him just right? You’re DONE. And he knows it, too, because he’ll smirk and say, “What? See something you like?”

[jamiesfootball]

Augusnippets Day 15

Alternate Prompt: whipping

cw: brief moment of implied violence, but actually zero violence and 100% nonsense

Summary:

Roy receives a text from Jamie that's either very concerning or very stupid.

Here on AO3

[Prick]: Hey coach, I’m not gonna make it to training this morning

[Prick]: My arm is completely dead. Can’t barely move it from the shoulder down to the wrist. My back got it bad too

[Prick]: I’d push thru but last time I did that you yelled a lot, so technically if you yell at me now you’re a hippocrit

[Prick]: and yes I already sent a message to the physios. I’ll check in later this morning

[Roy]: You’ll check in with me right now

[Roy]: Was it the weights?

[Prick]: what weights?

[Prick]: oh

[Prick]: no

[Prick]: It’s nothin

[Prick]: It’s nothin bad

[Prick]: I fucked up

[Roy]: Fucked up how?

[Prick]: didn’t think it looked that bad when I cleaned up last night, but this morning the bruising came in

[Roy]: Bruising from what?

[Prick]: Relax, grandad. I’m not like injured-injured

[Prick]: It was just a bit of whipping

Typing…

Typing…

Typing…

[Roy]: Don’t fucking move. I’ll be there in ten

Half of Roy’s mind knew this was probably a misunderstanding. Not only because the annoying little prick had cartwheels and roundoffs where normal people had straight-line logical thinking, but also because Roy was dead certain if there was something wrong with Jamie – something actionably, seriously wrong – Jamie would never just come out and tell Roy what it was.

He’d come to him, maybe. But he’d never say it.

Half of Roy knew this.

The other half had him driving too fast through stop signs on the way to Jamie’s house, his mind turned grimly towards what-ifs and contingency plans and late night wake up calls to his sister if there was a need for off-the-record medical attention. The other half was hardly awake, roused by the chime of his phone before his 3:30 alarm had a chance to sputter, the same way he’d been dreading for months. And if the other half demanded that he get eyes on Jamie and assess for himself that the idiot was in one piece, that that was his own fucking business.

He didn’t trust this rehab bullshit, he didn’t understand how Jamie’s father had wormed his way back into his son's life, and he was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. There was always another shoe.

Of course then he arrived at Jamie’s house, and aside from dark raccoon circles under his eyes and an ice pack pressed to his shoulder, the muppet was fine.

The unneeded Roy-half packed up its contingency plans and took its leave. This left room for pure, incandescent annoyance – annoyance that was not relieved when Jamie showed him the reason for his injury.

“It’s a cake!” Jamie claimed, gesturing at the lopsided blob on his kitchen counter. It sure didn’t look like a cake. It looked furry – or rather like it’d started out furry before getting caught in the rain. The ‘whipped’ cream was practically liquid, dripping down the sides in streaks. It looked like someone had snuck into Jamie’s house in the night and left a sopping wet Yorkshire Terrier in a baking tray as a prank. Or an Ugg boot; it sort of looked like a Ugg boot. A flattened, sopping wet Ugg boot.

Jamie, who come to think of it was a bit like a Yorkie, continued yapping away in defence of his flat Ugg boot cake.

“I followed the recipe exactly like Simon said!” Jamie waved his iPad in Roy’s face. His finger slipped on the screen, and the screenshotted recipe swiped to photo of Isaac kissing a puppy. “I got through the cake part easy, but then the instructions said I needed whipped cream, and ‘e told me I couldn’t use the pre-whipped stuff from the store ‘cause that’d be cheating.”

Jamie snorted; as if asking for extra effort for a fucking gift was the height of unreasonable expectations. “Easy for him to say. Simon’s got one of those fancy stand mixers. Don’t see how that’s not cheating.”

Privately Roy agreed, but Jamie didn’t deserve words of affirmation for this level of stupidity.

“So you whisked it by hand?” Roy asked, side-eyeing the travesty. How had his life had come to this: rotating his star player’s arm to assess the blotched bruising bursting along the jointline because he’d attempted baking unsupervised.

Jamie grimaced in pain as Roy thumbed what he thought was a bruise; it was cocoa powder. “What? No, I used a spoon.”

“You-,” Roy cut himself off, pinching the bridge of his nose. He could feel cocoa and flour rubbing off on his skin. “Why didn’t you just use a whisk? Big fancy pre-loaded fucking kitchen, and you’re telling me it didn’t come staged with a whisk?”

Jamie’s mouth opened, then closed. He had that guilty, prey animal look in his eyes that meant Roy was about to hear something truly, godforsakenly stupid.

“Um. You know.” Jamie mimed stirring something with his hand. “It’s upstairs.”

“What?”

“You know.” Jamie made that cursed stirring motion with his hand again. “Upstairs.”

“Stop that,” Roy pleaded. Jamie stopped that. He didn’t want to know, but like a train travelling at two hundred kilometres per hour towards five innocent nuns on the tracks, or however that maths problem went, his mouth ran on ahead of him and refused to pull the lever that would put the other person out of his misery. “What the fuck do you need a whisk upstairs for?”

“You know,” said Jamie. “For my bath bombs.”

“Your bath bombs,” repeated Roy.

Jamie nodded excitedly.

“You….whisk your bath bombs.”

“Um, yeah, obviously,” Jamie snorted condescendingly. “What do you do? Whisk them in by hand?”

The reality of the situation settled in. Roy was standing in Jamie’s kitchen, a little after four in the morning, still in his fucking house slippers because he hadn’t bothered to put shoes on when he was racing out of his house, fear in his heart and images of vengeance in his head because he thought that he was racing headfirst into learning yet another reason why James Tartt Sr was a living shitstain of the earth who didn’t so much as deserve to breathe oxygen, let alone be a part of his son’s life, court-mandated rehab be damned.

And instead he’d arrived to find out that the only danger to Jamie was the lad’s barely existent reading comprehension and his knack for innovating parts of the human experience that were better left untouched.

A whisk for a bath bomb. Jesus fucking Christ.

With more Schadenfreude in his heart than Ted would ever approve of, Roy watched Jamie try and fail to fill the kettle without moving his limp, deadened arm. A cup of tea was the least he could do

“Do you think I should buy a second whisk?”

“No,” answered Roy.

“But if I only had another whisk–”

“If you only had a fucking brain. No.”

Jamie sulked. He traded his tea for his ice pack, hissing as he pressed it against his shoulder. “What do you think I should do with the cake then? I was gonna give it to Sam as a taste test-”

“Don’t kill Sam.”

“-but it’s all-,” Jamie wrinkled his nose, “-Goopy. I don’t want to give Sam a goopy cake for his birthday. That’d be illegal or sommet.”

It was goopy. That would be illegal. He didn’t want Sam to die.

Roy sighed. “Give me a fork.”

That wattage on Jamie’s face should be illegal at 4am. Most things should. But maybe it was worth it. The training and the false alarms and the misuse of cooking utensils when normal people were asleep – maybe there were worse things to suffer for.

Jamie turned around with the plates and-

“Is that a carving knife?”

“This?” Jamie held up what was, in fact, a carving knife. “No? I’m pretty sure it’s for bread.”

Then again, maybe there weren’t. Didn’t matter.

Roy would have his boot-shoe cake and eat it too. For Sam.

As far as disasters went, it didn’t taste too bad.

[sanguinechaos]

cant believe i was so fucking delusional about Flamebringer and Enforcer interacting in some way that it came into existence

actually can we talk about that

listen i already Hortus de Escapismo would be a treat because its a Laterano related event and it involves my wife. actually he got an alter even i knew it i KNEW IT I WAS AN EXALTER TRUTHER AS SOON AS I SAW THAT BOUJEE WINCHESTER 1887 MY FUCKING WIFE IS HOME MY WIFE

and then they dropped the operator records for the Notarial Hall trio and for anyone who has not read those yet tl;dr from somewhat dubiously google translated chinese text:

in Insiders oprecs theres almost an all out brawl over a family heirloom donut recipe. its so funny to me that we all made fun of him cause his halo looked like a donut and he really is Donut Man™

actually his personal donut recipe is so sweet and greasy that the doctor nearly chokes to death on it. im pretty sure if you eat it you can physically feel your arteries popping shut

apparently he likes sweets so much because when they picked him off the streets in some small town bordering siracusa and brought him to laterano they gave him some candy and it just left such an impact on him

do all of you have dead parents is that like a requirement

he has donut pajamas

Executor oprec is kinda cute honestly. this guy is autistic. he has joined the war on autism on the side of the autism. anyway what we learned is that apparently his lack of empathy (as in the sanktas 6th sense) is something hes had from birth and not in fact due to his job as an executor

and also he has always had a black halo and wings. according to the manhua they also dropped his entire extended family has black halo/wings it has absolutely fuck all to do with him being willing to kill sankta if his job necessitates it its just genetic

he doesnt actually have that much of a problem recognizing what people are feeling, its more that he has trouble piecing together cause and effect or what those emotions mean to people. and his parents (before their tragic demise) taught him to like draw shapes on paper matching different emotions to parse it? cute

anyway the other executor that was on a mission with him when he was still a rookie bites the dust and Executor takes it so so so seriously and fucking tries to eat 100 scoops of ice cream because his senpai made a joke and he was just like "okay so that can count as a last will and testament i guess" like babe. babe. he applied for executive gelato funding

and they leave us hanging but i genuinely wonder how many he managed to eat before he probably vomited and couldnt see gelato for the next 3 months

Federico Giallo? no. Federico Gelato

also hes only around ~25 as of Exalter

Enforcer goes around asking various sarkaz about Kazdel cause obviously hes intending to go look for Cecelias dad with her

actual live reaction as soon as i saw 炎客 BEYONCE?! FLAMEBRINGER?!

Flamebringer is a wanted criminal the Notarial Hall has his mugshot on the office notice board (which tells me that there is NO WAY that Executor doesnt KNOW him or about him please i am so delulu rn Lowlight i fucking beg you let them interact kiss. violently suck face, even. "Dino wasnt this a 炎见 post?" if you were paying attention to my Twitter youd know i really like 葬炎见 in that exact order but ill take any combination of just two of them) and also he absolutely does not give a shit he just keeps watering the plants while Enfocer talks at him

Enforcer gets slammed against a wall and maybe choked a little unbelievable and Flamebringer is like "go bug someone else, blood is not for watering flowers" like oof ouch the edge on this guy

Mudmud helps Enfocer in the end tho :)

also he might be like 19 while my conservative estimate was at least 25 i THOUGHT the Notarial staff had law degrees now i get why everyone in Guide Ahead was like "waow, so young :o and already an executor!"

[charlataninred]

At the request of @kittykatlesbian and @resident-nickname-collector, I shall be telling the tale of Accordion Man.

So this was a year or two ago. I had signed up for a 4-day field trip to Washington DC with my US government class. There were about 12 of us, but only a few are relevant to this tale.

Part of the fees to be on the trip was an allowance, which they’d give back to us on the first day to buy meals. They’d essentially drop us off in the city, give us our parameters, and tell us to be back at the buses by a certain time.

On one such occasion, there was a street blocked off from cars with a bunch of restaurants down it. About 5 of us decided to pool our money and buy a large pizza because a few of us wanted one and hey, cheaper for all of us.

On this street, there was a busker playing an accordion. We paused on the way to the pizzeria to listen because the tune he way playing was familiar. It took us a few seconds, but then I realized: it was that annoying yet catchy Gummy Bear song that was everywhere in the early 2010s. We had a good laugh, my friend gave him some money (to “buy his silence”) and we continued on our way.

Anyway, we ordered our pizza and decided to go get some ice cream at a place we saw on our way over while we waited. Accordion Man was still there, this time playing that song that goes “when the moon hits your eyes like a big pizza pie, that’s amore.” We had another laugh, gave him some more money, and continued on our way.

When we came back, there he was still, this time playing Kass’ theme from BOTW. We stopped to listen, went to get our pizza, and when we came back, he was packing up.

One of my friends, apparently having no social anxiety, goes straight up to him and starts talking in a British accent. I don’t know why. They aren’t British. I can’t remember what exactly they said, but I think they were complimenting him. Accordion Man proceeds to answer ALSO IN A BRITISH ACCENT. My friend told me later “I was like ‘oh shit, and actual British person, I can’t drop it now.’” So we chatted with him for a bit before one of my other friends said “I like your accent!”

This man. Looks the friend who was speaking britishly DEAD IN THE EYES and goes in a 100% American accent, “Thanks, it’s fake.”

My friend then decided to switch to a Southern accent, to which Accordion Man switches to a more Scottish accent. Eventually we had to part to actually have dinner before we needed to head to the bus.

You’d think that would be the end of the story, but no. There we were, sitting in an empty water fountain (it was February so there was no water, and we thought it would be a fun place to eat) when we hear someone yell “TA TA!” On this singsong voice. We look up, and there he is, Accordion Man, speeding away on a bicycle waving to us. Naturally, we all shouted back “TA TA!” As well.

Anyway I think about him at least once a week. Accordion Man, if you’re out there, I love you so much

[ourloveisforthelovely]

To the Ends of the Earth. Part 18

Supernatural 

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader 

Rating: Mature

Summary:  AU Supernatural. Gabriel is tired of Micahel and Raphael’s constant interfering and dictating what's best for him. Little do they know that he’s been sneaking to earth to fall in love with you. When he convinces you to run away with him, all hell is about to break loose.

Link to Part 17

AO3 Link

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You stood looking at Raphael’s now dead body as the sprinklers in the parlor began to go off. With a groan, you looked up to Sam who shook his head as the water poured down on your heads.

“Haven’t we been through enough?”

Sam asked, shoving his now wet hair out of his face as Amelia stared up at the water falling down on her face. You, meanwhile, turned and walked across the room to pick up your angel blade that had fallen on the floor. As much as you wanted to, internally, celebrate Raphael’s grizzly demise…you couldn’t. Not only had Amelia witnessed it but you would have to explain this one to Gabriel. You weren’t 100% sure how he would take this but you were totally positive that he wouldn’t be happy.

“Well, isn’t this special?”

You murmured before turning back to Sam. Amelia came over to hold your hand with a scrunched-up face. Whether it be the innocent comment in the face of horrific darkness or it just being funny, both Sam and yourself laughed.

“Yuck, I’m all wet.”

You lovingly stroked your niece’s face.

“We should go home.”

Arriving back at the bunker, Sam reached out to grab your hand before you opened the door.

“Let’s not blurt it out about Raphael dying. We should probably ease into it.”

You nodded.

“Maybe ask them to play twenty questions? Like the first one will be why we are all soaking wet…Sam, you know that I’m a blurter.”

Sam rolled his eyes.

Sam: “Try to be different today. I know that you have unofficially declared war on Gabriel and Dean but this is big.”

You had to agree with that one. Killing an archangel was beyond big. This had to be your “biggest accomplishment” to date. Unfortunately, it wasn’t an accomplishment that you were presently proud of.

“Yeah, you’re right. Well, let's get this over with.”

You pushed the door open and walked inside. As you suspected, the moment that you walked in soaking wet, Gabriel and Dean automatically stood up. Dean looked totally confused as to why you were dripping wet, Sam’s hair was totally stuck to his head, and Amelia sat down to wring out her socks.

“So…why are you all wet? It's not raining outside?”

Gabriel moved to come to you but you stepped away. As much as you wanted nothing more than to crawl on his lap and let him comfort you…that wasn’t about to happen. You had to “face the music” first. Something told you that once you blabbed about just what your trip to the ice cream entailed…cuddling wasn’t going to happen.

“Don’t ask questions that you don’t want the answer to.”

You replied as you tried to squeeze water out of your hair. Dean raised an eyebrow and turned to Gabriel. If he couldn’t get through to you then no one could.

Gabriel was wary of whether or not to open his mouth. After the argument the two of you had, he knew that you weren’t very happy with him. Sure, you would come around and “makeup�� with him soon enough but that didn’t help the situation now (when you were still clearly angry with him).

“Sugar…what happened?”

Gabriel finally asked. You took a breath as Sam started shaking his head.

“Oh, Raphael tried to kill us all…just another day.”

Gabriel’s mouth dropped. Had he heard you correctly? Every fiber in his being, whether it be archangel or soul mate, was going crazy. Did you really just say that Raphael had tried to kill you and he wasn’t there to protect you?

“WHAT?”

Dean and Gabriel both shouted at the same time. Before you could open your mouth, Gabriel was in front of you clearly looking for any kind of injuries.

“I’m okay.”

You said softly. Gabriel looked beyond ready to unravel a sweater. You had never seen a more petrified expression on your lover’s face. The cocky attitude that you had left and come home with was rapidly beginning to fade. Now you were left with an exhausted and “blah” feeling.

“Is she okay?”

Dean snapped in Gabriel’s direction as he did the same thing to Sam and Amelia. Gabriel was silent as he looked into your eyes. The expression on his face made it impossible for you to look away. Now was the time that you were again ready to curl up against him and never move.

“She’s fine but I want to know what happened and where is my brother?”

Gabriel was ready to kill Raphael. There would be no forgiving him for this. Even though Gabriel knew that his brothers would launch an attack on you some time; he didn’t think that it would be today. Gabriel found himself wishing that he had never upset you earlier. If he had never brought up leaving to play “I spy” with his brothers then you would never have left the bunker in a fit of rage.

You were quiet a moment longer as Gabriel gently stroked his thumbs over your cheek.

“You won’t find him.”

You finally replied. Gabriel raised an eyebrow. He was tethering between being the concerned lover or losing his ever-loving mind. How he had been able to keep a grip on his temper was still an amazement.

“And why is that, love?”

You groaned. It was the moment of truth. Your attention turned to your niece who was looking at you innocently. Once again, you found your heart aching. You didn’t want Amelia to know what the “family business” was for A LONG time. If it were up to you, Amelia would be able to have a normal childhood without the emotional complications that you grew up with. Unfortunately, it looked like that would not be the case.

Maybe I can stop one bad thing from happening…

You turned back to Amelia with a gentle smile.

“Uh hold on, Amelia, go change your clothes and find Jack.”

The little girl quickly left the room. You waited until you were positive that hse was out of earshot before turning back to your very angry-looking soul mate. Gabriel had his arms crossed over his chest and looked more “archangel” like than ever. You slightly winced before taking a breath.

“Raphael is dead.”

Both Gabriel and Dean’s mouths dropped. Gabriel was the first to be able to even utter a word. Dean moved to sit on the couch. What he was hearing was making him want to faint. How could he have been able to live with himself if something had happened to you? If something happened to Sam, Amelia, for yourself…Dean would never have been able to function ever again. He would have personally gone to Michael and let the archangel “off” him.

“How?”

You were quiet again for a moment. Gabriel, meanwhile, was ready to scream. He wasn’t really “hurt” by the thought of losing Raphael. His brother had pushed him past the point of ever forgiving him. The moment that Raphael threatened you was the moment that Gabriel had no further use for his older brother.

“Y/n, answer the question.”

Gabriel added. You bit your lip before taking a breath. Something told you that you should be proud of yourself. While the whole ordeal was a mess, you still killed Raphael. This task proved not only were you a good hunter but you were on the same level as your brothers. You weren’t some weakling or “little girl” that needed her boyfriend to look after her.

“I shot him with the gun that Dean gave me. Those angel-killing bullets worked.”

Dean’s mouth fell and he moved to just lie flat on his back. While he was proud to hear his perfectly crafted little bullets were able to serve a purpose…he wasn’t totally prepared that you were the one that tested them.

Gabriel stood motionless. He didn’t even say anything for a moment. Had he heard you correctly? Surly his hearing was failing him in some weird way.

“Please tell me that you are joking.”

Gabriel managed to say before putting a hand over his face. Some guardian he was. He had been so irritated with you that he hadn’t even been fully keeping you safe. His thoughts of you being a handful returned yet again.

You shook your head.

“No, Raphael and a bunch of his pals attacked us and he got what was coming to him. Now you don’t have to go off after all…”

You gave Gabriel a frown before turning and going to your bedroom without another word.

When you were out of the room, Gabriel and Dean both turned to Sam.

“Is she telling the truth?”

Dean asked.

“Or is she totally just screwing with us because we ticked her off earlier and you, for whatever reason, decided to play along with it?”

Sam rolled his eyes.

“It's not a joke. We weren’t looking for them. They came to us. Raphael went after her and she shot him.”

Gabriel turned and instantly went after you. He didn’t want to hear anymore. If he heard much else, he would have gone into either a full-blown panic or rage. While he was thankful that Raphael was dead, Gabriel knew that Michael would be livid when he realized what had happened. This was just putting a bigger prize on your head and he couldn’t stand it.

Stepping into the bedroom, Gabriel sighed looking at you. You had your back to him and were busy taking off your soaked bra.

“I suppose you want more information.”

You said after a few seconds. When Gabriel didn’t respond, you turned to face him. You had never seen him look more upset. This was worse than when Michael stood in the middle of the road to make a go at you.

“I am horrified to realize just how close I came to losing you today. I haven’t spent all of this time looking after you and loving you to lose you…and I wouldn’t have been there to save you.”

You didn’t move to say anything immediately. In fact, you wanted Gabriel to know that you did value his feelings. In addition to giving him some comfort in knowing that you didn’t just go after Raphael for shits and giggles.

“I’m okay though, Gabe. I swear to you, I didn’t go after him. I wouldn’t have just gone after him to prove you wrong. When he stepped out of that booth, I had to do something.”

Gabriel stood silently for a moment before pulling you against him. You wrapped your arms around your lover’s shoulders before pressing your forehead against his.

“It could have gone badly.”

Gabriel replied. Putting a hand on your cheek, he breathed your scent in while trying not to think of you dying. While Gabriel didn’t think much of his father anymore, he could only hope that God wouldn’t have paired you as his soul mate only to watch you die. What kind of lesson would that have taught Gabriel? The best that he could think of was unreasonable cruelty.

“But it didn’t.”

You said softly, hoping to comfort Gabriel in someway. It was no secret to you that he was going through every horrible experience that he ever had with Raphael. You knew there were so many events in history Gabriel lived through that you had no clue on. However, something told you that the turmoil going through his mind at the moment was possibly one of Gabriel’s worst moments.

Gabriel tilted your face to his for a kiss. All of the stubbornness left your mind and you were more than happy to enjoy each kiss that he offered.

“It could have.”

Gabriel murmured against your mouth. Stroking a hand up his back, you hovered over where his wings would be. When Gabriel moaned against your mouth, you knew that you had your lover exactly where you wanted him.

“I’ll be careful, love.”

Gabriel gently backed you to the bed before pulling you down with him. The two of you were quiet for a moment. You quietly ran your fingers over Gabriel’s hand. Without him saying a word, you knew that he was still upset. Taking a moment longer, you wiggled your way on top of him.

“Its not that I don’t think you are a capable hunter, Y/n. I know you are. Taking Raphael out only proves it even more. However, do you realize that this will put an even bigger target on us now, don’t you? Michael won’t let this go easily. If we had to be careful before, we have to do so even more. He will be after both of us. I don’t think that you exactly realize how dangerous this is, sugar.”

You lay in silence stroking your fingers over the expanse of Gabriel’s chest and stomach.

“I did actually think about that. That is why I don’t want you out spying on him. I want you with me…where you’re supposed to be. I wish Michael would just suck an egg and leave us alone.”

Gabriel chuckled at that.

“Michael doesn’t know what to do when he isn’t controlling a situation…as you can clearly see. Now, as far as us, I will try my best to stay here. Y/n, you're a hunter. You know that there are times when we all have to do things that we don’t want to. I want nothing more than to be with you all of the time but I have a job to do too. I will, however, promise that I will be as careful as I can. Don’t forget I have a lot of Michael’s tricks memorized. Now, I want to kiss every inch of your body…”

A few hours later…

You quietly snuck out of your room for a drink of water. Glancing at the clock, you were relieved to see a late hour. The last thing that you wanted was to run into Dean with all of the love bites on your neck that Gabriel had left. As you walked quietly through the hallways, you muttered a quick thank you to Chuck for makeup.

Stepping into the kitchen, you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Chuck sitting at the table. He grinned the moment that he saw you.

“You’re welcome.”

You stopped dead in your tracks before turning to face Chuck. Your eyes widened before clutching your silk robe together.

“Damn it, Chuck! Do you just sneak up on people? What the hell?”

Chuck shrugged innocently before taking in your appearance. You were always such a nice thing to look at. Tonight, however, Chuck could clearly see what you were up to for the past few hours.

“I see Gabriel is enjoying himself with you.”

You blushed, crossing your legs. The last thing that you wanted was for Chuck to see any sign of Gabriel’s come dripping down your legs.

“I did not need to know that.”

Chuck quickly squeaked. You blushed before crossing your arms over your chest.

“Maybe stop reading my mind without my consent and you won’t hear things that will make your cringe. What can I say? Your son has an insatiable sex drive and I do well at keeping up.”

Chuck’s mouth dropped.

“Okay okay! We can stop this conversation.”

You gave Chuck a cocky smirk.

“Figured as much. So what do we owe the pleasure of your presence? We haven’t heard from you in…in well years.”

Chuck nodded.

“Sorry, I have been away. I heard about Raphael.”

You winced. If this was what Chuck had come for then you knew that you were in for one hell of a tongue lashing.

“Yeah, well…sorry about capping your son. I can assure you, he was totally stunned when I pulled a gun on him”

Chuck blinked.

“I mean, he kind of asked for it. No harm no foul.”

You stood looking at Chuck stupidly. Had he really said “no harm, no foul” over you killing his son.

“I expected some kind of anger…or something…”

Chuck giggled.

“Well, I’m not here for that. I’m actually here to talk to you about something else. Anyhow, how are things with Gabriel and yourself? I have sensed a lot of angst from the two of you.”

You began to twirl a strand of hair around your finger. Was Chuck really here for gossip?

“We’re fine now…I suppose. All of this with your other thugged out archangel’s is causing some chaos. Maybe you can miracle your way over to Michael and tell him to go fuck off. He is on this ego trip about you making me Gabriel’s soul mate. He seems to think that we are going to go create a nephilim or something.”

You considered telling Chuck to go fuck himself because thanks to his rules you could never have a child. How were you supposed to tell Chuck that “his choices” were what seemed to be driving a wedge between the two of you?

“Easier said than done. You’re doing great with Jack.”

You frowned at Chuck’s response.

“Yeah, well, he’s not ours and he tends to do well. Maybe you should tell Jack that. After all, you haven’t met your grandson. You’re missing out.”

You turned to get yourself a cup of tea while wondering just where Gabriel was. He would be “thrilled” to see the father that abandoned him. You mentally told yourself that might not be such a good idea, after all. The last thing that you wanted was to have to clean up after some epic showdown between Chuck and a very pissed-off Gabriel.

Chuck meanwhile watched you with a mischievous glint in his eye. He knew that he was about to drop a bombshell on you and he couldn’t wait to see your reaction.

“You do very well with Jack that’s why you’re pregnant. Congratulations!”

You dropped your cup before spinning around to stare at Chuck. Had you heard him correctly? Did he just say the “P” word that would result in another nephilim child? Surly you were going crazy and this was some weird dream. There could be no way this was actually happening.

The next thing you knew, Chuck walked over and pinched you.

“OW!”

You squealed, nearly ready to punch Chuck in the face.

“I wouldn’t do that. You would break your hand and it wouldn’t be good for your baby.”

Your mouth dropped yet again.

“Chuck you are saying a lot of words that don’t go into my vocabulary and I am VERY concerned.”

Chuck giggled as if he was telling you some huge joke.

“You shouldn’t be. I know what you have wanted and am giving it to you.”

Your head was spinning as you moved to sit down.

“I mean my dream isn’t to die…”

Chuck finished making you a fresh cup of tea and sat it down in front of you.

“You aren’t going to die, silly. I would never let you die. I actually adore you. That is why I paired you with Gabriel.”

Your mind went immediately to your lover who was still in the bedroom. How was he going to handle this? Most likely not well. He had been so against even speaking about nephilim from day one. How would he react to the realization that he was about to have one of his very own?

“You’re messing with me, right? Is this for me not responding to your cat Tik Tok’s that you sent me?”

You asked. Chuck just stared at you.

“After that little romp that you had with Gabriel in your car…that did the trick.”

You made a face before covering yourself.

“Gross! You were watching us! That’s fucked up, man.”

Chuck shook his head.

“I didn’t watch…watch. I just overheard what was going through both of your heads. It wasn’t hard to miss. Anyway, long story short, you're going to be a mommy. Congratulations!”

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[forensicated]

04x23 - They Say We're Rough

Uniform are changing, ready for their shift as Bob pops his head in to ask if anyone wants to do a PR exercise at local primary schools for four days next week. Everyone is very careful to not make eye contact. Especially Ken who must know that he's likely to be volunteered from his expression. "Ken...." "Oh no, Sarge....!!"

He's glad to find that he has been chosen by Bob to nip down to the army surplus shop and get him a flying jacket like the ones Yorkie and Malcolm wear. It's for his son for his birthday on Friday. Yorkie is running late so Ken takes the opportunity to remind Bob that Yorkie likes kids. "Hey, that's a good idea!"

An ice cream van is spotted by Yorkie getting into a bit of a ruck with a driver who won't reverse to let him continue. He can't reverse either because there are cars behind him. Rather than get involved in the standoff, Yorkie continues to work.

Reg is shoved out of the ladies locker room by June. He's trying to sell the last two tickets for the Federation Boxing championship. They're £15 each (just over £40 now). It's the MET vs West Midlands Police. Ken tells her not to listen because he's tried it on everyone. June would only be interested if Reg was on the receiving end.

Ken and Viv ask about getting a flying jacket for Bob. There's none in the right size at the moment, but a cheeky assistant claims he can get him one by closing time. "Do you want to pay now?!" "Do I look stupid?" "What a gift of a question!" The owner grins.

Ted and Jim happen across the row between the ice cream man and the motorist. It has now developed to have bystanders. Jim moves to get out but Ted reminds him he's no longer uniform and they'll take the long way round instead. Instead, Ted charms Gloria the traffic warden in his inimitiable way.

Viv has bought a boiler suit in the army store whilst waiting for Ken. Ken is suspicious when he spots a missing label on various items but the owner tells him it's removed by the army and that he's had several satisfied customers from Sun Hill before he 'starts thinking those unkind thoughts'. As they leave, the cheeky assistant can't start his van so asks Ken for a push.

Reg is loitering around CAD so Alec spots a quick way to get rid of him. "1, what are you doing here? 2, Seen as you are, nip down to Farrier St, two motorists are playing silly buggers." Reg tries to protest as he claims there should be a panda there but Alec simply tells him to let him know if there is when he arrives. He also won't buy those tickets.

Ken tells Bob that there isn't a suitable jacket at the shop just yet. "I don't believe it, one day someone is going to come up to me and say 'I've done everything you asked for, Sarge'. And then I'll drop down dead." "Don't give him any ideas!" Alec shouts. Ken compounds it by telling him that he and Viv think the jackets have fallen off the back of a lorry. Bob doesn't seem surprised, his concern is whether or not he'll be able to buy one for his son before Roach starts investigating. Ken worries whether or not Bob would be able to buy one without it looking dodgy and he hands Bob his £100 quid back. (That's £270 now - ouch!) Bob says that Ken will be able to think about it whilst touring the primary schools next week! "Oh Sarge, that's not fair! That's not fair!" Ken pouts. "No!" Bob calls, still walking off.

Viv takes the information upstairs and tells Ted the cheeky assistant 'reeks of Army'. Ted berates her and Ken for letting him go but she tells him he's returning with a flying jacket for Bob. He's appeased and asks her to run the number plate through the computer.

Gloria is still dealing with the traffic argument when Reg arrives. The ice cream man asks her to tow the other away "What am I supposed to tow him away with? My teeth?" Reg tells the gathered audience to push off and gives both drivers 10 minutes to disappear whilst he goes for a 'stroll around the block' or he'll take it further. Gloria warns him that it will escalate if he walks off so Reg invites her to walk with him and uses the opportunity to try to offload the tickets!

Ted is on the telephone to try and get an old dear to allow the gas board to read her meter. Mrs Wilson thinks he's a burglar and will steal her belongings. She's a frequent flyer by the sounds of it. Ted tells her she doesn't have anything worth stealing and the painting about the fireplace that she's worried about isn't even worth £15. "Are you going to let them in to read the damn thing or not? ...Damn is not a swearword, Mrs Wilson! You will never hear me swearing!"

The van was reported as stolen from Yorkshire three months previously. Ken asks Ted if there's a way they could accommodate Bob's request for a jacket for his son before arresting the assistant. Well, it wouldn't hurt his chances of not being on school duties! (Clearly, they want us to forget his so-called strong Christian faith. Handling stolen goods? It doesn't exactly fit 100% in Bob's wheelhouse either.) Ted scoffs and asks why they don't put in a bulk order to kit everyone out before nicking him. "Get out of here!"

Gloria and Reg return and find the situation really has escalated. There's a funeral held up, but at least the ice cream man and driver have made things up! Reg worries what Cryer will do to him and Gloria promises that she'll protect him!

Reg demands the car keys. The ice cream man points down the drain as they fell out during a scuffle. They both claim it's not their fault and that it's Reg's for not staying there. Reg requests a tow truck and/or someone from the council to come look in the drain for the keys. Bob is not happy.

The owner of the army surplus shop admits he's never asked where the stock came from. The assistant asks if 'they're the filth' "That's right. He's Fetid, I'm Putrid and you're a Squaddie right?" Ted ends his reading of the man's rights with 'anything you say will be taken down and laughed at'.🤣🤣

The two drivers tell Bob that Yorkie saw them and didn't do anything to stop them. Yorkie says if he'd seen anything suspicious he'd have stepped in. "Yes or no, did you see it?" "Yes or no what? I've forgotten the question." he says innocently. Bob tells him not to leave without having a proper word with him. Yorkie tells him two red caps have just pulled up outside. Bob asks him to take them up to CID.

Gloria stalks around the collator's officer and tells Reg that the answer is yes.

She clarifies she means attending the boxing with him, he quickly claims he's given the tickets away. "Some other time maybe?" he suggests before literally running away!

The two men from that morning spot Jim approaching carrying teas and hold the door open for him. He looks confused and thanks them before carrying on. "There's another one! He came up in a car, he could have stopped us!" "I don't know what they're coming to!"

Bob introduces himself to the very rude army Military Police. "Take you back does it?!" Alec teases him. Bob says it's terrifying but not to ask him why. "I know why, they're different to us. They tick differently!"

Reg quickly shoves the tickets at Alec and tells them they're his for free now. He asks why "Ask no questions. And what's more, I gave you them an hour ago." he whispers.

Bob rings Ted to warn him about the MP's being on the way. He tells him to keep an eye on them and to accompany them to the cells. He doesn't trust them as far as he can chuck them! "You'll see why for yourself..." They prove it within seconds of meeting Ted who accuses them of being from a different century not just a different planet. "He's not your business anymore." The man literally shouts at Ted.

Conway comes down to a now empty, except for the two drivers. custody. He introduces himself and asks why they're there. They say there are several things he should know about his men!

Derek takes Yorkie, Jim and Reg into his office alongside Gloria. Gloria immediately sticks up for Reg Jim rolls his eyes and is literally dragged out of the way by Derek so he can growl at Reg. 🤣 Jim accidentally drops Ted in it too...!

In the cell the squaddie is visibly unnerved when the military police arrive. Unfortunately, Ted gets called away by Jim who tells him he's been ordered upstairs - now!. Alone with the prisoner, the two squaddies exchange dangerous-looking glances. Outside, Bob is lingering around the MP vehicle and looking thoughtful.

A few moments later Bob hears that Ted has been called away upstairs and hangs up on Derek (who was asking him what he knew about the traffic situation). He runs through to the cells in time to see the MP leaving for food. He warns them to stay where they are whilst he goes and checks on the prisoner. The prisoner has his arms folded across his body and he's staring ahead but all seems initially OK.

Derek hurries downstairs too on hearing about the MP being in the station. He hurries down to custody with Ted suggesting they don't know if anything has happened and Bob could just be being cautious. Bob asks the prisoner if he's alright but he can't talk, only shake his head and nod. Bob asks him to stand up and he barely can, he's been beaten black and blue around the body - with the idea of pinning it on the police - and he's dripping blood from his mouth. Bob says the MP will be in the yard cursing a flat tyre and sends Ted out to nick them whilst he and Derek get an ambulance for the prisoner and perform first aid.

"You going somewhere?" Ted asks with Yorkie behind him. "Yeah. Dinner." "Come and have it on the house." he growls, moving in to arrest them.

[loveandthings11]

Here it is! A finale followup/fix-it fic, featuring the immediate aftermath and a time jump to a hopeful future ❤️

Founder

He thinks he’ll sit on the bench forever. He thinks it might be forever. Hope was in a different life. A marker has been laid. The Waystar CEO is dead and so are all his heir’s aspirations. His life is dead.

He needs a new one.

Colin keeps a distance. A kept man, his mouth kept shut. Kendall told him to talk to him, but he knows he never will. He can’t blame him.

He thinks he’ll be haunted forever. There’s nothing left. He left the haunted house but it’s haunting him. All he can see are his worst fears that became real memories. He’s blind and he feels watched in his own mind. He wishes it would stop. The water looks inviting. Cold. Freezing, almost. Like it could make it all stop.

Betrayals echo in his ears.

“They are a pair of randos.” 

Kendall doesn’t fight on the floor for a pair of randos. He tries to remember the last time he’d fought anyone. Age… no. He can’t remember. It was never. He feels like nothing. Nothing he does makes any difference. His whole life. 33 years of one goal, and it failed. It’s gone now. He’s out.

He’s out.

The only thing he has is the conviction that he was right. He could have done it. And they are his kids no matter what Roman thinks. 

Roman has no idea what he and Rava went through. The way they were there for each other. How when he couldn’t look at her she’d cupped his face and told him she only wanted him no matter what. He’d felt like he was denying their dream. He’d felt terrible, inadequate, and Logan’s constant interrogations weren’t helping. But he’d made sure it happened for them and she’d done everything to make sure he knew that in her mind, the kids were 100% theirs. Hers and his.

He glances at his phone and sees eight texts from Stewy.

“Fuck, Ken I’m sorry man” “It’s gonna be okay.” “Tom’s a puppet with two masters” “Kendall” “Come on” “Fuck. Are you okay dude? Seriously.” “Where are you?” “Can you just fucking like this if you’re alive?”

Kendall sighs. It takes too much energy to sigh. He holds down the last text to give it a thumbs up. One person stuck with him.

His phone vibrates again. Connor. Huh. Two people.

“Hey. I’m sorry to hear it, Kenny. But that place was bad for all of you. Full of toxic gas. Breathe easy. Ice cream when you’re ready.”

He’s a good father figure.

Kendall’s mind wanders back to Sophie and Iverson. 

“You don’t have any kids.”

Yes he fucking does. He has to see them. He didn’t think he could get off the bench, but somehow he feels himself being pulled up. It’s a force bigger than him.

It’s dark when he rings for Rava. He didn’t call first, he couldn’t bear any more rejection. She had a feeling he’d come as soon as she saw the headline and sighed a tragic sigh. She can feel the pain before she sees it. The elevator opens and she lays eyes on a former twenty-five-year-old full of hope and excitement and love. So much love. He’s forty and he’s full of pain.

He can’t even look at her. 

“I’m so sorry, Ken,” she whispers.

He barely nods and opens his mouth to speak and closes it again, taking in a quick breath.

“You didn’t come to the funeral.” It’s not what he meant to say. She looks down. “You- you should have come to the funeral.” He wasn’t even thinking about it. Where did that come from?

“Well- it was safer-“ she starts.

His voice is low and soft.

“That’s bullshit. I would have kept them safe.”

“Did you come here to talk about that?”

His face falls further and he shakes his head, dropping his gaze.

“I really am sorry,” she says, trying to look into his eyes. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now. This whole week… Jesus. Your dad, and- this…”

“Wouldn’t want you to imagine it.” He stares at the floor ten feet in front of him. “I’m sorry. Can- can I see the kids? Please.” Usually she’d say no this late, but she knows he needs them.

“Of course. If you don’t mind them being asleep.”

He walks quietly to the door of Sophie’s room and pushes it open just a tiny bit. Seeing her sleeping peacefully, safely, in her own soft bed plants a seed in his heart. He hopes it can grow there. He walks over and leans down to kiss her forehead. He tiptoes next door to Iverson’s room just to get a glimpse of his son. His son. He’s breathing quietly and Kendall goes close and listens for a minute while he re-learns how to breathe himself. He brushes the hair off Iverson's face, careful not to wake him. Maybe there will be a ray of light if the seed grows a leaf.

He gently pushes both their doors closed and turns to go back to the great room. Rava steps toward him as he walks back in and wraps her arms around him. He drives her insane but he’s still her Kendall. He’s still the same man she’s always loved. At first, he’s still stiff, trying to remember how to do and be. This can’t be a true situation. He’s not here in life. He stays put with his chin over her shoulder for a minute. She worries about how cold he is. He pulls back only a bit, staying close enough that her arms are still draped around him. He sniffles and she looks at him. She can feel the sadness falling off him in waves. She reaches for a blanket on the armchair and wraps it around his shoulders.

“Roman said the kids aren’t real.” He struggles to get the words out.

She closes her eyes.

“Okay… can I finally say something I’ve not been allowed to say?”

He nods.

“I think you are better off without them. Roman and Shiv. They just… they kill you. Look what just happened. You don’t ever have to go through that again. They want to go? Let them.”

She doesn’t relish the pain on his face and squeezes his hand.

“Well… they’re gone.” He’s almost disturbingly still as he gazes at nothing. “I’m gone.”

He finally looks up at her. Allows her to see the shining tears, the bags under his despair-filled eyes, the empty void he’s falling into. She reaches her hand out and touches his cheek. The same one nestled into her for so many years, creased with laughter, kissed every morning.

“No,” she says softly. “You’re on your way back.”

She gently pulls him toward her again and lets him fall apart as she leads him to the couch. Numbness gives way to heart-wrenching sobs and she silently cries for him too. She knows. She hugs him in that spot for as long as he needs. It’s a long time. She squeezes him tightly because they’re not reading into things tonight. She’s keeping him safe. 

He’s the father of her children. 

“I could have done it.” It’s choked out. He just needed her to know.

“I know,” she nods. She means it. “But now, you can do anything.”

Eventually, his tears run out. Tears always do. They give way to his slow breathing and sipping water. She keeps her arm around him and walks him into her coziest guest room. There are still boundaries, she reminds herself. She gets a pair of sweats out of the dresser drawer and he puts them on. He feels like he can barely move as he climbs into bed. She tucks him in before leaning down to kiss his head. He needs to remember what kindness without any motive feels like. He closes his eyes while she runs her fingers through his hair for a moment from the side of the bed where she’s standing.

“Can you…?” he trails off. She had a feeling. He keeps his eyes closed so he can’t see her reaction. “Please?”

“I’ll have to get the kids up early.” 

“Okay.”

She’s never seen him so defeated, so empty, and she can’t walk away. She brushes her hand over his hair again and climbs in next to him.

“We’ll all have breakfast. Okay? You, me, and the kids,” she says reassuringly.

He nods, the most movement he can muster. His eyelids flutter open to look into her eyes for a second.

“They are real,” he whispers. She sees him in there, buried deep inside.

“I know.” She holds his hand. “And you are their real dad.”

Three Years Later

Kendall glances at his new sneakers and nods approvingly as he strides down the hallway amid the pulsing background beat. They’re the focus of his ensemble. Obviously. Kendall mostly wears his own designs these days. Jess pops out of her office, the sleek Royco Records sign on the wall reflecting her heels as she clicks down the hall. She’s traded her pencil skirts for five-hundred-dollar jeans to match her new company culture and salary, but the stilettos have stuck.

“Ken. You have a visitor in the conference room.”

“Yeah? Catching me before I even get to the door. Are you sure you don’t want to go back to being my assistant?” He smiles.

“Actually, I think I’m better as your executive VP,” she answers with a small smirk. “Also, this company would fall apart without me.”

“Uh huh. Whatever you need to tell yourself,” he says. “Who’s waiting for me?”

He peeks through the door and nods. Stewy swivels around in his sleekly padded armchair, suave as ever and full of news. Kendall swings the glass door open and walks over to clasp his hand and pull him up for a hug.

“Come to beg me for a job?” Kendall smirks.

“Thought you might need some more of my money,” Stewy returns.

“Oh, I don’t need your money. Things must be getting even worse than I thought over there, though.” Kendall grins with some darkness in his eyes.

“Tanking,” Stewy confirms. “This month is disgusting. Or delicious. Tom’s fucking it since Matsson got bored.”

“Still keeping ATN the focus with tech eating the world,” Kendall says disapprovingly, shaking his head and resenting his own knowledge. He can’t help reading the headlines. Or the articles. He’s rebuilt the house, but the foundation is still there. His therapist tells him to quit reading about it, it’s not good for him. But he’s quit so much since the fateful board meeting. There’s no scotch in his office anymore, he tells her, exasperated. It’s a big improvement after the first six months. Things were not good for a while, but he feels a tiny bit better every day now. Sometimes he allows himself just a little bit of self-sabotage in what he reads. A little less every month. He goes back and forth between hoping Waystar succeeds and hoping Tom fails.

“That’s right. I wonder how you know about ATN’s business plan,” Stewy says sarcastically. He knows about the not-so-secret readings. Kendall nods and looks away for a second. “Sorry. I’m- sorry. I actually do have a reason.” He opens his arms. “I resigned from the board.”

Kendall looks more cheerful at that.

“Oh- yeah?”

“I mean, do I look like a charity? I’m not seeing growth on that.”

Kendall knows it should still be profitable for at least a while and smiles to himself.

“Finally out of there, huh? Well… welcome back from the dark side.”

“Yeah…” He glances at Kendall to gauge him before continuing. “I just couldn’t handle any more of the Puppet and his sickeningly tall Sycophant running things.” Stewy’s careful. There were no Waystar mentions allowed here for the first couple of years it was open.

Kendall scoffs and shakes his head.

“Right, well… yeah, no surprises there. And how’s- uh…”

“Your sister? Whispering strategy in Tom’s ear in the car I guess, she doesn’t come to board meetings anymore.”

Kendall nods.

“Well, Roman said he wants all the sibs to get together at the mausoleum for the three-year anniversary of- of Dad,” Kendall says, waiting for the reaction.

Stewy raises his eyebrows and his eyes widen.

“Wooooow,” he draws it out and looks a little concerned. “You gonna go?”

“Uh, yeah. I think I will. Connor’s going, so… I guess it’s- it’s the right thing to do. For Dad.”

Stewy nods.

“Well, if you need an escape-“

“Yeah. Thanks,” Kendall says genuinely. “Hey, if you want, we have that new rapper from the Bronx in two weeks at MSG. It’s gonna be fuckin’ insane. I discovered this guy and he’s, like, next-level shit. Mind-bending, like- you- you just gotta see him. Backstage? You and me?’

“Hell yeah! There gonna be a better spread than the old company’s bullshit?”

“Yes, Stewy. I will make sure the food is refrigerated.”

“Glad to hear it.” He smirks and Kendall shakes his head.

“Okay. Good!” Kendall checks his watch. “I gotta go. I’m swinging by to pick up the kids. And- Rava,” he grins without meaning to. “We’re actually taking them to Rava’s parents house for the weekend.”

Stewy gives a smile of disbelief and raises his eyebrows.

“We?”

“Uh, I mean, trial basis. For her,” Kendall laughs. “I don’t know. Kind of a fuckin’ miracle, we’ll see.” He turns and starts walking out of the conference room. Stewy looks endlessly amused and follows him out.

“Did you go to one of those love potion ladies in the park? A psychic? Did you find a genie, Ken? Like, I can’t even conceive of a world in which-“

“Okay. Fuck off,” Kendall smiles. 

“Dude. Seriously. It’s good to see you like this.” The smile was elusive for a very long time. 

“Yeah.” Kendall nods. “If you fucking say I told you so…”

“Nah. You already know. It’s good to be out of the shitshow. Freedom is always gonna trump the guilt-laden lead shackles of that place.” Kendall looks at the floor and Stewy senses the emotional wave. They happen occasionally- much less over time, but he tries not to cause them. “Sorry.” He pulls Kendall in for a real hug and lets it pass for a moment. Kendall takes a deep breath as Stewy looks around.

“I always say this, but this place is fucking cool.” He rubs his back. “Hey. You built this shit,” Stewy says approvingly as Kendall pulls back with a happier expression on his face. He nods.

Kendall glances up the hallway as they start walking through it, noticing its unique lighting fixtures hanging from the ceiling, bricks on one side and glass offices overlooking the city on the other. The walls are adorned with his favorite records, his top clients’ music, the design team’s most popular sneakers in lighted display cases. Kendall picked every detail with the best designers Jess could find. The pride comes back as he takes it in. This place is his.

“It’s- yeah, it’s pretty amazing.”

Stewy looks down at Kendall’s colorful sneakers.

“Yeah. But your new design is- what is this? This is ridiculous,” Stewy says, gesturing at the shoes. Kendall chuckles.

“Must be hard not to have taste,” he says dryly. “Maybe the concert will make you feel better. See you in two weeks?”

“That’s right,” Stewy agrees and pats Kendall’s shoulder. “Go get your kids.” He makes his way out the door. Kendall turns toward the corner office and pauses before going in to get his favorite suede bomber jacket. He nods with a feeling of peace as he looks at the gilded lettering on the glass underneath Royco Records.

Kendall Roy

CEO

Founder

A/N: Thank you to @capricornmuffins for the brilliant idea of Kendall designing sneakers and having lots of hope and potential in the future 💖

Not sure if you take requests but a follow up fic from Ken after today going home to his family………it would mean the world…please…

🥺💕 A ray of hope in this devastating moment~ I do take requests, especially this one. I’ll work on this for you! Brokenhearted Ken girls all need a fix ❤️‍🩹

[tanqram]

With store managers this handsome, how could you not resist getting ice cream every day? ><

cr.  U-Holic丨李若天 190816 Baekmidang ‘Manager For A Day’

[hmspogue]

Outer Banks season 2 Official Trailer shot-by-shot rundown

A comprehensive post where I scream about analyze the entire trailer frame by frame for clues, theories, and plot. Just my own opinions and general tin foil-hatting

These are screenshots from Netflix’s trailer for Outer Banks season 2. I do not claim or own any of these.

note: this post is tagged as a long post if you wish to avoid having to scroll until your thumbs break.

“My old man used to tell me, ‘it’s best to never say you’ve hit rock bottom’.”

(Putting all of these shots together since they’re scenes we already know but-) Holy shit, okay let’s just....start off like this I guess, damn.

“'Trust me’, he said...”

Kiara looking back and forth between the boys like this really just feeds the headcanon I have that her form of grief this season is going to be her trying to hold it together for their sakes (and eventually just snapping).

JJ just looks fucking furious someone give these kids a hug? I already know this scene is going to ruin me.

“You can always go...”

JJ back working at the hotel. He looks literally so angry again in this scene I could see him self destructing at work and losing his job? (Please do not be isolating yourself you beautiful son of a bitch even though I know you’re going to).

Pope in the Twinkie (costuming wise they all are in warmer looking clothes for some of the shots, so just confirming it’s a little bit into the school year when this all takes place).

“Lower”

Big John was real big into pep talks, I see. (seriously can you imagine Big John having this conversation with like 8 year old John B after he fucking dropped his ice cream cone or some shit I shouldn’t be laughing).

I’m just-

These poor kids, I wanna know how the police all the way down in the Bahama’s knew about them?

Their calves....

“RUN!”

Are going to be so fucking jacked by the end of this season I stg.

Fuck you.

“The gold from the Royal Merchant....it’s here.”

For a while, I had thought that maybe they didn’t even make it to the Bahama’s at the front of the season and ended there (because everyone had been filming in there). But I guess they’re going to be making two trips.

If I were a bird from this POV I’d shit right on that house no questions asked.

oooooh ho hokay. Just so we’re clear. Ward Cameron not only get away with murder and about two dozen other felonies, but-

“Half a billion.”

HE STILL FINDS THE GOLD IN THE CRAIN HOUSE AND GETS TO KEEP IT?

Not the polo with the snap back, I just know this man has a playlist called Sad Boi Hours that is just Juice WRLD’s top 5 songs on Spotify and he tells his friends they wouldn’t know the underground artists he listens to.

Sh, you have lost screaming privileges. Go inside and take a nap maybe.

“John B, we are fugitives in a foreign country.”

So, previously, I was talking about how I was confused how they would still be trying to find him is everyone thought he was dead, but here the wanted poster clearly says “presumed lost at sea”. I think that will be interesting to see how the Pogues all interpret that. 

Especially because they already had a memorial for John B and everything, I wonder if there will be any part of the Pogues holding out hope that they both could still be out there OUCH.

I’m going to circle back to this, but it looks like John B and Sarah are going to get separated for a little while in this man hunt, I could see my idiot himbo son trying to sacrifice himself so Sarah can get away but in reality just....stranding her.

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid?”

Oh, sweetie....

“Well, Sarah Cameron, I do stupid things all the time without realizing it.”

The volume of his self awareness is astronomical. sir, that is your whole character summed up in your own words.

GOD, IT’S ME AGAIN. PLEASE LET THEM LEAN INTO COMPLETE HIMBO JOHN B THIS SEASON I’LL DO ANYTHING-

nyyooooOOOOOOOOOOOOM-

“Hold on!”

The complete abject terror I would feel having John Booker Routledge driving get-away and then saying the words “Hold on” while reaching fro the gear shift? The english language fails me. 

Sarah, bestie, I’m so sorry.

I just wanna know-

what the plan or objective was in this situation. What was the reason for being this dramatic.

Rest in piss, bozo <3

“Ward’s still out there...”

Okay, same conversation they were having as before. I wonder what makes them decide they need to get back to the OBX for this tho.

“I can clear my name. This can all be over in one shot.”

It looks like Topper watching this but way more concerningly, correct me if I’m wrong but this 100% looks like....John B gets caught. And the DEATH PENALTY?! He did have a mug shot for the fliers in s1 and the one above but he was never brought in? Plus he just looks super dirty and dishevled in this one so I-

Jail break anyone?

I also still want to know if they’re going to go with a Topper redemption arc this season. like, does he know more than he should just from being around Rafe and his big fat mouth? Is he going to help out the Pogues even if it’s just for Sarah?

This shot just suddenly made me really sad. The thought of this all started because Big John left one last thing for his son to find, his literal life’s work. And when it all started, it was just a fun adventure John B and his best friends were going on together and having fun with. Then it all got dragged to absolute shit and turned into what it did, including the remaining 3 Pogues thinking that this treasure hunt took their two best friends away from them. And it’s nothing like Big John intended it to be.

Why my eyes wet?

Now we’re edging into what I was talking about earlier with John B and Sarah getting separated.

“If you think there is anything I wouldn’t do...”

Once again, John B is no where to be found. Also, just in case y’all didn’t already know or forgot Ward is an actual psychopath.

I believe this one of the new character, played by Jontavious Johnson (Stubbs). Based on the voice over it lowkey sounds like they’re implying Ward maybe hired Stubbs and Cleo to find and bring Sarah back. My theory would be I bet they do go to retrieve her, but she somehow convinces them that it would be more beneficial for them in the end to be on the Pogue’s side instead.

Miss Girl you gotta be keeping your head on a SWIVEL. Especially when you’re a FUGITIVE of the LAW-

“...you haven’t been paying attention.”

My guy, who are you clarifying this for?

It’s what you deserve for monologuing.

in all seriousness, the idea of them coming to face to face with Ward in Nassau after thinking they finally escaped him is genuinely terrifying.

“SARAH!”

It kind of looks like they’re either hiding their faces or covering their noses? I don’t know maybe it was from some tactic to get away from Ward.

What did I literally jsut say about yelling privileges, you unhinged mother fucker?

“I’m calling the shots now. I’m driving.”

The following progression of scenes made me actually snort-

“I can’t drive stick.”

PLEASE THE FINGER GUNS LAUNCHED ME INTO ORBIT I LOVE THEM, YOUR HONOR.

Alright, so now it looks like we’re in Charleston. This is the same scene with Heyward’s truck that got leaked from BTS (read: JJ and Kie shoulder touch).

One of the main things that stuck out to me in the following scenes which, you will see, is it lowkey looks like Pope is kind of heading up this part of the operation, or even going in alone? The following clips are just very Pope focused. 

I don’t know what it means, it’s just an observation.

“John B was not the only one that Ward double-crossed.”

LIMBRY-

Bro, we have been hearing about this woman for literal months and I just have....so many questions? 

Who the hell is she? How is she connected to Ward? Why is she in South Carolina instead of the OBX? How do the Pogues even learn about her and how to track her down? How is she meant to “help” them? GAH I JUST WANNA KNOOOW. I already know I don’t trust her though and no I will not be offering up supporting evidence.

Sir, that is my son please unhand him.

“I think you know what I want.”

.......no? But feel....free to explain yourself?

The print on the paper is the same one that’s on the ceiling tiles in the following scene. Obviously, with a key on it that most likely goes to the place a few shots from now.

Hell yeah, son, let’s get SLEUTHING.

“The treasure belongs to the Pogues.”

DAMN STRAIGHT.

Bestie’s I’m not going to lie, I stared at this frame for a solid 10 minuets and I have no idea what it says on there I’m sorry. Someone in the comments is welcome to enlighten us.

“We gotta find it first.”

I can’t tell if that’s just dirt or if he hurt his head? But he look GOOD right now for one thing. For another, same outfit as the one in the Twinkie from the beginning of the trailer.

Look at her. LooK AT HER! LOOK! AT! HER! I MISSED HER SO MUCH even in that damn smiley face top that continues to haunt my waking hours she is in it so much and it stresses me out for literally no good reason I’m sorry-

I could literally cry right now and I think that speaks volumes to how little we actually see him genuinely happy. Have I mentioned how much I love that red hat?

Also, probably not that important, but this is not from the same scene as the shots of Pope and Kiara were. This is from the next one-

“Woogity-woogity?”

“Give me some woogity, baby!”

Yeah, this pushed me over the fucking edge, the way that they’re actually happy and laughing? The fact that they kept woogity-woogity and made it A Thing? Yes.

I am, however, going to be intentionally ignoring what appears to be the very intentional stagingof having such an obvious space between where Kiara and Pope are sitting adn where JJ sits, even including the level they’re sitting on because I don’t have the emotional capacity to face those implications right now. Thank you for your time.

Yes yeeeeEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

GIVE ME ALL OF THE SCENES OF THEM ACTUALLY GETTING TO BE TEENAGERS AND JUST BREATHE AND LAUGH AND HAVE A GOOD TIME AND NOT BE RUNNING FOR THEIR FUCKING LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!

before Rafe comes in and literally starts shooting because they can’t breathe for more than 7 seconds but we’ll....get to that.

They refer to Sarah as a Pogue this season or I burn Netflix to the ground. Your move, Jonas.

50 bucks says John B is driving the Twinkie again for the first time since being back.

I deadass think the Pogues JUST got Sarah and John B back and they’re just having the time of their life. Kie was in her smiley face outfit when Pope was in this one a few clips ago, and I still hold to the belief that that one still they released of JJ and Kie hopping over a fence is the Pogue reunion so-

Ward? I have no idea what he’s looking at behind the wall paper and I’ll be so honest I don’t care my eyes are only seeing Pogue content right now.

“This is a map of the whole island.”

This fit, when will John B learn how to operate buttons, stay tuned for season 5. Also my previous theory of this being their reunion outfits and stuff because Pope is in the back in the same jacket as before.

The plot thickens and so has JJ’s hair, Rudy drop the shampoo brand.

Please, dear God, tell me they’re back in the sex church. For @jiaaraa sake.

Kiara, your Madison is showing.

Okay, I really did try but all I can make out is Something to the tomb begin something something.

You’re welcome.

I am no expert but I do not believe boats operate on land.

John B looks like he is in the same outfit here that is in his mug shot we saw on the TV screen so I have a sneaking suspicion this is where he gets caught. 

“John B is back-”

Once again with the damn sexual tension that’s always between Barry and Rafe in every scene they do are we about to kiss right now?

“-it’s him or me.”

First of all, no.

Second of all, I’m just....so very confused about this time line this season. It kind of looks like Ward and Rafe follow and find Sarah and John B in Nassau (unless those scenes by the truck were actually back in the OBX). So did they....go to Nassau, then just come right back when they did? I’m just confused.

Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.

Literally when will you stop at this point I am begging you. 

This looks like the same scene the Pogues were, ya know, literally just having a good time at so fuck me, I guess.

Yeah, no, it’s going to be a no from me, I’m just going to pretend like I’m not seeing this and moving on.

I have simply no idea what is going on here or who that is on the bike but maybe JJ? Maybe Luke even? I think that’s JJ’s bike. 

The sewer scene. The SEWER SCENE-

For months sicne that tiktok leaked this damn scene has been genuinely all I could think about. So (obviously) it seems like they’re sending Kie down into the sewer to go do seomthing and things go horribly, horribly wrong. 

If you haven’t seen the tiktok, essentially all it was was JJ and Pope screaming and trying to lift up the man hole cover while Kie is begging for them to hurry from inside. I’m cheating a little bit as this isn’t a shot from the trailer but this picture was posted and it’s from the same scene.

I’ll just....leave this here. Back to the trailer shots.

Nice. Also, same shirt as mugshot.

Hey, um, what? 

Kiara’s car, she’s driving, I can’t tell who’s in the back seat or the front.

Holy God what is going on and how can I as an audience member put a stop to it?

So, same scene as we will see and was in the teaser but, for some reason, they’re all jumping off of a giant ass boat into the little life raft where it looks like JJ gets hurt later but don’t you worry we’re getting to that.

JJ AND KIARA WITH THE POGUE HANDSHAKE JJ AND KIARA WITH THE POGUE HANDSHAKE THEY BOTH LOOK SO DAMN GOOD AND THEIR LITTLE SMILES SPARE ME-

Cleo 🥵

I’m so excited to see her arc and what it brings this season you guys have no idea.

Please for the love of God be about to get Ward Cameron’s ass like he deserves literally punt him into jail right from Tanny Hill.

Sarah at My Druther’s with what looks like a bloody bandage on her side? Same outfit she’s wearing when they’re running from the police on the beach and she has the bandage there too so. Interesting. 

Topper hugging who I’m pretty sure is Sarah, being a general douche because he’s clearly looking at John B like 😏 

Clips like these serve to remind me just how many of my worldly posessions I would gladly give up to be able to punch Topper Thorton in the throat one time. 

I think this is Cleo jumping off the boat with Pope after John B and Sarah. 

Absolutely busting a lung at Pope’s form in this one.

John B and Sarah waiting in the life raft, still Cleo and Pope coming after them. The obvious next question is where are JJ and Kiara. The scene I’m sure you all have been waiting for is coming up and clearly takes place in the life raft as well.

So, I really think JJ and Kie get left for last, something horrible happens as they’re trying to jump (my head instantly goes to JJ maybe like pushing Kie out of the way and getting hit on the head instead or even just some accident). 

And, oh my GOD a scene of him falling off the boat after it happens and Kiara diving in after him immediately, having to desperatly try to stop him from sinkingand get to the life raft holy shit-

Girl CATCH HIM?????

Because why wouldn’t this be Rafe’s fault. Part of me wonders if this isn’t related to JJ being hurt.

I am going to try and unpack this as calmly as possible because behind my computer screen I am vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass but respectfully.

WHAT IN THE FUCK IS TIAUEWFHLAILA

Okay, so scene wise, JJ’s hit his head somehow (probably while he was jumping with Kiara) it looks like and now they’re back on the raft. 

In my opinion, this is either:

A) JJ is in really, really bad condition after getting hurt in the jump and they’re not sure he’s going to make it. So this is a “Please stay with me, stay awake, please don’t die” hug OR

B) They very narrowly just avoided a deadly situation (my first thought is JJ hits his head while jumping, passes out in the water, maybe almost drowns but Kie and the others get him onto the life raft in time) and this is more of a “Oh my God, you’re okay, you’re safe now, we’re okay” hug. 

I honestly lean more to the second one based on the little bit of Sarah’s face we saw in the background. To me, it almost looked like she was smiling thru tears, which, fits way more with the second option than the first. 

Anyways. Moving on before I burst a lung again.

(also, before anyone comes at me, no, I’m not happy JJ is hurt, obviously.  

(Once again, arrest outfits). You can still see the bandage but it looks like Sarah’s limping now too so...good Lord give the girl a break maybe?

Everything in this trailer just went to shit so fast I think I have whip lash, can we go back to the Pogues hanging out and being happy now pkease I liked those scenes.

“I get it. You guys are scared.”

“No.”

She’s cute but, uh, hello sewer scene outfits. Seems like them planning to do whatever the hell they were going to do in the sewers but the boys are starting to get cold feet as maybe they should but hind sight is 20/20 I suppose.

“It’s kind of cute.”

“I’m not scared.”

“You should’ve just led with that.”

I will never be able to express how much I adore Pogue banter and general dumbassery and I have a feeling this season will not be lacking in either department

I high key don’t think these two are actually going to be there for this scene to go down but I’ll let it slide this time because-

They do be kinda cute.

It both feels like I’ve been waiting for this damn show for 3 years and also like I just watched season 1 last month explain that to me. 

Either way holy shit. I missed this dumb show and these dumb kids so much it physcially hurts and WE GET THEM BACK IN T-MINUS 16 DAYS.

Also. Where The Hell Is Wheezie Cameron And When Will She Have The Rights She Deserves.

[mypimpademia]

Shinso x reader, Mina x reader, Kaminari x reader, Kirishima x reader

TW: Swearing

Note: another part of my high school AU! I've been wanting to write for some characters that I dont write too often, and I thought this would be the best way, enjoy!

Thank you to @katsuflossy for helping me w shinso and Kaminaris soccer parts😭

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SHINSO.

He's one of the people that genuinely perfers being alone most of the time

And hes very intimidating to most people, but most realize that he's pretty chill and cool if you just talk to him

Hitoshi would be on the soccer team too

Number 12 baby (Ronaldinho's number)

Hed play midfield, and have insane control over the ball

Hes calm on the field just like he is off it

But he gets a little competitive sometimes, might have to sit down and take a breather for a second

He sometimes ends up talking shit about his opponents, and he is NOT quiet about it

Will look the exact player he's talking about dead in the eye and say that shit

"I'll knock your knees out if you push me again."

And he plays a little dirty, might kick the ball around in away that'll make people fall on their ass just to get a laugh out of it

He steps on and kicks shins too

Hes really the soccer teams MVP, they went one game without him an lost and realized just how much of a key he was to them

Hitoshi sees you as his good luck charm during games, if you're not there he feels like he can't play his absolute best

Good luck kisses before he goes on the field are mandatory, if you dont give him one or forget, youre gonna get a very sweaty hug after the game

Hitoshi has only ever come to school in sweatpants and hoodies, and only wears jeans or something other than his usual once a week just so he can switch it up

He probably comes in with major bags under his eyes and smelling like coffee

And just a little bit late

He normally goes out to eat during lunch, and always takes you with him and let's you choose

You're honestly the most underrated couple in school

The loner boy and his gorgeous s/o, it's basically a real life wattpad story

When people try flirting with you, he tries getting his soccer cleats out on them and you have to stop him before someone gets hurt

Hitoshi is just underrated overall and no one but you and his friens realize, give him more recognition </3

MINA.

The really nice popular girl of course

But one of the popular people whose popularity actually means something for once

Gets along with basically the whole school

And she makes sure everyone knows she belongs to you and you belong to her

"Mhm, I've got a pretty s/o, and I love them soo much."

Probably posts you on all her socials (that the whole school follows) everyday

Mina has been in pretty much every club and team, which is exactly how she got popular

She joins as many as she can every year, but her favorites are dance and volleyball, maybe soccer too

For dance she likes to show you her routines, and maybe even teach you how to do them if you're down for it

"How was that?!"

"You wanna learn it too, babe? I could teach you!"

She's the captain of every team she's been on

It honestly just comes from her being so charismatic and the way she can get along with people and bring everyone together

Mina is 100% best dressed

Best everything honestly

Best dressed, Best hair, all that

She's cool with all the staff members, so sometimes the turn a blind eye if she decides to head out at random even when she's not supposed to

The two of you are Thee School Couple

Everyone wishes they were you guys or at least had a relationship like the one you had

Everyone would be in tears if yall so much as fought

So 10/10 for both of you

KAMINARI.

Certified pretty play boy

Hes a flirt, and friendly, and super popular

But the playboy act dropped once the two of you got together, because that's when everyone saw how much of a simp he was for you

Denki would just constantly fawn and gush over you, it would be annoying if it were anyone else, but it was just so cute to see him be so crazy for someone after he was basically known for never being tied down

Hes on the soccer team with Shinso!

Number 5 <3

Who did you think was calming Shinso down when he got mad??? Definitely not their other teammates

Hes the teams striker, and him an Shinso are so coordinated on the field together it leaves their own teammates in shock everytime

Hes a good sport (unlike Shinso), and is very friendly with his opponents

Wishes them luck before the game, helps them up if they fall, even says 'My bad!' If he accidentally trips someone, and tells the good job if they lose

Like Shinso, good luck kisses are a must

They're more like good luck make outs with him, and he usually ends up getting so wrapped up in them that he only makes it to the field by the skin of his teeth (he gets yelled at by the coach a lot)

He gets so god damn DIRTY on the field

And it doesn't even make sense because he really doesn't slide around or fall too much

He just manages to come out covered in dirt, and the sweat doesn't make it better

Oh, and even if you give him a good luck kiss, he still hugs you after the game

He doesn't do it to be mean, he just gets excited when he's on the field and has a bunch of energy left when games are over

Denki takes you to get ice cream after games. Shinso third wheels sometimes, but it's cool and not awkward at all because you're all besties

Denki is the most popular guy in school, and he'd be most popular overall if it weren't for Mina

You guys get rated cutest couple by all the students because no one had seen Denki simp till you came along and it was just too cute

Everyone wishes they could be yall </3

And half the school has beef with you because you're dating Denki and they're jealous

But you guys are still an adorable and amazing couple so who cares

KIRISHIMA.

The super sweet and popular jock!

Hes the older sibling to all the people younger than him and in lower grades

Hes on the football team of course

The quarterback too

Number 44

Hes that player that the coach is really trying to get a scholarship for

The one the coach pulls off to the side and says "son, let me talk to you..." and then tells him how far he'll go

Colleges are already scouting him

Most of the school is crushing on him honestly

But they all know that he's all for you and only you

Eiji gives you kisses before games, after games and sometimes when there's a long enough break he'll run and kiss you really quick

Hes a vv good sport, always wishes players good luck and says nice job after games, and separates any of his teammates that try to fight w their opponents then say sorry

It's usually Bakugo hes separating because hes on the football team with Eiji when he's not in Boxing

Everyone that's younger than you sees you and kiri as big siblings, and those older see you as cousins

Yall are just that couple that everyone loves

The whole school basically gushes when you walk in wearing his letterman jacket or one of his football jerseys

You're the couple the doesn't disgust everyone when you kiss in the halls <3

[crazywritertomboy1224]

Hi there could I possibly request some fluffy romantic headcanons of MHA Hawks with a s/o, please? Thank you for your time stay awesome!

Of course! I had a lot of fun with these, so feel free to send in more asks. You stay awesome too! <3

Hawks fluffy romantic headcanons with an s/o

- Hawks would be the type to come home from a long day at work and pull you into a hug, pressing his nose into your hair and smelling the sweet scent that keeps him going.

- If you don’t hug him back, he’ll get annoyed and start kissing your face until you hug him back. He doesn’t care if you’re in the middle of washing the dishes and your hands are wet and soapy. He wants his hugs.

- When taking a shower, he’d be the kind to sit on the floor with you and let you wash and condition his hair (yes I feel like he uses conditioner)

- He would 100% ask you if he could wash your body for you, and he would absolutely RELISH running his hands over your body.

- If you said no to him at all, he’d just kind of look away, not wanting you to know how much he was hurt.

- He’s definitely the kind of guy who will hide his emotions in the please-notice-something-is-wrong kind of way.

- He constantly tells you how much he loves you. It doesn’t matter if you’re dead asleep and can’t hear him, he’ll lean over your sleeping form and kiss you on the forehead, whispering “I love you, baby bird” before heading out.

- If you’re out of anything, milk, creamer, eggs, pads/tampons, condoms, anything, he’s out the door the moment you mention that you’re out.

- He’ll come back from the store, arms loaded with everything you could possibly need and refuse to let you help put it away.

- For the ladies, when you’re on your period, he’ll literally sprint to the door (or window lol) and take off, coming back minutes later with food, chocolates, pads, tampons, heating pads, pain meds, absolutely anything he feels you might need.

- He doesn’t like to talk about his past, especially his childhood. If you notice he’s particularly sad one day, and you just hug him, press your face into his chest and say “If you need me, I’m here”, his mood will skyrocket.

- I can see him coming home to you on the phone with your friend, just doing something random like painting your nails or brushing your hair and he’ll just stand by the doorway, just watching you with a small smile.

- He’d walk over to you and take the brush and continue brushing your hair or painting your nails for you, while you talk to your friend. He’ll just sit there, listening to your sweet voice, a light smile playing on his lips.

- If you were doing your makeup and you’re having a hard time getting something (especially the eyeliner!) right, he’ll walk up to you and take over, silently taking the brush or the liner or the pencil or whatever and just- swish-swoosh “Done.”

- If you asked him “Do I look beautiful or what?”, even if you were in the ugliest pajamas with holes and stains, hair messed up, looking drunk, he’d still hug you and say “You look perfect, kid.”

- MOVIE NIGHTS OMG I cannot express how perfect these would be. You two would be cuddling on the couch, watching a movie (always the one you want to watch), and you simply THINK about food; popcorn, chocolate, gummies, whatever, he would gently reposition you and get up, returning a few moments later with the food you wanted.

- He’d sit back down, pull you on top of him and place the food on your chest/stomach. He’d kiss you on the forehead and whisper “I love you” as he turned back to the movie.

- He’s one to be passively jealous, like if you two are out getting coffee or something, he goes to get the orders and comes back to see someone hitting on you, he wouldn’t get violent or anything, he’d just walk up and take the seat across from you. “Here, babe.” he’d say, handing you your order.

- I feel like he’d have you order his drink for him, since he feels it’s not masculine enough for him. So like a caramel/mocha frappuccino with whipped cream or something? Idk.

ASK BONUS: Hawks as a father headcanons:

- Hawks would be the one to say he wouldn’t be a good father and he’d be pretty insecure about it, but when the kid’s born/adopted, it's like he was made for this.

- He takes classes on how to be a better father, how to change diapers, (how to deal with your mood swings after birth), how to bottle feed, just the important stuff like that.

- He trusts you to handle most of it, but when the baby is a toddler, he mostly takes over. He’ll take the kid out for ice cream, low-to-the-ground flights (he doesn’t trust himself not to drop them).

- If the baby starts crying in the middle of the night and you go to see what’s wrong, he’ll get out of bed and push you back down, tucking the blankets around you before kissing you softly and going to see what’s up.

I hope these worked! Asks are still open so feel free to send some in. <33 Love you all, have a good night/day!

My friend drew this to go with these… show them some love! They doesn’t have a tumblr, but they go by Taylor.

[absurdthirst]

Do you think any of the boys would be cool with going to the store to buy you tampons/pads?

Buying You Tampons/Pads:

Javier: He’s a little uncomfortable...but not for the reasons that you would imagine. He’s just not really used to buying them. As long as you give him a note with exactly what you need, he's cool with it. He will just stare at the clerk if he gets a weird look. His theory is, if he can stick his cock in you, then he can go buy the damn things you need. 

Ezra: You don’t have a period. You have the implant due to your work on the different moons and planets. A lot of the times you are bathing with wet wipes and there isn’t packing room for those kinds of supplies. There is a menstrual cup in your gear, but unbeknownst to you, Ezra has made room in his gear for an extra box of your preferred tampons. Just in case. He feels that it’s his job to take care of his girl. 

Mando: You really think this walking mountain of Beskar is really going to give a fuck? NOPE. He has procured supplies for the covert many times and that has included feminine products for the women. Besides, even if he was embarrassed, no one is going to know. They just see a Mandalorian who isn’t to be fucked with, no matter if he’s carrying a box of tampons or not.

Catfish: You would think that this man would shy away from that, but you would be dead wrong. He’s the type that if he gets the text, he picking up your preferred brand and a pint of your favorite ice cream and has every intention of stopping by and picking up a pizza for dinner. If someone makes a comment while he’s standing in line, he’s just going to mumble about the fact that the person obviously doesn’t have a wife or girlfriend. He’s also grabbing a few candy bars off the rack at the register to add to the purchase. 

Tovar: Those kind of things don’t exist in his time....sooooooooo, yeah. There are cloths, or rags that women wear. He wouldn’t have to get them, because they are washed and reused. But say that they need to be replaced, he will absolutely go get the material you need to make more cloths. His scowl and general mean ass attitude will scare the merchant in to giving him a better price for the cloth. 

Whiskey: He’s had a wife, he know these things are a part of being in a relationship. “What’s your brand darlin’? Just let me know and I go get what you need. You just soak in the tub.” He reassures you before grabbing his keys and whistling as he walks out the door. There is a bodega just down the block from the penthouse and they should hopefully carry what you need. And he’ll ask the housekeeper at the ranch to grab some for when you manage to get away to Kentucky for some time away. 

Max Phillips: HAHAHAHA NOPE....this man is not going to go to the store for tampons or pads. He will however buy you the best menstrual cups, or several of them if you prefer. But when you are home, you are not wearing it. You are not wearing anything if he has his way. You have a vampire at your disposal. USE HIM. It’s what he wants. He will happily spend all night between your thighs to make sure not one drop is spilled onto the couch or sheets. 

Marcus: So....the first time that you stayed over, there was a box of your brand in your bag. He wasn’t snooping, it was in plain sight and he is an FBI agent.  He made a mental note of it and as you two got more serious, he bought a box for that inevitable time that you forgot to pack some and your period starts. When you embarrassingly ask him if there was any way he could run to the store for you, he just gives you a kiss and tells you to look in the linen closet in his bathroom. Your opinion of him being the best boyfriend ever just rose like 100%. 

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[lupismaris]

sorry you’re feeling so crappy 😔 i hope you feel better soon!!

if you’re feeling up to it, maybe silverflinthamiltons on a lake or beach vacation?

SILVERFLINTHAM LAKESIDE HOLIDAY PART 1 with a surprise! and another segment to follow because this is them arriving to the lake!

(this got long so most of it will be under the cut.)

***

It was summer.

Summer meant blistering asphalt and bags of trash stewing on the curb each morning. Hazy sunlight blinding the street, dark cavernous pockets of shade where the temperature seemed to drop ten degrees, but the air stayed stale and suffocating all the same. It meant too many people and too much noise and parties in the park that never seemed to end, one just replacing another in an endless cycle of hedonism, and bottles of chilled wine and cheap beer sweating on the fountain walls. It meant long dinners and longer lunches, ice cream trucks and Italian ice carts on opposite corners of the street carrying on an old world rivalry. It meant golds and blues and lush greens wherever your eyes happened to fall, be it on a back alley garden or storefront window display.

Silver loved summer.

He loved the warmth and the sprawling picnics and the baring of skin and the feral energy of a child free from school amplified to suit a city of millions and the heady summer storms that shook the glittering skyline in a kind of holy cleanse. He loved the summer fruits and the sweet aperitifs and the old school white linen shirts and open fire hydrants flooding the streets and the neon lights reflecting in the puddles left behind, still evaporating in the hot night, giving the whole world an ethereal glow.

Though he had to admit it was always better spent on a beach with a frosted drink and not a goddamn thing to do. But, if a beach couldn’t be procured, a big, cool, well air conditioned house that was paid for by someone else was an excellent alternative. His sister’s condo in Chelsea for instance was an excellent place to waste away a summer on parties and sun bathing and a private pool that no one else seemed to have the time to use. He had spent several summers with Max that way, even once the Rangers had become part of the picture, if Silver was on the east coast for the summer, he would drop in and waste away a while.

Now though, it looked like summers were going to be spent in Brooklyn, in the big cool townhouse that Thomas had paid for, with the truly miraculously internal air con that was always kept at a balmy 65 degrees from May to October, and with very little to do outside of whatever suited his fancy on any given day. Oh and sex, a lot of sex. This would be the first summer in a very long time where he could not only allow himself a libido, but he could also satiate it.

Silver was thoroughly content with the new circumstances.

He was less content however, with how the summer months, or maybe just the summer months in the city, seemed to bring out the worst in people as frequently as it did the best.

Flint, for example, did not handle summers as well as Silver did. In part it was due to the heat and the sun and the weird smells coming off the steamy side walks, and Silver understood Flint’s frustration with all that, he truly did. But summer also meant more tourists and more people going out for a good time, more people starting brawls in bars and fights in the street and parties spilling over from one bar to the next, or worse packs of bigots making the rounds and harassing whomever they find, everything the working class service folks of the city dreaded- in short, Flint’s stress levels seemed to just rise with the temperature. And considering an average day in July might easily crack 100, Silver was starting to get a tad worried.

“Is it like this every summer?” Silver had asked one Friday morning in June.

The kitchen was soft with the morning sunlight, Thomas in his silk night shirt and robe as he perused the menu for the cafe on the corner, Silver fixing them each an espresso.

“To a point yes. You know how James is about control,” Thomas said with a fond smile, “when he’s at his best he can combat every threat to his sovereignty without so much as flinching. But the summer gets to him, makes him a bit of a wolf in a cage, so to speak.”

“Was he worse in Manhattan?” the buildings sometimes reminded Silver of a cell block, the slivers of sunlight cutting through as hot as cattle prods.

“Much. Hal has tried talking him into not working as much in the summer, but you know how he is, can’t be told anything once he’s got his mind made up. Not to mention he’s never been good at simply existing. There always has to be purpose in it, work to be done, fields to plow and what not.”

Silver huffed a laugh and brought Thomas’ espresso over, feeling a sense of warmth at the notion that he and Thomas were able to share this, to share flint and all his eccentricities.

“I’m sure a man as clever as you thought of some way to keep his blood pressure down, hm?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. Thomas took the espresso cup without looking away from the menu. He set it aside and pulled Silver in, kissing him sweetly in thanks. Ah, that was also a nice thing to share with Thomas, Silver reminded himself.

“Oh I came up with a few ideas, pet. How about we order breakfast, and I’ll tell you about them.”

By Friday, the three of them were packed into Flint’s old Range Rover heading upstate for two weeks of holiday bliss. It had taken multiple phone calls to Gates to make sure the bar would in fact be alright while Flint was gone and to make sure he barred Flint from being within a dozen yards of The Walrus once it closed on Thursday night. It had also taken coaxing, convincing, bartering, and eventually outright bribery with sex to get Flint to stop scowling about the idea of being away from his “ship” for longer than a weekend. There had been other phone calls as well, placed by Thomas in the early hours of the morning when he thought he was the only one awake. When asked about them he just waved the questions away with a mild, “oh just a little extra surprise for James thats all” and Silver did his best to trust him.

It was a five hour drive from the house in Brooklyn to the house on Lake Cayuga that Thomas had purchased during his recovery, to he and Flint would have a quiet place to heal and make up for lost time without the strain of the city grating on them. Silver had never been upstate, his various clients had always preferred houses in the Hamptons, but from the photos it was a cozy little cottage style house right on the shore, a couple bedrooms, an airy kitchen, lush garden, and a private pier that stretched out into the lake. There was also apparently a boat, a little hybrid sailboat of polished wood and deep blue paint, the name Ariel written in careful golden script. Silver wanted to ask whether Flint had bought it or built it, because he was the kind of high strung man to just build a boat from scratch instead of buying one or scheduling extra therapy. But the scowl on his face as they tucked the suitcases into the trunk told him it wasn’t worth the teasing. Not yet anyway.

Flint insisted on driving the whole five hours himself, scowling silently behind the wheel as he drove them through miles of lush farmland, leaving Thomas and Silver to chat about what they might do once they get settled in. There was plenty of hiking, though Thomas was worried the gorges might be tricky for Silver’s regular prosthetic, ample water falls and countless parks to explore. Lots of quaint small towns with seafood shacks and local fare and more wineries than even Thomas knew what to do with. And of course, most importantly, there was the lake.

Flint kept his silence till the last hour of the ride, the scowl firmly set on his jaw. Silver and Thomas had switched seats so Thomas could stretch out and nap in the back seats, leaving Silver to try and coax a smile out of his partner. Not that he had to do much. As the car climbed yet another rolling hill, Silver watched the horizon, his hand in Flint’s, trying to figure out whether the deep blue streak that had suddenly appeared was a dark patch of sky.

It wasn’t, for the record.

Silver frowned and turned to Flint, planning to ask if it was the lake and exactly how big was said lake- but the question died well before he could even open his mouth.

The scowl was gone, dropped from Flint’s face and replaced by the softest look of wonder Silver had ever seen on the man, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, making his mustache twitch. It was as if something had hooked its line into Flint’s chest and was slowly reeling him in, his whole body sitting straighter, the tension in his shoulders bleeding out until he was leaning into the steering wheel. His hand even held tighter to Silver’s, an unconscious need to keep himself tethered maybe, or to keep Silver close.

“Is that the lake?” Silver managed to ask with a soft smile of his own.

“Yeah. We’ll be at the cabin in half an hour.”

They got there in twenty minutes, not that anyone was actually counting.

The lake stretched out before them, a sea of deep blues and aquamarines, glittering with the hot late June sunlight that danced across it’s surface. It’s shores were patched with wildflowers and thick thatches of wood, little clusters of cabins and boat houses, who’s owners were out skipping across the surface like dragon flies on their small boats and kayaks. The afternoon air was hazy and sweet, the whole scene a postcard from the mythical summers of memory that everyone aspired to, bird song and the low hum of the radio escorting them along the final stretch of route 90. Flint pulled them down a narrow side road, passing a few comfortably sized homes with ample space between them, until they reached the dead end of the street, and the little cottage Silver had seen in the photos, with the shadow of the pier dark across the water, and the Ariel waiting like a loyal dog in her berth.

“Oh good,” Thomas said with a yawn, finally pulling himself back into a sitting position and stretching, as Flint pulled the car into the drive alongside what looked like a rental car. “I was starting to think we were lost.”

Silver looked back at him, ready to tease about old men and naps, but Thomas was looking down at his phone, his fingers quickly switching on the stop watch. “Thomas what-”

The range rover lurched to a sudden stop as Flint hit the brakes and Silver had to cling to the seat to keep himself upright. Thomas seemed completely unfazed, draped across the back seat in his half buttoned linen shirt and designer sunglasses, watching with an air of fond expectation as Flint threw on the parking brake and booked it from the car, leaving the engine running.

“What the fuck is he doing?” Silver asked.

Thomas laughed and reached around the driver’s seat to shut the car off. “Exactly what I expected him to do, though I’ll admit I expected him to at least properly stop the car first.”

“What? Thomas- oh my god he’s going in the lake?” Silver asked, watching as Flint cleared the back fence and striped off his shirt, leaving it on the lawn as he kept moving towards the pier. His boots, socks, and jeans followed, barely breaking his quick stride to strip them off.

“Last time it took him a whole ten minutes to get into the water,” Thomas said, helping Silver, who was too busy staring in shock at the sight of his stern and stoic partner racing across the back patio like a child, from the car. “He might clear five minutes this time.”

A few more quick strides and Flint dove from the end of the pier, breaking the surface of the lake with a thunderous sound and disappearing into the blue.

“He’s in the lake,” Silver said.

Thomas hooked their arms together, the two of them walking leisurely across the lawn. “Every visit, the first thing he does is go to the water. It’s even more dramatic when it’s the ocean, maybe I’ll book us a house on the coast next month.”

“More dramatic than stripping down to his boxers in the back yard?” he asked.

The back lawn of the house was a mix of a large patio and and a short green, with a fire pit and a grill, a small dining table and some cozy chairs, and what silver hoped was a hot tub. A woman was stretched out on one of the long beach chairs in a deep green bikini, her dark hair cut short and a magazine across her lap, though she was watching the water, where Flint had just resurfaced for a moment before diving again.

“Miranda?” Silver called, aware that Thomas was beaming behind him but not at all surprised to see his ex wife. That explained the phone calls, and the rental car out front.

“I believe our husband is in the lake my dears,” Miranda called with a laugh, getting up to come greet them. “God he’s like a little boy at a swimming hole.”

“I’d ask how you got here but that seems almost silly,” Silver said, letting her pull him into a tight hug. They had taken to each other from the first, which had left Thomas and Flint a little uneasy. Miranda’s humor matched his, her wit sharp and familiar, and Silver had learned very quickly why Flint and Thomas were both still in love with her. He wasn’t far from it himself.

“Thomas called, said James needed an intervention,” She said, letting him go to kiss Thomas hello and hug him tight. “I’m on break from teaching this summer and the fall concert season hasn’t started yet, could I come out and join you for a couple weeks? Which was a silly question, I was buying a ticket the moment he suggested it.”

Thomas kissed the top of her head, smiling brightly. “I had hoped you might be his surprise before he jumped in the lake, I’m sorry my dear.”

Silver watched them, feeling a bit dizzy. They were were a perfect pair, Miranda dark and elegant under Thomas’ arm, the cool dusk sky to Thomas’ golden hour sun.

“Don’t be, I’ll go down to him, maybe join him in the water for a bit.” She kissed his cheek, then Silver’s. “There’s some snacks laid out in the kitchen and dinner will be delivered in a couple hours, why don’t you get the bags inside and then come join us. Maybe we can even take Ariel out before dinner.”

“Oh now there’s an idea,” Thomas agreed, moving to go back and fetch the bags from the car. “Tell our husband we’ll join you in a moment. If you can manage to get him up for air.”

Miranda laughed, a bright sunny sound that always reminded Silver of how she played piano, and made her way down to the pier. He watched as she sat down on the edge of the pier, as the surface of the water broke and Flint emerged, staring up at her in shock. Silver heard her laughing, saw her reach out and watched as Flint reached up and pulled her into the lake with a joyful shout of her name. They were lost for a moment to the water, kicking up waves as Flint held her tight and danced them around, clumsy and free. Behind him Silver could hear Thomas laughing, felt his hand as it came to rest warm and sure on his lower back, pulling him in close, as he said something about wishing they’d gotten that on film.

For Silver, it was one of those moments where suddenly he remembered what all those old love songs were written about. He understood it.

And it was finally his.

[bird-in-a-cage]

Cocktober Prompt #3 - Freaky Friday

The plaid walls were a dead giveaway something was wrong. The soft sheets and too many pillows were another. Billy blinked at the ceiling a few times, tried to place where he’d woken up this time. It wasn’t anywhere he recognised. And he hadn’t had more than a beer the night before so couldn’t blame alcohol.

Things just felt, weird. 

Usually when he woke the first thing he craved was a cigarette, to get out of the house as fast as possible, hopefully before Neil was up so he couldn’t be dragged into another one sided lecture about being a model citizen. But this morning he didn’t. His mouth tasted different too. Both toothpaste and mouthwash still lingering around. Not a trace of nicotine.

It was only when he looked at his hands getting out of this strange new bed did the panic set in.

They weren’t his hands. Not by a long shot. Far too slender and femanine almost. No rings. No bruised knuckles. Skin smooth and pale. He tripped over his feet finding a mirror in the closet and just stared wide eyed at what was in front of him. Moved arms and jumped and blinked to check the releflection was real.

The person staring back was Harrington. Every inch of him. Billy pinched this body he was in and it hurt, kicked his shin against the edge of the door hard enough to leave a bright red mark and that hurt too. So this was definitely real. Billy was frozen, looking at himself trapped in another form. Internally he was panicking. Of course he was, he’d just woken up in, presumably, Harrington’s house in his damn body like it was a Halloween costume. Logical thoughts weren’t exactly easy to make happen.

He was 100% certain he wasn’t going to work today though.

Billy ran his hands over his new body, walking his fingers over moles that dotted the skin, across his new stomach and over his hips and chest. Stretched his arms out in front of his new self. Nothing felt as thick as before, but there wasn’t a lot of weight difference. It wasn’t as if Billy felt he’d now be able to jump higher or dance or whatever. He feathered his fingers through his new hair and okay, it was soft. So so soft. Like touching through a cloud even first thing in the morning. No wonder Harrington always looked like he took so much time on it.

There was one other thing he needed to check. Just out of curiosity. Hidden under the boxers on his hips. Billy had seen it before in the showers but this was the literal sense of up close and personal. And if this was all the weirdest fever dream then it wouldn’t matter anyway, he’d wake up at some point and be back to his regular old self. And really, what else do you do when you wake up in someone else’s body? It's practically a step in the body swap handbook.

With a new grin Billy kicked the shorts off and stood naked before the mirror, turning slowly from side to side on the balls of his feet. He knew Harrington was hung but having it attached was something else. For a laugh he spread his feet a little in the shag carpeting and worked his hips, his new cock swinging back and forth like a damn bell. It wasn’t that Steve was bigger, Billy definitely had the girth, Harrington was just longer. And liked to keep his bush trimmed from the looks of it. Least that part made sense. The boy was so meticulous with his look everywhere else. The panic that had been bubbling up inside melted away as Billy moved back to the bed, licked over the new teeth in his mouth, and settled up amongst the pillows.

Let’s see what makes Stevie boy tick…

Billy spat on his palm before taking a hold of his new dick, slowly spreading the slickness up and down. It felt nice to hold, not as good as his own but still, nice. It responded in kind, quickly getting hard with the attention and every drag of foreskin down over the blush pink head and back. Billy hoped this wasn’t a dream anymore, he couldn’t go back to now knowing this was how Harrington felt when he jacked off in bed, how he looked. How he somehow still had space to grow until it was downright not fair. How his thigh muscles got tight when Billy stopped stroking long enough to give the balls some attention. He couldn’t help but grin around a moan that sounded so forgien but Billy would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit he sometimes thought about hearing it. Of course Harrington liked his balls being played with. How very middle class. Every tug and squeeze sent pleasure rocketing through his spine and down to his feet. It quickly became a two handed operation, slipping down the bed until Billy was flat on his back, pumping his fist in earnest over his cock.

Steve was fucking sensative that was for sure. It felt like barely any time at all before Billy was right on the edge, that feeling never changing in theory but Harrington’s felt different. Starting down in his toes and creeping up inch by inch, making Billy’s brain foggy and his mouth slack as the room became engulfed in the sounds of heavy breathing and slickness from both spit and precome that was beading at the slit. Billy only really paused to look down, to watch Harrington’s cock weep and twitch and push out another wet pearl, practically begging for release. To be swallowed. Shit, oh he’d have to convince Harrington to do this again. If he ever got back into his own body. He needed to know what it was like to do this to Steve, now he knew some of his soft points. Places to give the most attention too. Bet the guy would fucking scream getting his balls sucked on.

Three more pumps and Billy came. Hard. it crashed through him like a tidal wave, taking over every inch, rendering everything else in that moment utterly pointless and unimportant. Yeah, he would definitely need to find a way to make Harrington feel that under his regular body. Somehow. Billy panted in the bed, his chest splattered with cum. He licked at a drop that landed near his lips. Steve didn’t taste too different, maybe a little sweeter from all that ice cream.

He had done Harrington a favour and cleaned himself up in the bathroom, which was about the size of Billy’s living room, put pants on, and was busy just looking at Steve’s face staring back in a mirror. Poking and prodding at cheeks, thumbing around the shells of new ears, tonguing over his gums, when the door suddenly popped open. Buckley was stood there, that girl Steve worked with in the mall, looking beyond stressed out and panting, holding onto the doorframe like she’d sprinted all the way across town to get here. It also appeared she’d gotten dressed in the dark. Mismatched shoes, almost comically high waisted jeans and a bright neon sweater that was definitely too big.

“Are you Billy?!” She demanded, cheeks red but eyes on fire. 

Okay well this day just, somehow, got even weirder. 

Billy just blinked at her reflection. Apparently that was enough of a confirmation for her to disappear down the hall and come back not even moments later and toss a shirt at Billy’s head.

“Put that on! We’ve gotta go!”

“Go where?” Billy asked, putting the shirt on as he was dragged out of Harrington’s mansion of a house he didn’t even have time to properly explore yet. There were so many cabinets and cupboards unrifled. He didn’t even have time to think about searching through Mrs Harrington’s jewelry box... 

Parked out haphazardly on the driveway was Billy’s camaro. He froze seeing himself sat in the front seat, hands gripping the wheel so tight they were white. Buckley tugged at Harrington’s arm to get Billy to move but he stayed stock still.

“What the fuck is happening?” Billy demanded. “Talk Buckley or I’m not leaving. How am I in my car?”

Buckley’s eyes darted around. She started biting at her thumb. Even though Billy had only been to Scoops when she was there a couple of times, neither of those things seemed like anything she would do. Billy took a moment to really look at her. Past the weird fashion choices and bird’s nest of hair. Past the no makeup and desperation plastered all over her face.

“Look, I… I kinda fucked up. I can explain everything just, can we do it in the car please?” She spoke in more hushed tones, still tugging at Billy’s arm to get him to move even another step. It wasn’t going to work like that though. Billy needed to know exactly what the hell was happening before he was about to be kidnapped by himself. He glared down at Buckley, or whatever his glare looked like now. Apparently it didn’t do the trick.

“God I look dumb doing that…” she muttered under her breath.

That’s when it all clicked. The penny dropped and shattered through the glass ceiling.

“Holy shit… Harrington?” 

Buckley blushed. It was clear even through the redness already on her face. Steve was stuck as Buckley. Billy was stuck as Harrington. Then by the process of elimination…

Oh shit, this would be fun.

Billy smirked and walked calmly over to his baby, engine still purring, leant down to look at himself sat behind the wheel. Fury was clear over his features, just staring straight ahead at the end of the culdesac and the turning spot to get out of Harrington’s fancy neighbourhood.

“Well, well, well...” Billy started. “The chick has a dick.”

“Get in this fucking car before I kill us all. Dingus is already hanging on by a thread, don’t think I won’t do it,” she spat out through gritted teeth. Apparently she didn’t know how to dress either, clearly just grabbing what had been on Billy’s bedroom floor before probably racing out of that house.

Billy couldn’t exactly blame her on that one.

With a shrug he climbed into the back over the passenger seat, Buckley got in the front, knees pulled tight together, hands not knowing what to do with themselves. The car had barely set off again before Billy couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“Either of you two wanna tell me what the fuck is happening?”

Buckley went to open her mouth, his mouth?, but it was Hargrove that spoke. Practically roared over the sound of the engine working overtime because it was in the wrong gear. It was painful to Billy’s ears.

“This asshole found one of my mom’s spell books and thought oh wouldn’t it be such a fucking great idea to go saying incantations without knowing what the fuck he was doing?! So now I’m stuck as you, Steve is stuck as me and you’re stuck as him until we can get to my aunt’s place in Indy to fix all of this! And once she does I never want to see either of you ever again!”

Billy blinked a few times just trying to process all that information. It sounded weird being said in his voice for a start but, spell books and incantations? God the midwest was full of weird bitches.

“I didn’t mean to. I didn’t think this would happen, did I?” Buckley spat back, peeling away from being pressed up against the door in shame for the first time.

“You didn’t think at all Steven! You never do love spells on a full moon without knowing what you’re doing. God if you weren’t me I’d punch you!”

The grin that grew on Billy’s face was palpable. A love spell huh. Maybe when they were all back in the right bodies that could be something to be worked on. For now they were pulling onto the highway towards Indianapolis, finally in the right gear. Billy just sat back and listened to them bicker like an old married couple. He’d enjoyed being Harrington for a few hours. And if it was true he was stuck like this because maybe Harrington had feelings well, Billy maybe wouldn’t say no to giving that a try too. After this, anything was possible.

[gyllenhaalstories]

BEST FRIEND!JAKE GYLLENHAAL HEADCANONS

notes: jake and you are bffs, that’s it, that’s the tweet! warnings: some mentions of sexual content, but it’s pretty clean and safe otherwise! the gifs were in a gif hunt so i don’t know who made them unfortunately! i suggest you listen to tongue tied by grouplove or dog days are over by florence + the machine!  i hope you guys enjoy! <3

Your friendship happened so out of the blue. You were at the grocery store with a friend and you picked some product up, reading the informations about it. You exclaimed “this comes from Canada”, you know, as one does while realizing Canada is a real country and not just a fantasy where everyone lives in igloos and chop wood and like wish Justin Trudeau good night. Your friend shrugged, very bored, but you heard a voice behind you. “Actually, I have some cool theory about Canada. Do you know the Ryans? Gosling and Reynolds? Well...”

“Canada had sex with America and they made the two of them and they’re twins and they tried to eat each other in the womb, but they didn’t, they survived...” You both spoke in sync. You turned around, only to realize that Jake Gyllenhaal was the one radiating even more chaotic energy than you.

It was signed, sealed and delivered.

You two were painful to be around. You would go on some random conspiracy theories of your own creation (you know Strawberry Shortcakes, like the toys and the shows for kids? Well they’re just Bratz dolls except for Bratz dolls, somebody confused the sugar with the salt and they ended up without feet and with some very large heads). You would argue about everything and nothing.

It was a 0 to 100 real quick.

You could be watching a movie at the cinema with a few friends, staying silent the whole time until you got back in the car and you just exploded with thoughts about the movie. You two were screaming so loud the driver of the car had to pull by the side of the road to try and keep you quiet like two angry children.

That’s what you two were: two very annoying children.

In Jake’s and yours opinion, you never argued. You just shared thoughts with a strong passion.

You could call each other names, but you never meant the insults you were saying.

��You can go suck a fuck”, “Tell me Y/N, how exactly does one suck a fuck? I’m all years”

Laughter. You guys laughed all the time together. No, wait, you laughed and Jake just wheezed. You took him to see a doctor once, you managed to convince him he might have a condition because no one ever wheezes THAT MUCH but it turns out you just both suffered from a great sense of humour.

For the first couple of months, your friendship was so filled with arguments and chaos that your mutuals thought you two actually hated each other.

But it could not be more wrong.

Jake and you were inseparable. You’d do everything and nothing together. You’d stop at the convenience store, share the newspaper, have a karaoke night (you were two Britney Spears stans), buy gifts for your respective relatives (you suspected that your own mother preferred your friend Jake to you). You spent the Holidays together. New Years, Valentine’s Day, even Halloween. You would host Halloween parties at your house. There would be only the two of you wearing matching costumes you made with clothes and craft supplies around the house. You both looked horrible, but you ate way too many candies to realize it.

You were attached by the hip. Wherever Jake went, you were there too.

At some point, you lost your job. It happens to the best of us. So Jake suggested you’d become his assistant.

In theory, it was a beautiful idea. You knew Jake’s schedule by heart and did everything together. Being paid for it? Sign me up.

But in practice...

It created some sort of tension between the two of you. It was one more reason to depend on Jake, and for Jake to depend on you. You were two peas in a pod but you had to manage the new pressure.

During red carpets you were hiding behind the interviewer or by his sides, taping your wrist to remind him to go faster and cut the long analytical speeches nobody really cared about. Except for you, you loved how insightful he was and how he rarely showed this side of his personality.

He knew when you were tired to just sit and watch the same people win awards for similar roles they did in other movies before.

Jake would lean in and say “Actually, I think Meryl Streep is a wizard, like the nice type, and she hides magical potions in her purse that can make you fly and don’t even get me started on Julia Roberts...”. You were too far gone, laughing so loud during an emotional speech when a not very talented celebrity won over very talented celebrities that deserved it more or during a movie premiere.

You would hold hands. For funsies.

He’d give you his jacket. He’d feed you a spoon of his food at the restaurant. You’d give him a sip of your hot chocolate on a cold winter evening. You’d share your comfy slippers with him even if his feet were too big and barely fit in.

Life without Jake? You simply did not remember what it was like.

Your mutual friends stopped calling you two enemies. You were straight up a married couple.

You’d go grocery shopping together and Jake would push the caddy around while you guide him through the aisles. “Could make you this dish, I know you like it” he’d suggest. “The oreos are on sale? Must get six packs of them, double stuff only” you’d add.

You’d go on car rides. They lead nowhere: a dead end street, a bridge under construction, a small ghost town. You both just sat there and listened to music.

His hand would mysteriously fall on your thigh and just stay there the whole way back.

And you’d give each other shy looks.

And giggle. And chuckle. And drop your keys by the front door, oopsies you were all of a sudden clumsy.

And when the door was closed behind you, you stared into each other’s eyes and just shrugged before ripping each other’s clothes at the speed of light and fucking on the couch, on the kitchen table or even on the floor. The bed was too far away.

You both had seen each other naked so many times it was not intimidating. You knew he was handsome, he knew you were beautiful. That was all you guys needed to know. But there were new infos to take in consideration: in bed, you two were just powerful. So you slept together again.

Again and again and again...

It did not bother any of you. Your friends did not even find out about it. Everything was fine.

Everything was fine until you went on a date with someone else. Two times, three times... It was starting to get serious.

Jake felt so weird. He hid it from you.

He caressed your hair when you cried as your new fling just broke up with you over text messages. He fed you your favourite ice cream while you two cuddled on the couch, trying to heal the pain with a wholesome Disney movie. He helped you get in the shower when you were too sad or too tired. He supported you.

He cared for you.

He loved you.

And he told you.

That one time he helped you get in the bathtub after you insisted you could go to the gym with him and he literally crushed you not even five minutes in. You were sore and tired and you thought you hallucinated when you heard the words: I love you.

He thought he was having a fever dream when you replied: I love you too.

[abreathofthewild]

And They Were Roommates, Chapter 2/?

Summary: After the events of Endgame, the Avengers try to regain a semblance of normalcy. Steve Rogers decides to move to a small town, get a regular job and a regular roommate…

Word Count: 3709

Warnings: mentions of alcohol. aftermath of a break-in. mentions of blood (small amount!). suggestiveness. eventual warnings for traumatic flashbacks and ptsd. eventual warnings for smut.

Notes: Hello friends! As promised, Chapter 2 of And They Were Roommates is here. I had a ton of help from @gothiclocalcryptid​ who went above and beyond proofreading and editing with me so HUGE shoutout to her <3.  It was so much fun writing this chapter, especially since I got the inspiration to somehow double the word count?! My essays could never. Thanks for reading and I hope y’all enjoy!

Links: Chapter 1

The physical act of getting out of bed two hours later was nearly impossible. You could care less if you fell into a hole and never came back out. Even the sun rising, soft and golden over the skyline, and the smell of freshly ground coffee beans serenading your senses didn’t really improve your mood.

“Not to be rude, but you look like death warmed over.” The second opening barista, Vanessa, almost never minced words. This morning was no exception. You shot her a playful glare as you followed her to the back, throwing your bag and jean jacket into your locker as she placed another tray of crescents in the oven. “Long night?” The question was followed by her handing you an iced coffee with heavy cream, just the way you liked it.

“How’d you guess?” Your question and expression dripped with sarcasm. “Steve--”

“Steve. Steve! If I hear this story I know I’m going to feel like kicking his ass.”

You gathered your hair into a ponytail and sighed, taking another long sip of your drink. At 6:30, customers were starting to file in, but the early birds were sporadic; it wouldn’t get really busy until about 9 or so. Your face lit up as you greeted the older woman who had walked up to the counter, and she frowned as she heard the tail end of Vanessa’s sentence. After making her latte with no foam, you proceeded to set up extra pastries in the display case and wipe down the countertops.

“Look. He pays half the rent, and we never specified we couldn’t bring people to the house. But sometimes, he decides that 2 AM is a good time to bring home… guests.” You didn’t need to bring other people down to get your point across. But... there was an underlying feeling there you didn’t want to acknowledge. Sure, these girls were gorgeous, but they seemed so… fake. Maybe they didn’t seem fake, so much as not right for Steve. Vanessa saw the excuse me expression manifest on your face as you warred with the thought. You proceeded to tell her how the rest of the young woman’s visit had gone. “...And now he’s picking me up when I get off.” You decided to leave out the part where you walked in and he had watched you watch him. The part where your heart had stuttered so hard in your chest you knew the super soldier could hear it. The part where his mouth so close to your ear had sent a shiver tripping down your spine.

“Earth. To. Y/n.” Vanessa’s mouth was agape as she waved her hand in front of your face. “Girl, where the hell did you go just then? Is there something you’re not telling me? I mean, what could be better than finding out that Captain America is taking my favorite coworker on a date?!”

“It’s not a da--”

“Ah! Ah! Don’t interrupt me! What could be better than finding that out? You’ve despised his cocky attitude. He brings random girls home all the time. It’s not very considerate. He knows he’s too beautiful for his own good and he shows it. Yet, despite being woken up like two hours before you had to get ready for work, you’ve gotten surprisingly peppy the longer you’ve been here. Could it be… No.” Vanessa gasped as a huge shit-eating grin plastered itself on her face. You eyed her warily while the sudden feeling of being totally exposed washed over you. “Could it be you like him?” You shook your head vigorously. Nope. No way.

“Um, no? You just gave me a bullet list of all the things to dislike. I’m sure he was different… before… We all were. He is a hero. Always will be. But he’s at a different point in his life now. I haven’t seen the good guy side of him in person.” Your mind skipped over his smile in the photo on the mantle. “He’s a cad!” You said in your best British accent. Vanessa glared at you in playful disbelief.

“Sure. Okay. I’ll play along. Do you even know where you’re going? Do you have anything to change into?” She emphasized the last question like it was the most important thing in the world. You shrugged your shoulders. In all honesty, the only thing you could focus on that morning was to throw some makeup staples in your bag as you had stumbled out the door. She closed her eyes and let out a quiet sigh. “It’s all good. I’ve got something. I always keep a dress in my car, just in case.”

“Vanessa, you’re too much,” you giggled. “I don’t really wear dresses. He sees me like this every day. It’s not a date. He’s taking me out as an apology. If he can’t deal with me in jeans and a t-shirt, that’s his problem, not mine.”

“You’re with me for another six hours, and I can be very convincing.”

Sure enough, 12:45 rolled around--the two mid-shifters taking over for you two having already clocked in--and Vanessa was pushing you into the employee bathroom to change. You applied some mascara, tinted chapstick, and slipped into the dress. The white cotton felt like heaven, and the v-neck did everything for your curves. You made a mental note to attempt to get something for her that could pay her back. After you let your hair down from the ponytail that was starting to give you a slight headache, you stepped out and grabbed your bag. When you came around front, Vanessa stopped dead in her tracks.

“Ay, Dios mio! You’re gonna make me regret wearing that dress after you, ‘cause I know it won’t look that good on me.” She hooked her arm in yours as the two of you meandered to the front of the coffee shop. “Are you nervous?”

You turned your head sharply in her direction. Were you nervous?

“No, why would I be?”

Vanessa rolled her eyes. “I am still 100 percent convinced this is a date. I would be nervous. What time is it?” You glanced at your phone screen. The numbers read 1:06. A slight flutter of uncertainty pinged around your chest. That first thought of this is stupid… I’m stupid. You shook your head to clear it.

“Let’s go outside and wait. It’s so pretty out today!” It was. There were exactly five tables and chairs outside, and luckily, the one that sat under the dogwood tree was free. It was tucked farther in the back, closer to the building, with an unobstructed view of the street. These factors all made for good people watching. One considerably long conversation later, which had been punctuated by periodic glances at your phone under the guise of checking the time, Vanessa finally hopped up from her seat, planting her hands firmly on her hips as she leveled a stern look at you.

“Uh-uh, we’re not doing this. He proved whatever point needed to be proved. You’ve got better things to do with your time. There’s a new little Mexican-Korean fusion place down the street that I’ve been dying to try. We could drive there faster than you can walk home!” She held her hand out to you, and amidst the usual ‘I’m sure something came up’ excuses you were making for him (making excuses for him--what even was that thought process), you decided to take her lead on things. It wasn’t exactly like you were surprised but it still felt like a rock had been dropped in the pit of your stomach. The afternoon sun was now beating down on the two of you, and an air-conditioned building sounded so good.

“I do have to go home at some point though,” you intoned on a sigh. “It’s gonna be awkward. Probably. Maybe I’ll get lucky and he’ll act like nothing happened.”

Vanessa scoffed. “Unlikely, but some good food and a couple of margaritas will be sure to help that anxiety float away.”

“Nessa! Day drinking? I’m simply scandalized.” But once again, Vanessa was right, and after a Korean Lime Margarita and some excellent Kimchi street tacos, you were in high spirits and ready to take on whatever awaited you back at the house. Vanessa offered to give you a ride home, but you opted for the fresh air and the walk since you were about twenty minutes away. It would give you time to clear your head.

The sun was still out in full force, but a lively breeze had come about so that by the time you turned off of Main Street onto Pine Street, you felt as if you were walking on clouds. Steve had better things to do with his time than to make sure your feelings weren’t hurt. You were a grown woman and he had apologized last night. And if he had been rude today by not shooting you a text letting you know he couldn’t make it… well, it wasn’t unexpected coming from the Steve you knew.

You were so engrossed in giving yourself a pep talk that you got up to your front door, key in hand, without noticing that the door was in fact already open. Immediately the hairs went up on your neck. Something was off. Your breathing came out a little bit fast and shallow. Where was Steve? It was the first thought you could latch on to. He wouldn’t be home. Right? If somebody had broken in he would have made fast work of them. Maybe you were being silly. Should you call out for him? Should you even go inside?

You stood frozen on the doorstep, keys in hand as a makeshift weapon, until you heard noise coming from inside. It sounded like someone was sweeping up broken glass. A sigh of relief escaped your lungs when you finally stepped over the threshold and made your way past the living room and into the kitchen. There was Steve, the door to the backyard open and letting in the breeze. The first thing to catch your eye was the cabinet door hanging on one hinge. The second was all the broken glass. There was so much of it, probably from the dishes that had fallen out of the broken cabinet. Steve was sweeping it into the dustpan. The third thing you noticed was when he finally realized you were there, and he turned to you on a dime. You took in his face; it was flushed, and a nasty open gash was slowly bleeding down the left side of his face.

Time stopped for a moment as the two of you watched each other. The light coming through the west-facing kitchen window was golden, slanting in such a way that it hit Steve’s hair just right, setting it alight. At first, his expression was uncertain. Then his eyes widened, almost imperceptibly, as he realized what he had missed. He turned and threw the debris into the trash can he had dragged to the middle of the floor. His movements were slow, deliberate. You set your bag on the hook next to the open door and walked over to the sink, grabbing a cloth and wetting it down.

“What happened?” You heard him take a deep breath behind you. “Steve, sit down. Let’s take care of that cut.” It was surprising that he did as he was told, the second-hand oak chair creaking under the size of him. You moved slowly as you walked towards him, sensing that whatever had happened was a big deal; the normally-outspoken super soldier seemed at a loss for words.

When he was sitting, it gave you the once-in-a-lifetime chance to be looking down at him. He was still tall, only a few inches shorter in this position, but it was a different perspective nonetheless. The clean washcloth you had wet down felt cool in your hands. The sensation was the only thing keeping you grounded when you stopped in front of him, stepping between his knees to get a closer look at the wound. You bit your lip as you concentrated, softening the dabbing motions when Steve hissed at the contact.

“This should be healing, shouldn’t it?” Your voice was much quieter than you intended it to be. “Do we need to contact S.H.I.E.L.D?” He shook his head and closed his eyes; you had full opportunity to study his face. The beard had been a nice addition, you thought absently. His eyelashes were fanned out across his cheeks. Who had eyelashes that long? It was a bit ridiculous. His lips were pursed and quite involuntarily you wondered what it would be like to kiss them. A lock of hair had fallen into his face, and as you brushed it back, carding your fingers through the dark golden crown, his hands flew up to grasp your hips.

The motion startled you, but you were rooted to the spot. His hands were big, and the gentle motion of his thumbs made your breathing hitch. This was dangerous territory that definitely felt like it was coming out of nowhere. You weren’t equipped to deal with something like this. The heart behind your ribcage was thundering, thumping so hard you were sure it was going to give you away, betray you, and the emotions suddenly washing over you.

“I don’t need to contact them. Just a break-in that I wasn’t expecting. I chased him off. Normal life’s left me soft,” he finally gritted out in a quiet baritone. His hands were still splayed on your hips, and it took everything in you not to lean into the touch. “Guess I have to figure out some other way to say sorry.” You watched as his eyes fluttered open and a sheepish grin painted itself across his face. Was there an invitation there?

A shaky sigh escaped your mouth as you reluctantly extracted your hands from his hair and stepped back; you rolled your eyes, and just like that the old magic of the moment was broken. Still, something skipped in the air around you.

“You hardly have to worry about missing today when you were fighting an intruder, Steve. Don’t be ridiculous. Whaddya say to just whipping something up here and watching a movie? That’s my kind of apology anyway.” You dropped the cloth in the sink and turned around, crossing your arms and leaning back to look at him again. The physical distance had allowed the fog in your brain to clear just a little bit, until you saw the way he was watching you. Lazy, but focused at the same time. “What?” Your skin felt warm under his gaze.

“Nothing. You just look nice is all. Was that dress for me?” If anyone had looked at you right now, you were sure you would have looked like a deer in headlights. You weren’t sure whether to answer or not. His voice had gone all low, and now he was standing, making his way over to you with sure, slow steps. The floor creaked slightly under his weight. Oh, definitely not good. Steve reached forward once more, correcting the strap that had fallen down your shoulder. Goosebumps raced over your flesh. “I like the idea of staying here better too,” he rumbled. You pursed your lips and nodded, taking another huge breath.

“All right then. Um, I guess we should fix that cabinet door first?” Steve’s eyes searched yours for a moment before smiling and ducking his head.

“Yeah, I’ll grab the toolbox from the garage. I’ll take care of that if you can finish cleaning the mess off the counter?” Another nod.

“I’ll check the fridge too, I’m pretty sure we have all the ingredients for pizza.” You took a moment to watch his face; his eyes were distant. It took everything in you to tamp down the urge to reach out and touch him. “Steve, are you good?”

He stuck both thumbs in the air as he headed past you to the garage. Something in the set of his shoulders and the way he quickly avoided your gaze said otherwise, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. The idea that this had just been a normal break-in seemed unlikely. Even if Steve hadn’t been interacting with S.H.I.E.L.D outside of occasional check-ins, there was no way Steve would have been caught off guard by a normal human being. Still, it didn’t feel like the right time to question him about it.

The two of you made quick work of the mess. After a small disagreement on whether pineapple actually belongs on pizza, with a compromise of half with pineapple, half without, the two of you finally settled on the couch to watch the movie. It was some secret agent rom-com you’d seen a few times before, but that always fit the bill for a chill night at the house. Steve, on the other hand, had not seen it and felt obligated to point out all the flaws in the action scenes. It made you smirk and elbow him more than once. After a while, though, you began to feel the tell-tale signs of sleep, your eyes drooping and your breath slowing.

It didn’t take him very long to notice.“Wanna head to bed, sleepyhead?”

You turned to him, your gaze briefly unfocused, and poked his arm.“I wouldn’t be tired at only eight pm if I hadn’t been woken up two hours before my four am alarm,” you replied with a smirk. Despite yourself, however, a yawn escaped your mouth. “I’ll take care of the dishes, it will help me wake up enough to finish the movie. You need to take a shower or anything after fighting the big bad wolf?”

Steve crossed his arms and let out a snort. You nudged his arm again with your elbow. “All jokes aside, thanks for keeping our house safe.” He stilled next to you but finally nodded.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re welcome. Uh, yeah, I’ll go take a shower. You sure you don’t want any help?” Again, had he always been this nice?

“You’re fine. Go on.” If you had been able to read his mind, you would have known that to hear you say “our house” lit a fire in his veins. You wandered into the kitchen, noting how every detail seemed in focus; the night sounds coming in the open window, the smells of the breeze, the way the tile felt cool under your bare feet. The air felt charged with… what? You noted the gradual switch in your brain. Just this morning, you had been able to rattle off in your head all the reasons you hated living with Steve. You had even contemplated looking for someone else to room with. And now… now, after a brief conversation and some wound care, you really couldn’t figure out why you had decided to hate him. Hate was a pretty strong word.

Two plates and some intense daydreaming later, you wandered back into the living room just as Steve came back down the hallway, adjusting his shirt over the lower half of his stomach.

You were glad the lighting was low, because you were sure he would have seen the flush creep into your cheeks at the glimpse of bare skin across his abdomen. Absolutely ridiculous. Finish the movie. Go to bed. It was very simple. Or better yet, fake a headache? Could Captain America tell when someone was lying? Would you be surprised if he could? No. You sneaked a sideways glance at him as you sat down again. He smelled fresh and like a hint of Old Spice. His hair was combed back but still wet; little water droplets clung to the ends. Without a second thought, you reached out and turned his face to look at you.

“How’s that cut,” you murmured, suddenly quiet. The wound that just hours before had looked like it would need stitches now looked like a thin pink line. Oh god, his face was so close. You could close the space easily. There, there was that look again. Steve was not one to shy away from looking someone in the eyes, and every time he had looked at you in the last twenty-four hours had left you feeling weak and heavy, but in the best sort of way. Your phone buzzed from its place on the coffee table in front of you, the name “VANESSA” emblazoned on the front. You released a breath you hadn’t released you were holding and snatched the phone up. Steve cleared his throat and sat back.

“Hey, Nessa, what’s up?” What was up was that the opener for tomorrow morning had called out, and you were the most reliable on short notice. You agreed to cover the shift and let out a groan of disappointment when she told you she was working the night shift, so you wouldn’t even get to see her. Steve guessed what had happened from the conversation he could hear on his end (actually, he could easily hear both ends of the conversation, but that point was moot) so he locked up while you were getting last minute details.

“It’s all good,” he laughed when you tried to apologize. “We can finish the movie some other time. I had fun tonight. Oh, and, uh, thanks for the medical care.” He had shoved his hands in his sweatpants pockets and was rocking back on his heels. He looked every bit like someone who was definitely planning out his next move. He looked nervous, and somehow you couldn’t wrap your brain around that.

“Was the least I could do. I’ll see ya tomorrow?” Steve ducked his head with a smile. A smile that could stop traffic. A smile that had been burned into the mind of every US citizen as the poster boy for America. But to you, it was a smile that was warm. Familiar. And somehow now a smile that was starting to whisper home.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” Was there a promise there? You kept the shower water cold that night, trying to focus on something other than Steve Rogers.