#left this in drafts for a while but! i'm still glad with how the lighting and palette selection turned out

[whohasthecards]

What if Goose was alive and eventually, after the mission, he meets the Dagger squad, and although he is enamored with all of them ("You can't fucking talk Mav, you literally already have adoption papers drafted-", "You're just as bad as your husband, Ice."), everyone notices how he's very fond of Hangman.

Bradley especially doesn't understand as he has told his dad about the incident during the mission training where he almost threw hands with the younger man, Hangman did apologize to Rooster and Maverick after the mission, but still-

Deep inside, he knows that his dad was never the type to hold on to grudges harshly. (Unless it's about pranks. That's a different story.)

---

"Sir?" A voice behind Goose meekly asks while he was stirring a big pot of stew to feed all the old and baby aviators he decided to feed today.

Goose put a lid to leave the stew to simmer as he turned and smiled at Hangman, the younger man hunched over himself and fidgeting, a far cry from the cocky aviator his son and his friends talks about.

"What can I do for you, son? Also, no need for that formal sir nonsense, I'm retired now," Goose says smiling, hoping to ease the kid.

It seems to make the kid tense up even worst, but the kid inhaled and, "I would like to apologize for my comments towards Rooster regarding you and their relationship with one another. I was out of line, and I'm sorry. Thank you for inviting me to your home despite my actions. I understand that you may have only invited me, so that I won't be left out when you invited the whole squad, and I would just like to let you know that that's unnecessary so if you would like me to leav-"

"Woah, woah, kid, slow down," Goose said as he stepped forward and clasped a hand on his shoulder, "Thank you for your apology, I already forgave you when you saved my son and best friend's lives, you're a good man, and I knew you were a great man when you apologized to them. I invited you because I wanted you to be here, son, and don't tell them I said this," Goose leaned forward letting his voice become a soft whisper, "Mav, Rooster, and Ice wanted you to be here too, you're wanted here, kid." Goose said squeezing his shoulder. "I should actually be thanking you even more for saving my son and his stupid godfather's lives, 'smile and wave' tactic, my ass," Goose said chuckling a bit and shaking his head.

He had a front row seat to see Hangman's dumbfounded face transformed a light shade of pink as he averted his eyes.

"I don't like leaving my team behind," Hangman muttered shuffling his feet. "I didn't want to, but I was spare, I left them to go, but my job was to make them come home, I'm glad I was able too." Seresin said looking at his feet.

"I was in the navy, son, pretty sure launching against orders wasn't your job," Goose said smiling softly, "but thank you for doing it anyways."

Seresin shuffled his feet, as he went back to fiddling with his fingers, before he straightened up and look at the older man in the eye. "Well, a proper thank you involves gifts, right? How about I eat everythin' your cooking, hell, even give me first dibs as one of the stars the the show," Hangman said smirking, a confident mask settling into place.

Reminded Goose of a certain aviator.

Goose simply chuckled at that and patted the boy's shoulder one more time before turning back to the food.

"You can get first dibs if you start throwing the salad together," Goose said nodding his head to the kitchen counter beside him with the ingredients for the salad. "Get to chopping and throwing lieutenant," Goose said teasingly.

Seresin put a heart to his chest and gasps, "Making your guest work for his food? Blasphemy. Goes against my heart-core beliefs." Despite the complaints, Seresin grabbed the knife and started unwrapping the vegetables.

"Does hard work go against your beliefs?" Goose teased as he grabbed more ingredients from the fridge.

"Nope, but I didn't think I was the host for the day. Your old age catching up to you, old man?"

Goose huffed out a breathe as he passed by Seresin on the way back to the stove, "Sure, kid, let's go with that," he humored. He set the new ingredients down and ruffled the brat's hair, ignoring the squawk of protest. "Don't forget to rinse the vegetables before chopping."

---

The dagger squad started growing closer to one another, they were on leave and from what he knew, they would be stationed on the same side of the country. He told Bradley that they were invited to come over to his house, and he knew that Ice and Mav have offered their house and hangar to the squad as well.

It ended up with the Daggers seeing each other several times a week.

It was adorable how close they are.

("They keep on getting into stupid arguments and rough housing one another," Mav complained dramatically from Goose's couch. "Nearly took out my table!"

Goose raised a brow at him, "Gee wonder who that reminds me off."

"Makes me wonder if they're grown, sometimes," Mav said shaking his head.

"Kids will be kids, at least they're comfortable with you to show it, plus you were much worst when you were their age, and still worst now."

"Rude.")

He and Jake started cooking more, the kid was an excellent cook, especially behind the grill.

"Jake! I bought some steak for dinner tonight, want to help me grill it up for you and the team?" Goose said, smiling and waving his fresh catch from the grocery store.

"Too much steak is bad for your cholesterol, ya know," Jake drawled but went closer to grab the food, anyways.

"Rude, I'm not that old," Goose said rolling his eyes.

"You were alive and thriving in the 80s," Jake snarked back.

He gave the boy a light head swap for that muttering how the younger generation had no manners these days-

---

"You ever interested in reading comics?" Goose asked one day when Jake was sitting on his sofa.

"Uhhh, like the movies?" Jake said frowning looking up from his phone.

"Blasphemous, stand up, they are not like the movies, they are a different form of art."

---

"You ever baked a cake before?" Goose asked letting Jake into his home.

"I feel like this is going to become another case of me and experiencing unpaid labor," Jake drawled.

"Your payment will be in mocha-extra-chocolate cake, is that acceptable?" Goose said moving towards the kitchen, smirking as he heard the boy's footsteps following him.

"Can we put cherries in them?" Jake asked moving to clear the counter.

"Sure, son," Goose said smiling.

---

"Why is he wearing my shirt!" Bradley exclaimed pointing at Jake who was chewing cereal at the kitchen table.

"He came here after his jog, and his shirt was drenched with sweat, we wouldn't want him to get sick, would we?" Goose said setting another bowl for his son, as he sipped on his coffee.

He didn't know how those two had so much energy in the morning.

Bradley pouted and sat down, "He better not touch my other stuff."

"Why would I want to touch your other stuff, I don't want anymore chicken feathers on me," Jake said wrinkling his nose.

"Asshole."

"Dickwad."

"Jerk."

"Chicken shit."

"Okay boys, enough, and eat your cereal. Go play nice or something after breakfast," Goose said rolling his eyes as he ruffled both of their hairs as he walked to the living room to watch the morning news. Leaving the sounds of protest behind him.

Children.

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #bradley rooster bradshaw #nick goose bradshaw #MotherGoose #mavdad #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun 1986 #top gun fandom #top gun fic #fluff #jake hangman seresin needs a hug #fanfic

[dabislilbaby]

Kenma Fluff <3

@haru-x-ren @electricnovaa

It's late when you finally make it home after a long, exhausting day. "Ken?" you called, entering the mostly dark apartment. "In here." He called back from your room. You sighed, glad that he was home, before taking off your shoes and putting your keys on the hook.

The door was cracked open and you could see faint light seeping through as you approached. You found him sitting at his computer with his headset over one ear. Not surprising. He glances at you before putting his attention back on the screen. "Hey." was all he said. You smiled softly. He never did talk very much, but you didn't mind. "Hi." you replied. He moved his hand away from his mouse to grab the bottle of water sitting to his right. As he took a sip, you leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I'm gonna take a shower."

"Okay." He set his drink back down and glanced at you one more time as you walked away from him.

~

He saw the bathroom door open out of his peripheral vision and it pulled his attention away from the screen for just a second. He turned his head quickly to catch another glance at you before he looked back at his game. He noticed how your hair was still slightly damp, and you were wearing one of his shirts that just barely covered past your hips. He paused his game and turned to look at you, moving his chair back a few inches. Before you walked past him, he reached his left arm out in your direction. "c'mere." he said.

You looked up from the sound of his voice. "Ken, m' tired." You mumbled, rubbing your eye with the back of your hand. "I know." He kept his arm stretched out to you and just stared, waiting for you to move closer. And after a few seconds you relented. You stepped closer to him and as soon as you were in reach, his hand held onto your waist as he pulled you into his lap. You settled yourself comfortably on his thighs and he moved his chair forward, caging you in between him and his desk. He unpaused his game and you buried your face in his neck, resting your cheek on the hood of his sweater. You felt his chest rise and fall as he took a deep breath, the smell of you shampoo filling his nose. He wasn't very good with words, but he liked when you were close to him like this.

When he'd enter a cutscene, he'd take his hand off the keyboard and rub small circles on your back, or your thigh while he listened to them talk. He wasn't surprised when he looked down to see you asleep on his shoulder, occasionally mumbling something incoherent. He smiled, and then kissed the top of your head.

A/N: I've mentioned recently that I've been in a little bit a a rut when it comes to writing 🙇🏽‍♀️ I haven't been able to find the right amount of motivation or creativity to write anything, and it's really been bugging me bc I have so many unfinished projects in my drafts that I wanna share with you guys😭 but I think this might (very much so a big maybe) have been what I needed to get me back into it. So... hopefully I'll start posting fics again🥲

P.s. I know most of you follow me for MHA content and I'm still 100% posting for the fandom, but I think I'm going to start dipping my toes into other ones as well since I've expanded the list of animes I've seen and fell in love with

🖤🖤🖤

#first time posting outside of the mha fandom #but im so fixated on kenma that i had to write something #kenma kozume #kenma x reader #kozume kenma #hq kenma #haikyuu x f!reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #kenma fluff #kenma fanfic #kenma x y/n #kenma x you #kenma x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #kenma kozume x reader #kozume kenma x reader #kenma haikyuu #haikyuu kenma #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #nekoma #haikyuu nekoma

[sharedramblings]

Just For You

Summary: Cold weather. Dry lips. Larissa.

Author's note: A silly idea made by my silly little mind. The longer this stays on my drafts, the stronger the urge to just delete it completely.

Additional note: Just want to thank @yourlocaldisneyvillain @sapphicsbeloved @saphire-scribbles for letting me know of your thoughts on the last fic! I was having doubts if I should keep it posted so I'm glad you found it alright. :)

And to answer @digital-demise (who I can't seem to tag) yes, that's the game I had in mind. I agree that it's a classic! I love how it challenges the teamwork and dynamics of the players. I'm glad you recognized it.

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A shiver runs down your spine again so you momentarily stopped checking the paper you were grading. You looked at the fire on your left, still offering you additional warmth in the rather cold weather. You chanced a glance at Larissa, and you saw her still laser focused on her laptop which brought a smile on your face. You love seeing glimpses of her while she's busy.

But before you can fully stare and take her in, you shook your head out of it, forcing yourself to finish the ungraded papers on your table.

Spending the last few hours of the workday on Larissa's office has been integrated on your day for months now. A spare foldable table is permanently stored in her office, waiting until your classes are finally over. This routine started to remedy the unfortunate matter of rarely seeing each other during the weekdays due to work, and also because you always want to accompany her on the walk through her chambers once she's done with the day's workload. The good night's, the handholding, the little squeezes in between, the light conversation, the shared smiles, and the kisses– well, those were just some perks you always look forward to when you reach your destination. You were absolutely smitten, and you took pride in that fact.

You can see that you only have a few more papers left, and you're annoyed that you have to stop once again. It's still the weather's fault but this time you weren't trembling from the cold, but rather chewing on your bottom lip as you felt how dry it is.

—

You turn your attention to your bag, searching for the short tube that would aid you in your current problem. You checked your purse, it's not there. You also checked the various pockets, hoping you put it there but it's not in any of it. So you decided to look in the entirety of the bag, hands moving your things on the side yet you still came up empty-handed.

You're confused. Where did you place it? You tried again. Maybe second time's the charm.

No, it apparently isn't.

You sighed before facing Larissa. It's a long shot, but you'd still take it. "Rissa? Have you seen my lip balm?"

She glanced at you, head slightly tilted at the side before she hummed her yes. She stood up and walked towards you, stopping on the side of the table in front of you.

"Open up" Her eyes, which seem fixated on your lips, affirms what she was pertaining to.

You gave her a quizzical look, but you decided to do it after a few seconds. She could have just told you where it was so you could have applied the lip balm on your own, but if she wants to do it, then you'll let her be.

She leans down, the pad of her thumb tracing your lips before proceeding to caress your cheek. You hold your gaze up at her, her undivided attention making your cheeks heat up.

You didn't have the time to question why she's leaning even further when her lips met yours in a kiss, your eyes instinctively closing at the contact. A shiver runs the length of your body, now for a different yet very much welcome reason, as her tongue follows the path that her thumb traced on your lips. You let out a hum, your hand shooting up to stroke the back of her hand that's still holding your face. Her tongue claims your mouth, and you allow her to explore, too drunk on her kiss to think about anything else.

When you felt that she's about to pull away, you went to chase her so as to not end the kiss, but the hand in your cheek prevented you from doing so.

"How's that?"

You slowly blinked multiple times, eyes finding hers. You ran your tongue on your bottom lip, still reeling from the kiss. You just stare at her for a bit, your mind yet to form any coherent thought. The slight raise on her eyebrows was what made you talk, "Is that a new brand of lip balm?"

She nods before muttering the confirmation, playing along with what she started.

"I think it's my favorite" She chuckles at that, a proud smirk adorning her face. Despite the smirk though, you noticed the faint blush in her cheeks. She's just as affected as you are.

"It's exclusively yours, darling"

"I sure hope so. I'll fight anyone who dares try them" Larissa laughs at that. Her eyes shimmering with adoration.

You grabbed her hand, placing a small kiss on the back of it. You felt her squeeze your hand before she goes back to her chair.

"Oh, and before I forget, your lip balm is hidden on the stack of papers"

You crane your neck to look, and there it is. The embarrassment flared up the heat on your cheeks. It slipped your mind that you placed it there.

Larissa could have had easily told you where it was, but then again she seemed to have a plan in mind. One that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter widely.

"Thanks. I don't want it anymore, though. I already have my new favorite" You playfully said as you kept the lip balm safe in your bag.

Her answering smirk made you blush even harder. You knew then that you'll be distracted to finish the rest of the papers in front of you, but you'll still try nonetheless.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ARI FIRST THINGS FIRST I'M SORRY I DIDN'T TAG U I DIDN'T WANNA PRESSURE U OKAY I'M SORRY second of all how many of them can i ask about bc......... what if i wanna know about all of them? what then ari???? have u thought about that?????? okay okay no but i do NEEEED to know about sappy drunk!sugu bc helloo??? that sounds so good and also woLFY SUGU AND LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD????? you're crazy i'm so obsessed already and actually sick!satoru too bc he's gonna be such a baby i need to hear about it OK ONE MORE BECAUSE NOBARA??? OH MY GODD SKATERGIRL NOBARA PLEAAAAASEEE that's literally genius wow i can't wait to hear about all of them i'm so excited!!!!!!!

- @softgirlgonehaywire

MICKEY PLS DONT APOLOGIZE PHSJDHD i wasnt planning on doing it at first cause i didnt know if ppl would be interested 😭😭 BUT then i saw that u and everyone else was doing it so i immediately caved AND IM SO GLAD I DID u picked some of my personal faves !! ari/mickey connection going steady hehe

i’d apologize in advance for making this long but i feel safe w u this is just our average communication let’s go <33 here is some tea for u while u read !! 🍵

OKOK SOOOO first of all ; sappy drunk!sugu x reader….. yes. this one is sooooo special to me its been downright rotting in my drafts since the beginning of time and its literally all written out ?? but i need to delete some stuff n polish it overall….. </3

BUT yeah the plot is basically just: sugu goes out to a bar w satoshoko, gets drunk even though he literally never gets drunk, and so reader discovers that he is, in fact, the sappy kind. (shocker!) it’s just sooooo sickeningly fluffy and he’s so whipped. ☹️☹️ he’s like a puppy. all he can think of is reader and how much he wants to put a ring on their finger HE’S SOOOOO

here are a couple snippets hehe. literally just disgusting amounts of Fluff for my soul

sho 🚬 : anyway he’s been asking me where u are for the past ten minutes pls come i can’t stand him sho 🚬: he’s crying. you: HUH???????? you: WHY??? 😭😭😭 sho 🚬: dude i dont know sho 🚬: pls come get him he’s being so sappy that satoru’s abt to throw up

”— and i have you.” a stutter of your heartbeat, a jolt throughout your chest. his stare almost burns, but you can’t avert your gaze — suguru looks positively lovesick. admiring you with a dreamy gaze, as if he can’t believe you’re real. he reaches a hand out; cradling your face with one big palm, the rough pads of his fingers smoothing down your skin so very gently. smearing his fondness from your jaw to your cheekbone, so loving your breath hitches in the back of your throat. a soft, content sigh spills into the air, like a prayer that doesn’t need any words. his smile is serene.  ”my angel.” that peaceful smile changes shape, shifting into a big, giddy grin. it lights up his whole face. a chuckle leaves his lips, content and delighted. ”i’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

”sugu,” you whine, dragging his name out childishly. ”we need to sleep…” ”sorry,” he only murmurs, muffled into your skin. he doesn’t stop, though, planting a wet smooch on your cheek, and then another. you squirm a little in his hold, and he emits a shaky breath. ”jus’ love you so much…”

i just think sugu has so much love in his chest that he like Never lets out bc he knows it can feel overwhelming unless he shows it in small doses but then he gets drunk and everything just SPILLS out . idk but my knees would buckle

AND THEN ….. wolf/hunter!sugu x little red riding hood!reader OHHHH MICKEY IM SO HAPPY U ASKED…. this concept entered my brain and has Not left even once but its still just this vague idea in my head. im just so interested in fairy tale aus!! i figure its probably gonna end up kinda twisted? or maybe a mix between sweet/twisted if i can pull it off 😭😭 bUT the main idea is that sugu plays the part of both the wolf AND the hunter, reader doesnt know who to trust but sugu is their only option either way. at first i was thinking of making him like a whole Wolf Man but now im leaning towards it being more symbolic … the trustworthy hunter was the ”wolf” all along yk? IM SO FOND OF THIS ONE i cant wait to write it !!! ive been itching to write something a lil more gritty anyhow :33

AND AND SICK!TORU X DOTING!READER ….. our babyboyyyy he’s so :((( he’s just so sick and delirious and trying to convince reader that he’s Fine Actually but he’s just burning up :(((( and so he has no choice but to face the terrifying reality of Being Taken Care of By Someone He Trusts. horrifying. as soon as he’s slightly better he’s just throwing himself over u and begging for kisses though (he’s an opportunist <33)

this is another one that’s just veryyyy fluffy n sweet!! AND another one that i have written out i just need to delete a lot of stuff bc its like . over 10k i think I GOT CARRIED AWAY OK…… 😭😭

aaand here r some snippets from this one!! just overflowing w gojo love <333 he’s our sweetiepie our little baby angel i need him tucked into bed

”really, baby,” he slurs, voice raspy and dry. attempting to get up, arms straining under his shivering body. ”there’s no need f’ —” unceremoniously, his limbs give out beneath him, and he tumbles back down. face falling back into the mattress, as he croaks out a meek little wince. (the sound makes your heart squeeze tightly in your chest.) ”ah,” he hums, muffled into the sheets. resisting the urge to close his eyes. ”that’s… annoying.”

”baby, i think my fever’s going up again…” satoru pouts, looking up at you. ”can you check?” a raise of your eyebrow. you give him a smile. ”this is the fifth time you’ve asked me to check your temperature, toru.” ”just wanna make sure,” he whines. ”please?” an exaggerated sigh. then you’re leaning down, soft lips meeting his forehead, humming against his skin — and, just like last time, and the time before that, his temperature hasn’t gone up. ”you’re good.” ”oh, thank god,” satoru exhales. ”are you sure? like, a hundred percent sure? maybe you should check again. just in case.”

”you’re cute,” satoru croons, still cradling your cheek. tenderly, soft fingertips against your heated skin. all you manage is a meek little furrow of your brows, but that only makes him chuckle again. after a silent moment, you part your lips. ”… you can.” he blinks. still smiling. ”stay forever, i mean.”

yeahhhhhh. yeah. u know how it is. (i am consumed by love for this silly little 28 year old man)

AND FINALLY LAST BUT NOT LEAST … skatergirl!nobara x reader <333333 my most beloved ever. i only have a vague outline but im sooo in love w this concept mickey im overjoyed that it caught ur eye….. just . picture nobara being covered in hello kitty band aids bc she’s not very good at skating but she just thinks it’s SO fun and she goes to the skate park w maki while wearing acrylic nails and she’s just having such a blast :(( grinning and giggling!!! she’s literally my daughter i adore her ….

my idea for the fic is basically just that reader has this weird one-sided rivalry w nobara bc they’re a bit jealous of her + she’s so pretty it makes them angry LOL and they assume that she doesnt notice them at all… but in reality nobara is like HIGHKEY crushing on reader she does these complicated flips JUST to impress them she’s a lovergirl!!! so it’s basically just super duper fluffy n sweet hehe <33

TYSM FOR ASKING MICKEY i had to take my time w this one hehehe . i hope u’ll enjoy these fics when theyre posted although it’ll probably take a while… COVERING U IN KISSES WATCH OUT

#THESE R ALL SOO PRECIOUS TO ME ☹️☹️ precious wips for a precious mickey #wolf/hunter!sugu literally makes me insane btw like completely unhinged #imagine meeting a hunter and he’s so reliable so strong so capable. he’s the only one you can trust. #he keeps you safe and warns you of wolves and you pretend not to hear the way his gravelly voice sometimes shifts into a growl #the way his grip around you turns just a tiny tiny bit painful . he’s just so kind. he’s the only one you can trust. the only one you have. #YKNOW??????? like hes soooooo . i dont like thinking abt twisted variations of sugu often but he’s so <333 in small doses #ANYWAY ty mickey i hope u eat a super good meal today like so good u fall into a coma right after #ask tag ✩ #mickey !! ✩

[kellyscowboy]

꒰✧ᯇ✦꒱ BROOKLYN RED

ᯇsummary ! ✦ in manhattan they'd call it a sin, but race's wearing brooklyn red for him ᯇpair ! ✦ spot conlon x racetrack higgins (livesies) || inspired by Tennessee Orange by Megan Moroney & these (one) (two) posts by @crystallized-twilight ᯇvienna’s thoughts ! ✦ uhhh i definitely think this could be better but i just wanted to get it out of my drafts tbh LMAO. i swear the next piece or writing will be better :') 1249 WORDS © 2023 , 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲

"Racer!" Spot groaned. "I give up. Ya ain't never gonna learn the damn song."

Racetrack smiled and took a drag from his cigarette. "Well, I like the teacher betta than the lesson anyway."

"No amount of flattery can make up for how badly ya butchered our song," Spot laughed. He continued to speak, but his words were lost in the night.

The lights on the Brooklyn Bridge gave Spot a certain glow. One that made his skin look like that of an angel. Racetrack couldn't help but stare as he watched the boy laugh. He wanted to listen to Spot, he really did, but how could he listen to him when he was so beautiful? He tries his best to focus, but who could if Spot was sitting in front of them looking like a gift from God?

Race wanted to tell him every one of his thoughts. How Spot's laugh was probably what Heaven's trumpets sound like, how gorgeous his eyes were-

"I mean, honestly, how do ya mess up the wor-"

"Red's definitely your color." And he winced because that was definitely not what he had meant to say. It didn't even begin to cover half of what he was thinking.

Spot smiled and cocked an eyebrow. "Red's Brooklyn's color, Racer."

He groaned, "I just meant- It looks good on you. Like, really good. Ya look heavenly right now. You sure you're real?"

"Pretty sure. Speaking of red," Spot shoved his hand into his selling bag and pulled out a crumpled shirt. "I know you'll always be Manhattan, but... I thought, maybe, you could play Brooklyn sometimes too?"

Race moved to grab the shirt and exchanged it for the one he had been wearing. He scoffed, mostly at himself. "God, the boys would kill me if they saw me wearing this."

"Ya still ain't told anyone 'bout us?"

"Have you?" Race snapped, slightly defensive.

A beat.

"No." Spot admitted as he adjusted his hat. He crossed his arms, defeated and grumpy. Race slumped down with him, he intertwined their fingers and let his forehead bump into Spot's neck.

"I didn't mean to snap at'cha." He sighed. "I just- I don't know how to tell ''em that the Spot Conlon—the one who left us for dead during the strike (hey!)—is my sweetheart. Hell, how am I supposed ta tell 'em you got me wearing Brooklyn red?"

Spot rolled his eyes. "I did not leave you for dead." A shrug. "You're all still alive, aint'cha?"

Race smiled fondly and rested his forehead against the others. "Yeah, I guess we is."

"I'm glad you are," Spot whispered. Then he straightened himself and pushed Race an arms-length away, and held him there. "Because if you weren't I woulda never seen how good you look playing Brooklyn."

He laughed and shoved Spot's cap—which was really his own; he had been sporting Spot's actual cap ever since the time they went to the racetracks—over his eyes. "Don't forget it's just playing. I'm only Brooklyn in your dreams."

"Damn right."

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Race flipped the shirt in his hands over and over again. He stared into the deep red that felt so much like home that it almost made him sick to his stomach. God, if anyone saw his damned red shirt. It was just a stupid shirt, but holding it in his hands felt like treason.

"Hey, Racer. Haven't seen ya in a while; where ya been?" And his heart dropped into his stomach as he rushed to crumble up the shirt and shove it under a blanket. Jack threw his hat onto a random bed before addressing him again. "Woah! Ya good, Racer? Ya look like you'se a ghost or somethin'."

"I'm alright. Hey, uh," it's now or never, "I've gotta tell ya somethin'. But- Listen, you can't tell the other guys, they'll probably kill 'im."

Jack's eyebrows furrowed, concern flooded his expressions. He leaned against a bed frame with his fists clenched. "Did someone hurt ya, Race? Did'ya mess with some dame and her fella got at ya?"

He couldn't help but laugh. "I'm fine, Kelly. Seriously. You've taught me better than that. Kind of."

The strike leader all but sighed with relief, then sat down on the bed across from Race. "So, what'dya need to tell me? What, ya done sellin' papes or something?"

"No, no. I'm still sellin' papes. I don't got enough money ta quit." He paused. "I might've... met someone."

Jack smiled, crossed his arms and leaned back in amusement. "And?"

"And... he's really good to me. He's got these eyes and they're... they're so blue that it's almost scary. Ya know the kind? He holds doors open for me, stop laughing. And he ain't made me cry yet. Which is saying somethin' for him." Race was looking down at his hands, a stupid smile beating the embarrassment to his face. "He ain't from 'round here, but he still- He still feels like home, ya'know?"

"I know the feelin'. Who's the fella?"

Race looked up, only to meet Jack's eyes just for a second. "Ya can't tell the other fella's, Jackie. I mean, they'd probably call it a damn sin-"

"Racer, come on. They ain't like that-"

"No. Not 'cuz of that, not 'cuz he's a guy. 'Cuz he's..." Race sighed and dragged a hand over his face. "He's got me wearing Brooklyn red, Jack."

And to that, Jack let out a long sigh.

"I know! Brooklyn ain'tcha best friend. Hell, they ain't no-one's best friend." Race started to grin a little again. "He, uh, he took me out to the bridge last Saturday."

"Oh, so that's where ya run off to. To betray us." Jack teased. He even reached forward and gave Racetrack a playful punch to the shoulder.

Race's smile was back in full force. "Anyway. It wasn't nothing like 'Hattan, but nothin' ever will be. But man, I'd like to personally thank whoever made the lights on that damn bridge. Ain't neva seen someone look like that. He looked like a damn angel."

"Well, I can't say I'm not disappointed-"

"I'm sorry Jack. It's just... man, I like him a lot. I'm even learning that stupid Brooklyn chant."

Jack laughed. "Race. I'm not actually disappointed, I'm just messin' with ya. But everyone looks better in 'Hattan colors. Can't deny that." He stated, pulling at his own shirt.

"Obviously. But that smile he carries with him makes ya forget all that. I mean, the grin he had when he made me try on a Brooklyn shirt; made me think I should only ever wear red for the rest of my life!"

Jack grinned and shook his head. "Well, well. Neva seen you so smitten over someone. So, what? Ya Brooklyn now?"

Racetrack laughed. "Never. Not even Spot's smile could make me crazy enough to leave 'Hattan."

"Ya fella's the Spot Conlon? Man, you ain't dating a fella from Brooklyn. You're basically dating Brooklyn itself!"

"I know."

"Listen, Race. Manhattan's gonna loves ya. Even the traitor part of ya." Jack leaned forward to grab Race's shoulder. "If you're happy, we're happy."

Race let out a sigh of relief.

Like a tidal wave, the rest of the newsboys poured into the lodging house. Jack gave the other boy a wink━a promise of secrecy━before he reached under the blanket, pulled out the Brooklyn shirt, and jumped up to wave it in front of the crowd. "You guys won't believe who Racer's swoonin' over!"

"Jack!"

~

#if this is bad just squint and it might be better! #i hate my writing someone send help #anyway!! #very different from what i wrote last time #country music is so good i wont apologize #i only edited it once so bare with me #posting it so that i don't have to deal with the guilt of it in my drafts #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #sprace #newsies #livesies #newsies live #broadway #newsies broadway #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ newsies // oneshots ❥ #☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... writing

[icechippies]

The crossover you didn't ask for but are getting anyway!

Writing a DHMIS and TWOMP crossover has been on my list of things to do for a while now and this has been in my drafts for ages.

I'm not so certain about Red Guy's characterization and I didn't look at other fan characters because I looked at the DHMIS fandom once and saw some things I will never unsee (no offense to the fandom. I am glad you guys are having fun, it's just not for me)

Anyway, here you go:

He woke up in an uncomfortable plastic seat. One of many such seats occupying the area. There were other people around too, mostly sleeping uncomfortably in their own seats or watching the clock on the wall slowly tick the seconds away. A man with a teddy bear for a head snored in the seat next to him. Headache-inducing fluorescent lights buzzed in the ceiling louder than the flies that kept running into them with a repetitive tapping noise.

"Number 277,546?"

He looked down at the yellow card in his hand. It said 277,546.

"I think that's me."

The old lady behind the counter looked at him from behind glasses that sat too far forward on her nose.

"Give me your card." he handed it over and she punched a hole in it, adding one more small circle to the thousands of others that covered the ground like confetti and formed piles in the corner of the room.

"Go down the hall to the last door on your left. A member of the welcoming committee will help you fill out your paperwork."

"Oh, uh, ok, thanks." He wandered down the hall. His footsteps against the dirty carpet tiles were the only noise as the ticking of the clock faded away.

He had a complicated relationship with quiet. On one hand it was nice, certainly much better than loud, but he just couldn't relax when it was quiet. Quiet, without failure, always meant that something was about to happen, usually something bad. He much preferred something in between quiet and loud, like listening to his friends talk. It was far from stimulating conversation but they were rarely interrupted by anyone who might make things bad. All in all it was similar to his complicated relationship with dark.

He reached the end of the hallway and stepped into the open door way of the last office on the left.

There was a person facing away from him digging through a filing cabinet. They had long wavy black hair and a blue hoodie.

"Hello? Are you the welcoming committee person?"

The person in blue jumped a bit before pulling out a few papers and turning around with a big grin on their face.

"Hello and welcome to the void!"

They had a lot of eyes. He was fairly certain that most people didn't have more than two but this person had blinking white eyes covering their face and neck, even going down to the back of their hands. He was being looked at by all of them. Almost expectantly. Oh. He was supposed to respond.

"You have a lot of eyes." Wrong response.

Luckily the person was still smiling, "Thank you! My great great grandpa always said I had my mother's eyes. And my father's. And my grandparents', for that matter." they placed the papers on the desk and sat down, gesturing to the other chair, "go ahead and take a seat, I'll help you fill out these forms and then we can go find your new home. " they clicked their pen a few times before preparing to write on one of the papers. "My name is Argos. And yours is?"

"I'm- I'm not actually sure."

"Is that first name Not, middle name Actual-?"

"No, no. I don't know my name." now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure if he ever knew his name, or if he even had a name in the first place.

"You don't know your name?"

"I don't know, I'm just the big red guy I guess but that doesn't really work without the other two." He shifted in his chair awkwardly.

"I could put in a filler name for now and you could complete another form later to change it if you happen to remember your name or decide on a new one?"

"That works I suppose."

"How about I just put in first name Red, last name Guy?"

"Yeah, I like the sound of that, for now at least."

"Great! Now, the faster we get these forms done the faster I can show you to your new home."

"Just checking, there's not going to be any singing or anything?"

Argos furrowed his brows in confusion. "Not unless you turn on the radio or sometimes the television I guess. Why do you ask?"

"It's nothing." Red Guy made a mental note to never turn on the radio or the television, "let me see those forms."

#The word yours should not exist I hate it #Ta dah #my fanfic #Dhmis #don't hug me i'm scared #red guy dhmis #twomp #the world of mr plant #argos twomp

[miniaturetalekitten]

Kitten!! Hello! Oh my, we haven't talked in a while. It felt like an eternity!

I just wanted to pop in and make sure you're okay <3

So yeah, how have you been? Were you taking care of yourself? I hope nothing bad happened during my absence

1.) Hello ♡

A whole eternity..

I'm relatively fine, just scared about my future. divine, what a tender question, I swam in the arms of selfless caring! No worse, no better, all honest.

Nothing bad, sunshine, nothing)

After such a lull, of course, I somehow remembered that I was also looking forward to when this or that person would start posting their work, and now I also somehow relate to them, oh.

And I was seriously thinking about the archive, that my ideas were worn out, that all this should be left (?) maybe this is a stupid reason, no, I'm not leaving Tumblr, I'm just going to stop posting my drawings, I probably didn't expect this from myself.. it seems that everything was fine recently, I had fun creating more and more drawings, such an outlet was from the notion that someone gets pleasure from it. I haven't forgotten it, I won't forget it!

I still draw Baldi, and here I always tried to show in my opinion decent works + drafts, I don't know if it's right, such a dissimilar feeling that I let everyone down. I don't know anyone here, I just feel light in my heart every time when people are doing what they love, they see that I, too, adapt and rejoice with someone, in real life for sure, and interaction with them is no exception. I love being alone for a long time, but without people, I feel sad, if it were an ordinary Tumblr, where the world is like a different one, I would be glad for that too. That's where it makes sense.

In order not to make sad at all, I prepared another song text, where I returned to that unknown character named Herobrine, from Minecraft. Is it strange to love something that doesn't exist in the game? And it happens, I somehow fell in love with this mysterious hero a long time ago, I often began to return to my old interests, they fueled interest in Baldi, whom I still loved much more, more than anyone ~)

I'm sorry for such an oversight at the very beginning, I don't hope that the song will comfort (it's sad, as it seems to me) it will be something at least. As a gift to you)

Thank you for the recognition of justacasualfoxsblog, that I'm wonderful! YOU TOO! 🤗💘

WHY IS IT HARD FOR ME TO EXPRESS MY GRATITUDE WHEN IT'S NICE, BECAUSE I'M SO SPEECHLESS?

1.) Здравствуй! ♡

В течение целой вечности..

Я в относительном порядке, просто боюсь за своё будущее. божественно, какой нежный вопрос, я поплыла в объятиях бескорыстной заботы! Не хуже, не лучше, всё честно. Ничего плохого, солнышко, ничего)

После такого затишья, конечно, я как-то вспомнила, что тоже с нетерпением ждала, когда тот или иной человек начнет публиковать свои работы, и теперь я тоже как-то с ними связан.

И я серьезно думала об архиве, что мои идеи были изношены, что всё это должно быть оставлено (?) может быть, это глупая причина, нет, я не покидаю Tumblr, я просто собираюсь прекратить размещать свои рисунки, я, вероятно, не ожидала этого от себя. Кажется, что в последнее время все было хорошо, я веселилась, создавая всё больше и больше рисунков, такой выход был от идеи, что кто-то получает удовольствие от этого. Я не забыла, не забуду!

Я до сих пор рисую Бальди, и здесь я всегда пыталась показать на мой взгляд приличные работы + черновики, я не знаю, если это правильно, такое непохожее чувство, что я подвела всех. Я никого здесь не знаю, я просто чувствую свет в моем сердце каждый раз, когда люди делают то, что они любят, они видят, что я тоже адаптируюсь и радуюсь с кем-то, в реальной жизни наверняка, и взаимодействие с ними не является исключением. Я люблю быть в одиночестве долгое время, но без людей, я чувствую себя грустно, если бы это был обычный Tumblr, где мир, как другой, я была бы рада за это тоже. В этом есть смысл.

Чтобы совсем не расстраивать, я подготовила текст песни, где я вернулась к неизвестному персонажу по имени Херобрин из Майнкрафта. Разве странно любить то, что не существует в игре? И бывает, что я как-то влюбилась в этого загадочного героя давным-давно, я часто стала возвращаться к своим старым интересам, они подогревали интерес к Бальди, которого я все ещё любила больше, чем кто-либо~)

Прошу прощения за та��ую оплошность в самом начале, я не надеюсь, что песня будет утешать (это грустно, как мне кажется) это будет хотя бы что-то. В подарок вам)

Спасибо за признание justacasualfoxsblog, что я замечательная!!! ТЫ ТОЖЕ! ПОЧЕМУ МНЕ ТРУДНО ВЫРАЗИТЬ СВОЮ БЛАГОДАРНОСТЬ, КОГДА ОНА ПРИЯТНА, ПОТОМУ ЧТО У МЕНЯ НЕТ СЛОВ!?

2.) I exist - for so long,

I'm disappearing- not soon.

Find me

A big dead end.

I'll say in silence:

Let's forget?

People shouldn't be bothered by the unknown,

You know me,

That's enough.

You'll understand that.

I walk and wander,

Where and when, it doesn't matter.

I don't know why I need it,

While others are running away.

I'll give them a sign,

It's good for me to stay alone,

Has anyone dared to get lost?

It's not my fault.

Chorus:

I don't go there,

Where there's a lot of you,

You'll forget right away,

Who will become more visible.

I don't go there,

I don't understand all the goals.

I don't want there to be footprints.

My dream is far from ideal.

I don't go there,

Where there's a lot of you,

You'll forget right away,

Who will become more visible.

You see,

far from the whole truth,

My life is just a program.

There's no point in scaring,

Those who don't know.

About secrets, in Minecraft.

If you want, look for it yourself.

I'm just

following my sounds,

Don't worry,

I won't disturb yours sleep, I won't.

You will be happy, somewhere out there,

on a par with nature.

Remind yourself of your rules.

Chorus:

I don't go there,

Where there's a lot of you,

You'll forget right away,

Who will become more visible.

I don't go there,

I don't understand all the goals.

I don't want there to be footprints.

My dream is far from ideal.

I don't go there,

Where there's a lot of you,

You'll forget right away,

Who will become more visible.

2.)

Я существую - так долго,

Я исчезну - не скоро.

Найди меня

В большом тупике.

Я скажу в тишине:

Давай забудем?

Людей не должно беспокоить неизвестное,

Ты знаешь меня,

этого достаточно.

Ты это поймешь.

Я хожу и блуждаю,

Где и когда, это не имеет значения.

Я не знаю, зачем мне это нужно,

в то время как другие убегают.

Я подам им знак,

Мне полезно побыть одному,

осмелился ли кто-нибудь заблудиться?

Это не моя вина.

Припев:

Я туда не хожу,

Там, где вас много,

Ты сразу же забудешь,

Кто станет более заметным.

Я туда не хожу,

Я не понимаю всех целей.

Я не хочу, чтобы там остались следы.

Моя мечта далека от идеала.

Я туда не хожу,

Там, где вас много,

Ты сразу же забудешь,

Кто станет более заметным.

Видишь ли,

это далеко не вся правда,

моя жизнь - всего лишь программа.

Нет смысла пугать

Тех, кто не знает.

О секретах в Майнкрафте.

Если хотите, поищите это сами.

Я просто

следую своим звукам,

не волнуйся,

Я не буду тревожить твой сон, не буду.

Вы будете счастливы где-нибудь там,

наравне с природой.

Напомните себе о своих правилах.

Припев:

Я туда не хожу,

Там, где вас много,

Ты сразу же забудешь,

Кто станет более заметным.

Я туда не хожу,

Я не понимаю всех целей.

Я не хочу, чтобы там остались следы.

Моя мечта далека от идеала.

Я туда не хожу,

Там, где вас много,

Ты сразу же забудешь,

Кто станет более заметным.

3.) It's no longer a new drawing! And the picture is for beauty.~

3.) Это уже не новый рисунок! А фотография для красоты.~

#baldi #baldi basics #baldi's basics #baldi's basics in education and learning #bbieal #fanart

[go-learn-esperanto]

I'm browsing through my drafts and damn I wrote this in January. Still think it should be posted

Ours Poetica mini chapter review that I started writing some time ago (edit: HAHAHA SOME TIME AGO. 4 MONTHS AGO IS MORE LIKE IT. Future me knows) and I just now managed to be in a head space to continue! It's a really heavy chapter. Ours Poetica is already heavy but this chapter really takes the cake.

[read the chapter tw because this one goes there, it really does]

So… spoilers.

*heavy sigh* man.

This fic is like you are in the thickest fog imaginable and you just want to have a little bit of sun.

The beginning where you have Ranboo and Tubbo running for their lives while trying to find Tommy in the house, terrified of what they would find, and Techno has yet to realise what is actually happening... And then they are hit with the Tommy's discarded thoughts and oh gods how is that gonna end.

In a way I feel awful, in another I feel glad that it happened. Here's the thing — Poor Tubbo and Ranboo are literally having an anxiety attack over the possibility that Tommy tried to commit suicide again (very thankfully that wasn't the case but they still don't know that) and that's heartbreaking on so many levels. And I hate to say this but I think on the other hand this was good thing to scare Wilbur and Techno to make them realise that what's wrong is not a small thing and they need to get their shit together quickly.

Also, so many people, Tubbo, Ranboo, Sam, Puffy and Dream (and Ponk although they weren't involved in the searching for Tommy) care so much about the kid. That really warms my heart.

The only thing I have to criticize, mainly Puffy and Dream although I completely understand and don't really fault them, is that they were concentrating their anger too much on Wilbur... I know they don't know the full picture but I think in a way Wilbur is just as broken as Tommy. A good proof of that in this chapter is the flash of memory Tommy had when talking with Sam:

(I’m not a monster, he had heard his brother weep once, late in the night after another screaming match with Dad. His brother had slipped into his room after, had tucked himself under Tommy’s covers, comforter and all, and had taken his little brother’s hand. Promise me, he had pleaded, brown eyes round and glistening in the faint breath of Tommy’s night-light cast upon his cheeks, promise me I’m not a monster. And Tommy had done so without hesitation)

(Now, he wondered if he could say the same thing about himself)

That family needs help as a group and all their problems involve Phil dealing horribly with grief which literally affected all his 3 sons. Wilbur practically raised Tommy. And when Wilbur couldn't handle it anymore and left, Phil just... Didn't really act as a parent. Now that Wilbur and Techno are back he actually tries to know what Tommy is doing for once in his life, but Wilbur did notice something was wrong anyway. However Wilbur is an emotional disaster that loves his father (because most sons do, it's all they know) and will have to admit that his father neglected them and was not great at the cost of the fragile family stability that exists at the moment. And he says a lot he doesn't mean. And that's a problem. He's a jackass then cries. He's simultaneously the best and worse person to go in that family to talk about your feelings.

When he was mean to Tommy he came back to Techno's room to have a breakdown about it. His idea of family is crumbling apart and he notices and he doesn't want it to happen but he needs to let it so they can get better. I think Wilbur realised this when Ranboo and Tubbo angrily and panicked screamed at him to see Tommy. He let them.

Poor Ranboo... He really... Almost had a panick attack. And it was very understandable and Tommy's brothers don't know and suddenly Techno finds that scrapped poem and they are forced to see... I hope after the scare they can do something about themselves. They aren't being bad siblings on purpose.

The situation is so complicated.

And Sam fucking deciding he wanted to marry Ponk while being on a run because the whole slam poetry group was worried for Tommy's life made me feel so guilty for finding it such a funny situation...

The part at the end with Tommy and Sam was just gorgeous. It's so sorrowful but relatable. I wish it wasn't because that does say something about me.

I really didn't want to copy paste so much but this really resonated with me.

“They don’t talk about how much you mourn before you attempt suicide.” There was a hollowness there, as if his words were coins dropped into a well with no end in sight, forever hurtling downwards. Forever falling. He licked his lips, tasting the dew of dawn’s arrival on his tongue, the aftermath of midnight rain. With a heavy swallow, he continued: “They don’t talk about that dread. The way you sit on the bathroom floor for hours with a pill bottle in your hand, and really think to yourself how much will I be missing if I do this? If I succeed? If I…‘give up’?

“You know, I cried for days before That Night, trying to say goodbye,” a bitter laugh lodged itself in his throat, trapped in the quivering folds of his voice box, “I thought I had made peace, had said goodbye to everything worth loving. I was already counting out the pills and playing my favorite songs and it hit me like bam, I will never get married. It was like-like a shotgun. A bullet hole; I won’t get to see my own wedding day, hell, even my brothers’ wedding days. And for some reason that…that terrified me.”

(…)

“And I don’t even know if I want to get married, or if I’m even into that romantic stuff, but, like, that thought of ‘holy shit I don’t even get a chance’…that was the scary part, y’know?” He ignored the way in which his eyes stung, how with every sentence his tongue grew heavy. Long gone was that furious little beast inside his chest, replaced with a mournful howl that rattled his ribs and had his stomach flipping. He bit the inside of his cheek: he had to keep it together. He couldn’t let Mr. Sam see him break. “And knowing that, sitting alone on a bathroom floor knowing that I was going to die alone, it hurt, you know? Like, I would never get to do those teenager things—never go to prom, never get my driver’s license, never, fuck, I don’t know, fall in love? Have my first kiss? I was giving up all of that! But there was no future for me, and it was pointless to keep pretending there was. I was tired of living a lie, but somehow coming to terms with that truth, that this was it for me…it hurt so much.”

Thinking about this almost always makes me cry. Because it's so true, at least for me. A lot of times the person who's thinking about committing suicide is just so scared of doing it. Not the because of the act itself funnily enough, but because of the consequences. In a way I think that fear can be what saves you from going with it.

But suicide ideation is so much more than sadness or anger or egoism, it's so many dark things mixed together in the worst combination and you either feel alone because nobody cares about you or you think you're just making everyone's life worse by staying, which is obviously a lie. I think this chapter made an amazing job at explaining the feelings behind suicidal thoughts while showing that in the end, there's always someone that cares, and will really wish for you to stay. And it's actually worse if you go, so much worse.

#ours poetica #mcyt #sbi #sleepy bois inc #tommyinnit #suicude tw #pills tw #overdose tw #fanfiction #suicide ideation tw

[belligerentbagel]

Alebar, the dragonborn wizard -- pencil to completion, with some alternate palettes from a WIP check-in with her player. 

#dnd #dragonborn #wizard #character design #wip gif #draws #left this in drafts for a while but! i'm still glad with how the lighting and palette selection turned out

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

In The Shadows

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: It has been months since the falling out between the Avengers, Steve was on the run from Senator Ross but most days you felt like he was still close by

Warnings: None

I apologise for not being active, I'm settling into school and still adjusting to the change but I hope I made up for it with this little oneshot, truth be told I had this sat in my drafts for a while now. Nevertheless thank you guys for understanding and being patient with me xo

MASTERLIST

----

Pulling you beige sweater closer to your frame you strolled along the quiet streets of Dublin taking in your surroundings of the place you now called home

A few months back when Senator Ross brought up the Sokovia Accords you had immediately made your mind up

You needed a way out of the life you were living, yeah you loved the adrenaline rush that came with getting the missions done and saving people during the process but it was time that you stepped away

Your boyfriend on the other hand, not so much. Steve believed that the Avengers could've gotten through the rough patch that you've hit as a team following the events of Lagos

But unfortunately there was no point of return especially since the huge fight between Rogers and Tony. Steve understood your reason for not siding with him but that didn't stop him from hiding his disappointment

Walking past a busy pub your eyes peered through the glass window a small smile etched onto your face as the loud chatter and music could be heard through the walls. Shifting your gaze a bit something caught your attention in the reflection staring back at you

Steve?

Coming to a hault you spun on the balls of your feet, crashing into a man knocking his phone out of his grasp. The device flopped onto the pavement and you apologised repeatedly lowering yourself to retrive the man's phone for him

Straightening up you handed the guy his phone, eyes scanning the opposite sidewalk in hopes of catching a glimpse of the super soilder whom you missed dearly but with no such luck you lowered your head and continued walking in the direction of your apartment complex

Steve internally cursed himself for disappearing into the alleyway. For months now he had been trying his best to stay close to you without being sniffed out by Ross and his goons. It's been hard on him but he knew that he couldn't compromise himself even just to be with you for a few minutes, so he watched you from afar

Releasing yet another sigh Steve adjusted his baseball cap and stepped out onto the sidewalk. He could still see your retreating frame, this time there was a difference in your walk. Your shoulders sagged and you kept your head bent, he could feel how disappointed and heartbroken you were

And he hated that he was the reason. Crossing the street Steve made a direct b-line for the alleyway that he knew was a shorcut to your home

He was tired of running

The night's air became colder with each passing second as you walked up the pathway leading to your complex. You headed up the staircase greeting your neighbours along the way until you finally made it to the third floor

Fishing your keys out of your pocket you jabed it into the lock and stepped into the dark room, flicking the lights on as you turned to lock the door. Turning around you forgot how to breath for a second, you couldn't belive that he was here

Steve was here

"Doll" both your eyes were blurred by the tears threatening to fall as you closed the distance between you two. He looked exausted, his eyes had bags from the lack of sleep, a beard now graced his face. Reaching up you raked your fingers through it and he nuzzled into your touch

"You're here" kissing the palm of your hand he nodded, pulling you flush against him by your hips. You wasted no time in wrapping your arms around his torso glad to finally be in his arms again

"I never left sweetheart"

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[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

All in My Head | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! This was a request from @breakablebarnes, who described this ic idea as "dark and meta", so obviously I'm here for it.

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"Your eyes are glowing and I'm holding your hand You ask if I'll run with you up to the edge Hands on my waist and fingers running through hair Well, I know that it's all in my head...

If the stars ain't showing, the whiskey ain't burning Well, I'm still gonna be your girl When we both stop growing and they dig us deep Yeah, I'm still gonna be your girl..."

The light of the sunset had your apartment glowing gold. Bucky's body leaned up against yours, letting you play with his hair while the two of you watched the classic Gene Kelly musical, Singin' in the Rain. As Gene Kelley swept Debbie Reynolds into his arms near the end of You Were Meant for Me, Bucky nuzzled in closer to you. "How have I not taken you dancing yet, sweets?" he asked as he turned to face you. An unexpected chuckle fell from your lips at his question, making him cock his head to the side with confusion.

"Buck, I don't have any idea where- people don't really go dancing anymore. If you go dancing these days, it's at like, a rave or a nightclub" you told him, "I'm sure that's not the kind of dancing you're looking for." A disappointed frown twisted his lips downward and he sighed out a huff. Then, without a word, he was up off of the couch.

He turned off the tv and pushed the coffee table out of the way with no effort at all, creating a makeshift dance floor right in the middle of your living room. He flew across the room to his record player and pulled out his favorite Frank Sinatra record, letting the sweet sound of your favorite Sinatra song, Be Careful, it's My Heart slowly fade in through the crackling and popping of the record.

"May I have this dance, gorgeous?" Bucky asked as he offered you his shiny vibranium hand. A warm sensation took over your cheeks as you accepted his proposal, letting him pull you up off the couch and into his arms. His hand found your waist and yours wrapped around his neck as the two of you began to move with the music. "I don't think anyone's ever asked me to dance before..." you murmured against his chest, making Bucky stop moving completely.

"Oh, doll. That's criminal," Bucky said, clearly disturbed by your confession, "if you were my girl back in the day...I would've taken you dancing every Friday night- would've bribed the band to play a slow one for us". He pulled you tighter against his body and hummed in approval at his favorite sensation: your body pressed against his. "I'm glad I found you now, though..." he continued, "there's no way I ever could've left for the war if you were my girl. Probably would've ended up a draft dodger". The thought of Bucky leaving for the war, being gone from you for so long and in such a dangerous situation, made you press yourself even closer to him. You let your eyes close as you rested your head against his warm chest, listening to his heartbeat and letting it remind you that he was right there with you.

"I would've waited for you, Buck," you murmured against his chest, "I would've written you letters and counted down the days until I got to see you again". Your promise hit Bucky strangely, reminding him that he never would've even gotten the chance to come home to you. He quickly swatted the thought from his mind, instead quietly singing along with the music:

"Remember it's my heart. The heart with which so willingly I part. It's yours to take to keep or break, But please, before you start, Be careful, it's my heart."

He crooned along with Sinatra until the song ended, being replaced with more crackling and popping sounds.

When the warmth of Bucky's body began to fade from your touch, you allowed your eyes to slowly flicker open.

Before you sat your living room-dark, empty, cold. The coffee table sat in its correct position- not shoved out of the way to make room for a dance floor- and there was no record player in the corner. The only light in the room came from the screen of the laptop that sat balanced on your thighs. Your hands remained frozen, poised over the keyboard and ready to type. The flickering of the cursor on your screen drew your attention as you read the last sentence of your fic over again:

"He crooned along with Sinatra until the song ended, being replaced with more crackling and popping sounds".

A sudden ache took root in your chest, filling you with a sense of loss, a sense of loneliness. It had felt so real- you could’ve sworn you were really there with Bucky, slow dancing in your living room. The emptiness you felt at his absence clawed at your heart and ripped it to shreds, leaving you hollow. Not only was this man not in your arms, he wasn’t even real. Something resembling grief took hold of you, as you yearned for the touch of a person you’d never meet. You mourned his smile, his gentle touch, his oceanic eyes, the way he held you close-

Only one thing could take the awful sensation away, and so you let your eyes close once again, diving back into the world in which you were Bucky's girl- the world that was all in your head.

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[hereforhalstead]

Not an Angel

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested: yesss!

Can I say how much I love your writing and how I'm so glad I have your notifications on as I was making it a daily task to check your page for a new post! If you could write 13 and 14 from general with some spice that would be great - I know you'll do it so well and come up with the best concept that I cannot wait to read Thank you from Spain xxxxx

• Warnings: swearing

• Summary: You turn up at Jay’s apartment after a halloween party and he isn’t best pleased with your outfit choice

• Words: 1585.

• A/N : Quite a short one for me! Has been sat in my drafts half finished for a while so thought it was time i finally finished it.. Thanks so much for this request and I hope you like it xx

Hope you enjoy!

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It had been a long night, the thought of trudging back to your apartment wasn’t appealing to you in the slightest. You hadn’t even consumed a drop of alcohol so easily couldv’e driven but even that seemed too much of a task. Instead, you remember the offer Jay propositioned a few months ago but yet again reiterated this morning after learning you’d be out all night at a party near him 

‘Feel free to crash at mine if you want, you know where the key is’

As you left the party, the sun was peaking through the clouds and you knew you’d fucked up. You were only supposed to go for a short amount of time but when you’re in a club with no clocks, one hour turns into two and two soon turns into many many hours later.

On your way to his place you tried to call but no answer, still dreading getting back to your apartment just a few blocks over, you decided to still make you way over to his. After all, he was the one who offered?

Reaching to grab the key from the top of the plant pot besides his front door you laughed at his stupidity ‘For a Detective you’re not that smart Jay’ you chuckled. Turning the key in the lock you quietly entered his apartment, tiptoeing through the front door and flicking on the light you got the fright of your life when Jay was already stood waiting for you.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” his voice was stern, even though his eyes were squinted from the sudden bright light you could see the darkness shining through his stare. You leant on your hip as you crossed your arms, trying to cover the low scoop neck of the costume but knowing it was too late as you could feel his gaze already roaming over your body. 

“It’s my halloween costume” you grumbled, trying to keep your eyes from dropping to the grey sweatpants that were hanging low on his hips “That’s not a costume” he let out a condescending laugh “thats lingerie”.

Your eyes widened at his comment, the sinister smile on his face as he leans on the doorframe “You don’t look too mad about it Halstead” you hit back, turning to walk into the kitchen knowing full well he would be watching your every move. Putting an extra swing in your hips as you walk, flicking your hair as you strut was giving you an immense sense of confidence. Feeling the burn in your back from his gaze as you pour yourself a glass of water, looking up through your eyelashes to see him still standing his ground in the doorway. 

Leaning on his side with his arms folded across his exposed chest, every gulp of water you took you could sense his eyes were still on you “Why don’t you take a photo Halstead?” you tease, pouring the water out from your glass into the sink and placing it on the side “You can put it in your bank for later”. You offer a flirty smile but the way  his arms tensed told you he wasn’t as amused. 

“I can’t believe you went out like that” he tuts, running a hand along his brows in frustration “I can’t believe they let you” he murmers under his breath but due to it being the very early hours of the morning causing the silent atmosphere, you heard it loud and clear.

“I’m sorry?” you raise your brows at him, making your way out of the kitchen to copy his stance of leaning against the doorframe “They let me?” you question, aware of the fact your crossed arms were exentuating your cleveage and Jay was also quick to clock on. 

“Eyes are up here, Jay” you taunted, chuckling as he came back to life to bring his eyes up to you “You know what you’re doing” he sighed, padding his feet along the floor to meet you in your spot.

You shrugged innocently, batting your eyelashes with a pure smile “Don’t know what you’re talking about?”. You straighten up to now be stood directly in front of him, allowing him to tower over you as you feel his breath lightly hitting your forhead. The tension was building, the pair of you waiting for the other to break the thick air that had grown in the apartment but neither of you wanted to crack first.

You almost flinch as after what felt like an endless amount of minutes Jay reaches to place his hand on the side of your face with a huff “What am I gonna do with you?”, you were grateful to see the glint in his eye along with a slight lift to the corner of his lips as he was clearly enjoying this as much as you. 

“You don’t like my costume?” you tease, tilting your head to lean into his touch but this was soon redacted. He dropped his hand to trace the diamantes that outlined the corset of your angel costume with a shake of his head “Oh I like it”  he lets out a huff of laughter as you shiver under his tenuous touch “But I don’t like that everyone got to see you like this”. 

You tried to cover the harsh gulp but the smirk spreading across his face told you he knew the effect he was having on you “Do I make you nervous, baby?” you could hear the confidence laced in his voice and that alone made you weak at the knees but you were desperate not to just fall into his arms in a helpless mess.

You shook your head, concious of the strain that would be on your words if you tried to verbally respond, also being paired with just not knowing what to say. You and Jay always had a flirty banter with the others taking the piss of how bad you wanted each other but being too resilient to give in.

You constantly had a feeling it would eventually boil down to one of you being unable to resist the tension any longer but you didn’t expect it to be so soon, nor did you expect Jay to be the first to fold with the look of hunger and possession he was currently glaring at you with but you certinatly didn’t have any objections.

“Lost your voice?” the smugness in his voice was getting to you, you so badly wanted to bite back but it was like every word you’d every learnt had been pushed out of your mind. You knew he was expecting a come back, something he could use as more leverage. You couldn’t meet his expectations, the things you were focusing on were mainly staying up right and the fact he was still standing over you shirtless and giving you perfect vision of the intensity of his chest rising and falling every second the silence went on. 

“I think I should go” was all you could mumble, thinking it would give you a second or two to regain yourself as you step towards the door but before you could even turn you were stopped by his hand grabbing onto yours “I don’t think you mean that”. 

You took a deep breath as his hand settled on your hip, grasping at your skin to pull you into him “It’s four in the morning for christs sake, I’m not gonna let you walk home alone”. His voice changed to have a slight softeness that you weren’t expecting, when he grabbed your hand there was a very big part of you that visioned being pressed against the wall in a matter of seconds and you can’t help but try and push down the dissapointment that was growing inside of you.

“If you want to go home, I’m coming with you” you both knew you didn’t want to leave and you cursed yourself for how well he knew you. You’d barely said two words and he had you under his thumb “But I just don’t think you do baby”.

Your heart skipped a beat everytime he called you by the petname, something he often did out of pity or in a joking manner but there was no joking or humor in his tone and you never knew how much you’d craved him to use the name on you so bad until now. 

"No” was all you managed to spit out, followed by a deep sigh you didn’t know you were withholding. You watched as a grin formed, paired with what seemed like a sudden tightness of the grip he had on your side “You wanna stay?” he questioned which made the urgency you had for him multiply as even during the heat of the moment he still wanted to check you were comfortable and on the same page. 

You nodded, placing your hand on the back of his neck to take the loose hairs between your fingers with a light tug. Even this wasn’t enough for Jay, who tried not to get distracted by your actions and stay focused “I need to hear you say it”.

“I don’t want to go home Jay, I want to stay with you” you reassured, pressing a light kiss to his jawline which earned a low grown to escape from his throat “Not so much of an angel after all, are you baby?”

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The Babysitter

Single-Dad!Sebastian Stan X Fem!Reader

Summary: After your sister-in-law gets you a babysitting job, you and Sebastian fall in love.

Warnings: mentions death by birth (briefly) and fluff.

A/n: HI!!! Sorry, I accidentally posted the first draft 🤦‍♀️ but this is the exact same thing just not with the ask. I absolutely loved the idea!!!

You parked the car making your way upstairs. Knocking on the door it was answered by a man maybe 3 years older than you at the most. Behind him you could see a little boy hid poking his head around the corner, he couldn't have been older than 7. He had short light brown hair and bright blue eyes, that was obvious he got from his father. You recognized him from your nephew's class.

"Hello you must be y/n! I'm Sebastian, the spy back there is Julian." He said shaking your hand.

"Nice to meet you." You smiled at him before looking back at the boy. "Hi there hunny."

"Hi." Julian waved shyly.

"Come in." Sebastian welcomed. He was going out to meet up with Chris Evans since he was coming in town. So that's where you came in, you were the aunt of one of Julian's friends from school, along with babysitting for a few of his other friends. "Jule, come all the in and introduce yourself." Sebastian urged the young boy.

"Sorry tata." Julian said running over hiding behind him. "I'm Julian!"

"Nice to meet you Julian! I'm y/n." You smiled.

"I'm going to my toys now." He told his dad before running off.

"He's a delight when you get to know him." Sebastian promised. "Let me give you the run down."

———

"And bedtime is 9 no negotiations, he will try." Sebastian finished listing down the rules.

"Got it I think I can handle that. When will you be back?" You asked him.

"Uh probably around 11 or 12... You can sleep on the couch if you'd like, Netflix is signed in as well." He said.

"Okay got it. Go have a good time. I can handle Julian. Go have fun with your friend."

"Yeah uh sorry I don't leave him much. Julian!! Come say bye." He shouted. Soon the ocean eyed kid came walking into the living room.

"Bye daddy!" He hugged his dad.

"Bye buddy. Be good for y/n." Sebastian kissed his son on the top of the head and left.

"Okay. You have an hour till bedtime how about we got you in jammies and we watch a movie?" You asked.

"Yeah!! Can I pick!"

"Of course!" You smiled as you followed him to his room. "Okay pick your jammies."

"These ones!" He pulled out a pair of Captain America and Winter soldier pajamas. "My daddy is this one." He pointed at one of the characters.

"Woah! That's cool! Need any help?"

"No."

———

A tipsy Sebastian came stumbling into the apartment. He tossed his keys in the dish and went to the living room with intent to just crash on the couch. He had forgotten all about you until he saw you asleep with your feet on his coffee table, and Julian sleeping in your lap one of your hands resting gently on his back. Madagascar playing quietly in the background. He smiled, he wasn't sure about leaving Julian with someone other than his mom and step-dad. He's been raising Julian as a single dad since the day Julian was born. His mother passed giving birth. In those seven years, he's never found a woman worthy of him, and definitely not worthy of being his son's mother figure. It could be the lack of trying, or it could be that when he did try the women didn't like sharing his attention with Julian. That's why when he first saw you at his son's school, he didn't walk over.

He thought you were pretty, and wanted to ask you on a date but just couldn't work up the courage. When he did, you were already leaving, with a boy he recognized as his son's best friend. When your sister in law suggested to him you as a babysitter, he took her up on the offer, getting your number from her.

"Oh your back." A quiet voice whispered. He snapped from his thoughts seeing you rubbing your eyes with one hand keeping the other on Julian's back.

"Yeah." He smiled. "Here let me get him." Sebastian stumbled forward still tipsy.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Just go get ready for bed. I'll get him in his bed. And uh could I sleep here tonight on the couch of course. I think I'm to tired to drive." You gently stood before lifting the 7 year old with some struggle.

"Of course." Sebastian yawned before leaving to his bedroom. You smiled going to Julian's room tucking him in before making your way back to the couch and laying down. Sebastian came out a few minutes later but decided not to disturb you once he saw you about to fall asleep.

———

You shuffled away to the sound of sizzling on the stove. Looking around you saw Sebastian cooking while Julian sat on the counter talking to his dad about the night before. You yawned alerting the men of your consciousness.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." Sebastian smiled at you.

"Morning!" Julian said happily.

"Morning. What's cooking?" You asked sitting up.

"Eggs! I'm helping!" Julian exclaimed. You chuckled walking over.

"Okay Jule go get dressed I gotta talk to Y/n." Sebastian helped his son off the counter.

"You got it, Tata."

"Why does he call you tata?" You asked curiously.

"We're Romanian." Sebastian explained.

"Nice. What did you need to talk about?"

"First you need paid... And second I was wondering if I could maybe take you out for dinner sometime?" Sebastian asked nervously.

"Sure, I'd like that." You smiled.

"Daddy!!! Can I have a lollipop in my lunch today?" Julian asked running in breaking up the moment.

"Sure." Sebastian smiled.

"We'll set up times later." You whispered.

———

That day was almost 6 years ago now, you're been married for two years. Looking back you knew your sister in law was playing matchmaker for you. Not that you cared, you met your now husband and the father of your kids, Julian and Grace.

"Mom! Can you help me?" The now 13 year old Julian asked holding his tie. "Dad's busy with Gracie.

"Of course Hun come here.

"Thanks mom." Julian smiled.

"Hey dragoste? Where is Gracie's new bow is?" Your husband shouted.

"I left it with her dress." You explained. Your family was off to a premiere for one of Sebastian's movies.

"Oh! Found it!" He shouted.

"Okay here-" You started helping your son with his tie.

Once Sebastian was done dressing the 1 year old he made his way into the living room where you were just finishing tying Julian's tie.

"There you go. Very handsome." You smiled kissing your son on the forehead. Sebastian loved seeing your relationship with his son grow. He didn't expect that dinner those years ago would've led to this but he sure was glad.

"Tata! Whatcha think?" Julian said noticing his dad.

"You look great!"

"We need a photo! Julian hold you sister for one photo." You said. Sebastian laughed passing Gracie to Julian.

"Okay mom."

This was your family. Sebastian was so happy watching all the mornings you dance around with Julian in the kitchen while making breakfast. He hopes that Julian's birth mother would be proud of how far their family has came.

"Well lets go!"

A/n: halfway through writing this I realize... The actor who plays billy maximoff in wandavision is named Julian as well. 🤣

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[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

"A drunk villain topping a sober yet submissive hero?🙏"

Request #9

Warning: nsfw.

A fun little idea! This is also the last request from my old blog's inbox, which I'm glad about because my current inbox is already filling with new requests. (Keep 'em coming tho! I love your ideas!💖)

I also gotta say, I've been on fire recently! I've been writing so much I got drafts saved and ready to be posted! Hopefully, I don't jinx myself here lmao.

Anyways, enjoy! ^^

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Hero weaved through the crowd of criminals, wine glass in hand, as they kept an eye out for their target. They have been sent out on a mission by Organization. They were to find Villain, capture them, and at last bring them to justice.

The hero was currently at a ball being held by Supervillain. Their disguise consisted of state-of-the-art technology forming a hologram over their entire body, making them look like Other Villain, with whom Villain is on good terms. Combined with a voice changer, they would no doubt fool the villain and catch them off guard.

Hero's plan was pretty basic. They were going to find Villain, drag them off somewhere away from the party, pin them down, and cuff them.

"Simple, but effective." - they thought to themself. The hero's only issue now was that they still had no idea where the hell Villain was-

"Well, hello~." - a voice slurred from behind Hero, and before they could even turn around, an arm hooked around their shoulders, and Villain's ugly mug was right in their face.

Getting into character, the hero responded, "Ah, Villain! It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Mmm, sure has. Hey, how's about we... make up for lost time, eh?" - the villain asked, leaning even closer to the disguised hero's face, running a finger down their jawline suggestively. The smell of alcohol wafting off them made Hero's eyes sting, but they played along nonetheless, "Well... I don't see why not~."

"Oh, this is perfect." - Hero thought. They have been preparing for this for weeks. They had to catch Other Villain a few weeks back, just so that they could pull this off. And out of all possible outcomes, this was the best and most convenient one.

"But perhaps let's go somewhere more... private." - the hero suggested, dragging Villain along down a nearby hallway. The other did not resist, letting 'Other Villain' pull them into a random bedroom as they drunkenly giggled to themself.

Hero locked the door behind them, and before Villain could react, they grabbed their arms and pinned them down on the side of the bed, turning off their disguise.

Villain looked surprised, then confused, and then something seemed to click in their head.

"Oh, my. Hero, if you wanted to have some fun that badly, you could have just asked~."

It was the wrong thing that clicked. Hero's face heated up at the other's words. They found themself at a loss. And in their surprise failed to realize that their hold on the villain had loosened.

Villain, drunk out of their mind, somehow noticed their slack hold, and before the hero knew it, their positions had switched. The villain was on top of them, pinning their arms above their head and grinning down at them, their bodies pressed against each other.

And as their crotches brushed, Hero's face turned beet red. They couldn't stop a shudder from running through them as the villain whispered in their ear, "So, how about it, Hero~? Wanna play~?"

The hero tried to stutter out an answer but found that they couldn't. They looked for a possible way out, and to their surprise, noticed that Villain's grip wasn't as strong as it could be. They have been pinned down by the other plenty of times in the past during their fights, so they knew that they could easily escape right now.

...

But did they want to?

Hero could feel their blood rushing down to their sex as the villain rubbed against them. They knew they shouldn't be letting this happen, but... Villain just looked so hot like this. And their touch was making the hero want more.

"F-Fine, let's play." - the villain only giggled in reply and locked their lips together, kissing hard and with need. The feeling distracting the hero's senses. They inhaled sharply as the other's grip suddenly increased. Have- Have they been pretending to be weakened?!

Hero could not escape anymore, and honestly...

...they didn't mind in the slightest.

As their kiss continued, Villain dragged the hero to the middle of the bed. Releasing their wrists, they ran their hands down Hero's chest and then began unbuttoning their shirt. In their drunken state, however, they struggled and tore the shirt open out of annoyance.

Hero whined a bit at the sight of the loose buttons flying and decided to ruin the other's shirt the same way. They went to grab the fabric and tear it off the other, only to have their hands pinned at their sides.

A "Tsk, tsk." sounded in their ear as Villain scolded them, "You don't get to touch me unless I say so." - the sudden chiding caught the hero off guard, and they couldn't stop the pit that grew in their stomach from the villain assuming control.

"Understand~?" - Villain asked, their lips brushing against the shell of Hero's ear, eliciting a small gasp from them. A wave of pleasure shot through them as the other nibbled on their earlobe.

"Y-Yes." - the hero managed to mutter out, somehow already breathless. Barely anything has happened yet, so why were they freaking out so much?! Why did- Why did it feel so... good to be below Villain like this?

Was it just the danger of letting their nemesis have control over them? The adrenaline of being at their mercy?

The excitement of being so close together?

"Good~." - the villain purred above them, running their hands across every bit of Hero's torso, dragging their nails down the other's back, arching it and making a shiver travel down their spine.

The hero had to bite back a moan as the other ground against them once more. They wanted to pull the rest of Villain's clothes off but knew that they couldn't, that they weren't allowed to.

That powerlessness only served to turn them on further. Hero clawed at the plush bedsheets below them, bunching up the fine material between their fingers. The villain chuckled at the sight, leaving a trail of kisses down the other's neck. Going down their chest, they bit the hero occasionally, bruising their flesh and making them whine needly.

Villain went even lower, tugging down the hero's pants, but only slightly, not enough to reveal their sensitive genitalia. They left even more kisses on them, licking their skin, making Hero inhale shakily and wonder what the villain's tongue would feel like just a little bit lower.

That pondering only worsened as Villain forced their legs apart and mouthed them through their pants, teasing the hero, who this time couldn't help the moan that slipped past their lips.

Hero tried to grab the other's head on instinct. They wanted to keep them there, for that sweet feeling to continue but stopped themself halfway, remembering how the villain forbade them from touching them. They grasped at the bedsheets once again, knuckles hurting from their hard grip.

"Good hero~." - Villain praised, making the hero blush even more, as they turned their head to the side, trying to hide and smush it into the pillows. Their face, however, was back on full display within seconds as the villain suddenly pulled their pants down further and took Hero into their mouth.

The hero couldn't stop the curse that left them alongside Villain's name, which they began to moan louder the more the villain licked and sucked at their privates. The feeling of the other's teeth teasingly dragging down them made Hero's back arch again, and the threat of Villain being able to bite down on them made their insides twist.

They whimpered as the villain suddenly pulled away from them, only to swallow the lump that had formed in their throat as the criminal stripped themself of their remaining clothing, revealing themself to the hero lying below them.

"Like what you see~?" - Villain asked, giggling. The alcohol in their system still making them giddy. Hero could only stare at them, impossibly red in the face as they answered, breathless, "Yes."

The villain leaned forward, once more looming over the other, and the hero whined at the sight, pleading, "V-Villain, please can I touch you? Please, I- I want to touch you, please."

"Aww, begging already?" - the villain teased, taking hold of Hero's hips and positioning themself against them. The hero went to beg more, but only a mixture of a moan and a whine left them as Villain slid into them without warning.

The villain's pace was slow and surprisingly steady, considering how drunk they were. Hero held onto the bedsheets like their life depended on it. They wanted to touch the other so, so badly.

Villain leaned down and caught their lips in a light kiss, running their hands up the hero's sides, making them squirm. A gasp left Hero as the villain hit them in the right spot. The other grinned and pushed against it, again and again, thrusting in quickly and roughly, but slowly pulling out and then repeating the cycle until the hero was begging them again.

"F-Fuck! Villain, please!" - Hero yelled across the room, their mind so clouded with lust that they have forgotten all the enemies that surrounded them, all the villains and criminals alike partying just a short distance away. So many people, which wouldn't hesitate to kill them on sight.

Villain merely grinned. They could feel their orgasm coming closer and decided that they have messed around for long enough, "Hero~..."

Said hero focused on them, as best as they could anyway, and exhaled weakly as the villain's words registered in their clouded brain.

"You may touch me~."

Hero wasted no time hooking their limbs around the other. They moaned as their lips crushed together, as Villain began to pound into them without mercy.

The feeling of their skin against each other, the sheer amount of intimacy, and physical contact quickly drove the hero over the edge. And as they yelled out the villain's name, they too felt their blissful finish wash over them.

As the two began to gasp for air, slowly coming down from their high, Villain slid off of Hero, whose eyes were closed as they tried to steady their breathing.

The hero's eyes snapped open, however, at the feeling of power suppressing cuffs locking around their wrists.

"W-Wait, what is-" - they tried but were interrupted as the door suddenly burst open, and Supervillain's henchmen flooded the room, followed by their boss.

"Are you quite done yet?" - the supervillain asked Villain, an impatient look on their face that only made the villain giggle, adding to Supervillain's annoyance.

"Yeaaah, I guess I am." - the villain responded, ignoring the shocked hero beside them as they got up from the bed and approached the supervillain.

"Unless you wanna have some fun too~?" - they asked, leaning against the other criminal, still very much but-ass naked.

Supervillain only pushed them off and growled out, "Ugh, don't touch me. You smell like heroism and righteousness. Disgusting."

"Aww, but then... don't you wanna make me smell like chaos and evilness, again~?" - Villain playfully pushed, stretching their body in a teasing manner.

The supervillain only grumbled under their breath, "Oh, you stupid fucking..." before turning to their henchmen and barking out some orders at them.

The henchmen grabbed Hero and left the room. Supervillain relocked the door behind them and proceeded to drag Villain back towards the bed.

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[fruitcoops]

Can you do one where it turns out greyback injuring Remus way back years ago was actually caught on camera and that video of young remus getting his shoulder ripped is like released at a hockey game on the screen or maybe just put online and everyone sees what happens Omg please I'm begging you to do this!!! ILYYY

Hello anon! This is a really interesting idea and I’ve been thinking about it for a while--the NHL doesn’t allow security cameras in locker rooms, but I assumed there would be audio somewhere from one nearby. People who leak ~scandalous information~ on the internet are literally the worst.

Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for graphic descriptions of injury (mostly the sounds)

“How did this happen?” Remus asked, wincing internally at the tremor in his voice. He was shaking from head to toe; it was a miracle he hadn’t started screaming yet. Then again, he wasn’t sure that he would be able to stop. “How the hell did this happen?”

“We don’t know,” Alice said quietly in the chair across from him. “This information was confidential and we haven’t even presented it to the NHL board for review. Someone must have leaked it to the press.”

“Why does this keep happening to me? First Sirius, and now—” He pressed his lips together as his voice cracked. There were a few beats of silence. “Why did you call me in here? I already saw it on the internet.”

“We need you to confirm it was you and Fenrir.” Alice looked him in the eyes. “If you don’t think you can listen to this, Remus, that’s okay, but it will help us build a stronger case to get him punished.”

He took a deep breath. “Can—can Sirius come and sit with me for it?”

“Of course.” She stood and left the room, leaving him alone with the coach.

“You’ve listened to it, haven’t you.”

Arthur nodded. “I’m so sorry, Remus.”

“I don’t need you to be sorry, I need people to not look at me like some sob story.” Bitter fury rose in his throat, though he wasn’t angry with Arthur. “I worked hard to get there and even harder to come back. I’m done dwelling on the past. This is going to undo everything and I’m sick of it.”

“Did the team know?”

“I told some of them when Sirius was at All-Stars.” Remus knew Arthur remembered the fight; he had chewed Sirius out for it as soon as practices resumed. “Didn’t tell my parents, though.”

Arthur closed his eyes and let out a long breath. The door clicked open behind him. “Re?”

“Hey, baby.” Instant relief washed over Remus, though he still felt like he would lose it at any moment.

Sirius settled into the chair next to him and held out his hand—Remus took it immediately, scooting their chairs closer together so their shoulders touched. “Are you ready?” Alice asked, picking up a remote. Remus nodded.

The video was grainy, but the audio was pristine. A few voices—familiar voices, I remember them clear as day—jumbled together as the last members of the team filtered out of the locker room. “See you tomorrow, Moony!” one called over his shoulder. “Great game!”

“Bye, Tags!” Remus said from inside. Did I really sound that young?

The hallway outside the locker room was empty; he heard himself shifting around inside as he stretched out. Left thigh, right thigh, left calf, right calf, reach and roll. “Hey, Lupin.” Fenrir’s gravelly voice made him freeze and Sirius rested his other hand on top of theirs.

“Sup, Backer.” A light smack signaled their fistbump. “That was a beautiful goal you had at the end of the third, by the way. The scouts definitely saw.”

“They certainly did. Are your folks here tonight?”

“Yeah, Jules was so excited. He’s been bouncing off the walls for the past couple days.” The unbridled fondness in his younger voice was a balm. Jules had been convinced that he would be drafted to the NHL right after that game.

“They’re saying you’ll be number one.”

“Really?” Young Remus laughed. “I dunno, man, there are a lot of players this year. You and me are neck and neck, right?”

Dumbass! he wanted to shout. Just shut up for once! “Neck and neck,” Fenrir muttered, barely loud enough for the camera to pick up. “Hey, do you need a hand with your stretches?”

“Sure, thanks. Might have a bruise from your pads tomorrow, eh?” The friendly joke made him wince. More shuffling noises followed. The hall stayed empty.

“Here?” Fenrir asked. There was a dangerous edge to his voice and Remus swallowed around the sudden dryness of his mouth.

“Yeah, that’s—okay, that’s actually a bit too far, can you let up a bit? Fenrir, you’re pulling too hard.” Panic seeped in. “Fenrir, stop, you’re hurting me—”

There was a horrible cracking noise and younger Remus’ strangled shout cut off abruptly as his shoulder came out of the socket. He squeezed his eyes shut and gripped Sirius’ hand. If he focused, he could still feel Fenrir’s fingers pressing his face into the mats.

“‘Look at me, I’m Remus Lupin, I’m the fastest player on the ice and I’ll be number one’,” Fenrir mimicked as Remus’ agonized whines continued. “You think you’re so clever. So perfect. You’ve never had to work a day in your life. I’m the best player out there and the scouts are fucking idiots if they think you’re better.”

A muffled wail ended with a gasp and a series of pops. “Please—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Fenrir growled. “Look at you now, crying like a girl. You’re never going to tell anybody about this, because I know your secret.” Remus’ breath shuddered. “Oh, yeah, I know all about you. If you even think about tattling, everyone is going to know.”

“Ple—ah.” Sirius’ grip tightened around his fingers as Remus’ sharp cry caught in his chest. The green-tinted video fuzzed out for a moment, but still nobody walked past. Fenrir had planned this well.

“You’re nothing now, Lupin. You are damaged goods and you’ll never set foot on the ice again.” His voice lowered. “If you do, I’ll find you.”

There was a thud as he finally released Remus’ arm and quiet, wheezing sobs filled the silence. “What did you do to me? Oh my god, oh my god, it hurts so much, what the hell did you do?”

Remus tasted something salty on the edge of his lips and pressed his thumb against Sirius’ ring. This was real. This was his. Sirius loved him. The team loved him.

“I did what I had to do. Say hi to Jules for me.”

The locker room door opened a few seconds later and Fenrir walked out, flexing his hand. With the open door, Remus’ hoarse weeping was clearer as he was left alone on the floor. The video ended.

“Remus.” Alice held out a box of tissues, her voice gentle as the screen went dark. He reached out for one, but his hand was shaking too bad to grab it; Sirius took one and carefully wiped his cheeks dry with feather-light touches.

“That was him,” Remus managed around the boulder in his throat. “That was Fenrir Greyback, and that was me.”

“Would you be able to swear it in court?”

“What the fuck do you think?” Remus snarled. Sirius ran his thumb over his knuckles. “Do you want to see the scars on my shoulder, too? What reason do I have to lie?”

“I meant are you prepared to talk about this in front of people?” Alice rephrased, calm and collected as ever. “This is a traumatic event and I don’t want to force you into anything.”

“Remus, you’re a valued player on the team,” Arthur said. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re safe in this league.”

“Don’t look at me differently. Now that you know this, now that everyone knows, people will treat me like I’m fragile. I’m the same person I was two days ago and this will not change how I play.”

“I know.” Arthur folded his hands on the desk. “You’re a fighter, Loops. That’s one of the reasons I wanted you on my team.”

“Do you two need a moment before you head back out?” Alice asked, glancing between him and Sirius. “We’re going to kick the reporters out and then everyone’s going to go home for the day while we talk to the board.”

“We do, yeah.” Remus’ voice wavered and coach stood, following Alice into the hall.

“Oh, mon loup,” Sirius murmured, standing and pulling him into a hug. A kiss pressed against the top of his head and Remus grabbed the back of his soft shirt like it was the only thing holding him steady. “I am so sorry.”

“You already knew.”

“No, I didn’t. You told me, but—” Sirius faltered. “I had no idea how bad it was. The things he said to you…”

“Were wrong.” Remus finished. He had spent so many long nights and dark days convincing himself of that.

“They were wrong. You are not damaged goods,” Sirius said fiercely, pulling back to hold his face in his hands. His eyes were fiery. “Listen to me, Remus. You are not damaged. You are everything to me and I love you for exactly who you are.”

“I love you, too.” Remus’ lower lip wobbled and he rested his forehead on Sirius’ chest again. “Hearing it—I already knew what happened, but hearing it was horrible.”

“It was.”

“I’m sorry I made you listen with me.”

“Don’t be sorry, mon amour. I’m with you through the good, the bad, and everything else. I’m glad I was with you for this.”

“The team…” He trailed off and sighed. “I don’t want them to see that. My folks, too.”

“I think they already have,” Sirius admitted. “But they love you so much and they’ll be here for whatever you need.”

“We have to go sometime.” He took a deep breath and stepped back, rubbing his eyes and kissing Sirius quickly. “Alright, let’s go.”

They made it four steps down the hall before James appeared and engulfed Remus in a hug. “Holy shit, I’m so angry,” he choked out on a harsh breath. “I love you, man.”

“Love you too, J. Where’s everyone else?”

“Inside. I called dibs on first hug.”

“Have they all seen it?”

“Some of it. I don’t know if anyone watched it all the way through.” He sniffled and squeezed Remus tighter. “I don’t know how you came back from that.”

“PT helped.” He closed his eyes and leaned into James. “So did you guys. I couldn’t have made it this far without you.”

“Neither could we.” James pulled back. “Do you want to see them or are you heading out?”

“Heading h—”

“I want to see them,” Remus interrupted quietly. Sirius raised his eyebrows. “It’s going to happen sometime. Might as well be now.”

James nodded and walked over to the locker room door. “Ready?”

Remus laced his fingers with Sirius’. “Let’s do it.”

[daiseukiis]

: ̗̀➛𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓

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─꒱ love showed it’s way in many ways, but never in his life did kuroo tetsuro think this was how his love for would repay him

─꒱ feat. kuroo tetsuro

─꒱ warnings ; angst in the end !

─꒱ notes ; this was in my drafts, n i should update the mlist lmao

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⠀⠀⠀⠀EVERYONE THAT KNEW YOU TWO HAD THE SAME THOUGHT WHEN THEIR EYES LAID ON THE PAIR. ‘perfect.’ you two were just utterly perfect for each other. kuroo especially loved everything about you, in his eyes you were the only perfect one. the way your smile would light up the room, your eyes glittered like a thousand stars in the night, he was addicted to you like a drug always looking for that high.

but why?

"sorry! are you hurt?" a hand was stretched out to you while you laid on your ass. the throbbed pain on your head while your eyes blurred even for a second. you let out groan as your hand touched the part of your head you knew was going to have a bump on it.

"who the fuck was that?" you hissed to the raspy voice that came running your way, only for eyes to widen at a bed haired boy. his arm out for you, gosh you blushed at how handsome he was while apologizing. lost in a daze you blankly took his hand as he pulled you up with much force.

"kuroo, sorry, you got hit by a volleyball."

"i'm y/n…"

i thought i was the one.

"congrats! you two are finally a couple!" your friend had cheered out, bumping you as it caused your body to get flung to the side, but luckily you were able to catch yourself before falling. even the tiniest blush tinted your cheeks, making your friends gush even more about the event.

"you must be glad kuroo smacked you with a volleyball, hey?" yes, it was your first year during a sports festival, and him and his team were playing volleyball near your friends which caused that accident. but you two talked about it and well… got a bit close during second year.

"if you put it that way…" shyly brushing a few strands of hair behind your ears, your friends had continued to scream and gush more about how you two were the perfect couple for each other.

"you're pretty cute, aren't you?" a voice chuckled behind you, arms that wrapped around your waist as it caused you to flinch at the certain contact. you glanced behind, knowing full well who it was. the smile on his lips showed his happiness, and the kiss he planted on your cheeks showed his love.

"i… i could get used to this." you utter out, only softly enough for him to hear. kuroo grinned before nuzzling his face at the crock of your neck making you laugh. you two ignored the squeals your friends made, having you both lose yourselves in your own world.

"i could say the same."

why did it end this way?

"c'mon y/n! you look pretty cute in my jersey!" kuroo boasted, all in front of his teammates as a proud captain showing off his girlfriend. you only rolled your eyes at him, pointing a finger accusingly at your boyfriend.

"see, captain, you better win!" the shit eating grin found it's way to his face, causing you to flinch at the sudden change of atmosphere. in one swift mood he made his way towards you, gripping his hands on your hips and lifting you up. a small scream left your lips as you instantly put your hands on his shoulders to stop the unevenness of his lift.

he twirled you around in the air, but with how close he was to you, your legs had wrapped around his torso and arms around his neck. your one hand brought his face close to your, giving him a nice sweet kiss on the lips.

"yuck! mom and dad are kissing again!"

"kuroo you shit!"

why did you have to choose him.

"y/n! are you okay?! can you hear me?" kuroo screamed out to you, hands which held the sides of the medical bed as he came rushing to the hospital after he was contacted.

there you were, on life support talking to your family. a few bandages here and there but nonetheless, he still found the sight of you breathtaking. you turned from giggling at a man who kuroo has assumed was there in the accident, looking at him with a confused look. yet the words that left your mouth only caused his heart to shatter.

"who are… you?"

i thought you loved me.

"i'm sorry to tell you this… but she has amnesia. due tk the car accident head on, it caused damage to the brain causing her to lose her memories." kuroo's fists tightened, standing in front of the doctor that was treating you.

the doctor let out a sigh, fixing his glasses while holding onto the clipboard of your current status. the lights in the hallway flickered only once, a hitch in the electric system. kuroo couldn't bear to look at the doctor, who now put a hand on his shoulder.

"boy, it must be tough for the one you love to lose memories of you." his tears almost fell to the floor as fast as the clack of the doctor's shoes sounded, his strained eyes staring at the small glass window of your figure talking happily with someone. making gestures as that someone continued to peel apples for you, making you blush and smile. someone that was making memories of your love.

someone that wasn't him.

but i guess it was one sided.

"i'm sorry but… i don't feel the same way about you. it wasn't you who stayed by my side…" you looked at kuroo, your heart strings tugging. the guilt of not knowing your former lover and your memories hurt you. but you could never remember the happy moments you shared with him, no matter how hard any of you could try.

"just… just be happy okay?" his voice cracked, his eyes beginning to wet while you only stood there as you watched him break down right in front of your eyes.

the happiness, sadness, despair and love you both shared was now nothing. it was in the past and you both know nothing could be done once it was done. especially when that love was never given back after a fateful accident.

you nodded your head, wiping the tears that started to run down his face. was this how his love was to repay him? high school had now ended, and the perfect couple people once knew were now nothing but strangers, struck by tragic misfortune.

"forget about me, and be happy." he nodded, the last time we was to feel your delicate hands touch his skin. the last he would feel your soft lips kiss his cheeks. a voice called out to you, the new lover you started developing feelings for after the past year.

"i'll take care of her," daishou had proclaimed as he stood in front of the other captain with a small, 'yeah.' kuroo had only nodded, watching as you stepped back and wrapped your arm around his. a smile that would be flashed towards him wholeheartedly before you walked away out of his life.

"goodbye, kuroo."

this would be the last that he would feel any love from you.

"i loved you first..."

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