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In case you were looking for permission (or an excuse) to talk about the things you've made.
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Too early, Navy. I want cuddles with Stud.
I understand that feeling, nonnie.
A Bit Longer
Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: You need to get up, but Bucky wants to hold you for a bit longer.
Word Count: Over 1k
Warnings: Fluff, pet names, teasing, sugary sweetness, inner monologue, established relationship, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: I really need to stop with the cuddle ficlets, right? Eh. Stud and Smartie, deserve it. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Bucky’s lips were the first thing you felt when you woke up, bringing a smile to your face. They grazed your shoulder as his arm tightened around your waist, keeping your back against his chest. It was a subtle way to say he wasn’t ready for you to leave the confines of your bed. Or maybe he was the one who didn’t want to leave yet.
Not that you blamed him. It was early. Maybe too early. Cuddling for a bit was always a good way to start the day, his embrace warmer than the thickest blanket. Sex also worked as a way to both wear you out and energize you to tackle the day.
Cuddle, hot sex, cuddle again. Wait, what time is it?
“Okay. We need to get up,” you croaked when you finally looked at the clock, trying in vain with a groan to break from his hold when he refused to move his arm or let you up. Any other morning, you’d wiggle back against him to give him a proper wake up call, but that wasn’t today. “I mean it. No time for sexy time. I need to make you breakfast. Feed the cats. You have to work. God, I need to look over my resume again. Work on wedding stuff. I also need to-”
The throaty chuckle beside you stopped your ramblings because how could it not? Why was his laughter so sexy? Why did his mere existence make you stop in your tracks? In what universe was that right or fair?
Actually, it’s fair because I get to marry him.
“First, there’s always time for sexy time. Two, you didn't say ‘good morning’. By the way, good morning,” he teased, turning your body to face him. “And three, hey, look at me. Let’s just stay in bed for another minute.”
Your eyes slipped shut because there would be no resisting if you stared into his. His gaze had a way of pulling you in so deeply some days you feared you'd drown. But if he ever robbed you of your ability to breathe, he’d find a way to give you air.
“Too much to do,” you muttered. You could feel the seconds slipping away and now wasn’t the time to lounge around. “And if I look at you, you’ll turn one minute into two and then three and then four and so on and so forth and such and what have you. I probably wasted a minute just saying that.”
You tried to back up a bit because no way did your breath smell pleasant and Bucky didn’t need that in his face. A hand moved to the back of your head to keep you still. He didn’t have to tell you that he didn’t care about things like morning breath. If he wanted to hold you close, he’d do just that.
No exceptions.
He chuckled again before his lips brushed your eyelids and skimmed down your cheeks. “I just want you to stay here so I can hold you for a bit longer. Is that too much to ask?”
Well, when you put it like that…
You swallowed hard when he kissed the corner of your mouth, your heart skipping a beat. You were certain an embarrassing sort of whimper slipped out when he brought his lips to the other side. He wasn't rushing or demanding anything from you or trying to turn you on. He just wanted to be there with you.
So many believed that intimacy was just sex when it was much more. It was the feeling of being close and emotionally connected. It was familiarity and even friendship. You liked Bucky from the start, but the two of you were able to build a foundation by getting to know each other. It allowed you to bond on many levels, which only grew stronger once you two became a couple.
He showed you once again, without words, that he was your other half.
“I can feel you thinking, Smartie,” he whispered, his lips trailing back to your forehead.
“Just thinking of us, Stud,” you admitted, pressing your body closer to feel his chest against yours. You breathed him into your lungs and wondered if he knew how addictive he was. Savoring the moment, you allowed yourself to stay tangled up in him before you had to face the day.
His hand moving up and down your side nearly lulled you back to sleep. “You thinking about how you drive me crazy?”
What?
“I drive you crazy?!” You asked, realizing your mistake the moment your eyes flew open. A sea of blue stared back at you and you were too late to stop yourself from taking the plunge. Your gaze didn't have to drift down to know that he was wearing a triumphant smirk. “You made me open my eyes.”
“I sure did,” he smiled.
Well played, Stud. Well played.
The things you had to do seemed almost insignificant as you looked at each other. A minute went by as you listened to the beat of his heart and made no attempt to get up. The tips of your fingers brushed along the scruff on his chin as another minute ticked by and you reveled in the sigh he gave you in return.
Is this what living in the moment means?
“Will it always be like this?” You asked.
“Always like what?”
“You wanting to stay in bed with me a bit longer, even if we both have stuff to do.”
With a kiss to the tip of your nose and one against your smiling lips, he smiled back. “Always.”
Logically, you knew every morning couldn't be this way since life wasn't a fairy tale. The romantic part of you though, the one he helped bring to life, believed the two of you would continue to write your story together and make your own rules. If that meant the two of you cuddled in bed for a few more minutes, you’d happily help him write that chapter.
And every chapter after that.
Where do I get a man like this? 🥰 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
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Your Jude writings are teaaaa😍
this one’s for you anon xx
18+, Jude Bellingham, blurb ꣑୧
It was always you visiting Jude's house, never the other way around, and you were thankful for it. To you it meant not needing to worry about how organized or clean the house was, but to him it was like a punch to the gut. He worried you didn't trust him enough to invite him over, but he stayed respectful of your wishes. That is until one night, after an unfair game, he showed up at your apartment unannounced. He stood at your door waiting with bated breath, revising what he was going to say once you opened the door.
"Listen, it was a bad game and I know should've at least told you I'm coming but I didn't want you to say no and-" he began rambling as soon as the door opened, the script he prepared in his head forgotten.
"Jude, it's fine come in" you were quick to shut him up, moving out the way so he could come in. His eyes wandered in fascination as he took it all in. He sat down on the couch and you joined him, pulling him into your arms and he let himself be cradled, complaining into your chest about how unfair the game was, his voice wavering.
It wasn't until he went quiet that you finally moved, telling him you needed the restroom, not expecting him to follow you to your bedroom. You could only raise your eyebrow in confusion as he sat on your bed, gesturing for you to get it over with. As soon as you were out of sight he got up, looking around. He picked up a few things along the way, looking over them, opening your drawers as well. He wasn't looking for anything to be exact, just wanting to know you better, and he did when he opened your bedside drawer.
At first glance it was just a bunch of random stuff, pens, books, medication, until something pink caught his eyes. He quickly found out your drawer was where you kept your toys, and he felt his cock stir in his pants when he picked one of your vibrators up. He heard you finishing up so he sat back down where you left him, the vibrator still in his hand. He wasted no time in bringing it up when you came out.
"I didn't know you had a knack for toys" he looked over the one in his hand, not surprised by the way your eyes widened and your breath hitched. You quickly went over to him, attempting to grab it out of his hand but he stood up, holding it above him so you couldn't reach it "When were you planning on telling me?"
His face was mere inches away from yours, his breath fanning against your cheek as you looked away, bottom lip between your teeth. He was a tease and an asshole at that, and you saw it coming from miles away as you shrugged.
"Well how about you give me a little show, baby? Yeah? Make it up to me" he lowered his hand, holding it before your eyes. You immediately went to grab it in order to hide it, but it was if he could read your mind, holding it up once again as he tsked "on the bed, love" and who were you to say no to him?
He quickly got on top of you, placing the vibrator on the bedside table as he kissed you, lips moving against yours in desperation, his hands stripping you naked. The kiss was enough to make you wet, need cruising through your entire body. Once he took off your panties he let his fingers rub up and down your slit, smiling softly against your lips when he felt you dripping already. He finally pulled away, sitting by your feet but not before handing you the toy.
"Go on, you got this baby"
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A/N: asks/requests are open for whoever & whatever
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This is a new Evan Buckley x Tommy Kinard imagine based on a lovely request. I hope you will all like it.
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Tommy Kinard Masterlist
Evan Buckley Masterlist
Summary: When Buck gets hurt on shift, he calls his partner to help calm him down. Not caring that the team have no idea who he's dating. And afterwards, Buck realises what it's like to finally have a partner to look after him.
Enjoy.
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"Make it stop! Please, p-please, make it stop."
A mixture of those four words continued on a rambling loop past Evan's lips as he tensed his neck and forced his head as far back into the gurney as possible. He could feel the base of his skull vibrating and aching from the pressure he was applying and the dizziness got worse when he pushed back, but he didn't know what else to do.
His right arm flopped over his temple, shading his eyes from view that were about to start watering.
While his left hand curled around the padded gurney to the point that his short nails started to tear through the fabric.
When it seemed that no one was listening to him, Evan curled his hand into a fist and rammed it down against the metal frame of the gurney that held up his weight. The burning sensation in his knuckles was a beautiful distraction from the agony gnawing away at his leg and the thumping sensation hammering away at his skull.
"Do you want the gas and air?"
A pitiful whine rumbled at the back of Evan's throat and turned into a groan of agony.
No he did not. He did not want gas and air like he was in labour about to push out a baby. He wanted the good stuff. He wanted morphine. He wanted codeine or tramadol or something with a kick that would take away his agony and make him feel better.
"Gimme morphine." He spat crudely and when his arm lowered from his watering eyes, he could barely open them to look up at his friend.
His eyes squinted on Hen who hovered over him and his lip curled into a snarl when she shook her head.
"Buck, you know we can't administer that on route. Here, deep breaths." She held out the white plastic tube and switched on the machine when Evan snatched it from her with a grumble.
He was on the verge of passing out in delirium but the pain just wouldn't let him go yet. It wouldn't let him shut down and fall asleep and rest, not for a second. Not even for a minute.
He took the gas he was given and clenched his teeth down on the plastic tube, marking it with the indents of his front teeth as he breathed heavily. Each ragged breath spat around the tube and he sucked in deeper and deeper breaths until his head started to swim and he felt like he was going to be sick.
Gas and air did nothing. It didn't take away the pain. It didn't make Evan feel calmer. It didn't make him woozy or send him to sleep. It didn't help.
He tossed the useless tube onto the floor as a loud scream errupted past his lips when someone tried to touch his leg. His right hand curled into a fist and bashed into the wall as his stomach tensed and his knees jolted up so his boots were pressing down into the gurney.
Why were they hurting him? Why was no one helping him or taking his pain away?
"Cut it off. Kill me. Just do something!" He whined like a man possessed and cried out horribly when he felt Eddie grab his ankles and straighten his legs back out on the gurney.
When the fire truck landed on his leg, had it caused him this much agony? Evan couldn't remember the pain he had been in that night. He could barely remember the agonising weeks that followed with five different operations, weeks of physio and pins bolted in and then removed from his leg. All of it was a blur from the amount of different painkillers he had been prescribed over the course of six months.
But what he felt right now had to rival that pain. This had to feel worse than whatever pain that fire truck caused him. Evan had been on the brink of passing out when that truck landed on him. He was in and out of consciousness which dulled some of the pain he felt.
He was wide awake this time.
When that ceiling collapsed and one of the beams landed directly onto his left leg, Evan thought he'd died. He thought the pain was unmatched by anything else in his life. He thought he had been unlucky enough to have his damaged leg severed from the rest of his body.
But Eddie and Bobby got him out from that rubble in less than five minutes. All of the breeze blocks and wooden beams and cement and metal rods that crashed down around him hadn't been as heavy as the truck that hit him last time. But it felt like Evan was buried in the centre of the Earth with how heavy it all felt on top of him.
He knew he'd severed an artery in his leg. He knew he was bleeding out and his knee was either dislocated or broken or fully out of joint. He knew his ankle had twisted and his leg felt like it had crush syndrome.
If they didn't make the pain stop soon he was going to go off the rails.
"We're almost there, just stay with us and keep calm, okay?"
Another whine burned past Evan's lips that were froffing over and turning a dark shade of rouge that was almost worrying.
He pressed his right hand down into the gurney to balance himself and rummaged his left hand through his pocket. It took a while to shimmy his hand through his overalls and around to the small hidden pocket within his uniform where he could feel his phone. It was a wonder the device hadn't smashed to pieces, but Evan was beyond grateful that it was undamaged and still in working order.
The bright light blinded him considering he couldn't open his eyes more than to squint at the screen.
His fingers barely found the contact inscribed 'Babe' with a dark blue love heart next to it. He couldn't call him. He couldn't type a message out, not in this state when he could barely see. So Evan did the only other thing he could. He pressed the microphone button until a blue line wavered across the screen and a small beep let him know he was now recording a voice message.
"I've h- I've had an accident… oh fuck, please come to the hospital- which one are we going to?" Evan tilted his head back in Hen's direction and moved the phone near her so she could help him out.
Hen's wide eyes briefly looked down at Eddie before she looked back at the phone. Who were they calling? They all knew Evan had someone special in his life at the moment. Someone who made him smile and grin like a giddy child when he looked at his phone. Someone he snook off to talk to in private and who was taking up a lot of his free time. But none of them knew who the lucky lady was.
"Uh Mercy hospital, we'll be going straight into the emergency room."
"Hurry." Evan whined desperately before he clicked off the button and the voice message was sent.
He waved his hand until Eddie took his phone and shoved it back in Evan's pocket for him just as Chimney swerved around a sharp bend that indicated how close they were to the hospital.
He didn't care that none of his team knew he was dating a man. Or that none of them realised he was dating someone they all knew very well. All Evan cared about was having his boyfriend here with him, now. Because he needed Tommy. And he wanted him here; he wanted Tommy by his side now more than he'd ever wanted anyone else with him in his life.
"Alright Buck, alright we're here."
Eddie grabbed the end of the gurney after he flung open the doors and with Hen holding the other end, they steered him between them.
The way Evan twitched on the gurney showed how much distress he was feeling. They had never seen him so distraught. He was writhing up and down, trembling back and forth as his arm remained over his eyes that were burning from the different lights blinding him. He tossed his head to the left, groaning at the way the gurney shook and swayed and rolled over bumps which made his stomach toss around.
Whenever Evan tried to move his legs, he felt Eddie's hand gently but firmly pressing down on his ankles to keep him still and in place.
Everyone in the secluded cubicles of the emergency room seemed to stop what they were doing when Evan's ungodly scream announced their arrival. He needed help. Someone had to help him. They had to take his pain away before he went insane. Or before it killed him.
"I'm here for Evan Buckley? He was brought in within the last twenty minutes?"
Both Tommy's hands planted down on the reception desk and he pushed his weight down onto his forearms, arching out his lower back in the process. His left knee pushed into the counter while he dropped his head down until his nose was a mere inch away from the desk.
He took a moment to catch his breath and try to compose himself. It wouldn't do him any favours to be rushing in here like a headless chicken and flutter about in a panic.
But Evan's voice message had frightened him.
He could hear the physical agony Evan was in and he could sense the fear hidden away in his voice. Tommy wasn't used to hearing Evan sound so worried or seeing him in pain. This was the first time in their relationship that one of them had been hurt on shift.
And Tommy thanked God that he had been home when Evan messaged. God only knew what would have happened or how Tommy would of reacted if he had been up in the sky or out somewhere on shift when Evan messaged and he didn't find out until hours later.
It had been pure luck that Tommy had been on his phone when Evan messaged. Something had stopped him from jumping into the shower at that precise moment and he was starting to think it was intuition that something was wrong with his partner.
As soon as he got that message, Tommy grabbed his keys and bolted. He'd never run out the door so fast and he wasn't even sure if he took the time to lock the front door behind him. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was finding and being with Evan.
"Buckley… are you family?"
"I'm his partner." The words rolled off the tongue before Tommy could think to take a quick look around.
He'd heard Hen and Eddie in the background on Evan's message and he knew the 118 was a family unit. They would all be around here somewhere to keep an eye on him and stay with him. And they didn't know about Tommy. But he wasn't lying and he was getting in to see Evan whether anyone tried to stop him or not.
"Cubicle five, down on the left, I'll buzz you in."
A quiet but nevertheless grateful "Thank you," tumbled past Tommy's lips before he jogged over to the door on the left.
He knew this place like the back of his hand. He knew the emergency consultation rooms were down the other corridor and that the treatment rooms were just past this locked door. Once the red light flashed and the door beeped, Tommy yanked it open and hurried inside.
His eyes scanned the numbers above each large, square room until he finally came face to face with room number five.
Part of him thought about knocking when the automatic doors opened. He thought about rapping his knuckles on the glass to alert them all that he was here and explain why he had turned up. But when his eyes locked on the bed in the middle of the room, Tommy couldn't find any words.
There was his partner.
There was Evan, his Evan, laid awkwardly in the middle of the bed, looking like he was about to have a fight or a panic attack. Or both.
Tommy took a second to take in the state of him. Evan had a dark blue turniquet strapped around his left leg a few inches up from his knee. That was his bad leg and right now, it was lathered in blood with a rather large flap of skin hanging loose. Blood was soaking into the sheets turning them from crisp white to berry red.
He was covered in a layer of dust that changed his hair from sandy blond to snow white with flecks of grey like he had aged twenty years in less than a day. But there was a cut to the right side of his temple that was oozing blood which was clumping together with the dust lathered onto his temple.
"No!" Evan's voice broke Tommy out of his trance and the pleading, yet somehow demanding tone to his voice had Tommy shaking in panic.
He watched, wide eyed, as Evan tore off the blue and white stickers that the nurse tried to attach to his chest in the event that he went into cardiac arrest. He wouldn't let her, or anyone else attach the grey monitoring wires to his chest and he flung his arms out in front of him when Bobby tried to calm him down.
"Buck, Buck please we need to get you to surgery-"
Wrong choice of words.
Tommy internally cringed. Why did they think telling Evan that would somehow calm him down from this manic state? Didn't they realise that his past injuries haunted him? Didn't they understand that Evan feared another surgery, another lightning strike, another coma. He feared going to sleep and never waking up again or waking up in an alternate universe where he was as unloved and discarded as he used to feel here.
"Tommy." Surprise flooded Eddie's voice when he turned his head and jumped in surprise, realising someone else was stood in the doorway. "How'd you know we were here?"
The way Evan started to cry again and how he held his arms out towards Tommy, making small grabbing motions with his fingers made Tommy want to melt. Evan almost looked like a lost child needing love and comfort. He looked like he was about to break and Tommy wanted nothing more than to hold all his broken pieces back together.
Tommy took a deep breath before he advanced into the room, avoiding the confused gazes of Chimney, Hen and Eddie, all of whom took a step back towards the closed blinds.
And he watched the way Bobby slowly let go of Evan and took a step away, but he still stayed within reach. Just in case. Just to be safe.
Any thought of uncomfortableness or awkwardness washed away the moment Evan's hands clutched his forearms and dragged him closer.
A calming, sensitive smile formed on Tommy's lips and his eyes softened causing creases above his cheeks as he sat down on the side of the bed next to Evan's left hip. He glided his hands up and down Evan's arms and waited patiently while Evan pushed himself to sit up, but the motion made his head spin.
Evan could feel himself going lightheaded and he grumbled through a choked sob before he let himself fall into Tommy's chest. He liked the soft cotton shirt his boyfriend was wearing. He liked how smooth it felt against his cheek and how it smelled like him and how it soaked up that Sauvage aftershave Tommy always wore on his days off.
He loved the feel of Tommy's arm gliding around his bare waist and when Tommy's other hand cupped the back of his neck, Evan thought he was going to short-circuit or pass out.
God, that was better.
Tommy tilted his head down and smothered his lips and nose against Evan's dusty hair, ignoring the way the little specks of dust tickled his nose and made him want to sneeze. He focused on trying to inhale Evan's scent instead and he glided his thumb up and down the base of Evan's neck which made him shiver all over.
But he turned to look at the nurse when she took a tentative step closer, seeing how calm Evan was now that his partner was here.
"We need to get him ready, the doctor has to assess his leg now and get the blood flow back."
Her silent message was very clear. Evan was panicking too much for them to get him prepped for surgery and the longer they waited, the more damage could take over his leg.
"No, no I- I can't-"
"Evan… Evan, baby it's okay. We're gonna make sure that you're just fine."
Evan could barely see when both Tommy's hands moved to cup his face and hold them so they were level. He squinted at the bright lights which were making his headache worse. Hen had told him he was concussed and he knew what that meant. An MRI after his leg was patched up. He didn't like those either.
Just the thought made his breath run away without him and his eyes snapped closed when Tommy's image started to become a blur of colours. But he found himself focusing on the feeling of Tommy's thumbs gliding across his cheekbones. There was a slight pressure applied to his face and it made him shudder and concentrate on the nerves that ignited beneath his touch.
He felt a wet kiss against his dusty temple, and then another on the tip of his nose. And then, finally, a short kiss to his lips that made him hold his breath instead of pant and give away the oxygen he desperately needed.
"Lie down." Tommy murmured ever so softly until Evan wondered if his voice was laced with sugar and dripping caramel.
He let Tommy lean him backwards and kiss his temple again and he clutched at Tommy's back, digging his nails into his skin which Tommy didn't seem to mind.
A soft smile tugged at Tommy's lips while he took the blue and white stickers and clipped them onto Evan's chest in the correct positions before Evan knew what he was doing. And he took the grey monitoring wires, humming and shushing Evan while he skimmed his fingers across Evan's chest and attached the wires.
The monitors sparked to life and began to show Evan's vitals which spiked when Tommy's hand pressed down over his heart and started to pat his chest.
"There we go."
"I don't wanna… I don't want no more blood clots… no more blood thinners, I can't,"
Evan flopped one arm over his eyes while his head started to shake from side to side. But his other hand batted around until he found Tommy's hand and he interlaced their fingers together.
He didn't want anymore operations. Not on his leg. He couldn't withstand another surgery that would leave him helpless and defenceless like a baby bird trying to leave the nest. He couldn't handle anymore blood clots travelling up to his lungs and stealing his breath and making him choke on his own blood. He couldn't handle another year on blood thinners and the risks that came with taking them.
Evan couldn't do this. He couldn't deal with any of this.
But his rambling came to a stop and his breaths slowed down when he felt a hand move his arm from his eyes down to his lap. And a quiet "Oh baby," murmured against his temple before a flurry of kisses were peppered against his skin.
When Evan's eyes stayed closed and his hand squeezed Tommy's hand, Tommy nodded at the nurse and took the anaesthetic face mask from her. He carefully hovered it over Evan's mouth and nose while he leaned down to kiss the shell of his ear.
"None of that will happen, baby. I promise. You go to sleep, and I'll be here when you wake up. Rest now."
That was all Evan needed to hear for the thudding in his temple to come to a stop, finally. His muscles relaxed into the bed and his head slowly flopped to the right until his temple pressed sloppily against Tommy's cheek and his hand went slack in his grip.
He could rest if he knew Tommy was going to stay with him and be here when he woke up.
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A soft, comforting smile danced across Tommy's lips when he looked across the room towards the sofa. He folded his arms over his chest and tilted his head to one side as he looked at his boyfriend.
"Need some help?"
Evan dropped his gaze down to his feet, trying to stop the sheepish blush from scattering across his face. He tightened his right hand around the arm of the sofa to try and keep himself on his feet and stop from falling back onto the sofa.
It had been a while since he'd needed to wear his knee brace.
The back of his left leg had been neatly stitched together and his artery had been fixed with a stent to keep it running open. It had been a very minor surgery compared to what Evan had been used to in the past. No bolts or rods in his leg, no pot or cast to keep the shattered bone in place and no crutches to hold him upright.
He hadn't even torn through to the muscle this time. The doctor said the pain was because he'd gone through old scar tissue and over where the bolts used to be.
Evan didn't need blood thinners this time and he shouldn't get blood clots again if he kept moving about every hour or so and didn't sit down for too long at a time. Small mercies for the pain he was still feeling.
"I think I can do it… I just-" He tried. He tried pushing off the sofa. He tried balancing his weight on his right leg and applying only a slight amount of pressure on his toes of his other foot.
It didn't work.
He stumbled to the right and ended up applying more pressure to his damaged leg to stop from falling flat on his face.
Agony splintered across his face in the way his eyes snapped closed and his nose scrunched in pain. And his teeth chomped down on his tongue to prevent himself from screaming when his knee buckled. But he didn't stumble for long.
He found his left arm suddenly being lifted in the air and it was swiftly looped around the back of Tommy's neck. Tommy held his wrist in a tight but comforting grip and his other arm secured around Evan's waist, pulling him up and letting most of his weight lean into Tommy's chest instead.
"I've got you."
Part of Evan wanted to apologise. He wanted to shrink back onto his own two feet and say that he could do it. He was too heavy. He was supposed to be able to stand without falling. But Evan couldn't find the will to say any of it because being held up by his boyfriend was somehow more endearing than it was embarrassing.
He let his head slump into the crook of Tommy's broad neck and he moved his right hand to gently place it over Tommy's chest. Unintentionally placing his palm right above Tommy's heart that was beating out a steady rhythm. His fingers thrummed against Tommy's chest and he let his boyfriend hold him up and start guiding him away from the living room, beside the stairs.
"Where are we going?" Tommy murmured quietly, unsure if Evan was aiming for the bathroom or the kitchen.
It seemed to be a blessing and a curse that the bathroom was downstairs. It was great for during the day. Evan could mooch about downstairs, keep himself moving to prevent blood clots, and he didn't have the climb the stairs to go to the toilet or get a shower. But during the night, he either had to try and hold it in or struggle to slump down the stairs one at a time to use the toilet.
"Kitchen." He whispered back whilst his eyes stayed closed and his face stayed tucked away in Tommy's neck.
Tommy knew better than to tell Evan to just ask him for a drink. He knew Evan was too proud to ask for anything. He was only just coming to terms with the fact that he could ask Tommy for a kiss if he wanted one. Asking for a drink or for something to be brought to him made Evan feel like a burden and he would rather crawl than do that.
Plus, he needed to keep moving around, doctor's orders. And Tommy wasn't going to go against that.
When they got to the kitchen, Tommy carefully eased Evan's arm from around his neck. Making sure his partner was safely leaning on the counter before he dared let him go.
Evan didn't grumble when Tommy made them both a drink; he had done the work getting to the kitchen, even if Tommy had helped carry him here. He wasn't about to grumble that he should make his own drink when Tommy had already done it for them both.
"I thought I was past this stage." He mumbled quietly, resting his elbows on the countertop and moving his hands to interlock behind his neck. While his weight slumped onto his right foot and his left foot lifted up from the floor like he was a graceful swan resting his leg.
"What stage?"
"You know, slow… helpless."
Tommy's brows furrowed and he put the carton of juice back in the fridge before he turned around.
He slid one glass in front of Evan and cautiously moved round to stand next to him. He leant his hand on the counter and pressed his hip into the edge while he took a sip of his own drink. Tommy's eyes scrutinised his boyfriend, trying to see through him and into his mind to guess what was going on in there.
What made him suddenly say that? Why would he say such a thing when it wasn't true at all?
"You're not helpless, Evan, you need looking after. There's a difference. Who took care of you last time?"
A silent shrug was all Tommy got in response while Evan looked down and took a slow sip of juice. The way Evan wouldn't meet his gaze set off alarm bells in Tommy's mind and he set his own glass down before he moved both hands to rest on Evan's shoulders.
He gently and carefully nudged Evan back until he straightened up and lifted his head to be level with Tommy. The concern pooling in Tommy's eyes made Evan's heart lurch up into his throat. No one had looked at him with such love and concern mixed in their eyes before.
"Evan…? Please don't tell me nobody helped you in your recovery-"
"My girlfriend sort of, left me, after the accident. Which was fine, it wasn't serious or anything. Bobby made me meals, Maddie came round to check on me, but I… I don't know, that didn't feel like being taken cared of, you know? That wasn't like this, like you."
Evan could feel heat rising to his cheeks as his neck steadily turned a deep shade of red which stretched up across his face and tinted his nose.
He hadn't expected that relationship to last and getting into such a serious accident so early on into a new relationship had broken what he'd had with his ex. It hadn't been anything special, and Evan was glad to be away from her. He had to focus on his recovery at the time and he couldn't do that and try to pursue a new relationship and put in the effort to make it work.
Not like this. What he had with Tommy was new and fresh and different and scary and yet, back at the hospital, Tommy was the only person Evan wanted by his side. He'd needed Tommy to calm him down and set him straight and hold him together so he didn't breakdown and collapse.
"Does that make sense?" He muttered softly, only now daring to lift his gaze to look up at his boyfriend.
He'd been looked after last time, but not like this. He'd had Bobby and Athena bringing him meals and making sure he had everything he needed and that he could get about the apartment okay. He had Maddie for company and to check up on him. She'd always been his mother figure when he wasn't well.
Chris and Eddie came round to make sure he was okay, they cheered him up and spurred him in his recovery.
But none of them had actually taken care of Evan. Not like this. Tommy was lifting him up and carrying him around and bringing him what he needed. But he was also comforting him and encouraging him and holding him and making him feel loved. Evan had never been taken care of like this before and it was something he didn't know he needed until now.
"Yeah," Tommy tried to smile, but he couldn't get over the gaping hole in his heart that was opening wider and wider like a wound being reopened over and over again.
No one had looked after Evan. How could all these people be around him and claim to love and know him when they didn't take care of him in the way they should- in the way he deserved?
"And you don't, you know, you don't have to stay. If you don't want to." Evan scratched the back of his neck and looked down at the countertop again. "I get that you've got work and your own life, you don't have to stay here, if you don't want to."
"What makes you think I wanna be anywhere else but right here with you?"
Evan's breathing quickened when Tommy's hands suddenly cupped his face and tilted his head up so they were once again staring into each other's dark blue eyes.
He found himself hobbling around the side of the counter to get closer and when his chest pushed into Tommy's, he watched his boyfriend smile at the close contact. Evan leaned his right hip against the counter to hold himself up and gingerly moved his hands to cup Tommy's wrists that were still cradling his face like he was the most precious thing in the world and Tommy wanted to cherish and preserve him.
He brushed his thumbs over the back of Tommy's hands and took a deep breath to fight off the tears threatening to fall.
"… I just, I'm used to looking after myself, Tommy. God, the amount of times I've broken shit or had accidents. I can't expect people to drop everything to help me, not when I'm old enough to fend for myself-"
"Evan, no. No, you never outgrow the need to be helped or looked after. If people don't stop to help you, then maybe they're not the right people to be around. You don't have to look after yourself, Evan, because I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere."
He couldn't help the tears that started to roll down his face and they started to fall faster and faster when Tommy tried to swipe them away with his thumbs.
He felt the urgency in Tommy's kiss when he pushed forward. He could feel Tommy trying to hold himself back, trying not to push his weight onto Evan and topple him over or hurt him in any way. But he had so much he wanted to say and so many things he wanted Evan to feel, he had to express them somehow.
His hands tightened against Evan's face and his thumbs pressed bruisingly into his face while his lips smothered Evan's. His pointed chin jutted against Evan's and their noses meshed together as Tommy kissed him like his life depended on it. He kissed him to steal the air from his lungs and then subsequently give it back when Evan was gasping and turning lightheaded.
He kissed him so hard he was going to bruise his ruby red lips that he felt addicted to. He kissed him with such fever that their teeth meshed together and their tongues battled out in a silent fight for dominance which Evan eagerly gave in to.
When they finally parted, their temples stayed leaning against one another and their noses squished together as their panting mingled together in the air.
Evan didn't dare let go just yet but he could feel himself swaying back and forth, knocked off balance by Tommy's need to show him how much he wanted to love and care for him.
"Let's sit down… think you can walk?" The signature smirk flooded Tommy's face as he finally let go of Evan's face so he could glide his hands up and down his bare arms.
He let his eyes sweep up and down Evan's frame, taking in the sight of him in just a thin cotton sleep shirt. And a pair of matching grey joggers that hung just a little too low on his hips and gave the perfect view of his hipbones and the bottom of his abdomen.
When he looked back up at Evan who was gripping his biceps, he found a drunken haze taking over Evan's eyes, and the look was admirable.
"I don't know." He was jesting, his smile gave it away. He could walk, he might need a little help with how unsteady and weak at the knees Tommy had made him feel, but he could manage.
"I could carry you."
The macho way Tommy shrugged his shoulders and quirked a brow made Evan breathless. It was the same tone he'd used when he flirted about the flying lessons. So serious, so sure and assertive but not pushy at all. An offer that was there for Evan to take or leave as he wished.
And he found himself blushing again and his eyes dipped down to focus on Tommy's lips rather than his eyes that were making him turn to jelly and turning his mind to sludge.
"No, I… I'm pretty heavy."
The bashful smile that fluttered across Evan's lips made Tommy's heart swell and he found himself smiling softly at the younger man in front of him. Nobody had ever swept him off his feet, literally or figuratively, and hardly anyone had ever taken proper care of him. Tommy was going to change that.
Before Evan had chance to question what he was doing, he felt Tommy's hands on the back of his thighs, only an inch lower than his bum. He held him high enough that he didn't go anywhere near the stitches on his leg and aggravate the pain Evan felt.
And in one swift motion that didn't seem to make him take a deep breath or even strain any muscle in his body, Tommy picked him up.
No one had picked Evan up since he was about five. Not even in jest. He'd always been the one to pick people up whether that was a girlfriend or a person he was helping on shift or a friend he was messing around with. Or the odd times Evan got too excited when giving hugs and lifted people up unintentionally.
No one had picked him up before and he didn't think anyone would be able to. He was over six foot and he was bulky, to say the least. But when he was stood next to Tommy, he looked small, average. Protected.
All the air disappeared from Evan's lungs and his arms moved to latch around the back of Tommy's neck while his fingers brushed over the short hairs at the back of his neck.
His legs automatically looped around Tommy's waist with his left leg loosely on his hip so he didn't strain or touch the stitches.
It felt so strange to sit on someone's torso like this. Sure, he'd sat on Tommy's lap quite a few times in their relationship by now, but this was different. This was Tommy's hands on his arse and his muscles flexing but not even straining to hold him up high on his hips like this.
It was Tommy's head tilted back at an angle to look up at Evan and that soft, sweet glaze overtaking Tommy's eyes like he was intoxicated with Evan.
Now he could understand why all his past girlfriends had loved it when he picked them up and effortlessly carried them around. God, Evan hadn't known what he was missing out on until now.
"Evan…" Tommy sang his name quietly while an amused smile tugged at his lips. He could tell his boyfriend hadn't been listening. He was clearly lost in thought and a small slither of pride crept into Tommy's heart, knowing he was the reason for Evan's stunned expression.
"Hm?"
"Where'd you wanna be… couch or bed?"
Evan's lips found his and stole a small moan from Tommy's lips. He let Evan's tongue slide into his mouth and battle his and he thought about whispering something against his lips. He thought about telling Evan that as great as this was, it wasn't exactly an answer. Unless Evan just wanted to be held here in the kitchen and not be taken anywhere in particular. And that was perfectly fine with Tommy.
But after a few long, drawn out seconds, Evan pulled back just enough to murmur a quiet whisper against Tommy's lips.
"Take me to bed."
#evan buckley#911 imagine#imagine#buck imagine#tommy kinard#tommy kinard imagine#buck x tommy#bucktommy#tevan
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WIP excerpt for Mango Bat; Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it.
“Nnnnn god god god,” Kon groans as he fists his hands tighter in the sheets, shuddering roughly again and not even sure what to blame for it anymore. “You're so nice, Bernard, you're really nice, you don't have to be this nice to me, and you're really funny and you're fucking hot and I want you to come in me so fucking bad, wanna make you feel good, want you to like me too, please please please–”
“Yup, I will definitely be requiring that T-shirt,” Bernard mutters.
“–and Tim gets so happy when he talks about you and it's really, really great, I love it,” Kon probably-rambles, at this point, but he just wants to be good. “He showed us this real cute selfie he took with you once and I saved it in my folder of stuff I look at to feel better when the world just, just fucking sucks.”
“Oh,” Tim says, his hands stilling on Kon.
“. . . actually is there, like, a club jacket,” Bernard says.
“Well, there might be after this,” Tim says under his breath, curling his fingers behind Kon’s ear, and Kon feels all riled-up and incredibly embarrassed. He didn’t–he didn’t mean to say that, exactly, just . . .
“Sorry. Sorry, that's weird, I know, it's weird, I just–” he stutters, and Tim tugs lightly at his hair.
“It’s not weird, pet,” he says gently. “It makes me really happy, actually.”
Kon nearly takes the bed apart without even meaning to.
He moans.
It feels so good. It feels so good. Bernard’s moving so steady and careful and Tim’s still petting him, still keeping him in close, and they’re both still touching him, keeping him grounded between them, and Tim just keeps saying things, and–and–
“You’re such a sweet thing, pet,” Tim says right as Bernard slides in to the hilt, and Kon makes an absolutely embarrassing sound. The sheets might suffer some fraying, maybe. Like–just some very minor unraveling or whatever. Just at the hems or whatever.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Tim,” he chokes uselessly, and Tim smooths a hand down the back of his neck. He should be–be doing something, doing more, doing anything, he's not being–not–
“So good for me, pet,” Tim murmurs with tender certainty, sliding his fingers down the back of his neck, and Kon nearly comes again right then and there. “Do you feel good too? Is Bernard taking good care of you?”
“Yeah,” Kon croaks helplessly, feeling more threads unravel at the edges of the sheet he’s clutching. “He is, yeah, it–fuck, feels so good. Please, I–please.”
“Good,” Tim hums, and then he tugs at the back of Kon’s hair and Kon tilts his head reflexively with it, and then he’s looking up at him again and Tim is already looking at him, his expression alert and calculating, warm and fixated, focused. Concentrating.
Like he’s committing something to memory, maybe.
Kon bites his tongue.
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Could I request Tengen and Rengoku with an s/o who's a descendant of a famous swordsman?
S/O's A Descendant of a Swordsman
Characters: Tengen Uzui and Kyojuro Rengoku (separate)
Requester: ⚔Anon
A/N: I now dub thee ⚔Anon because of the two characters and the swordsman prompt. Idk it was the first thing that came to mind. Anyways, this is mainly themed around them finding out their spouse is the descendant of a demon slayer. Just noting!
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»»———————————- Tengen Uzui ———————————-««
🔊 During his time at the Demon Slayer Corps, Tengen has heard about many slayers. But there was always one that stayed in his mind and never seemed to go away: Kenji Sureiyaa. Who was the Thunder Hashira all the way back in the Sengoku Era
🔊 Tengen loved to read all kinds of stuff on the way he produced the style with his four spouses. He would literally just lay a book on a slightly higher-up pedestal next to your large futon bed that you all shared and whenever he couldn't sleep, he'd grab it and read it till god knows what hour
🔊 One morning, you found him sitting in front of the small training area you had installed in the backyard for your wives and husband. And normally whenever he was outside, he'd be using it. Not now evidently
" What are you reading, love? " You asked.
🔊 Tengen looked back at you and smiled before standing up and closing the book, but not before marking his page. He was almost finished, it seemed.
" Just this book on the first ever Thunder Hashira, Kenji Sureiyaa. "
" Kenji Sureiyaa? That sounds familiar. " This caused your husband to snap his head to look at you. His eyebrows cocked in confusion.
🔊 You laid the laundry basket down and began to hang it all up to dry while Tengen just stared at you in curiosity. Silently pondering on how you have heard this man's name before. He knew you were friends with other slayers such as Mitsuri, but not even she knew of the guy
" Oh! Now I remember. My grandfather's grandfather was named that. How ironic, right? "
🔊 Okay... WHAT?!
🔊 Tengen practically dropped his book on the wooden flooring before he spun you around and asked how old you were, causing you to chuckle before patting his arms as he stared into your eyes. Damn, is this what demon's saw when fighting against the ex-shinobi?
" I'm 20, Tengen. Come on, you have to remember this. Did some demon hit you with some weird kind of memory-blood demon art or something? "
" So you're the... HOLY SHIT! You're the descendant of Kenji Sureiyaa! This is so cool! I married one of the first Hashira's grand-kid's grand-kid's kid! "
🔊 Huh?
🔊 As Tengen rambled, you picked up the book to take a glimpse at the detailed drawing of the man. He did look an awful lot like you great-great-grandfather's drawing you had in your room...
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»»——————————- Kyojuro Rengoku ——————————-««
❤️🔥 Rengoku was far from a silent man when he was off of his missions. And right now this was being proved to be true just as much as your honeymoon
❤️🔥 Your husband had heard about a book of old slayers from times long past the current one. And he had gotten quite interested into one that was supposedly the tsuguko of the first Stone Hashira: Kei Ishi
❤️🔥 Much like with Tengen, Rengoku would ramble about the long-deceased woman as if she was the second most important thing in the world, behind his oh-so-dear spouse, of course!
❤️🔥 Today just so happened to be quite the odd one, though.
❤️🔥 You had spent most of the day helping Aoi, your dear friend Shinobu's assistant at her mansion, out with healing hurt slayers while your husband was set to return from a nearly three-month long mission up in the northern-area of Japan
❤️🔥 Due to this, you were tired and needed a good, long nap. So, you grabbed one of the nearest books and began to read. And as you read, you passed almost four slayers before catching a familiar name written in ink. Kei Ishi?
" Why do they sound so familiar... " you wondered.
" Hello there, my blaze! "
❤️🔥 Practically throwing the book at the suspected startler, you noticed that it was knocked into the air before falling right onto the palm of the flame-haired male that you got to call your's
❤️🔥 Rengoku laughed as your cheeks flushed and you hid your face behind one of his haori's, which you loved to cuddle with whenever he was absent for whatever reason. And as you began to cool yourself down from the initial scare, Rengoku looked at the page you were reading
" Ah, Kei Ishi! Her story is quite interesting, is it not? "
❤️🔥 You just smiled and agreed as he laid the book down on a small bookshelf before adjusting the nemaki he wore to be lighter around his neck, making it appear like a yukata
❤️🔥 As he laid down, he noticed that you were looking at another book which was situated just underneath his. It seemed to be the book full of drawings of your ancestors, like your grandparents and aunts, uncles, cousins alike
" Why are you looking at the book of your ancestors, my love? "
" Oh it's nothing, Kyojuro. It's just- the name of Kei Ishi's, it just sounds familiar is all. "
" Do you wonder if she is perhaps an ancestor of yours as well? "
" I suppose so. "
" Then we shall check to make yourself sure! "
❤️🔥 Rengoku quickly nabbed the book and set it down on your lap before sitting back down with his outside, seemingly turning to a specific page while you looked for your family tree's page. A tradition for many years was to add on with each generation that held the book in their custody, and maybe you and Rengoku's child will do the same one day
" The final instance of a descendant of Ishi's is with her great-grandson named Takeshi Inoue. "
" Mine starts with Takeshi Inoue... "
" Oh my Gods! Y/N, you're the current descendant of Kei Ishi's! This is beyond unexpected! "
❤️🔥 Yeah, it was definitely unexpected alright
#Demon Slayer#Kimetsu no Yaiba#KnY#The Demon Slayer Corps#Hashira#Demon Slayer x Reader#Kimetsu no Yaiba x Reader#KnY x Reader#The Demon Slayer Corps x Reader#Hashira x Reader#S/O! Reader#GN! Reader#Human! Reader#Tengen Uzui#Tengen Uzui x Reader#Kyojuro Rengoku#Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader
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Hii i wanted to tell you i loved that last chapter you dropped, I saw the tag major character death and immediately went ah. so it’s one of those fics. where jay dies and it’s just hurt hurt hurt as the last note. Ahhh just—they haven’t acknowledged each other as brothers yet your honor 💔 and Tim knows now (great pretending your found family aren’t also vigilantes acting from him) and Jason never knew, like peak potential. I can imagine he’s gonna go ??? who the fuck pulled my baby bird into the vigilante business and uh why?? without knowing (if this goes like we all know) that Tim was the one who wanted to honor him and keep Robin’s legacy alive. Also I can imagine the whole imaginary friend think goes back to a box at the back at his head?? Timmy was just getting warmer to the truth and Jay goes out to pull this stuff. classic. (me being annoyed) — Aww but really poor Jay I can imagine he’s never felt more spiteful of the fact that his powers don’t extend to phasing through things and not just walls. jay in my head: cursing under his breath how he just gets partial danny phantom adjacent abilities, i mean if he’s gonna have a power why not have it full pump I-can-walk-through-walls-disappear-and-fly package.
really just really excited where u take the fic, hope u don’t mind my rambling, just wanted to drop my thoughts 💜💜 also like take your time, i hope im not adding pressure or anything
Ohmygosh it's been so long since I've got an inbox on Tumblr!! And of course I don't mind because I'm ecstatic!!! I love hearing you guys' thoughts about my writing!!!
And Jay's death is like, such a constant in the fandom (and when he doesn't die, he still gets injured and traumatised so severely). And there was no way Tim would have let the Waynes know because if he had done that, they would have never, under any circumstances, let him go out to photograph anymore 😂😂
I actually did initially draft up his power to be able to phase through everything, but then I remembered all my evil plans for the series and I was like, skrttt~ STOP! And I had to nerf him 😅 Now I can picture a side story, or a small part of a fic of him cursing his power in Ethiopia 😈 (and why is partial danny phantom adjacent abilities so freaking funny 🤣)
Thank you so so much for the really fun and lovely inbox!!! I hope the direction of the series in the future will keep you interested 🥰🥰
#batfamily#batfam#batkids#tim drake#jason todd#dick grayson#bruce wayne#ao3#fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#batfam fic#alex answers#inbox
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Platonic Narumayo and Romantic Tension
I was originally gonna post this as a twitter thread, but it started getting really long and that toxic sludgepit doesn’t deserve that kind of effort. Get yourself a snack or something, it’s gonna get rambly.
I think people who go out of their way to shut down the possibility that there could be any romantic attraction between Nick and Maya are missing out on a really cool aspect of their platonic relationship.
There’s a lot to be said about the many facets of the Narumayo friendship, from their bonding through shared trauma, to their building a found family with Pearl, to their effortless ability to trade off being the straight man of their comedic duo. But I think a lot of people miss how much of their friendship is informed by the fact that they both kinda want to kiss each other.
First off, Maya is constantly teasing Phoenix, and often in a weirdly flirty way. Just a few examples off the top of my head. She says Max is dreamy with stars on his face and immediately suggests Nick put stars on his face. She acts like a spurned lover when Phoenix is talking to Adrian, specifically in an attempt to get him flustered. She explicitly compares Phoenix rescuing her from being kidnapped to the DeLites’ love story.
There’s quite a few moments like this throughout the games, and coupled with a lot of Maya’s actions and reactions, I get the sense that we’re supposed to believe that she has a thing for Nick. Maybe that’s just the shipping goggles talking, but it really does feel like the intended subtext. I mean, look at that what she instinctively drew when she was in
(You’re probably wondering when the platonic part comes in. We’ll get there.)
But even if Maya does have a crush on Phoenix, does he return it? Obviously she’s very important to him, but is that really as a romantic interest? We often see him get flustered or stunned into silence whenever people assume he and Maya are dating(which happens a lot), but I feel like that can easily just be read as him being uncomfortable with people assuming he’s in a relationship with his assistant.
In general, Phoenix’s feelings for Maya are fairly ambiguous and probably not something that he’s thought through too much himself. That is, of course, until the waitress scene. That scene, in my opinion, is the single hardest thing to justify if you’re trying to deny any romantic tension within Narumayo. I’ve seen people say that it’s just Phoenix giving a compliment to his best friend/sister figure, but is that really the tone that’s being conveyed there?
That initial comment on her voice. The pregnant pause when he sees her. The weird pick-up line that probably just came out of his mouth without any thought. That’s not the actions of a guy innocently complimenting his friend, that’s the reaction of a guy who just realized that he finds his friend hot. I’d argue that the case can’t even proceed the way it does unless Phoenix thinks Maya is attractive, because that’s what gives him the idea to try to get her to seduce information out of Kudo.
So between Maya and Phoenix we have two best friends with a lot of chemistry who are probably into each other, and whose friends definitely think are already togeyhet, but we never actually see them take that step into romance. And you know what? It fucking works!
(See, told you we’d get into the platonic stuff eventually.)
One of my favorite movies of all time is When Harry Met Sally, and while the titular couple does get together in the end, most of the film is about the two of them navigating being best friends while obviously having romantic feelings for each other. It’s a beautiful story of these two people building a wonderful platonic relationship and then very nearly ruining it when they try to turn it romantic.
That’s the dynamic I see between Phoenix and Maya. They love each other and are probably in love with each other, but they insist on keeping things strictly platonic because to change that could mean to destroy what they’ve spent years building up. It’s an underlying tension that underscores a lot of their actions.
It’s the dynamic that the two of them still have almost a decade later in SoJ, where they find immense comfort just being in each other’s presence, investigating cases like old times. And no matter how much Phoenix gawks at Maya like a sun fish, no matter how many times Maya teases Nick while they’re investigating a wedding-based case, no matter how much they may or may not want to kiss, they’re so happy just to be friends.
(Not that I’d be mad if they did end up kissing…)
Obviously there’s nothing wrong at all with seeing Narumayo as siblings or as purely platonic friends who would never in their wildest dreams be romantically interested in each other, but I do feel like something is lost in that interpretation.
Like, I’m not the biggest fan of romantic Narumitsu, but I don’t think you can truly appreciate their friendship while ignoring that those guys have a weird pseudo-romantic tension going on. Without it they’re just two dudes who used to be friends and don’t have a whole lot of chemistry but would still for some reason die for each other. Once you acknowledge that “oh, they’re kinda in love, aren’t they” it all makes perfect sense.
I don’t think platonic Narumayo exactly falls apart if you ignore their romantic tension. They still have all that other stuff I talked about, but their relationship loses a lot of richness if it’s reduced to just “besties” or “siblings”. Even the games themselves took a little time to explore the potential romantic tension between Phoenix and Maya, and I think that’s been pretty instrumental in making them one of the coolest male/female friendships this side of When Harry Met Sally.
#ace attorney#narumayo#nickmaya#phoenix wright#maya fey#long post#but seriously#avoid looking up narumayo on twitter#there’s good art#but it’s mostly a hive of villainy
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Thank you so much for tagging me, @nihil-ism 🖤
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
Currently 15.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
9,329 - you see, my works posted so far are either shorter one shots or ficlets/drabbles.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
The Silmarillion and adjacent works by Tolkien. :) And within this fandom it's almost exclusively about rather niche ships with Mairon. Let's see when/if I will write for other fandoms; I'd love to at some point.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Of Gods And Monsters
Sacrificial
Plaything
Sugar
Sacred
All of these are Mairon/Ar-Pharazôn. lmao
5. Do you respond to comments?
I will respond to every single (first) comment someone leaves on a fic of mine. I thorougly enjoy these little interactions and I want to show my appreciation to people who show me theirs.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
That must be my double drabble Plaything I guess. At least if we talk about the very moment ending the fic. Throwing up from negative emotions and alcohol alike seems pretty... angsty.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
That must be Of Being Born and Little Deaths. Everyone (well...) is having a good time and it literally ends with an orgasm.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
So far I haven't and I'm very grateful for that.
9. Do you write smut?
I love writing smut. And I love weaving character analyses/studies and some poetry into it.
10. Do you write crossovers?
I don't, personally not a fan of crossovers.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I haven't, but sharing headcanons and ideas with others has endlessly inspired many of my fics.
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
Angbang (Melkor/Mairon). I love them, I will never be over them; they've been with me for ten years now, I could ramble on forever about how important this ship is to me and what it means to me. It's rather popular in fandom though and I feel like there's many great writers out there who have graced us with their brilliant work. That makes me feel like I don't necessarily need to... add to that somehow. I'd love to write (more) Angbang at some point but as far as writing goes my favorite ship is Mairon/Ar-Pharazôn (which many of you might have guessed at this point lol). It's rotten, it's biblical, it's a playground for all things terrible to me. And it's a rarepair (why??) and therefore (in my mind) lies like a bare field before me, ready to sow and play in. 🖤
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
No such thing. My WIP are my children and I will not abandon them. It might take many months but they will see the light of day.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Building atmosphere, pretty lines, poetry, in some parts characterization. (Very) short formats are my strength in general.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Not really able to write anything plot-driven, sometimes dialogue (though I might have started to improve a little), prioritizing pretty imagery and rhythm/sound over meaning/sense sometimes, having difficulties writing longer stuff.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
Not really my thing; could get awkard quickly imo.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Visual Kei bands (Moi dix Mois) when I was 14.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
Easily my little double drabble Reverence. It illustrates nicely what I talked about regarding my writing strengths for question 17 imo.
Tagging @lvsifer, @curufiin, @cilil, @saintstars, @gardensofthemoon, @elevenelvenswords , @crackinthecup , @swanhild , @a-world-of-whimsy-5 and @i-did-not-mean-to (no pressure ofc and sorry if I forgot anyone, in that case: that's just my forgetful brain at work)
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Can I politely ask you to elaborate on the Aroace Nene fic you talked about some time ago? Or just simply how you see her in your brain after finding out she's aroace? If it's not much to ask, of course
OMG YES YES YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! absolutely. i will ramble about aroace literally anybody on the drop of a dime this is one of the best anons to get actually
nene's story is actually the one i have the least about, to be perfectly honest. i have a plot for both emu and tsukasa's stories, but haven't quite figured out one for nene. honestly, i think nene's the type of aroace to not really... care about it that much. she'd never cared about love or romance to begin with, so when she realized it was because she was aroace, it was mostly like "hm. cool. im gonna go play animal crossing now".
as for finding out... i think it would have happened in middle school, back when she was Online Gamer Nene TM full time. with how much she loves games and storytelling, it really only makes sense she'd want to engage with fandom content like fics. however, just... seeing the way people sexualize her favorite characters, or only write/draw shipping content... she didn't care for it. she didn't want to engage with that. not that there was anything wrong with it! people can do whatever they want with fictional game characters. she just. didnt care about it herself. which led to her feeling even more isolated even within her favorite hobbies. i think this would sort of lead her to playing a variety of games so she doesn't have to worry about getting absorbed in fandoms she doesn't care to be a part of. she still checks, every once in a while. for games that she really likes. i think its through this that she eventually stumbles across a popular aroace headcannon, goes "what", googles it, and is like "wow. thats me. sick". and then moves on
but like. even when she's moved on. it's still really nice to know, yknow? it explains why she felt like the odd one out not wanting to ship stuff, or even care to entertain it. there's people out there just like her. it makes her less anxious, a little more sure of herself.
she doesn't ever tell anyone. not even rui. (i mean, they hadn't talked in ages. how is she supposed to? "hi, we havent had a genuine conversation in years, how are you? by the way i discovered im aroace and you probably don't know what that means and honestly i dont really care about it myself. have a good day".) (and once they do start talking again, it just... never came up. she never felt the need to, and he never felt the need to ask.) until my epilouge chapter where they all end up coming out like WHAT WERE ALL AROACE THATS SO SILLY anyways
in casual life, i think nene would have been the type for adults to go "oooh, you have a crush on him, don't you? look at you, all red and shy just thinking about him" when shes simply Just Like That. it was really annoying. she knew she didn't like them like that and that was that. but shes too scared to say that so she just took it. definitely didn't help the "nene needs to learn how to make friends" department. honestly, her only relief from it was with rui- both her parents and the kamishiro parents recognized that the two really did care about each other, but it wasn't like that. also no way in hell they're ruining the one friendship their kids have.
later with emu, i don't think there was any point where people even considered a romance, at least not at first glance. it wasn't like people at school even knew about emu (minus when she snuck in, but why would this hyperactive pink thing be looking for that shy second year?). and people walking the streets didn't really assume they liked each other like that since they were two girls. nene's mom was a little curious if they were dating since emu comes over so often and is so physically affectionate, but she never really pressed. she was mostly just happy nene has friends over that aren't just rui. (also, emu's aroace too, so nothing in her demeanor even made nene consider it could have been romantic. shes just Emu.)
for tsukasa, it's a similar thing. by the time people have realized the two are friends, nene's confident in herself and her feelings enough to shut down the people who would even dare assume she likes a buffoon like that star in that way. there's those people that go "oh but you're mean to him and girls are mean to boys when they have a crush on them" but she's tough enough to go "ew" and move on. (she did complain about it a little to rui on a walk home once. if he ended up in her classroom the next day to "grab her for lunch" and weaponize his dangerous reputation to intimidate them when she wasn't looking, it was sheer coincidence.)
also, i think out of the four, nene falls most on the loveless scale. tsukasa, emu, and rui are all beings made of love despite the fact they don't fall in it. nene's a bit different. she cares about her friends, and she's super good at making them (despite what she thinks), but she doesn't really... love them. not in the ways people usually want to describe love. she would kill a man for them in a heartbeat, don't get me wrong. she just experiences those sorts of feelings differently. it's care, and determination, and hope, and happiness, but not... love. not completely.
anyways aroace gamer nene so real fic will happen once i figure out how to tie these ideas to a plot 👍
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look im so sorry for bothering you and writing this but i just think your REALLY FREAKING COOL!!! and im sorry if i sound lame or anything but i just wanted to tell you that i love your art and what you do for killers character with his stages and issues. not a lot of people do this and im really happy you do
you don't have to but can you tell me some of you favorite canon facts/headcanons you ahev about him? Im just curious to see how much you know and what your thoughts are. Sorry again if this bothers you-
THANK U !! u dont sound lame + u arent botherin me at all ^_^
and im honored to be the only killer sans irl artizt who actually talkz about killer'z full character in this hellhole of a fandom tyty doez a bow
some of my favorite headcanonz i have for killer:
super fucking chaotic, but alzo emotional, as much as he doeznt want to be. he'z still pretty chaotic, emotional, and impulsive in canon as well but when i say this i mean he is WILD. teenager going through puberty chaotic and emotional.
he will not hesitate to play his loud ass electric guitar in his room until nightmare screamz at him to shut up. it helpz him get his emotionz out becauze he doeznt like venting to otherz. makez him feel like a desperate and pathetic puddle begging for peoplez' pity and mercy. one of his favorite songz to play is "Crybaby" - Destroy Boys
lovez holidayz. setz everything up like three monthz before the actual holiday comez around and everyone is just kinda forced to go along with it cuz they dont wanna disappoint him.
he just wantz to experience coming together with his "family" and hanging out with them, though it'll never be the same ever again.
when he got recruited and moved into nightmare'z castle for the first time, he asked for an extra pillow specifically for cuddling. he needz something to hold while he sleepz, it helpz him feel safe. he has a bunch of plushiez for that now, but he alwayz wishez he had an actual person to hug.
some of my favorite canon aspectz of killer:
the fact he has alterz + is implied to be a system !! makez me feel better cuz i am a system as well. he doeznt like talkin abt the subject either, and neither do i.
he'z one of the only "main" sansez to be shown as exclusively attracted to + flirt with only men (nightmare, color, cross, fell, etc.)
as unhinged and evil as he is, he doeznt want to be this way. he wantz to be a better person, and carez about a lot of people even if he has a hard time showing it. but he believez he'z gone too far to go back to become a good person again. (real)
this is a LOT but yeah !! ty 4 the question, i love rambling about this stuff <3
#killz answerz#killer sans#something new au#utmv#undertale au#sans au#canon#fanon#headcanons#killz yapz#he'z so me#he'z so cool#hehe#im so cool#dot dot dot
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Okay that other anon made me think and wonder. When would Neji most likely go to therapy, like how much pushing would it take and what age would his pup be when he broke and goes 'fine! I'll go to therapy... Not like I need it but okay'?
Cause if it's an age where they process things better so like age 3? 4? Would they know their alpha parent much? Because with how you write the alpha in that's scenario it makes me think that they'd be out of the house more so they didn't have to deal with Neji's... Nejiness... Like either at work, the support group, therapy anything like that but just not at home.
Also makes me wonder, how would the pup react to their alpha parent barely popping in or doing anything with them because anything they had previously done with the kid was judged by Neji or Neji took the kid from the alpha because they weren't doing it right. Cause I mentioned this before, but they would probably get really disheartened, I mean anyone would, and spend less time with their pup and any time they did spend at home begging Neji to go to therapy to try and get over this hurdle.
But how would Neji react to all that? Either before therapy Neji or after therapy Neji. All this just like interests me so I like to ramble and share my thoughts, whether or not said thoughts are wrong -3-
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Neji would be in therapy pretty fast imo. He's suffering from something that means he can't function at all, so he gives in pretty quickly, I'd say before the pup is six months old.
@omeganronpa brought up the idea of Kiba being the one to convince Neji into going to therapy and taking walks and stuff, and I love that headcanon.
Kiba is a friend and fellow omega, and therefore not a threat, but he's also likely to either be pregnant himself or carrying a newborn pup, so Neji doesn't read him as a threat to his baby, which means Kiba can get close to Neji and form a support system for him.
And Neji never stops his alpha from being around his pup, he more so forbids his pup from leaving his sight. Annoying, yes, and probably a hurtful lack of trust, but not quite the same thing as banning the alpha contact. His alpha is the only one allowed to watch the pup when Neji's body gives in and he's forced to sleep.
With therapy, Neji is originally resistant, but once Kiba starts helping him, once alpha convinces him that he'd be a better parent if he went, and once Neji is assured that he can bring his baby with him, then he caves. He eventually has medication too, which helps him a bunch.
So yeah, I hope that explains it more! And yeah, it's a super interesting thing to think about!
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Permit me a bit of gushing, even though I've said most of this before, in a variety of places. But what is a tumblr blog even for, if not for subjecting you all to this? Anyway, I am just so, so enamoured with Dame Aylin, the way she is written, the way she speaks and acts, and every single trope that makes an appearance with her.
I adore what she's doing to people's vocabularies! Love seeing 'panoply' come up in the context of her armour. 'Libation' is another great fun one popping up, in actual religious ritual contexts, in Shadowheart-getting-drunk-in-camp-again contexts, and sometimes Isobel's, uhm. Yeah. And hey, she has single-handedly brought 'succor' to unprecedented levels of popularity!
Also, I cannot tell you how fun it is to write her! The levels of sheer intensity! The contrasting genuine sweetness and moments of vulnerability! What a gift it is to let loose with some really apeshit vows of bloody vengeance or stuff about cleaving foul villains in twain to rot unburied in dishonour without end, then go into gloriously inspirational and actually quite insightful supportive words reserved for loyal and respected allies, and after that waxing poetic about fair Isobel and her wise countenance and the honeyed indulgence of her lips and the luminous moonlit halo that rests easy upon her blessèd brow-- I love her so much, she is invited into my brain forever, she sparks such pure unadulterated joy. Just this evening I was picking at a fic doc and didn't get much done, but I filled in a bit of banter
"A snivelling coward as always, Balthazar. Were there no spines to be found in any of the tombs you plundered?"
and then sat and had a little giggle with myself.
Anyway. I could happily post bits and pieces of Aylin lines all day (this is only slightly a joke post), there's just so many excellent ones, and ones I feel people often miss, which is a shame. But here, for now, to cap off these rambles, have this bit from the Shadowfell prison that just goes so hard and that I am particularly personally fond of for some reason. The phrasing is just... chef's kiss.
Know I will feel every wound, and still I will hurt less than you, who so utterly yourself defile.
On a more humorous note, I am also a big fan of when she calls you a chicken.
Run your coop all you like, chicken. You cannot fly without my wings.
#dame aylin#baldur's gate 3#bg3#voice lines#needed to get this out of my system need some pure fannish joy#oathkeeper writes things#aylin: my armour is drenched with the ignoble blood of my foes innumerable. my face is drenched with my belove-- isobel: AYLIN#okay off to bed with me now for real
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I have SO many thoughts about everything and they are in no kind of order yet, so here's just some quick little bits in the meantime!
I am not normal about any of these characters!
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 part 6 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 part 6 spoilers#me just staring at the ceiling thinking about anime characters#if i start talking about the big stuff now it's going to turn into a huge rambling mess so in the meantime#i did not get sebek (yet) (i need to contemplate my gems...) but i did see his groovy#he is just full-on cinderella-sparkles bibbidi-bobbidi-booing into that armor! magnificent.#and i really don't have enough words for how much i love tiny malleus. he is perfect. he is precious. he is everything to me.#he knows who his dad is no matter what some crusty dead talking ectoplasm blobs say#(man no wonder lilia's got hangups if THAT was the general attitude he was getting)#('eww you got your dirty bat cooties on the prince' go sit in the corner with mrs. rosehearts you absolute garbage)#(...i did kind of love that lilia started to wake up because the senate said one nice thing to him)#(and he immediately was like 'this is not reality')#(sounds about right)#on a lighter note i was just. SO charmed by the little throwaway about ✨dragon lord consort esteemed diplomat revaan✨#who picks the vegetables out of his food and hides them under the tablecloth#everything i learn about this man makes me like him more. he was SO dumb.#now we know where malleus gets it from i guess#also unrelated but once again the fact that i named my mc tamago has had unintentional consequences#tamago take the tamago and tamago tamagao tamago#frikkin love that when yuu gives the egg back you can just be like 'i love him. this is my baby now.' 100% accurate.#also yuu continually referring to malleus as tsunotarou even to the senate = amazing. yuu really has NO self-preservation or awareness.#they fit right in with everyone else#<- see what did i tell you. huge rambling mess.#and i haven't even BEGUN to talk about MELEANOR -- (is dragged offstage by a hook)
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My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.
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#legend of zelda#loz#twilight princess#loz tp#i'm still reeling that someone sent me an ask about this one.. that they took the time to find my tumblr and tell me they liked it#it really meant a lot; thank you to anyone that stops to leave comments like that. they make me happy#but yeah! here's the usual symbolism ramble:#i thought it'd be cool to have the 'spirits' flowing one way and the cats walking through them the other way#to kinda show the difference in life inhabiting the village in the past and present#link's face is covered because impaz was just waiting for 'the hero' so his clothes are what matters; not his face#and it (hopefully) gives a surreal and intangible sense to 'the hero' she could only hope would actually show up#you can feel free to interpret the glowy blue sheikah as ghosts or just as memories of the past! i couldn't decide either way#the one on the bottom left is oot impa since she's implied to be the village founder. so i guess she would be a ghost actually?#fan art#my art#project stuff#and ahhh the book-- everyone's stuff is so beautiful!!#especially the writing. some of the fics made me really tear up and some were so fun and clever. i really love them#a lot of them captured the sheer burden of the role of the sheikah; all of the time and grief and doubt#i know i always say this stuff about every project but. the people i get to work with in these are truly so skilled every time
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Hey maybe a group of creatives deciding that they want control over their content and don't want to waste time and resources begging for ad revenue is like. A good thing
#lav rambles#watcher#its literally just what dropout did#i understand being upset at having to get another subscription#but did yall watch the video?#this is something theyre excited about#that will allow them to make more and better shows#and youtube just wasnt working for them anymore#like honestly id rather have a couple small subscriptions to companies i love#and want to support#than get their stuff for free with countless ads that hinder their creativity and freedom
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