#50/50 chance you get scratched but honestly

[artsbytawari]

[constelationprize]

My main takeaway from TSC now being the second trilogy is that I'm gonna spend the next two books waiting for Stuart to do his routine of showing up out of nowhere, being an absolute cunt for no reason, and then leaving at least one more time. Do I think it will happen? No, I didn't even expect it the first time. But a girl can dream.

[etclouie]

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 them + their opinions on hickeys

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: innuendo towards sex, mentions of giving and receiving hickeys

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 includes; john price, simon riley, kyle garrick, soap mactavish, alex keller, alejandro vargas, rodolfo parra, phillip graves, keegan russ and makarov (x fem!reader)

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ price - i feel as if price loves them, if they’re above the collar and the 141 sees them he’ll kinda just shrug them off. sure, he wants discretion, but if see his girlfriend get happy from marking him up then he’s all for it. 

seeing his girlfriend all pretty and covered in hickeys makes his day, he loves it. if he’s home from deployment when the weathers warm and he sees you in one of those pretty sundresses, he’ll be adding to the already fading hickeys across your body. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ simon - he’s 50/50 with hickeys. i feel as if it fully depends on his mood for hickeys on him, he’s either fully for them or fully against them. either way, as long as they’re hidden it’ll make his feelings for them a little better. 

if we’re talking about hickeys on your body though, i feel as if it’ll be different. a shriek of possessiveness running through him at the sight of your body covered in hickeys, specifically coming back from a mission to cover you in more of them. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ soap - he loves them, both ways. he prefers giving them but isn’t opposed to receiving hickeys. anywhere he can get his mouth on you, will either end up with bite marks or hickeys. no doubt in my mind. 

but with hickeys on himself, he’ll show them off. likes bragging about his girl back home, who’s just like him. both of you as eager for the other, and it never shuts him up. so with hickeys covering his neck, it worsens his reason to talk. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ gaz - i see him liking hickeys, both giving and receiving. prefers giving them, but he’s not opposed to receiving them. honestly, mutual pinning between you both gets him going, the eagerness of both of you, and the willingness to give hickeys is what he enjoys most about them. 

explicitly talking about hickeys on you though, he loves the sight. if he’s had a rougher day, and comes home to your flat to see you on the couch, cuddled up and wearing one of his shirts and the hickeys are visible - he’s practically begging to give you more. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ alex - i feel like alex is also 50/50 on hickeys, but in a different way. that love he shares with his girlfriend is the key to his Intimacy, so adding hickeys into he equation makes it all the more intimate to him. 

seeing both of you covered in hickeys makes his heart flutter. that joint passion and the evidence of it painted across your skins, it’s something he’ll never give up. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ alejandro - prefers giving them. don’t think he’d ever give the chance to let you give him hickeys, i think he’d allow scratches down his back more than hickeys. not that he’s against them, just honestly prefers to give them than receive them. 

he gets lost in it when giving you hickeys, neck all red from his mouth. becomes hard to dicier the new hickeys from old ones because he’s so eager to give them out. anything to show you as his, he’s not opposed. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ rudy - for rudy, i believe his opinion is different. i think he’d be cautious of hurting you the first couple times, after that i feel as if he’d open up to them a little bit more but still be in his head a little. 

as for you giving him hickeys, he’d reassure you that you don’t need to if you don’t want to, but would be excited if you insisted. the thought of you being excited to give him hickeys gets his blood pumping and his heart beating a little faster. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ graves - i think he’d honestly prefer receiving them than giving them. he gives off sub vibes so being marked up by his girlfriend gets him going, has him finishing prematurely almost. hickeys on his thighs are his weakness, i just know it. 

on the off chance he gives you hickeys, it’ll be brief. mainly happens if you ride him, his hands on your hips ‘helping’ your movements while he kisses across your neck and down to your boobs, sucking hickeys across them and moaning at the sight of them covered in his marks. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ keegan - he’s a giver. if he hasn’t littered your skin with hickeys, has he really done his part? that’s how he sees it at least. hickeys convey that definite that he took care of you, especially hickeys across your thighs. it fuels his ego really. 

on the other hand, he’s not that picky about hickeys on himself. he’ll take them if you’re willing to give them, but he won’t be miffed if he doesn’t have them. whatever makes his girl happy is enough for him. 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ makarov - loves giving them. fuels this thing inside him that ‘brands’ you as his, it gets him off even more than it probably should. he adores seeing you marked up by him, and he’ll cover you in more if the original ones begin to fade. 

he’s less of a fan of hickeys on himself, he’ll indulge if you’re persistent on giving him some, but he’ll keep it to only a few. if you give one above the collar where he can hide it though, he’ll fuss and complain but deep down loves it. 

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[yrqrnc]

𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 STRAY KIDS : SMILING WEIRD AT THEM UNTIL THEY NOTICE

genre: fluff, crack, pranks

pairing: skz x reader

bringing the tiktok pranks back bcs i need funny headcanon ideas to write 😁🙏🏻

some member's parts might be a bit shorter than the rest bcs i wrote some while being sugar high at 2:50 in the morning so pls excuse that

leave comments, reblog, and feedbacks pls <3

𖤐 CHAN : —

is 70% concerned 30% holding his laugh

you approached him and started a normal conversation on a very normal thursday afternoon so he thought everything was nice and ok in the house and with you???

he guesses not, a minute or two into the talk 😟

bcs why are you smiling at him in a way that would summon his sleep paralysis demon at night???

he already sleeps so less now he fears he will have to sleep even less.

is too worried to say anything about it because what if this is actually your true smile and you’re just getting comfortable around him and he hurts your feelings by making a comment about it?

right????

but he’s also starting to get scared because wHAT HAPPENED TO HIS BABY YOU’VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE 😭😭😭 WHAT WENT WRONG ⁉️

PLS BRING THEM BACK 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

doesn’t say anything but gets so tensed during the convo and gives you this look that has you breaking character shortly after, bcs you burst out laughing and going back to that cute big smile he was used to and the one he adored.

(sorry, writer-break-in: now if anyone comments abt how they ugly laugh, i’m gonna smash my guitar on your head. chris says that’s cute, so it’s cute. you don’t get a say.)

then he’s like “oh ☺️ that’s it. here they are <3”

thinks about it when he lays in his bed at night tho

might make him rethink everything and consider your health (mental & physical) for a couple days 😕👎🏻

𖤐 MINHO : —

right, ok. so, he notices it so quick

this man is VERYYY very very observant and he knows you like the back of his hand

so the moment you flash your worst smile as he’s in the midst of talking, taking just the chance when he looked to the side for a sec—

he catches it from his peripheral vision, snaps his head at you and he goes 🤨⁉️ (15% concerned 85% judging)

stares at you silently for a while after that, trying to figure you out

🧍🏻😾❓️ (yes.)

when you act completely normal and ask him why he stopped, telling him to continue and all that, he cautiously goes back to saying what he had been talking about

but then you pull your shit again and he catches it this time too right away

(bcs he’s always looking at you when he’s talking. he looks at you when you’re talking too. he looks at you. he just loves looking at you, that’s honestly it. bro is just an eye-contact and make their knees weak type of person)

and he knows he isn’t high

looks straight at you and goes — “what’s wrong with this one... 😐”

and you’re all like “what??? 😠🦿🦿 what’s wrong w me???” bcs how dare he say that in that tone

“why are u making yourself look like that plushie whose face doongie scratched up last week”

LMAOOOO 😭😭😭 SAVE YOURSELF

so you’re throwing hands now (& terribly failing) and this is the only part of your stupid prank that minho is finding fun

𖤐 CHANGBIN : —

HELP.

doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry someone pls take him away from you 🙁🙏🏻

he’s just casually telling you about this sick rap that he came up with yesterday night in the studio

and you’re nodding and laughing, and he turns to focus on you more and finds you like: 😁 i mean 👹???

and the lOOK THAT PASSES THROUGH HIS EYES AND THE WAY HIS SMILE DROPS SO SLOWLY

WITH AN EYE TWITCH TOO

LORD HELP ME

no HELP SEO CHANGBIN ACTUALLY

bro freezes but then he tries to play it chill, chuckling and being like “right... 😄☝🏻 hahah hahahahah so i was saying... ”

but you keep doing it and he can’t ignore it anymore 😔

“...baby what’s wrong? do you feel sick?” and that too in such a scared voice yOU CAN'T KEEP UP THE ACT ANYMORE

once you tell him it’s a prank, relief washes over him like cold water on a scorching hot summer day and he laughs along with you

might haunt him when he’s alone in his studio at midnight tho

𖤐 HYUNJIN : —

judges you.

no i’m not even gonna try to be funny first

HE JUDGES 👨‍⚖️

you do it and he instantly goes “😦😣 what the fuck”

and you’re like “what? what happened?”

and he doesn’t even know what to say

then he switches up just as quickly and starts yapping again

but you do it again too

and he’s so fed up he goes “dude tf wrong w u 🙄”

and when you keep doing it, he starts iMITATING YOU TO MOCK YOU😭😭

now you’re both just flaring your teeth and gums at each other while cackling in between too, and anyone watching would’ve started praying honestly

later that day, after finding out it was a prank he’s just thinking... why is my partner like this... 😟

he loves u tho <3

𖤐 JISUNG : —

honestly bro...

he finds you adorable :(

like, you guys are casually talking one evening

and he’s telling you about this new anime he watched recently, that almost made him cry

and he’s telling you the amazing sad plot and all, and out of nowhere you just 😁

first he’s really caught off guard bcs... girl (gn!) what 😟 i said??? i almost???? CRIED??? HEARTBREAK?????

but then he just looks at you as you keep up w the goofiness when he speaks again, and he thinks to himself

:(“i love this idiot so much even tho i do feel half irritated and offended right now”

bcs even if you’re pulling your ugliest smile rn, he loves that sparkle in your eyes as you stifle a laugh back and the way almost break character everytime you make eye contact with him

sorry guys this is getting soft but

jisung just loves you very much ☹️☹️☹️

prank is all forgotten, you are just two young people in love <3

𖤐 FELIX : —

i would say he already knows what the trend is, but that’s really boring so let’s pretend that he’s actually getting fooled here.

the moment he sees u doing it, that epic felix thing happens again— where his smile gradually just drops and he has that :0 face in the funniest way

he isn’t sure if he should speak bcs what if that unleashes more of that demon in u 😓

he’s torn between two things actually: should he hug you and try to squish the demonic smile out of you, or should be just stay away and give u your space until ur okay again

bcs he isn’t sure about how fine you are with the way you’re smiling at him right now

he might just be like:

“haha hahahahah hahahah ok we laughed now can we pls have my partner and their sweet smile back 🙁”

genuinely doesn’t know what to do

half of him is scared, half finds you very cute, some other bits are thinking of ways to get back on a a prank of his lololololz

he decides to continue speaking bcs maybe you’ll get distracted by the talk and come back to him normally again

doesn’t happen. so now he’s just there and thinking abt how to fix u 😞🙏🏻

𖤐 SEUNGMIN : —

you hate him

you hate him so bad

he doesn’t give you any reaction AT ALL 😐👎🏻

you start off gentle at first, right, like doing it when he wasn’t looking and then gradually more intensely and so he could clearly see

but nothing. no weird looks. no comments. no judgement.

NOTHING AT ALL?!^#^*@#,

at some point you get all up in his face and you’re like 😁😁😁👹😁😁😁👹😁😁❓️❓️❓️

and mf just keeps talking like nothing is wrong or off

it gets you more and more frustrated with each passing second but man, if you’d put that irritation aside and looked more closely into his facial expressions,

you would’ve seen the way the corner of his mouth lifted in the slightest and that glint of mischief in his eye

but you don’t 🙄

when you finally give up and go “babe why aren’t you asking me why i’m smiling weird??? 😕”

he... he says... he’s like—

“huh? but don’t you always smile like that?”

damn y/n 😥💔 that’s how it was huh

you’re abt to poke his eyeballs out and then shit tears yourself

jk dw tho he’s just teasing you

he stays with felix enough to know about these ideas

and from how you’ve done multiple pranks on him before, everytime you do something weird or out of place now, he just assumes you’re onto some prank

𖤐 JEONGIN : —

HE GETS SCARED PLS DONT😭

NO LIKE he actually starts taking it in all the wrong ways

when he sees you smiling like that.. there’s this STORM of emotions that starts cooking up inside him 😭

“are they ok” “are they mad at me and trying to play it off” “is this a trick move” “is this a prank and if so how should i react that it would make me seem cool and—”

but then... SUDDENLY

he suddenly remembers this piece of information he read on the internet LONG time back, like, AGES ago !! that said like

if someone is having a stroke or about to, their smile will be crooked / really weird and off/abnormal

....

no way... right ?

HIS BABY 😟😕🥺🥺😭😭😭 (emojis are satire im not—)

“...baby 😨😰 i think... i think you’re about to have a stroke 😣 or ARE YOU HAVING IT ALREADY 😰😢😢 HAS IT STARTED😭⁉️”

now ur not sure if u should stop or continue and whether u should laugh, cry or bonk him in the head

but he’s just a jeongin 🙁🎀

[anqlicrosie]

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making moodboards everyday was something i looked forward to, especially finding out how to make them more prettier and more aesthetic than the last hehe. and not to mention trying to figure out how to make gifs at the start from scratch (which i'm still in the process of learning) and being surprised at all the different ways in which you can make moodboards more unique.

taking part in so many events, getting to meet and interact with so many talented people, even getting the confidence to start a writing blog, honestly i feel so blessed haha. all in all it was such a good experience this past month ♡︎ and i am so thankful to everyone whom i had the chance to interact with this last month ‹3

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.:･˚₊ let's get out of here

pairings: theo x fem!reader ft. intak, and chaeryeong and ryujin of itzy

synopsis: with parties not bring your forte, trying to find a way out unexpectedly leads to meeting someone new.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: mild swearing, poor attempts at humour, alcohol consumption

a/n: ahhhh! first written oneshot and it's for theo!! hope you guys enjoy, this honestly took me a while cause although i have the plot in my head im just too lazy to actually write it lol, but worry not as i am working on future fics and ideas ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

Bodies. Alcohol. Sweat. More bodies. More alcohol. More sweat.

"Gross," you thought. "Clearly, parties aren’t my forte." 

You walk over to the crowd, searching for your friends, Chaeryeong and Ryujin. After what feels like being pushed over 20 times, you reach your friends.

“You guys, I think I'm going to head home." You fan yourself, acting as if you feel faint, “feeling kind of lightheaded.”

Chaeryeong turns to you, pushing you to a more quiet area. "Are you ok? It's pretty late right now. Why don't you take a nap upstairs in Intak's room? He said that none of his roommates are here right now. That way, we can go home together."

You nod your head in agreement. "Ryujin was my ride home anyway." You glance back at her, seeing her drunkenly dance around "that is if she's sober enough."

"Which way is Intak's bedroom? I don't want any of his roommates to find some random girl sleeping in their bed." 

"It's the second room on the left."

"OK, wake me up when you guys are done."

"Rest well," Chaeryeong says as you watch her head back to the rest of your friends on the dance floor.

Going upstairs was much more of a challenge than you expected. With people's bodies on top of one another and smoke fumes going through your face, it just wasn't a fun time. Nevertheless, once you make it to the top, you may or may not have forgotten which room to go to.

"Second door, second door, something. Was it left? Was it right? I have a 50% chance here. Left or right?" You looked both ways, still pondering. "Just gonna go with the right-hand rule."

You walk into the room, “Oh shit- oh, I’m sorry. I guess it was the left door." Forgetting that you were still standing there, you make eye contact with the man in front of you. “Thought this was Intak’s room. Sorry to bother you,” you say as you scratch the nape of your neck.

As he stares at you, he fails to remember that he hasn't responded to you yet. Clearing his throat, his voice begins, “uh- no, no, it’s fine. My fault for forgetting to tell Intak that I came back.”

As the air begins to get more and more awkward, you walk backwards towards the exit of the room. "Well, I'm just gonna head to Intak’s room,” you point behind you.

You turn around halfway before hearing the boy say, "Hey! you wanna head out?” Stopping in your tracks, you question him, “What?”

“Let’s get out of here,” he states more boldly. 

You turn around, eyeing him from outside of the room. “I don’t think that would be the best idea, considering we don’t even know one another.” 

He shrugs. “I mean, I'm sure you have nothing better to do. I'm assuming you came up here to get away from all the madness downstairs.” 

You stare at him with a blank expression. “That was just an idea, you don't have to. You can just head to Intak's room,” he says, panicking while moving his hands around. 

As you hesitantly walk back into his room, you inspect every single corner. Seeing posters and vinyls of rock bands like AC/DC and Queen, with little trinkets scattered around his room. Spotting an electric guitar in the corner of his room, you point towards it, “You play?” 

The boy turns to where you point, and he nods, “Yeah, I dabble. Been practicing Until I Found You on it.” 

You turn back to him, finally making your decision, putting your hand out for him to shake. “I'm YN.”  

He grabs your hand to shake and smiles, “Theo.” 

You smile back at him, “Let's get out of here.”

The two of you guys go out on a journey towards the convenience store. As you walked, you expected a somewhat awkward silence but were met with Theo giving his ear buds to you, “just for us to listen to.”

The familiar tune of Beth by KISS surrounds you. Theo says, “I'm just going on a whim that you may like rock songs.” He turns to you, “Don't think that I didn't see you eyeing my AC/DC vinyl.” 

“I will say your vinyl collection is very impressive," you reply. 

Thankful for the music in your ears, the rest of the walk to the convenience store went by smoothly. Small talk and hearty laughs were exchanged, and with the cool breeze passing by, both of you were completely unaware of the butterflies gradually forming in your stomachs. 

Reaching the convenience store, you head straight to the instant food. Grabbing some Neoguri ramen as well as some instant spicy rice cakes, your drink of choice is some good old-fashioned milk tea. 

Walking back to Theo, he shows you his items. Some jelly, strawberry milk, and honey butter chips. He looks down at what you’ve grabbed and asks, “Was the party food really that bad?”

You sighed, “If there even was food, all I saw was alcohol." You looked back in thought, "although I think I did see a bowl of something in the living room.”

After paying for your snacks, the both of you head to a nearby park to hang out.

Sitting down together on a bench and munching on your snack, the night passes by in a blur. Long conversations were held with your guys’ laughter, which could be heard from a mile away. Interests were exchanged, heavy on the topics of interest you both shared.

Finding a similar interest in Harry Potter, questions were being asked back and forth, “Ok, but no, which Harry Potter movie is the best one though?” Theo asks. “Definitely Prisoner of Azkaban, it’s also the best book, and no one could tell me otherwise,” you replied.

Finding out about Theo’s admiration for Emma Watson, you couldn’t help but tease him, “You know, if you dye your hair ginger, you might pass for a Weasley," you say, laughing as he glared at you.

Not knowing the time at all, and with the party long forgotten, your phone blows up with notifications. “I’m going to assume those are my friends." You check the time and realize that you guys have been out for nearly two hours. 

“Holy shit, yeah, we should probably head back. Intak might think I kidnapped you or something.” Theo says as he grabs all the trash.

Arriving back at the house, people can be seen leaving as they're helping their tipsy friends, with some people looking like they're going to stay back for a little bit longer. You spot your friends, looking worried, on the porch with Intak.  

They spot you, putting up their hands to wave at you. As you wave back at them, you turn back to Theo, “guess this is me. It was really fun hanging out with you tonight. Although I was a bit skeptical at first.” 

Theo puts his hand to his chest, “wow that hurt!” feigning a pained expression. 

“Hey, for all I know, you could've just come into this open party and acted like you were Intak’s friend, just to kidnap someone.” 

“Ok, that’s impossible. You saw all my pictures in my room, which happen to have Intak in them," he replies back. 

“Hey, you never know. That could all have been a front that you've planned for months.” 

“Really, YN? Maybe you need to lay off the true crime documentaries for a while.” 

Not really knowing how to leave one another, you both speak at the same time.

“I think my fri-” 

“We should prob-”

 Theo speaks first, “We should probably head inside. Are you staying over?” 

You shake your head. “Nope, class tomorrow, plus I'm pretty sure Ryujin might collapse any time now,” you say as you glance at your friends, who are now heading over. 

“YNNIE!” Ryujin screams, “i missed yuh sooooo muschhhh,” she slurred as she tackled you into a hug. “I was dancing all on the floor thing an YOU were out with a man. like whyyyy? ah we not enuf fir you?” 

You lift her up, putting your arms around her to support her weight. “Okay, now I think it's time for you to head into the car.”. 

You glance back at Theo, “hopefully I’ll see you around?” 

He nods and smiles. “Yeah, I’d like that.” 

As you watch Theo head back to his house, Chaeryeong nudges you with her elbow. “Soo, what’d you guys do?” she teases. 

“Definitely not whatever you’re thinking, that's for sure. C'mon, help me put Ryujin in the car.” 

"Oh, come one, give me the details,” she whines. You shake your head. “Maybe tomorrow morning, when you guys are both sober.” 

“Pinky promise?” 

“Pinky promise.”

As Theo walks towards the house, Intak comes into view with his dopey smile. 

“Stop looking at me like that.” 

“Like what?” Intak replies.

“Like that," Theo waves his hands, “like you’re all knowing or whatever.” 

Intak puts his hands up in surrender. "Look, I'm just saying it seems like you and YN hit it off,” he smiles again, “plus I know she’s single.” He wiggles his eyebrows. 

"Oh, shut up!”

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[twisted-wonderland-memories]

Time with them - Headcanons

Characters: Overblot Boys x G/N Reader/Yuu

Summary: They honestly find it strange as to why you really had an alarm clock on your phone, or on your schedule and yet….

//chances of them falling for you….is around 0 - 50% be also aware that there is ooc and random typos

Riddle Rosehearts

You had received an achievement: “Rose Tyrant Tamer”/j

Much to his confusion, he thought you came to him for tutoring. But it was the opposite, it was an actual hangout while the rest of the other students in Heartslabyul thought that you were crazy to hangout with a tyrant like Riddle. Tho he would had to admit that he honestly was amazed that you are still friends with him and not fear him before and after his Overblot.

But he secretly admits that he was honestly thankful for you to be there for him even if he was cruel to you at first, hense the invitations to unbirthday parties and private tea parties with you just to relax and talk to him from time to time. You were very interesting in his eyes and when you say a topic that was different than studying, talks about your other world and history would definitely caught his attention into asking you what does it look like from before and now.

If you are extra lucky, you will witness a cute side of Riddle being curious about what you say.

You may not notice this but…. Riddle does ask Trey about you from time to time when no one is around.

Leona Kingscholar

Let’s admit, Leona is lazy for this….

He thinks that you are really silly even after his Overblot, tho he does admit that your lap is a cozy pillow.

You are like a walking pillow just perfect for him to relax, tho he relaxes even further when you talk more often. Normally he would be annoyed but for a reason he finds it soothing to listen to. Tho he won’t evenly care if Ruggie teases him about you, you are his pillow and there is no going back.

You might want to get ready to be a pillow from time to time depending on his mood, tho if you are lucky he can allow you to pet his ears. He actually likes it when you pet him and gently scratch behind his ears, if you may not notice you might feel your arm or wrist being hugged by his tail. If you also love to compliment him, you can tell that Leona felt inner pride in his expression before he decide to find a way to make you blush.

Get ready for payback from Leona…..good luck soldier.

Azul Ashengrotto

“My, Yuu/Reader-san visiting me as usual?”

Yeap he expects it, no second guesses.

Before he finds you surprising to see you visiting him more often, not for a contract business, but more of a friendly conversation. It also went from the Leech twins letting Azul know, to Azul making second dresses from visiting the entrance from time to time. Yet he has to get used to the twins teasing him about expecting you, cause most of his conversations with you were over in progress drinks and pleasant chats from time to time.

But there were times where he does have a deep conversation with you from time to time, there were even times where he was shy to pull you for a hug. Tho you do know that he does like a hug or too, it makes Azul flustered but he does enjoy your time with him, it will be the only thing he will keep it precious close to his heart.

It was not a deal, but it was more like a gently connection.

Jamil Viper

Poor Jamil, he doesn’t want attention and yet he has not only one but two to get used to.

But you are an exception.

He does honestly enjoy your presence, he finds it relaxing from time to time. And yet a part of him wanted to be closer to you, he does find it strange and yet. Jamil does like to invite you to have a feast with him in the dorm from time to time. Sure the feast was a relaxing experience but he also feel at ease when you were relaxing and enjoying the fun, tho as much as he doesn’t want to talk more. Jamil would take his time in any minute to spend more time with you.

You might think that he has extreme intentions, but another part of you is saying give him a chance, if you tame him right he won’t be worse.

You might be surprised when you notice that Jamil compliments you from time to time at a rare chance.

Vil Shoenheit

Oh please, if Riddle was a mess get ready for Vil/j

It’s not about the strictness, it’s about the beauty. Beauty that would make you get used to his recommended product he wants you to give it a try, plus he would be satisfied if you were beautiful in his eyes. There were times where he was honestly happy to see you visiting him, bonus part tho he does admire you for going out of your way to talk to other people despite how tired you are.

He acts like a second mom and does pamper you, Vil would gently scold you and yet he gives in to take care of you. Tho if it’s you who was taking care of him, Vil does had to hold himself back from giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek to show his appreciation.

I also forgot to mention that Rook would talk about you to Vil from time to time, as much as he doesn’t want Rook to keep an eye on you from the distance, also if you happen to be an addict about make-up and fashion, congratulations Vil is your bestie. He would also have a pleasant conversation with you about fashion ideas and make-up ideas. That would really take hours or days when you and Vil decided to make a project together.

If you manage to satisfy him even more, you will find yourself lucky that he would give you a kiss.

Idia Shroud

At first Idia was scared of you.

But when he learned that you also play other video games, he is your homie nerd about games. You two would literally meme about games or stories that were funny, you two would rage over raging games, and you two would literally attempt to troll each other. If it’s a video game irl with him, get ready for Idia being a goof ball and does like to troll you from time to time.

Tho there are moments where he was able to have fun with you when it comes up to topics about video games, he won’t stop bragging about it to you and you simply listen and enjoy it without interrupting him. Tho he is flustered when he notice that you are literally also telling him games that he had never experience before. That alone would make him curious about it.

If you are also into cats, expect him to stare at your neko headphones.

Also Idia might roast or troll you, but he does have fun with you. There were even times where he also would love to play online multiplayer games with you and have a blast with Ortho.

Malleus Draconia

You will find him strange but at the same time…..clingy?

Sure you did take your time to hang out with him, but in private especially away from Sebek. Malleus does find you interesting that you of all people don’t fear him, and yet his heart was really scared that he might lost you one day. But that alone never fails for him to attempt to make memories with you, by decorating ramshackle dorm for Halloween, give you a holiday card, and even visit you when everyone else is sleeping.

There were times where you were greeted by gifts from Malleus, Lilia told him that it would make you happy, but when you caught Malleus trying to give you a gift, please reassure him that his presence alone is enough just to spend time with him. And yet Malleus does try to tempt you to fall for him and yet it was kinda like you pulled an uno reverse on him. He swears he fell for you on accident/j

Even tho he does find you interesting, he was evenly happy when you decided to listen to one of his stories, having a pleasant chat with him. Tho you might not notice that while you were sleeping he appears to make sure that you are sleeping well.

Malleus does secretly years for this day that it’s either you or him to fall for each other.

[saraakpotter]

i can't love you (Mike Wheeler x reader)

summery: he loves you, but you can't hurt your sister. genre: angst warnings:Brief spoilers for season 2 but it's really not a lot. tell me if i missed anything :) a\n: well, i hope you like it. maybe i'll do a part two, tell me if i should. btw the story isn't set in season two but you can imagine it when ever you want<3

"i sound crazy don't i?" El said as she laid on your bed and hugged a pillow.

"yes, yes you do" you said chuckling and laying next to her "but that's the point of love, isn't it?"

"wow....that was so cute"

"i know, i heard it on TV" you joked and you both laughed

"but seriously" she said as she stopped laughing and sat straight "i love him. i really really love Mike Wheeler"

"i still don't get why you won't just confess to him"

"confess to him?! are you out of your mind?" she said looking alarmed

"yeah, why not? i'm sure he will like you back" you said as you sat up straight.

"he would, probably like me back. there is a 50% chance he won't. no, no, no, there is a 70% chance he won't"

"can you stop with the numbers? you are being dramatic. he would...." but your speech was cut off by your dad, Jim Hopper's voice.

"girls, dinner!" he called and you took El's hand.

"c'mon, we can't talk about your complicated love life with an empty stomach" you teased as she rolled her eyes playfully.

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".....she is the most beautiful girl i have ever seen! she is smart, funny, hot, sarcastic, we have shared interests...." Mike said as they all sat in his basement.

"okay, Mike, we get it! we have seen her a million times before" Lucas said cutting him off

"yeah Mike, you should quit rambling" Will said as he chuckled

"i'm not rambling!"

"yes, you are. it's always: y\n Hopper this, y\n Hopper that" Dustin teased mocking Mike and then making kissing noises making everyone laugh except Mike

"yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. not that you guys would shut up about Suzie and Max" Mike said rolling his eyes

"hey! they are our girlfriend's. if you just tell y\n how you feel, we will stop teasing you" Lucas said making Mike roll his eyes again

"yeah like it's as simple as that"

"it is! look, Mike, y\n had been our friend since we were 5. telling her how you feel isn't that hard"

"yes, it is. it may ruin our whole friendship if i tell her how i feel and she doesn't feel the same"

"that's the most ridiculous thing i've ever heard" Dustin said "of course she likes you back!"

"you're supposed to say that because you're my friend"

"maybe, but deep down, we both know i'm right"

Mike knew he was right. he should just stop being scared and tell her how he feels.

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you were laying on your bed. weeks had past since the day El told you how she feels about Mike. she honestly didn't know how to feel.

you thought about the day your dad brought El home from the jungle. you were surprised. you and everyone else thought she was dead but she wasn't. you remembered how you really saw each other as sisters.

you can't ruin that. you can't break her heart. no. no matter how hard you've fallen for Mike Wheeler. you can't.

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you heard a knock on your room door.

"come in?"

the door opened revealing the one and only, Mike Wheeler.

"hey, y\n\n"

you smiled widely but it quickly faded when you remembered the promise you made to yourself. you tried to bring back the smile.

"hey Mike"

he took a deep breath and sat next to you on your bed. he could practically hear hi own heart beat of how fast it was beating. he scratched the back of his head and exhaled before speaking.

"umm....y\n, there is something i needed to tell you. something that's been in my mind for a while"

"what is it?" you felt a little worried

"i.....well.....i....can you promise to not get angry? or think it's disgusting?"

"i won't, Mike, promise. just tell me what's wrong?"

"i.......i have feeling's for you. more than a friend, kind of feeling. I've been trying to find the right words, but nothing seems enough. I love you. I've loved you for as long as I can remember."

"you what?" you said not believing what you just heard. he can't have feeling's for you. he.....El loves him. and it doesn't matter if you love him because El does!

"i love you, y\n. i always have" he said looking for a positive reaction in your eyes.

you sighed. you wanted to say it. you wanted to say those 3 damn words back. but you couldn't. you couldn't hurt your sister.

"Mike, i....."

"Just tell me you feel the same, please" he said as you hide from his gaze. "do you feel the same?" he muttered. he already knew the answer but wanted to ask.

you wanted to kiss him. kiss him right there, not caring about what would happen next but you couldn't.

"Mike, I… I can't. Please, leave. just go" you said your voice barely above a whisper.

"y\n, please.....i......"

"mike, leave......please"

Mike sighed. he could feel his heart break and got up to leave but before opening the door he turned to you

"Why won't you let me in? I thought we shared everything. Why is this different?"

"Mike, please. things are not that simple"

"So, what? We just pretend this never happened? We just go back to being friends?"

"yes"

Mike sighed feeling tears as he turned back.

"This isn't fair. But if it's what you want… I'll go. But I'll always love you."

he walked outside the room and closed the door behind him. the door made a small noise as it was closed.

you didn't hold back tears anymore. they fell as you finally whispered: 'i love you too' to yourself.

(part two?)

[infintiandbeyond]

Marigolds don’t taste like honey || Bakugou x GN!Reader

Prompt: Reader catches hanahaki disease for Bakugou. Will he figure it out before it's too late?

This is my first real completed fanfiction work. Please be nice. I tried to make this gender neutral and non discriminate so everyone can enjoy. Constructive criticism is welcomed. No beta so if there are mistakes please let me know. Thank you and enjoy.

Warning: Angst, happy ending, mentions of blood, near death experiences, self-sacrificing behavior, oblivious boys, tears and cursing. 

Word count : 5.5k

Read this on AO3 as well

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You and Katsuki had been friends for exactly 7 years, 11 months and 29 days.

You were on the verge of spending 8 years by the side of the rudest, self-centered, egotistical megalomaniac and could not think of any other way you would have rather spent your time. Because no matter how much Katsuki pushes your buttons, it's hard to hate the love of your life. And it’s moments like today that make you realize just how gone you are for your best friend. 

You glanced around at the pieces of marigolds scattered around and the splotches of blood that stained your favorite Dynamight graphic tee as you gaze at the last few moments of the sunrise over the horizon. You reached your hand up and brushed against the trunk of the tree that had been here for years. Childish scratches had been carved into the trunk. 

Katsuki + (Y/n)

Well…at least he won’t be alone. You looked at the brightening sky one last time and whispered your final goodbye as the heaviness in your body finally caught up with you, closing your eyes to the sound of firecrackers in the distance.

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A day ago…

“Mina, I really don't think this is a good idea.” You threw yourself onto the bed inside your apartment, suppressing the urge to hide inside the closet and never see the light of day again.

“(Y/n), think how romantic it would be for you to confess to Bakugou on the anniversary of the day you guys became friends. I can't think of a more adorable get together story.” you could hear Mina swooning over the phone at the thought of how picturesque that moment would be in theory. However, in reality, that is probably the furthest thing from the truth that could happen. 

“You mean how suicidal it would be to confess to an emotionally constipated man that could kill me without a second thought,” you moaned in frustrastion. “We’ve been friends for forever and I would hate to ruin the years of trust built into that bond over a stupid crush.”

You got off the bed and started to head to the small kitchen down the hall for a glass of water. They could feel the start of a sore throat beginning, maybe karaoke night with Mina and Denki wasn’t the best idea in hindsight. 

“But it isn’t stupid, you won’t ever know if those feelings are reciprocated if you never give it the chance.” Mina was a sweetheart, really, but when it came to matters of the heart, her approach tended to lean more towards the hopeless romantic side of things. You could tell she meant well and maybe she was right, Kats might feel the same way. 

Or he could hate her for even suggesting such a thing. Honestly there is a 50/50 chance here. 

“Maybe you’re right Mina, I'll go see if he wants to hangout after patrol next week and maybe I will have the courage to confess by then.” You continued to take some more sips of your water. Geez, I might have to grab some cough drops. The tickle in your throat seemed to get a little worse with the addition of the water. you feel the phone vibrate on your face, indicating an incoming message.

BoomBoomBoy:

Hey idiot, I left my lunch in my fridge so I have to order takeout. I’m getting some curry from the place on 50th, and I don’t want to hear your fucking complaining about how I ate it without you. Meet me in my office in an hour. 

“Speaking of the devil, he just demanded I spend his lunch with him so I gotta head to the office now. Maybe I'll be able to ask him to -” You began to cough very hard, as if there was something stuck in the back of your throat. “Sorry Mina, I think I'm coming down with something, but I am going to start getting ready now.”

“No problem, I hope you feel better, and remember even if he says no, there's still a place for you in my heart.” you loved Mina, truly. They hung up the phone and left to get ready to eat lunch with Bakugou, not noticing the three flower petals lying precariously next to the glass of water. 

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At the office…

You march your way into the building, past the receptionist and into the elevator that was specifically reserved for Midoriya and Katsuki. You pressed the button for the top floor. As the numbers on the screen begin the increase, signaling your ascent to his office, you couldn’t help but feel a heaviness weighing in your stomach. This is the kind of confession that could change the course of your life. You and Katsuki had been friends for so long and much of your lives were ingrained with each other’s presence. Movie and dinner nights when he was free from patrol, quick lunch outings when he couldn’t get away from the office, quiet brunches at the coffee shop when you were having trouble sleeping or when work got too stressful. He was a pillar in your life that you didn’t think you could afford to lose. 

The elevator rang, notifying you that you had finally made it to your desitination. You walk briskly down the hall to your left, hoping to not lose your nerve. As you get closer to Katsuki’s office you can hear the gruff rumbles of his voice through the walls.

“Of course I don’t know what to fucking do Shitty Hair, i’ve never been great at this type of shit.” Bakugou sounded very frustrated with the topic of conversation. You start to slightly open the door, aiming to signal your entrance, just in case this was a sensitive topic. However, before you could peep your head around, the next words that tumbled from his math stopped you in your tracks.

“You know it’s not that fucking simple, dumbass. I can’t just tell them how I fucking feel. I think I might actually love them- No, I know I fucking love the shit out of them and I can’t do anything about it.” There was a slight pause where you assumed Kirishima was answering him. “FUCKING FINE!” He lowered his tone, “I’ll talk to them tonight about it and see, but if this shit doesn’t work and I lose her, you're gonna wish I had killed your ass.” His voice had sounded more serious than you had ever heard him before. Even more than when he had declared that he would stop at nothing to be Number One. 

I felt something drop on your hand, and looked down. Water was dripping from your hand. You quickly touched your face…no that wasn't water. You had started to shed tears and didn’t realize it. You released the door like it was on fire and ran to the nearest restroom. 

Katsuki is in love… 

You grasp at the edges of the sink as you try to coach yourself to breathe. You glanced up at the mirror and grimaced at the puffiness of your face and the redness of your eyes. Grabbing some paper towels you start to wipe your face with some cold water to try and salvage your demeanor before you have to go back. As you finally get cleaned up and start fixing yourself to head back out the door, a sudden wave of dizziness starts to overtake you. You lean over the sink and begin to hack and cough as if something was lodged within the back of your throat. Little splatters of blood began to cover the white porcelain sink and you watched yourself in horror as little by little, bunches of yellow petals began to litter the rest of the sink. When you had finally finished with your coughing fit, you looked at the sick. In utter despair you fell to your knees at the sight of 3 rather large marigold flowers on top of the pile of petals. 

Katsuki is in love… and it's going to fucking kill me.

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You finally were able to manage and get yourself together enough to exit the bathroom. Bless whoever has to clean up that mess. You shakily made your way to the frosted glass door labeled: DYNAMIGHT. You slowly knock on the door, interrupting Katsuki’s current conversation.

“I ALREADY TOLD YOU FUCKING EXTRAS THAT IM TAKING MY LUNCH AND TO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” his voice bellowed throughout the hallway, bouncing off the walls. You opened the door anyway and peeked your head in the door. Bakugou sat upright at his desk and hurriedly hung up the phone, not even bothering to tell Kirishima goodbye. You resist the urge to not feel offended as he laid his eyes on you. His features visibly softened as he recognized who had knocked on his door and graced you with a wide and vicious smirk. 

“Hey shortcake, what took you so fucking long?” To an untrained eye, he looked as if he had been waiting for you to come this entire time. But you could tell, outside of walking in on his earlier discussion, the slight sheen on his forehead, the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on his desk and the shakiness behind his shit-eating smirk very much signaled that he was nervous about something and DID NOT want to talk about it. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest. 

“Hey Firecracker, what are you up to?” You secretly hoped that he would clear up the fog of confusion in your brain. You’re his best friend, he told you everything. The day that he thought about leaving Endeavor’s agency and starting his own, he spent the night with you planning out everything to get started. The nightmares he had about the LOV, were comforted by you. You were there for everything, and as much as it would pain you, there’s no way you wouldn’t be there for this. 

“Absolutely nothing, just dealing with some goddamn PR nightmare. Some dumb shit about my image not being too great.” Your heart dropped. He had lied to you. He lied to you. He LIED to you.  Katsuki is in love with some women and didn’t even plan to tell me about it. Your shaky smile dropped fiercely, but you quickly recovered and attempted to give another smile but only managed a bleak grimace. Bakugo, mistaking that look as a response to his answer, gestured for you to come and sit at his desk with him. His usual client chair was replaced with a comfortable armchair in anticipation of your visit. He knew that the chair was unbearingly uncomfortable on purpose to make his clients uneasy in his presence but switches it out for something more comfortable when you visit him. 

“Come sit the hell down shortstack.” He had also taken to calling you aggressively affectionate names after a small incident in which you yelled at him that calling you a ‘dumbass idiot’ all the time wasn’t the most friendly experience. Thus these ‘sweet’ insults were formed. 

You walked your way over to his desk, why he had it at the absolute other end of the room still astounded you but you’re starting to believe everything about his office was an intimidation tactic. Usually it doesn't bother you but after the events that just occurred, it starts to nip at your nerves, leaving you a little unsteady. Once you had made it to your designated chair, you were shocked to see that in place of the mediocre curry that you were expecting from Mrs Lee’s cute little curry shop down the street, Katsuki had placed you very beautifully made bento boxes on his desk. The smell of his signature curry wafts up your nose and you look at him in confusion. He gave a slight smile in response.

“You really think I’d feed you shit that wasn’t the best, huh?” He raised his eyebrow in question. “You know know my food is the fucking best, and I don’t settle for anything less than perfection.” And while those words would usually send your heart soaring at the gesture that is so unapologetically Katsuki Bakugou, you couldn’t help but feel a faint pang in your heart at those words and you feel your throat start to close up just a bit. You gave a strained smile back at him. “Damn Kats, you didn’t have to do that. How am I supposed to hold up my end of this friendship if you’re always trying to one up me?” 

“You’re not. I’m the fucking best.You can’t compete with me.” He looked at you proudly, as if he was pleased that he could do shit like this and leave you feeling swept off your feet. You sat down in your chair, feeling a little lighter than when you came in. You both began to quietly dig in, but you could still feel the nervous energy radiating off him in waves. You glanced up at him and noticed that he was already staring right at you. 

You blinked at him, “Suki are you okay?” you gently grabbed the hand that was still tapping away at the edge of the desk. That was the name reserved for the softest of moments, when he knows you're genuinely concerned. 

He blinked back, shaking his head and gave you back a shaky smirk. “Yeah, just going through a lot of shit at work, but we’re not here to talk about that bullshit. We’re here to enjoy a nice lunch by yours truly. So don’t worry your pretty little head, ya little ankle biter.” He ruffled the hair on top of your head. You swatted his hand away, and he gave a deep chuckle as you attempted to readjust your hair back to its original state. You spent a lot of time looking presentable… not that you’d be able to do what you planned to do anyways. 

“I got a couple of things to do after work today but I’m coming over tonight.” Bakugou had a way of inserting himself in your life without asking but knew when he was welcomed. You were sad. Would he go confess his love tonight and tell you in the aftermath? Am I the asshole if I tell him to fuck off? You shook the thoughts away. “Okay, i’ll pick out some movies then.” You hate your life sometimes. 

“Not any of that psychological thriller shit either, can’t get a good night's sleep after that.” He frowned at the thought. 

“All Might’s new documentary is out.” You suggested, knowing that he couldn’t resist seeing his hero. His eyes lit up. “Now you’re talking, tiny.” You finished your lunch in companionable silence. 

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Home…

Once you made it through your apartment door, you raced to the toilet. The next several hours were spent in a pattern of throwing up bloody golden petals and researching the hell out of what you hoped you weren’t experiencing. You stared at your phone.

WebMD

Hanahaki Disease (花吐き病) : a disease in which the patient coughs up flower petals when they suffer from a one-sided love. It can end when the object of thier affections returns thier affections (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. It may be cured through surgical removal, but with the infection goes all romantic feelings for thier beloved. 

No.Fucking.Way.

What the hell does WebMD know? I need a medical professional, because I can’t possibly be going through the dumbest shit in history. You call up Recovery Girl, having gained a more personal relationship with her during your time in UA. She was able to make some room for you in her schedule. 

When you made it to her office, she was already set up and waiting for you. You made your way over to the medical bed and began to explain what was going on as she checked your vitals. When you mentioned the pile of petals that began to appear seemingly overnight, she looked at you with a horror stricken appearance. It did not look comforting. She confirmed your self-diagnosis, it was Hanahaki and you were in the final stages. 

“Oh dearie,” she paused with a heavy sigh, “I can have you scheduled for the surgery in three days. You’d have to avoid whoever it is until then, or risk furthering your condition even more, and considering you’re in the final stages already you’d be facing a fatal end.” She hung her head and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Everything will be oka-

“I don’t want the surgery.” You said it before thinking, but you were sure about your decision. Losing feelings for Katsuki, means losing everything they had built over the past almost eight years. They’ve been through so much together and you’d be damn to have to lose it all now. You looked at her in a false determination. “I’m going to talk to him. There’s gotta be something we can do. I refuse to take the easy way out here.”

She tried to stop you as you began to collect all your things and head to the door. “But dear, if you confess and he doesn’t return those affections then you could die.” She looked as if the room might collapse on her at any moment. She had grown fond of you in the past few years you’ve known each other and would hate to see you risk your life. You shook your head and walked out the door, missing the small tear that ran down Recovery Girl’s face.

“Young Mr. Bakugou better realize his feelings for them before it's too late.”

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As you pulled back into your apartment complex, the panic and reality of the situation had started to settle in your mind. You began to hyperventilate. How the hell are you going to save yourself and your friendship? Can I really hope for the best and confess? Even if I don’t, I still have to explain the gravity of the situation. Would it be delusional to hope that maybe Kat’s mystery girl was me? You started to feel a little hope in the pit of despair you call your heart. 

You were greeted on your own front door steps by the man in question. Katsuki Bakugou stood firmly in front of your door with bags in his arms, irritation on his face and knuckles poised to knock fiercely again. “OPEN THE DAMN DOOR, (Y/N)! I KNOW YOU HEAR ME FUCKING CALLING YOU.” 

You rushed to his side and grabbed his hand, nerves sparking at the touch. “Don’t burn my door down, you damn spitfire. I just went out real quick. Geez, you’re so impatient.” You open the door to let you both in, he makes his way straight to the kitchen. Placing his overnight bag by your door and the snacks he bought in the living room. Throwing his jacket on the coat rack, he made himself at home on your couch, scrolling to the All Might Documentary scheduled to come on. 

“You know I hate waiting, it's not like I was worried about your ass or anything.” What you didn’t manage to catch was the small blush on his upper cheeks at his behavior as he faced away from you and fiddled with the TV remote. 

Once you go and get comfortable, you make your way onto the couch right beside him. This was a common occurrence between the two of you. Days when you both were free from responsibilities and work, you’d cuddle up on the couch and binge whatever TV trash was on today while sipping on some handmade cocktail Katsuki had made for the two of you. They were always good and ALWAYS strong. It was a nice distraction from the woes of everyday life, which was particularly helpful on days like today.

Before you were even aware, you’d both fallen into easy conversation, drinks were flowing and it had begun to reach further into the night before you had gained the confidence to finally have a conversation with him. You both stared at each other, a moment of silence had passed, and then you both opened your mouth.

“I need to talk-”

“I have a question-”

You both stopped and blushed in embarrassment at the moment. You swallowed your nerves and let him go first.

“So (y/n),” he never really says your given name unless it's urgent. He swallows hard. “There’s been something that i’ve been meanin to talk to ya about. I’m not really sure how you’ll take it but it’s important that you understand that I would never want to hurt ya, and your friendship means the absolute fucking world to me.” He gets a little choked up. “Um..there’s this girl ya see… and i kinda like the little shit but i’ve just been uh… a little too distracted to talk to her. It’s not because I'm nervous or any dumb shit like that… just a little overwhelmed with some things. But tonight is the night im gonna tell ‘er.” He was breathing a little too heavy as if these were dying words. “(Y/n), I really fucking like - no im in love with-”. His dialogue was discontinued by a loud ringing sound coming from his phone. He looked really frustrated at the interruption. He picked up his phone and glanced at the caller. You were only able to glean the name from the top of the phone before you swiped right on the caller and looked at you - Round Cheeks.

“Sorry, (y/n) - fuck, i really need to take this right now. Just hold on a sec.” He raced to the spare room and closed the door. 

You sat on the couch frozen. You weren’t sure how to feel. You were almost sure you had a chance at this, but from what it sounds like…you’ve been friendzoned pretty hard. For fucking Uraraka. You could hear your heart beating in your ears. The blood rushing to your face at the utter embarrassment you would’ve just made of yourself had you confess your feelings for this man. This man who valued you as a friend, and apparently nothing more. Your chest started to feel constricted. Your airways are closing. You were overcome with several emotions all at once. Anger, jealousy, despair and of course… fear. You were gonna die unless you got that surgery. 

He exited the bedroom, looking very relieved and almost… happy. You guess the phone call went well. He walked in big strides to your side and grabbed your hands. They were sweaty like always, it was one of the things you had always liked about him, no matter how self-conscious it made him. You both stared into each other's eyes. You could feel the oncoming signs of another floral arrangement, and if he said those fatal words to you, you didn’t know if you’d be able to take it. He started to open his mouth again, but before he could finish his thought, you stopped him in his tracks. 

“Hey Katsuki, i don’t think i’m feeling too well. Could we maybe raincheck for another day. I think i’m going to be sick.” You start to clean up the snack wrappers from the living room. He immediately looked concern. 

“If you’re feeling sick, munchkin, then let me help ya.” He started to walk away to maybe make some soup or grab medicine like he always does, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him to go. 

“No, Katsuki, I think I'm all good here by myself. I’ll just go to the doctor’s tomorrow.” You hated turning him away, but it was for both of your own goods. 

“What the hell is up with ya, shorty?” He was starting to get frustrated. Why won’t you let him help? “Just let me take care of ya.” He walked over to your side where your back was turned towards him. He grabs your arm and turns you around. You were crying.

“NO, BAKUGOU! I'M GOOD JUST LEAVE!” You shrugged his hands off you and headed towards the door. He was just making this harder for you, why couldn’t he just understand. He needed to go, the longer he stayed the sicker you felt, but when you looked him in the eyes, it broke down every defense you had, you couldn’t lose your feelings for this man. No surgery could stop these feelings.

“I'M NOT JUST GONNA LEAVE YOU HERE TO FIGHT THIS DAMN SICKNESS ALONE!” He just wanted to help you. He cared about you more than he wanted to admit, and you denying him was something he didn’t know how to take. 

“Fine then,” You put your shoes on and grabbed your keys. You looked back at him as you put one foot out the door. “If you won’t leave then I will.” Maybe you were overreacting here but you couldn’t stand to stay there in that room with him, knowing that any second you’d cough up bloody marigolds and have to explain why you might die there in his arms. You closed the door behind you, coughing on your way out as you struggled to make your way to your car. 

___________

Bakugou wasn’t sure what the hell was going on. One minute he was enjoying the only real piece of comfort he had in this world, and now he stared at a closed door as the love of his life walked out on him. Confusion settled in his stomach. 

What the absolute fuck just happened? He replayed all the events of tonight's festivities. You guys were finally watching that All Might documentary that he had been putting off for ages just to watch with you. You were both a little tipsy but the atmosphere was light and fun. You looked so beautiful. Your cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, and you stuffed your face with chips, not worrying about how you might look. He loved that about you. The way you were unabashedly you, how you cared about him, how you seemed to love him. It was that moment that gave him the confidence to confess. He had to tell you now, there’s so much he wanted to do, to experience, to learn with you, and if he didn’t take those steps now, he might never take them. He steeled his nerves to tell you the truth of his heart, but before he could say those important words, Uraraka called. 

Fucking round cheeks has the worst fucking timing. He had commissioned Uraraka and Kirishima to set something of a date up for the two of you, had this evening gone to plan. However, the plans were a bit time sensitive, given that your friendship anniversary was in two days, and he wanted everything to be perfect, this call was important. He swore he had only stepped out for two seconds to confirm the dinner reservation and the schedule swapping he did to ensure that no one would bother him for work duties that day.  

When he stepped back out into the living room, he could feel a change in the atmosphere, but that wasn’t enough to deter him from talking to you. He walked towards you, butterflies in his whole body. He grabbed your hands. They were soft. Comforting. Just like you. But before he could express these thoughts to you, everything went to shit. 

You were sick, you usually were after a few too many drinks but never this early in the night. He went to grab your tylenol from the medicine cabinet, he couldn’t resist the urge to take care of you. Especially, when that’s all you’ve ever done for him. He’s gone through a lot to be the man he is today, and a majority of that he owes to your too-kind-for-your-own-good nature. But today you didn’t want his help, you wanted him to leave, and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why.

He sat on your couch, confused about what to do now. 

Maybe I should call Shitty Hair, it was his dumb fucking idea anyway. He looked around for his phone but couldn’t find it. He walked past the front door, where he saw you had dropped your phone in your haste to leave. He looked at the time 5:36 AM. 

The sun is about to fucking rise and their out there, god knows where, sick to thier goddamn stomach. What the hell am I doing? I need to go find them.

He was about to grab his jacket when he caught a missed call and voicemail from Recovery Girl. He knew you two were pretty close, especially after all the time you spent by his side in the infirmary. He clicked on the voicemail, it must’ve been important if she left a voicemail. 

“Hello dearie, I hope this doesn’t reach you too late. I did some analysis on your bloodwork after you left so I could see if there were some more options for you. Unfortunately, it seems as if you have contracted a very rare form of Hanahaki Disease. This particular form takes place over a 24 hour period and only allows you that time frame to find a cure. I’m not sure when you first started to develop signs but it is imperative that you give me a call right away.”

Bakugou dropped the phone from his hands. Hanahaki Disease? The fucking love disease? You had fallen in love? And with some dumbass idiot who didn’t feel the same way? 

How dare that bastard not love you? You were perfect. You were kind, caring and smart. You didn’t take anyones bullshit and you stood by those you love. Now you were god knows how long away from fucking dying and there was nothing he could do?

No. There was something he could do. He could find you and make this right. Even if you didn’t love him the way he loved you, you didn’t deserve to die over it. You deserved to be happy. He was going to make sure that fucking happened. Bakugou grabbed the door but was met with a wet sensation. There was blood on the door, and a trail of yellow petals greeted him from the door to the parking lot. 

Fuck…I hope im not too late. He jumped in the air and began to search for your figure. You didn’t make it far. Your car was haphazardly parked on the side of the park that you two often frequented together. You were laying by the tree that you two had carved your names in years ago. His heart seized at the sight of so much blood and flowers that surrounded you. 

He landed by your side. Two fingers pressed against your throat. You were barely breathing. He had to get you out of here. 

“Shit, wake up shortcake.” His voice sounded teary. “We gotta find the bastard that did this to ya. I’ll make him pay” He started to pick you up.

You roused a bit from the noise. You had to be dreaming. Bakugou stood over you. The rising sun shining behind him, giving him a golden glow. You smiled.

What a way to go. You raised your hand up to his cheek. Blood smears across his cheek. Even though he wasn’t real, it couldn’t hurt to lift this heaviness off your shoulders. You locked eyes with him and croaked out your last words. 

“I’m sorry for loving you, ‘Suki. You mean the world to me and I wish I could’ve told you.”

Bakugou froze in his panicked state. You loved him? Then why the fuck were you dying? Of course he loved you too. How could he not.

He grabbed you by the face. “Don’t you ever dare be sorry for loving me, because I’m sure the hell not.” He pressed his lips to yours so brutally, you’d think he was waging a war on your face. 

The suffocating feeling in your chest lifted itself so quickly as if it had never been there. You could breathe again.The feeling of being on death’s door had miraculously disappeared, and against all odds you had lived. You had lived because Katsuki loved you and you loved him back. 

Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes and you wrapped your arms around him.

“I love you so much Katsuki.”

“I love you too (Y/n). Now let's get your ass home, and into some clean clothes. I can’t let my girl get sick for real.” He quickly lifted you off the ground, not giving you a chance to voice your protests. But you’d gladly be in his arms forever. 

[salemthepuppylover]

Anon who asked 50 here, honestly I asked it because I’m a virgin and. Reading through your blog made me Crave Things xbxjxbhwkr so seeing that on the list was a no brainer! Honestly you make it sound like an amazing time even though I know you’re not supposed to have huge expectations for your first chshgsmcifb

Heaven knows I would probably get overeager quickly and probably rut my clothed tdick on your thigh before the makeouts even get that intense >.<

Would you mind much? A needy excited virgin to initiate into a new experience?

(God I hope this isn’t too forward haha please tell me to knock it off if yes!!!)

-💖

oh honey, that’s so sweet

I don’t mind, I like my darlings eager <3

I’d give you everything, I promise! I’d let you grind on my thigh, of course, but I’d have to stake my claim and leave marks all over your neck and shoulders. gently sliding my hands up your shirt to caress your back, waist, and hips, before tugging your pants off and letting you grind your tdick against my hand <3

I’d want to suck you off first, letting my tongue circle your cock before dipping into your hole and sucking off the slick. whenever I’m eating someone out, I can’t help the noises I make. I’d be moaning into you with every lick, forcing my tongue deeper and deeper inside you.

when you finally beg me to fuck you open, I’d be so gentle with you. I always prefer missionary, so I can pet your head and look into your eyes while I fuck you niiiice and slow. bringing your hands to my shoulders so you can scratch up my back and give everyone at my gym the next few days a chance to see it. I’d be kissing you all over, your face, neck, chest, whatever you’re comfy with me touching. holding your waist and murmuring that you’re taking my girlcock so well, doing so good for your mistress.

and giving you the softest aftercare, running you a bubble bath with rose petals and some good red wine (if you like to drink, if not something else will work) and snuggling up together with you in my lap afterwards.

[grechsblog]

Yes to all of this and more

HONESTLY THO ive seen some insane takes on that jin zixuan confrontation most of which boil down to 'well he couldve NOT killed him' and im just?? Have we read the same book. Is there some outer dimensional mirror copy of it that ive never heard about. What.

There was SO MANY THINGS wrong with that confrontation (more than half of which are jin guangyaos fault) but Just Not Killing One Guy is NOT A SOLUTION TO ANY OF THEM. There was at least 100 (if i remember the number right) cultivators that were gunning for wuxians head full stop and his priority was word for word Not To Become a Pin Cushion not only for his own sake but also because theres like 50 people that need him alive to stay alive too. There was enormous pressure. He was stressed. Jin zixuan just brandishing his sword at every minor offense (as a surprising number of characters do actually...) was certainly Not helping any. You are absolutely correct that if it wasnt wen ning and wuxian just happened to have his word zixuan wouldve still ended up with a severe case of Dead because that man just. Flails around with a sharp object like an idiot

Its just kind of 'everything wouldve been different if everyone acted different' situation which- well. Just go write ocs at this point or something. ??

And to add to the flute thing! if it was 'demonic flute' and 'one of a kind' like so many seem to think why could wuxian just. Supplement it? With random stalk of bamboo?? Which sounded horrible yes but also was perfectly functional otherwise. Chenqing is just about like any other normal flute just in black and special in a way that an instrument you play for a long time is special. Wuxian wouldve (in fact Had) NEVER allowed ANYONE touch and especially little a-yuan chew on the ying tiger tally. Because That one is dangerous. Very much so.

Also THANK GOD! That you get wei wuxians 'obliviousness' is an absurd fanon. Oblivious to what??? To the fact that wangji refuses to explain anything? To the fact that wangji obviously wants to drag him Somewhere? Honestly its a blessing he Didnt know what happened to wangjis mother because it wouldve turned ugly Fast. Not that it wasnt already

I cant deny that they had a crush on eachother in cloud recess when they were 15 but at least on wuxians part it burned up as soon as everything started to smell. Indoctrination camp, lotus pier massacre, loss of jiang chengs golden core, loss of HIS golden core, burial mounds, war, scorn, wen remnants, that thrice damned jin zixun, yanlis death, burial mounds siege, not to mention the little scratches we dont know about between all that - its too many things at once. Just. Too many. Why are people so sure he was oblivious when there mightve not even been Feeling in the first place? At least not like That. Give him the benefit of the doubt for fucks sake. Its the least he deserves.

Also also, what a good point. Where the wen remnants are going in this hypothetical? In gusu? Have you met qiren by any chance. Or xichen (who is an entirely Separate can of worms). Or any gusu elder. Did you forget wangji had to BEG for them to accept a-yuan despite him several time stating He Is My Son (therefore the Only direct clan heir no matter What) because of his origins? Which werent even disclosed in truth??? Not to mentions politics! So much useless politics and jin guangshan (ew) and all that ugly-ugly outrage. Being a conservative and harboring grudges is one thing but even the greatest of sects will be in Ass of a stink that politics who do not agree with that decision can make.

There can never be a plot of land where the wens are Safe without any additional supervision and ass-kicking. Which is exactly Why they were in burial mounds in the first place

Im starting to think the only novel of mxtx that got Understood is svsss and that is because its based on the mockery of every romance trope in existence and being outrageously stupid is in-character no matter what you do. And even that is a low hanging branch if 'shen jiu morraly correct(?)' discourse is any indication

If one more person calls wuxians ghost path 'demonic cultivation' with no /j attached i will take arms the way nie huaisan does it (cry)

[waitimcomingtoo]

Dos Oruguitas

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: after the events of NWH, Peter becomes a regular at your coffee shop and convinces himself that you’re starting to remember him

dos oruguitas

Masterlist

“Back so soon?” You raised your eyebrows as Peter walked through the door of your coffee shop. You usually found the bell above the door to be irritating, but you liked the sound of it when Peter came in.

“Sorry.” He smiled shyly. “I just really like the coffee here.”

“Yeah? You’d be the first.” You teased as you pulled a small cup from the stack. You began to make his usual order as he watched you fondly.

“But it’s New York’s best coffee.” Peter joked as he pointed to the dimly lit neon sign in your window.

“You’re right. My mistake.” You played along as you handed Peter his coffee.

“Thanks.” He took the cup with one hand and went for his wallet with the other.

“Wait.” You held up a hand. “It’s on the house. Second cup of the day is free.”

“Since when is that a policy?” He wondered as he slipped a dollar into the tip jar.

“Since I wanted to get revenge on my boss for not scheduling anyone to help me during the morning rush.” You smiled coyly.

“Oh no.” He chuckled. “Was it bad today?”

“I told an old lady to have a nice day and she yelled at me for telling her what to do.” You said with a sarcastic smile.

“They really are the best generation, aren’t they?” Peter smiled as he took a seat at the counter. You stood across from him and leaned on your arms, assuming your usually positions.

“Yep. And the whole time she was ordering, her husband wouldn’t stop staring at my boobs. Lovely couple.”

“I would never do that.” Peter shrugged as he stared directly at your boobs.

“Stop it.” You laughed and playfully shoved him. “I’m gonna ban you from coming in here.”

“Then where else would I get my lukewarm, bitter coffee?” He whined.

“You can try your luck at the 50 other coffee shops on this block that also happen to serve “New Yorks best coffee”. Maybe they can help you with your caffeine addiction.” You replied as you began to wipe down the counter.

“I’ve tried those places. None of the baristas have a rack like you.” He teased before taking a sip of his coffee. You dropped your jaw in shock before grabbing a can of whip cream from the refrigerator. You playfully squirt it at him but he just caught it in hit mouth.

“That’s enough out of you. I’m spitting in your coffee next time.” You warned him.

“Promise?” He lit up.

“Ew.” You laughed and squirt more whip cream at him. He laughed as he wiped it off his face, finding it impossible to be mad at you. He stared at you fondly as you laughed, feeling like nothing had really changed between the two of you. Even if you forgot who he was, the chemistry was still there. Your laughter died down and you stared back at him with a shy smile. It was moments like these where Peter could swear you remembered who he was. Or at the very least, started to remember him.

“Unfortunately I have to get back to work.” He sighed. “Thank you for the coffee, my dear.”

“My pleasure.” You said as you tipped an invisible hat to him. He turned to walk out but stopped suddenly.

“Hey, uh.” He swallowed nervously. “Would you ever want to go out on a date? With me, I mean?“

“Really?” You raised your eyebrows. “You want to take me on a date?”

“You seem surprised.” He laughed shyly and scratched his neck to look busy. This was the moment of truth. He’d been flirting with you for weeks but you still had every chance of rejecting him. If you turned him down, he honestly didn’t know if he’d survive losing you all over again.

“I don’t know. I guess I am surprised.” You admitted. “You’ve been coming in here to flirt with me for a month now but never did anything. I was starting to think you were all talk.”

“I’m not.” He assured you. “If you let me, I could take you on the most mediocre date of your life.”

“Yeah?” You cracked a smile. “And where would you take me?”

“Well I don’t like to brag, but I am completely broke.” He joked as he leaned across the counter.

“Maybe because you buy coffee twice a day every day.” You teased as you leaned across the counter from the other side.

“I just can’t resist coming in here.” He shrugged, leaning heavily into the double meaning. He could resist the coffee, but never you.

“Where would you take me?” You asked. “Assuming I said yes to this date.”

“You’d be in for a real treat.” He clicked his tongue. “A date with me would include us walking to a sandwich shop - because I have no car and can’t afford public transportation- and me letting you get whatever you want babygirl.”

You laughed at the nickname he used, loving how foreign it sounded coming out of his mouth. As silly as it sounded, there was something about him calling you a pet name that made you feel at home.

“Peter Parker, you sure know how to charm.” You shook your head and looked down at the floor.

“In all seriousness, I would love to take you on a date. I promise I’ll be a gentleman.” He said with a soft smile.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” You replied, leaning even further across the counter.

“But those are the best kind.” He leaned in as well. He heart pounded in his ears as he thought he might get to kiss you again after an entire month of pretending to be a stranger, the bell above the door rang. You jumped away from Peter and smiled at the customer as the disappointment settled in.

“Hi. How may I help-“

“Large hot. No sugar.” The customer said without it looking up from his phone. You looked over at Peter, who gave you a sympathetic smile.

“Pick me up at 7.” You said as you got started on the mans order.

“I don’t know where you live.” He lied. He knew exactly where you lived and had been there hundreds of times, but you didn’t remember any of that.

“I wrote my address on the cup.” You said and nodded towards the cup in his hands. You quickly handed the other customer his order and hoped he’d leave you and Peter alone again.

“Wow. Look at that.” He smiled when he saw the address. “How’d you know I was gonna need your address? You gave me the cup before I asked you out.”

“I don’t know. I could just tell by the look on your face when you walked in that you had something to ask me.” You admitted with a sheepish smile.

“You know me pretty well if you could figure that out.” Peter remarked. Once again, he felt a spark of hope that you were beginning to remember him.

“Well you do spend all of your free time in here.” You teased.

“That’s true.” He chuckled and looked back down at your address. It wasn’t much, but it said enough about where your relationship was going.

“I’ll see you at 7, Peter. Don’t be late.” You pointed at him before getting back to work.

“I won’t.” He promised.

And he wasn’t. At 7 pm, he stood outside your apartment door and nervously bounced on his heels. He had stood outside your door a thousand times, but this time felt different. This was the start of your relationship taking off again and he was determined not to mess it up.

Your door opened suddenly and the wind was instantly knocked out of Peter’s chest. Not only were you wearing the necklace he bought you in Europe, but you had on one of his shirts. You dressed it up with some dainty necklaces and a white turtleneck underneath, but it was his. Peter was almost positive now that you were starting to remember him.

“You’re staring at my tits again.” You said, snapping his back to reality.

“Your shirt, actually.” He quickly explained himself. “I really like it. Where did you get it?”

“I’m not sure.” You said as you looked down at it. “It was just in my closet. I wear it all the time.”

“All the time?” His smile grew.

“Yeah. You know those clothes you have that you gravitate towards every single time? That’s what I do with this shirt. And this one navy zip up I have. Which coincidentally, I also don’t know where I got.”

“Weird.” Peter nodded as he bit back a smile. He knew exactly where you got that navy zip up. He gave it to you when you got cold on your first date.

“Are you ready to go?” You asked as you stepped out of your apartment.

“I’m ready.” He smiled and held out his elbow. You laughed at the old fashioned gesture before linking your arm through his. You walked like that all the way to Delmars as you made easy conversation. Once you were actually there, it felt exactly like like your old dates. Peter paid for your sandwich, despite your protests, and wiped the mustard off your face with his thumb. If Peter didn’t know any better, he’d think nothing had ever changed between the two of you. It was almost as if you had never forgotten about him. With how well things were going, Peter was sure you’d remember everything in no time.

You walked around the city after eating, staying close to Peter’s side as the cold air hit you. He noticed your goosebumps and pulled his jacket off before wrapping it around your shoulders.

“Thanks.” You smiled softly at him. You had no idea, but it perfectly mirrored your first date.

“No problem.” He returned the smile. Your hands knocked into each other’s and he got the nerve to take your hand. You let him hold it as you pulled his jacket tighter around your shoulders.

“I’m having a really good time, Peter.” You said as you looked at him. “I’m glad you finally asked me out.”

“Me too. I can’t believe it took me this long to finally ask you out.” He chuckled as he rubbed soft circles onto your hand.

“I know. Sometimes I would mess up your order on purpose to keep you in the store longer.” You admitted.

“That is absolutely adorable.” Peter told you, making your cover your face with your free hand.

“It’s not. It’s pathetic.” You shook your head. “I told all my coworkers about you too. I was down pretty bad.”

This was all music to Peter’s ears. You admitting to liking him was confirming to him that you were remembering everything.

“So was I.” He admitted. “This may come as a shock to you, but I don’t come in twice a day because I like the coffee.”

“No.” You said sarcastically.

“I know. It’s crazy but it’s true.” He chuckled. “I just like to see you. I’m really glad you said yes this date. I was about to get an ulcer from all the caffeine. It was worth it, though. Those few minutes it takes to order my coffee are the best parts of my day.”

“Then stop ordering it.” You playfully smacked his arm.

“Then when would I get to see you?” He whined. “I told you. I can’t resist. I need my daily fill.”

You stopped walking suddenly and turned to face Peter. He stopped as well, knowing from your body language where this was going.

“Well.” You said as you looked at him through your eyelashes. “If we went out on more dates, you’d still get to see me. Anytime you wanted, in fact.”

“I like the sound of that.” He said as he stepped closer to you.

“So do I.” You replied as your eyes fluttered shut. Peter shut his eyes as well and tugged you by the lapels of the jacket into a kiss. You reached your arms around his neck like you used to as he pulled you closer by the waist. He smiled into the kiss, missing not just the way it felt to kiss you but human contact in general. Peter was sure that this kiss was the last thing you needed to jog your memory. When he pulled away, he looked at you with eyes full of expectations. You looked really happy, but you didn’t look like you recognized Peter. Really recognized him, the way he thought you would. Peter’s smile fell as it occurred to him that you may never get your memories back. He felt an overwhelming sense of dread at confirmation that everything you once had with each other only existed in Peter’s memories.

“What’s wrong?” You frowned when you noticed all the color drain from his face.

“You don’t know me.” He whispered, barely audible.

“What?” You laughed in confusion. “I know you. You’re Peter. You’re my favorite regular at my coffee shop.”

“No.” He backed away and stressfully tugged at his hair. “This can’t be happening. That was supposed to work. You were supposed to remember.”

“Remember what?” You wondered. Peter sat down on a nearby bench and covered his face with his hands as he fought the urge to cry. You quickly sat down beside him and rubbed his back.

“Peter?” You asked. “Remember what?”

“Me! Us!” He looked up at you with tears in his eyes. “You don’t remember any of it. How can you not remember?”

“What are you talking about? Peter, you’re scaring me.” You frowned and scooted away from him. Peter let out a guttural cry and looked up at the sky. He fully began to sob as all the emotions hit him at once. When he made the agreement with Dr. Strange to be wiped from everyone’s memory, he wasn’t thinking about the long term effects. He thought he was doing what was right to save the world, but it just left him devastatingly lonely. He fully convinced himself that he’d just walk into your coffee shop and your love for him would break the spell. He was convinced that you’d remember everything and things would go back to exactly the way they were. Now that he knew he had imagined all the times you seemed to be remembering him, he was devastated. He gasped for air as he cried his eyes out and all you could do was watch.

“Peter? What’s wrong? What happened?” You asked as you cupped his face.

“You forgot.” He whimpered. “You forgot about me. You forgor! You freaking forgor.”

“What?” You asked. “Forgot what?“

“BAE IT’S ME. IT’S ME!” He screamed and shook you by your shoulders. “IT’S PETER. DON’T YOU REMEMBER? I WAS YOUR BOYFRIEND. YOUR OXYGEN. YOUR FUCKING CINNAMON APPLE. WHY DON’T YOU REMEMBER ME?”

“Peter, what the hell? What are you talking about?” You asked as you took his hands off your shoulders.

“Don’t you remember our song? We used to sing it in the car.” He sniffled and took your hands. “Uh uh uh I was thinking bout you, thinking bout me. Thinking bout us and what we gonna be. Opened my eyes and it was only just a dream.”

“What the hell?” You whispered as he sang through his tears.

“So I traveled back UH down that road-“

“No, I know the song.” You tried to cut him off.

“Will she come back BACK? No one knows.”

“You don’t have to keep singing.”

“I realize it was only just a dream.” He sang before breaking down into sobs again.

“I think I should go.” You decided as you got off the bench.

“Wait!” He grabbed your hand. “I’m sorry. I’m probably making no sense.”

“No, Peter. You are definitely making no sense.” You said as you sat down again.

“I have a million things to tell you that will explain everything.” He promised as he wiped his face.

“So tell me.” You pulled your sleeve over your hand and wiped the rest of his tears, something you always used to do.

“I can’t.” He sniffled. “You’ll never believe me.”

“Is one of the things that you have to tell me is that you’re crazy? Because I won’t have any problem believing that.”

“I guess I could make you believe me.” He suddenly realized as the wheels in his head turned.

“I feel like we’re having two completely different conversations.” You told him. “I’m also getting this feeling that maybe you take medication but didn’t today? Am I right when I say that?”

“I could show you and then you’ll have to believe me!” Peter gasped and sprang off the bench.

“Right. I’m just gonna…” You trailed off and pointed to the other direction.

“Wait.” Peter shot a web at your waist and pulled you towards him.

“Woah. How did you do that?” You gasped and looked down at the web with wide eyes.

“You think that was cool? Watch this. And hang on tight.”

Peter wrapped an arm around you before shooting a web at a nearby building. You swung upwards and landed on the rooftop of Delmars.

“What just happened?” You stepped out of his arms and looked around. Peter didn’t hear your question as began to unbutton his shirt.

“Woah. Why are you getting undressed?” You asked and backed away from him.

“I’m showing you what you’ve forgotten.” He smiled excitedly and dropped his shirt. You saw the Spiderman suit he had on underneath and did a double take.

“You…you’re the Spiderman?” You asked. “Like on the news?”

“Yes. The first time I told you was on your 16th birthday. I had to miss the party because I was stopping a bank robbery and you almost broke up with me. Then I shot a web at your hip and pulled you into a hug. You stopped being mad at me once I explained everything.”

“My 16th birthday? I hated my 16th birthday. I ending up crying and-“

“You put out the birthday candles with your tears.” Peter finished your sentence for you.

“How did you know about that? Did I tell you that?”

“You didn’t have to. I was there.” He started to get excited. “Okay, you believe me that I’m Spiderman, right?”

“Kinda hard not to.“ You mumbled as you eyed his suit.

“So if I told you more seemingly crazy things, would you believe me?”

“What kind of crazy?” You asked skeptically. Peter. Peter grinned wickedly and pulled a scrunchie out of his pants pocket.

“This is yours, yes?”

“My scrunchie.” Your eyes widened. “Where did you get this?”

“You gave it to me on the first day of sophomore year. You wanted everyone to know we were dating.”

“I didn’t date anyone in high school.” You shook your head.

“Yes, you did. You and I dated all throughout high school.”

“No we didn’t. You didn’t go to my school. We just met a few weeks ago. What are you talking about Peter?” You asked, starting to get frustrated.

“Can I swing you again?” He asked as he pointed to the city.

“Do I have a choice?” You sighed.

“Not really.”

“Go ahead.” You unenthusiastically opened your arms. Peter scooped you up before swinging you off the rooftop. You clung to him tightly as he swung up town. He carefully set you down in front of a building you didn’t recognize and let you recuperate.

“That is so disorienting.” You groaned and hunched over. “What is this place?”

“This is the Sanctum Sanctorum.” Peter told you. “This is where Dr. Strange lives.”

“I recognize that name. He helped in the fight against that purple guy right? The one that blipped us all?”

“Yes!” Peter clapped his hands. “That’s good. You already know some things. See, I really don’t mean to brag, but I will. I was in the Avengers. Dr. Strange and I worked together to stop Thanos.”

“Didn’t you guys like…fail?”

“Yes. Not important.” He waved his hand. “What’s important is he did me a favor since we tried to save the world together.”

“What kind of favor?”

“My identity was revealed and it basically ruined my life.” He quickly explained. “It ruined your life too since you were my girlfriend. You got fired from your last job and denied from MIT, right?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?” You wondered. “I never told you that.”

“I already knew.” He told you. “I asked Dr. Strange to wipe my identity from everyone’s memory but I ended up messing up the spell. A lot of crazy things happened that I’ll tell you all about on our second date, but what you need to know right now is he wiped the memory of everyone who ever knew me.”

“Everyone?” You raised as eyebrow as you started piecing things together.

“Everyone.” He confirmed. “Including you.”

“What about your family?”

“They’re all dead.” Peter waved his hand. “Like literally all of them. And like 50% of them died right in front of me.”

“Oh. Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.” He shrugged. “It’s not okay, but we don’t have to talk about that right now.”

“I’m so confused right now, Peter. Why would you let Dr. Strange erase you from everyone’s memory?”

“I had no other choice. But before he did it, I promised you I’d find you again. So this is me keeping that promise.” He finished his explanation and gave you a weak smile. You folded your arms and stared at him for a long time as an awkward silence settled between you.

“You don’t have to say anything.” He said to cut the silence. “I know I just dumped a lot on you.”

You continued to stare at him, taking your time looking him up and down. Peter felt his heart pound as he waited for your reaction.

“Please say something.” He whispered.

“How long did you say you and I were together?” You asked finally.

“Four years.”

“That’s a long time. High school sweethearts.” You smiled sadly.

“Yeah.” He returned the smile. “Something like that.”

“Look, I don’t expect you to believe me-“

“I believe you.” You cut him off with a shrug.

“You…you do?” He asked in disbelief.

“Yeah. The first time you walked into my coffee shop, I felt like I knew you.” You admitted. “This entire date, as crazy as it was, made sense to me. I’ve been feeling like something was missing from my life and being with you is the only time when that feeling goes away. So, yeah. I do. I believe you.”

“I’m so happy to hear that.” Peter let out a sigh of relief as tears of joy came to his eyes. You made an awkward step towards each other before hugging tightly.

“I also cried my eyes out last week when Just A Dream came on the radio. Now I know why.” You chuckled as you rubbed his back.

“We lost our virginities to that song.” He told you as he hugged you back.

“I wish I didn’t know that.” You said and pulled out of the hug. “Also, isn’t that song only like 4 minutes long?”

“Jeez give me a break it was my first time.” He mumbled and scratched his ear. You chuckled softly and reached out to cup his chin.

“Hey.” You said, making him look at you. You stepped closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Before you cried your eyes out and went on that crazy rant, I was gonna tell you something.”

“Oh yeah?” He tilted his head. “What was it?“

“That I really, really like you, Peter Parker.” You said as you twirled on of the curls at the back of his neck around your finger.

“I really like you too.” He smiled fondly. “I’m actually in love with you and have been for four years but we don’t have to talk about that now. I can meet you where you are.”

“I’m right here.” You told him as you began to lean in. Just as your lips were about to touch, Dr. Strange walked up to you.

“What the hell are you two doing?” He asked. “Why are you standing outside my building?”

“Steven, sir, I’m sorry.” Peter apologized. “We were just-“

“How do you know my name?” Dr. Strange frowned.

“It’s me. Spiderman.” Peter said before remembering the spell.

“You’re Spiderman?” Dr. Strange asked. “What are you doing without your mask on? Do you have any idea what could happen if your identity was revealed? Because I do. And it’s really bad.”

“I know. And I know that you know.” Peter sighed. “I’m sorry, Mr. Steven Sir. We were just leaving.”

Peter swung you back to the rooftop by Delmars and put his clothes back on over his suit. After swinging you back to the ground, you continued walking down the streets of New York. Your hands bumped against each other’s again and this time, you took his hand with an assured confidence.

“Where do we go from here?” Peter wondered. “You know so much and so little at the same time.”

“I’m off tomorrow.” You told him. “Maybe you could come over and give me a little history lesson.”

“Okay. Yeah.” He smiled excitedly. “That would be perfect.”

“It’s funny, isn’t it? I fell for you before I knew about our past. Makes you wonder about soulmates and all that.” You said as you squeezed his hand.

“Yeah.” Peter smiled and squeezed back. “And all that.”

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I haven't watched lost boys in 100 years but as a kid I had dreams about Alex winters character and his beautiful hair. Do you have any headcanons for him?

I LITERALLY HAVE SO MANY MARKO HEADCANONS YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW OKAY LISTEN HERE THEY ARE

TLB Marko Headcanons (SFW):

Just like all the other gang members, he's a psychopathic adrenaline junkie with impulse issues but that surprises literally nobody

WAY more feral/animalistic than his blood-brothers. He'll bite people even when he doesn't need to feed. He just likes doing it for funsies and to see their reaction and fear/upset

Loves to catch/control things. People for hunting, but animals for fun

By this mean I mean he literally GRABS pigeons and crows and rats just to watch them squirm before letting them go. One time he caught an owl and ran into the lobby with this great big flapping nightmare in his hands, scratching the shit out of him, to show it off

The boys enjoy a good hunt. But Marko and Dwayne extra enjoy it. Like, too much

He cackles. Over everything. This isn't a man this is a hyena

For such a defensive, quick-to-anger, competitive, fucked-up little guy, he has a surprisingly dependable and amical relationship w/ Paul. Like, they are best best friends. If push comes to shove it's them against the world

He's Italian. I'll fucking DIE on this hill. A bit of a brat, and a beauty, always used to getting what he wants? This dude was a highly sought-after High Renaissance model in Florence (esp. considering the beauty standard in art at that time was youthful athleticism)

CAN and WILL cuss you out in Italian like a little blonde mobster, even while he's getting hauled away by Paul for Starting Shit

Short fuse. Bad temper. Again, brat.

He won't stop putting stuff in his mouth. Remember the biting thing? It doesn't just extend to people who annoy him. He'll bite on coins, the hems of his gloves, his nails. Bottlecaps and chopsticks, too

Is similar to Paul in the sense that he's gross. Real nasty man. He dropped a piece of orange chicken on the sandy boardwalk? Oh yeah. That's getting eating 100%

Marko comes off as the most overtly inhuman. In the animalistic way he moves, his little feral grins, the way he very obviously eyes people up. His aura is... weird. It's good that the other boys are there honestly bc alone he'd creep people out

That jacket is literally the prized piece of his collection. It reeks and he wears it every night: he's been adding shit onto it since he got it in the 50s, and by "adding shit" I mean "asking Dwayne to do it" because he's shit with a needle

His favorite places on the boardwalk itself: The arcade w/ Paul, the rollercoaster (he likes to stare at the people in front of him and make them uneasy), and the crowded beach (he roams between the bonfires, flirting and being a menacing little shit in equal portions)

Enjoys being a center of focus/attention, but often doesn't get to do it because he's part of a pack now, and David leads

Speaking of David, if anyone else told him to do something??? Marko would be like "literally fucking bite me, I'm not doing that" but if David tells him to jump he'll say "how high?"

I think he views David as the reason why he has brotherhood (and also looks up to the collected, dark, casual aura David has because he's got such a short fuse himself)

Real talk??? Genuinely??? Probably the vampire you would LEAST want to run into alone. You'd die. Probably with the others, too, but with him there is zero chance to negotiate. He will not listen.

If he has a target, he hunts it, and nothing you can say will change his mind.

I hope these resonate with you guys, I think about Marko all the time (✿◠‿◠) he is a terrible little lad. If anyone wants headcanons for the other boys lemme know and I'll write them!

[smallestapplin]

My request your wrote was so good! As Emmett would say "it was verrrry good!" Speaking of Emmett, since Ingo is the soft boi. I think Emmett needs to get some love too. But we all know how dom he is, and I could see him boldly teasing his s/o all day at work. So I think to tease him, how about he can't take control in bed that night? Perhaps Emmett x Fem reader? I feel like Emmett is into overstimulation but doesn't know it yet, and honestly call him "boss" in and sexy way and he's a goner. That should wipe the smile off his cute face XD

OMFG YOU ARE A GENIUS! I love this idea so much! Keep these comin! I hope you like it as much as I do. (I am so sorry this took so long!)

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For as long as you’ve been with the smiling subway boss you would think you’d be use to his behavior by now, he is like a snake wrapping around you at any given chance, always so affectionate, but that was never a problem, you welcomed the affection.

You also didn’t have a problem with his more childish behavior, pouting that he has to go into work and not stay home with you to cuddle, or whining when you don’t give him attention, you adore him and his golden retriever like personality.

But if you had to pick a problem it would be his teasing, he bullies you so much, mocking you or bullying is cock into you, sometimes you have a 50/50 shot of him teasing you while he is at work, his straight forwardness makes his lewd words much more effective.

But today you are putting your foot down, he never lets you top him but if you can execute your plan just right he will trembling under you.

It doesn’t help that he kept teasing you today, constant texts throughout the day.

‘I miss you so much! I don’t know what I miss more, you or the gushing pussy of yours, hopefully by the end of my shift I can find out.’

‘Awww my sweet love, I’m so bored with no challengers, I wish you were here, you always keep me entertained with your mouth.’

He started sending pictures and videos, you tried to distract yourself when he did, you knew he was in his offices private bathroom fucking his fist the video playing on your phone was proof of that, but you must stay strong, you’ll break him one way or another.

“Oh daaaarling, I’m home!” Good, now you can act.

You practically throw yourself at him, arms around his neck to pull him towards you, his arms quickly find themselves around your waist holding you flush against him, moaning into the heated kiss you yanked him into, tongues twisting around the other, one of Emmet’s hands trail lower to squeeze your ass, grinding his hardening cock against you.

“Mmm, you taste so good when you’re so desperate for me.” He licks his lips, trying to savor the remnants of the kiss.

“Please let’s move to the bedroom, I wanna please, I want you to fuck my mouth.” Playing into his fantasy, everything is falling perfectly into place for your plan.

You’ve never been picked up and moved so quickly as he rushes to the bedroom, once there you both stripped, wanting to see all of each other, you don’t give him time to process before you push him down on the chair in your bedroom, part of his desk, but he’s not complaining once you drop to your knees licking a stripe up his length.

“Such a good darling.” Once you wrap your lips around his tip he is grabbing the back of your head, pushing you all the way down, groaning at the feeling of your throat convulsing and tightening around him, you’re simply too good for him!

Pulling your head back he begins to fuck your face, controlling the speed, cooing at your choking sounds, you’re just too precious for him, tilting his head back panting softly.

“Such a good girl for me!” He gave a particularly harsh thrust, moaning while your own moan vibrates against him, you lick and suck in time with his thrusts, with each twitch you know he is getting close, just needs a little shove.

You bring a hand up to massage his balls while the other lightly scratches his thigh, the added pleasure and the pain from your claw marks sends him over the edge, keeping your head locked at his base.

“Fuck that’s it, drink it aaaaall up.”

Once you’re let go you slowly slurp up before letting his dick go with a pop.

“Please, more, I want more of your cum.” You nuzzle his shaft, pleading with him.

“My aren’t you hungry, go right ahead.”

Emmet wasn’t anticipating how sensitive he would be after his orgasm, why hadn’t he tried this sooner? Everything was heightened, he couldn’t control his sounds, trying to keep still, while you kept playing with him.

He goes fully limp in the chair, resting his arms on it, only to hear four swift clicks and the feeling of cold metal on his wrists.

Emmet snaps his head up to see just as you hollow your cheeks and suck.

“Oh fuck! Mmnah!” Deep throating his cock before making your way towards the tip and sucking it, watching as the grinning man cums again with a loud cry.

He goes slack against the chair, panting harshly before looking back down at you.

“W…what is the meaning of this?”

“I thought since you work sooo hard, I could spoil you a bit, boss.” You giggle at his flustered face, doesn’t he realize that pulling at the cuffs will do nothing?

You crawl into hip lap making sure your wet heat is pressed right up against his cock.

“Aw you seem so tense boss, let me help you unwind.” The first time you’ve seen Emmet’s smile fall, replaced with a look of shock before his lips quiver letting out a choked sound, your sink down on him so slowly, but the warm wet heat of your pussy is proving to be too much for him.

“W-wait, oh god, haaa fuck! I’m..I’m so close, ooh!” The subway boss was so taken aback by the immense, he could feel tears pricking his eyes, it’s all so much.

Silver eyes widen, mouth agape, you hold noting back, lifting yourself and slamming back down on his dick, riding him like you’re trying to take all he has, like you’re trying to milk him.

Poor thing didn’t last a handful of thrusts before he cums, bucking his hips against yours but you don’t slow down, cooing as he cries.

“C’mon one more time for me boss, mmm I love it when you fill me up, mm!-ah!” Looking at him he looks so wrecked, drool dripping down his chin, tear filled eyes crossed and rolled back, his smile back but it looks so messy.

You press you chest against his, hearing the rattle of the cuffs as you do so and sucking his tongue in your mouth, muffling a his loud cries, your ass slapping against his thighs with each quick bounce.

Emmet is the first to pull away, taking in deep breaths his whining only gets louder.

“Pleeeease t’much! Oh god! Pleasepleaseplease!” He isn’t entirely sure what he is asking for, but you just keep going.

“C-can’t think, please daring I-I CANT! So good! Mmm! Cumming!” His sounds echoing in the room while you pump another load of his into you, purring at the warmth spreading on your insides.

“One more, just give me one more, please boss? I’m close.” Your voice getting higher in pitch, not only is his cock filling you up and stretching you out so good, but his sounds and whorish expression make it so hard to think.

Emmet couldn’t speak only making incoherent babbling sounds slurring together, you reach a hand between you two and start rubbing your clit, matching the tempo of your quick thrusts.

“Aahh! So good for me, please, oh! fill me, I want more of your cum in me.”

With one last bounce and grinding his cock further into you, you both cum, both of your backs arching as your cries mix, once you settled down you carefully raise up letting his dick slide out of you.

“Fuck that was so hot! Are you alright my love?….Emmet?”

He is still conscious, breathing evening out, he lazily looks at you “g-great nev never better.”

“Let’s get you a bath.” You pull the key you hid out of the desk drawer and uncuff him, you leave to start the bath before coming back and helping him up, letting the fucked out man lean most of his weight on you, you take baby steps to the bathroom setting him down in the warm water.

“You did so well, I’m so proud of you Em.” You kiss his forehead and gently massage soap into his skin.

“Next time is your turn.”

You chuckle at his tired determination “of course my sweet Emmy.”

[talesofstyles]

Good Morning Indeed

absolutely no plot whatsoever, just a bit of husband and dad harry in the midst of the family’s morning chaos 😂

Harry

“Go get the condom on.”

“I’ll pull out, I promise.”

“Your pull out game is weak.”

“Oi, them’s fightin’ words.”

“There’s a reason we’ve got six kids.” Says the missus with a roll of those pretty—but sometimes deadly (please don’t tell her I said this)—eyes. “‘Sides, I’ve just changed the sheets yesterday. You are not coming on the sodding sheets.”

“Fine,” I sigh and reach down to the bedside table. Why is the drawer filled with sodding Duplo and those tiny, pricey Sylvanian Family bunnies? I’m guessing kid number two, three and four have something to do with that. A few more seconds of rummaging before I finally found my treasure in the very back of the drawer. I lay on my back as I sheath myself up, and seeing as I’m already here… might as well, right? I smirk at her as I say, “hop on then.”

“Fat chance that,” she mutters. “Do I have to take off my top?”

“Nah,” I shake my head, it’s cold, and I’m a considerate husband. “A flash will do. Just give me a visual.”

She rolls up my shirt that she wears to sleep, a really old white rolling stones t-shirt that has two holes and a loose thread hanging on for dear life from the hem. She looks homeless. Gorgeous homeless though. 

“Nice,” I flash her a boyish grin, like a teenage boy seeing his first pair of tits. “You’ve got great racks.”

“You’re just saying that…”

I know what she sees when she looks at herself in the mirror and I wish she could look at herself through my eyes. 

“Hey, don’t you dare. My babies grew in that body, that’s everything.”

Her tender smile hits me right in the gut. “I love you.”

“Love me enough to ride me?” I say with a playful flick to one nipple.

“Nice try.”

“I love you,” I mutter near her mouth and give her a searing kiss. I run my tongue over her bottom lip, then I kiss her down her neck, her cleavage and her breasts. I slowly circle one nipple, and she giggles, knowing it’s a well-rehearsed move that is guaranteed to do what’s needed. See, her tits are kind of like start buttons. No matter the situation, a little attention to those bad boys switches things around real quick. Her head slams back against the pillow. And she moans, holding my head in place.

We’ve got ignition lads. 

I nestle my body on top of hers, and there’s a bit of wayward angling and poking until I find my way inside of her. And then it’s on. Two bodies writhing on the bed. My hips rotate in long, slow circles.

“Bollocks!”

“What? The condom isn’t broken, is it?”

“No, it’s bin day. I forgot to take out the recycling bin.”

“S’fine, we’ve got time before the school run.”

The bin’s sorted, back to the shag…

I slide my hands under her, bringing us closer. Rocking us faster. My forehead hovers close to hers and I open my eyes so I can watch. What can I say? I’m greedy like that. I want to soak up every gasp, every flicker of pleasure across her face. Pleasure I’m giving her.

Her breathing changes. It turns panting and desperate, and I know she’s close. I move harder, grinding against her, inside her, with every forward push. Warms sparks tickle my spine and heat spreads down until every nerve in my body is shaking. I slam inside her, burying deep as her hips jerk upward. She spasms hard around me, gripping me tight. 

I rock back my hips and pull almost all the way out, but then I freeze. Because a dreaded sound echoes across the room, grabbing our full attention. It’s coming from the baby monitor. It’s a rustling, the sound of cotton rubbing cotton. Like snipers in the jungle, we don’t move a muscle. We don’t say a word. We wait, until the rustling stops. And all is quiet again. 

Too bad it’s not for long. Because two thrusts in, a light comes on in the landing. Followed by small footsteps heading down the stairs. Shit.

“Harry, just come already. They’ll all be up soon.”

“I’m close… don’t rush it, you’re scaring it away.” 

She grinds her hips. Also another well-rehearsed move that she knows will get me off. But I freeze again, because there’s a second set of footsteps and the sound of a toilet flushing. Oh, and the babies next door are starting to whimper. 

Great.

“I’M HUNGRY!” That’s James, darling little cockblocker number four who likes to be fed on time. He’s three.

“WE’LL BE OUT IN A SECOND!” My wife shouts over my shoulder. “Harry for the love of god-”

I pick up the rhythm. Small beads of sweat form on my brow. She grinds her hips again, and I try to focus. “Just like that, fuck, keep doing that.”

“Sshh, keep your voice down.”

“IS THERE ANY BREAD THAT ISN’T 50/50?” That’s Eleanor, child number two. She’s seven, and she’s one of those children who seem to possess a discernible palate that knows when we’ve changed brands of baked beans or attempt to bring sugar-free fruit squash through the doors.

“IT’S THE SAME,” I reply.

“NO, IT’S NOT. DO WE HAVE OTHER FOOD?”

“THERE ARE SHREDDIES.”

“DON’T LIKE ‘EM.”

“PORRIDGE.”

“I’M NOT A BEAR!”

Honestly, seven-year-olds gunning for a fight this early in the morning can go do one.

The babies are starting to gather volume next door so I try to focus again. It only takes a few more thrusts before ecstasy wrecks my body, making me shudder. I press my lips against her neck as I come back down to earth. But I don’t move yet. I know we should get going because things are already chaotic outside our door, but I just don’t have the will yet. I’m considering going back to sleep for a minute or two. She won’t mind, will she? Well, I’m wrong. Because she proceeds to perform the move that seems to amuse every sodding woman on earth. And causes every man to squeal like a bloody pig. Without warning, she uses her powerful muscle to squeeze my extremely sensitive cock. 

Girls, grab a piece of paper and write this down. I’m speaking on behalf of every man to walk on earth here; we hate that. We don’t think it’s funny.

I jerk back, pull out, and roll off her. I try to look annoyed as she giggles, and obviously I fail, because that freshly fucked, flushed-face makes it impossible not to grin back.

“CAN I HAVE JAFFA CAKE?” That’s Victoria, child number three. She’s five, and she’s yelling as she thunders up the stairs. 

“JAFFA CAKE ISN’T BREAKFAST,” my wife shouts back as she sits up and hands me a nappy sack. “Harry…”

I wrap up the condom with it and toss it to the bin. “You’ve just taken me life force, woman, give me a moment.”

“CUSTARD CREAM?”

“NO.” We shout in unison. 

“HOBNOB THEN?”

“STAY AWAY FROM THE BISCUIT TIN!”

“You want to wrestle a biscuit-hunting kid out of a cupboard and 50/50 bread drama or fussy babies with full nappies?”

“Babies.” I hear a small child get whacked by a sibling downstairs and I feel like I may have got the better deal here.

Next door, the twins are not happy. They’re six months old now, and they’re both teething. Thing one glares at me as I walk into their nursery and thing two stares at me stroppily from the corner of her cot. Their cheeks are scarlet, and thing one proceeds to bark at me like a seal. I pick his warm, sleepy, cuddly body and cradle it close to mine as I lay him down on the changing table. I smell the dampness. It’s definitely wee. He’s soaked through, I think I didn’t tuck his willy in when I last changed him around three in the morning so it sprayed in some upward motion and drenched his clothes. See, this is why girls are better than boys. There’s no way they can pee upwards. 

After I put a fresh nappy and a change of clothes, I put him down on the rug so he can wiggle around while I grab his sister and sort her out. After six kids, I’m definitely a pro with baby duty and can practically change their clothes one-handed. The whole thing takes only a few minutes.

I cuddle the babies on each side as I walk downstairs and into the kitchen. They immediately reach out to their mum who’s cracking some eggs as soon as they spot her, knowing she’s the only one who can cure their hunger this morning. 

“Uniforms!” She says to the big kids as she takes one baby into her arms. “We’ll do breakfast after. Please, please, please…”

Desperate pleas lead them to saunter out and up the stairs. I follow my wife into the living room and hand her the other baby as she plops down on the couch. She rolls up her shirt and the babies latch instantly. Tandem nursing is harder now that they’re a little older and aware of their surroundings. They’re trying to scratch each other’s faces as they nurse. “Oi, what’s this? You each get a tit, stop fighting.”

They seem to somehow listen to me and have stopped trying to poke each other’s eyeballs. We’ll see how long that lasts. “Finish the eggs?”

I nod. “I’m on it.”

I brew some coffee, finish the scrambled eggs, and pop the slices after slices of bread in the toaster. Breakfast is done just in time as my wife walks back into the kitchen with two full and happy babies. She puts them in their high chairs and I scoop a bit of eggs on each of their trays for them to nibble on.

George appears back in the kitchen clad in his uniform with his also dressed brother trailing behind. We always lay his clothes the night before on his bed and he gets dressed all by himself in the morning. And he’s getting better at it, seeing he only missed a button on his shirt.

“Hi mate,” I say as I fix his button and he flashes a toothy grin at me. I plop him down on the chair, he’s graduated from the high chair now but still uses a booster seat.

“No toast!”

“What do you want then?”

“Chee-yos?”

I nod before I grab a handful of cheerios and set them on his plate next to his eggs. Then I take a few steps back across the table. “Hey, James, set it up.”

He flashes me another toothy grin before he opens his mouth wide and keeps it open. I hold a single Cheerio between my fingers while I bend my knees and bounce my hand as if I were dribbling a basketball. “Three seconds left on the clock, down by one. Styles got the ball. He fakes left, he drives in, he shoots…”

I toss the Cheerios in a high arc. It lands right into his mouth.

“He scores! The crowd goes wild!”

James holds both hands over his head. “Core!”

“Viv stole the biscuit tin, you know? She ate three jammie dodgers upstairs.” Eleanor says as she walks in with book bags and school shoes. 

George, seeing his sister walks in, proceeds to open his mouth wide and flashes her the half-chewed eggs on his tongue. It’s his current thing and it annoys his sisters to death. The young’uns think differently though as they double over in laughter. 

“Eeewww!” She shrieks. “You’re so gross!”

“VICTORIA, PUT THAT BISCUIT TIN DOWN AND GET YOUR BUTT IN THE KITCHEN! AND GO GET THEM HAIR TIE THINGIES…” 

“I didn’t have any biscuits!” She yells and runs down the stairs.

This kid is the quintessential daddy’s girl. She climbs up onto my lap right away, handing me the brush and a hair tie. 

“See, poppet, I would’ve believed you if you didn’t leave evidence all over your face,” I arch one of my eyebrows as I sweep a speck of raspberry jam on the corner of her mouth. 

“You always do a ponytail,” she huffs.

“Either that or I give you a bowl cut with kitchen scissors. I reckon that fruit bowl will do. Your choice.”

“Can I have some more eggs?” George asks with his mouth full of his last bite.

“God, that’s like your third serving,” Eleanor grumbles.

“Nag.”

At that insult, Eleanor flings a piece of toast like a ninja. Before George can retaliate, my wife gives them both the look.

“Viv, will you at least have some eggs?”

“No.”

“Fine,” my wife sighs. “I’m gonna get changed then.”

I glance at the clock and, well, shit, I should get dressed too. “Can you lot watch the babies and try not to kill each other for the next five minutes?”

“Five quid each?” Eleanor tries to negotiate. “Babysitting isn’t supposed to be free, you know? That sounds like child labour to me.” 

Bollocks. 

“Two quid each,” I give her my dad look that says the offer is final and indisputable.

“Deal.”

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Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Bucky has been your neighbor for a few months now, so he likes to think you two are friends. Which is why he thinks you're the best person to go to to help him get back into the dating scene.

AN: inspired by one line of dialogue from the first ep of Falcon and the Winter Soldier. lol also, FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER EP 1 SPOILERS!

Bucky felt lost. Well, he's always felt lost ever since he suddenly came back along with have of the world's population. He was pardoned by the government and now a civilian. He was going through therapy to deal with his 70+ years worth of trauma and trying to navigate his way through the modern world. Everything was new and exciting but also overwhelming and exhausting.

His therapist encouraged him to date and make friends. So that's what he did, or at least, tried to do.

He considers you a friend. You live in the apartment right beside him, gave him a friendly smile and helping hand when he first moved in. You two chatted when you'd run into each other in the hall or in the laundry room. You were nice, attractive, funny. He honestly thought about asking you out a few times, but you were his friend, his only friend it seems. So he couldn't ruin that. Therefore, he resorted to online dating.

He signed up to a bunch of dating websites and apps: eharmony, match.com, plentyoffish, tinder-SO MANY. Why are there so many dating apps?!

He's scrolling through his phone, so overwhelmed by the different pictures and information. What does DTF mean???

He scowls, tossing his phone onto a pile of dry laundry he should be folding. You enter the laundry room with a chuckle, "Everything alright?"

He glances over his shoulder and sees you. He immediately smiles and faces you, "Hey, um, yeah," he gestures to his phone, "Just, um..." he lets out a sigh and asks, "Do you know anything about dating?"

You look at him curiously and reply, "A little. Why? What's up?"

"I'm just," he nervously scratches his head and places his hands on his hips, "I'm trying this online dating thing and it's...a lot."

You can't help but snort, "I feel ya," you give him a reassuring smile despite your heart dropping to your stomach, "So, uh, what sites or apps are you on?"

"Um...all of them?"

You snort again, "No way. Let me see your phone." you hold out your open palm to him and he places his phone into your hands after unlocking it. You swipe through his apps and your brows shoot up to your hairline, "Well it's not all of them , but it's definitely a lot." you look up from the phone to Bucky, "Can I give some advice?"

"Please, I'll take anything you can give me," he replies desperately.

You hop onto the washing machine and hold up his phone, "Okay. These apps are usually for the older crowd. Like thirty five and up, so if you're not picky about age, feel free to keep these. Now, these apps are what the younger generations use. Tinder is usually for hook ups, one night stands and all that. Not many people take Tinder seriously. Bumble, is a level up from Tinder. You'll find people who are more serious about finding a relationship with also a mix of people looking for something casual. Hinge, I think, is a level up from Bumble. You don't see people's typical lame ass bios, but their answers to some fun questions, what kind of relationship they're looking for, if they smoke or do drugs, etc. Also, I'm not sure if you know this, but you can change the age range on all of these apps. So instead of having it from 18 to 50, you can narrow it so 25 to 35 or however you want."

You look at Bucky and see his brows are furrowed in...concentration? Confusion?

"Was that too much? Do I need to slow down?"

He shook his head, "No, no, that's not it. Um, thanks, Y/N," he shoots you a grateful grin and you smile back, "No problem, Bucky." You see the gears turning in his head and you ask a question, he might be scared to ask you, "Do you want me to help you find some potential dates?"

"Will you?" he asks in that same desperate tone from earlier.

Again, you put on a smile, despite your breaking heart, "Sure!"

You tap on Hinge, double checking on his preferences, and then going to the main page.

"Oh! Look here. She's a single mom, but she's also a nurse. On the weekends, you're most likely going to find her wine drunk and watching movies with her kids. She has pets. She'd like to have more kids some day. She sounds nice. How 'bout it, Bucky?"

"Sure. She-She sounds good."

"Cool! So you tap on the heart on whatever thing on her page. So let's like her....answer here. If you want, you can comment something, but if not, you just forward it and hope to see that she'll like you back and you can start messaging her! Also, it looks like some people already like you! So you just tap on this icon here and you can scroll through the different people who've liked something on your page and it's up to you if you want to make contact or not."

Bucky hums and plucks his phone from your hands, "Wow. This-Thanks Y/N. This really helped."

"No problem, Buck! If you ever need more help, just let me know!" you hop off the washer and proceed to start up a load of laundry. You mind running back and forth about how you should shoot your shot, but you were too afraid of ruining the friendship you and Bucky have.

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Bucky: Hey

You: What's up?

Bucky: can you come over? I need more help with this online dating situation.

You: sure!

You let your phone fall to your side with a sigh, Bucky has been asking for your help with his online dating for two weeks now and while you're always happy to help him, it just sucks seeing someone get his attention that you wish you had.

You roll out of bed, not caring about how you looked and exit your apartment, knocking on Bucky's door.

He swings open to reveal him in a tight blue henley and some black jeans, "Hey!" he shoots you a grin and moves aside to let you in, "So, um, this girl, Janine. We've been messaging for a few days now and she wants to meet up. Is that too soon? And where should I take her? I've," he pauses to chuckle to himself, "I haven't dated since the forties so..."

Despite your feelings for him, you knew Bucky deserved to be happy, especially after all the shit he's gone through.

"Hm, well, what kind of vibes are you getting from her?"

"Vibes?"

"Yeah, um, what feelings do you get when you talk to her? Do you feel happy? Do you want to get to know her more?"

"Uh, yeah, I suppose so. I think it'd be nice to meet her in person and get to know her more face to face."

"Then yeah, take her out. But since it's your first time meeting her in person, it should be something casual. Low key, no pressure. A decent restaurant or a bar is probably best."

Bucky nods, "Yeah. Okay. Um, do you think you could help me pick something out?"

You can't help but laugh, "Bucky, I'm sure whatever you choose to wear, you'll be fine."

"Okay. Thanks, Y/N," he slowly wraps his arms around you for a hug, but not too tight in case you're uncomfortable. You surprise him by hugging him back, giving him a little squeeze, "You're welcome, Bucky."

It was Saturday and you didn't have work. You friends asked you to hangout with them, but you didn't want to. You wanted to stay holed up in your apartment, wallowing because Bucky would be going on his date with Janine tonight.

You're mindlessly watching tv , curled up on the couch. You turn your face into the pillow and scream in frustration. You should've just asked him out when you had the chance, but now that chance is gone.

You groan as you roll off the couch and head to your balcony. You just need some fresh air. You push up your window and climb onto the metal balcony. You sit on the outdoor chair you have there and stare up into the night sky. The stars are twinkling, the moon is shining. It looks like a perfect night for a date and here you are, alone.

"Hey-"

"AAAHHH!" you scream by the sudden appearance of Bucky on his own balcony. You're staring at him wide eyed, hand on your chest.

Bucky couldn't help but laugh at your expression, "Sorry."

You shake your head and stand to meet him, "It's fine. What're you doing here? I thought you were on your date."

"Yeah, uh, turns out Janine didn't, what phrase did you use once, pass the vibe check?"

You snort, covering your mouth as you giggled. Bucky's smile grows at the sound and you pull yourself together, "Um, yeah that's it. But I'm sorry."

He shrugs, leaning against the railing, "Honestly, it's okay. I don't think the online dating thing is really for me. I think I'll probably stick to the old fashion way: meeting in person and asking them out on a date."

"That's understandable," you say with a nod.

"So how 'bout it?"

You look at him confused, "How 'bout what?"

"Do you wanna go on a date sometime?" you give a look of surprise and Bucky immediately adds, "But I totally understand if you don't want to. I just-you're nice, and beautiful, and funny I thought maybe-but we're friends so I totally understand if you don't-"

"No, no. Bucky, I just-I'd love to go on a date with you."

"Yeah?" You nod and he holds out his hand, "Come on then."

You give a nervous chuckle, "What?"

"I picked up a pizza after that disastrous date. We can eat and watch a movie. Casual and no pressure, right?"

You look from his striking blue eyes to his outstretched glove hand. You reach out to place your hand in his but then pull back, "Wait. I should probably change."

You step back to head back into your apartment, but Bucky grabs your hand, "You don't have to. You look great."

You chuckle and begin to climb from your railing to Bucky's, with his help, "Alright, Prince Charming. I expect to be wooed tonight."

"Of course you do, which is why I ordered pizza from your favorite place and I'm letting you pick the movie we watch."

"Bucky Barnes, I could kiss you!" you exclaim thoughtlessly but then you realized what you just said. You shook your head and began to ramble off excuses, "No no! I mean not now! Now that I don't want to kiss you. You're very kissable. Not that I imagine kissing you or anything it's just-"

Bucky leans in and gives you a little peck on the cheek, "I don't kiss until after the date's over, doll. So will that suffice for now?"

You could feel your cheeks heating up as you nodded and squeaked out, "Yup!"

He chuckled, taking your hand in his again and leading you to the couch where the pizza was waiting for you.