#HS is almost over omg!!

[neishroom]

naomie a child actress? it’s more likely than u think...

[mxnhoo]

dangerous (l. hs)

✎ lee heeseung x reader genre kissing, blowing vape air into one's mouth, experienced boy x unexperienced girl trope, strawberry flavoued air, first kiss, reader has like 0 experience at all, not poofread cos a girlie just wants to write - get the idea off her head - sleep warnings ALMOST smut, vaping, nicotine (duh), hee wants to corrupt her lowk word count 905 cly's note i think this is different from what i usually write but i saw a tiktok with this idea and i couldn't stop thinking about it even during work. HENCE i am staying up to actually write it so i can get it OUF MY HEAD. i hate the thought of smoking/vaping but isn't this so hot omg. plus i've been so inactive i'm so sorry, so here's a proper fic i've written in a while (though it is short)

now playing heaven and back - chase atlantic

You breathed heavily, your eyelids heavy as you continued to stare at Heeseung, who layed below you. The room was dimly lit, the only light source coming from the lamp on your study table. You can't even explain how you got into this situation with Heeseung, your best friend — how you were sitting on Heeseung's lap, him being shirtless and just vaping in front of you. Though you've always known that he was quite literally the opposite of you, you and him remained as close friends regardless, and today you were seeing him in a different way.

Your chest moved rapidly, a new gush of unfamiliar feelings taking over you as you observed him taking another puff from his vape device. He exhaled and blew the air away from you, hitting the back of his head against the headboard afterwards, staring at you.

A strong strawberry scent took over the room, the sweetness making you want to melt into him. Despite the fact that he was the only one that was shirtless and that you were hovering over him, you still felt vulnerable, feeling unsure as to what to do next and anxious that you might fuck things up somehow.

He smirked seeing the state you were in, clearly enjoying the view of you. He was aware about how you were so naive and pure — you haven't kissed, smoked, vaped, or even fucked — and Heeseung just wanted to be there to open the new world to you. He wanted to check off every single thing off from the list, since he knew best how untouched you were. He wouldn't admit it, but he wanted to corrupt you.

He blew air up to his forehead, lifting the bangs away and he threw his head back, making himself more comfortable and showing his featuers off even more, especially his prominent Adam's apple and collarbone.

You couldn't explain it, but everything about him just felt so.. hot at the moment. You've never felt this way for anyone, but the way he was looking at you with such predator gaze, the way his exposed chest was moving up and down, the way he held his vape with his thumb and middle finger, his collarbone and neck, and even more.

"Say, you haven't fucked around nicotone like at all, right?" Heeseung questioned, his voice raspy after taking a huff of his strawberry-flavoured vape.

You shook your head and bit your lip, almost feeling humiliated that you haven't tried anything at all, and that for your entire life, you've stayed away from these things. You looked down, not wanting to meet his gaze, overthinking that he probably thought you were a loser.

He lifted your chin up with his finger, interlocking eyes with yours once again and he smirked, "Wanna take a step into my world?".

Your heart immediately skipped a beat, feeling thrilled at the thought of doing something you've always strayed away from. You stuttered, "O-okay".

He turned his neck downwards to look at you properly before flicking his middle and ring finger, gesturing for you to lean closer to him. You were already sitting on his lap as he layed down, and the closeness and warmth was driving you wild. You'd never experienced something like this before, only simple hand-holding and cheek kisses.

"I won't bite," he reassured, his voice still sounding dark, but you finally started to lean closer to him. Your hands inevitably rested on his bare chest, his chest muscles and abs feeling hard and the way he hitched his breath when you touched him didn't go unnoticed.

You were finally leaning closer to him, your hair falling forward as he nodded in approval, "Want a taste of my vape? Strawberry flavour, you'll like it". You nodded and he chuckled, bringing the vape to his mouth and taking another huff, making you slightly confused. Was he not going to hand the vape over to you?

You wanted to ask until you confirmed that he wasn't. He grabbed the front of your shirt to pull you even closer, his eyelids halfway open as he started to blow the air into your mouth. You immediately inhaled the air, tasting the sweetness of the air and suddenly feeling hot as your heart rate starts to increase.

You only stared at his lips as he blowed the vape air into your mouth, only wishing it was on yours, and he immediately noticed, immediately closing the gap between both of your mouths and smirking as he could feel you immediately snap back to reality from the sudden kiss.

He immediately pulled back, his thoughts feeling hazy as he is met with your half-fucked up face, chuckling that you were already half-spent when you did practically nothing other than share a huff and kiss for a second. "Did I take your first kiss?" he genuinely questioned, observing as you recovered from the kiss and puff.

"You did," you remained quiet before continuing, "I expect you to take my second, third and more".

"Is that a challenge?" he raised his eyebrows, clearly liking your boldness and the idea of kissing you as many times as he wanted.

"Maybe it is? Maybe it isn't?" you shrugged.

His face immediately darkened, the smirk on his face growing deeper, "I never back down a challenge". He put his hand behind your head to push you closer to him, causing your lips to clash once again.

watch out we pop out~ let's fill up some dopamine~ (if u understand ily)

[leviathans-watching]

omg i love your work!! if posisble, can you do a part 2 to touching their wings and stuff with the dateables or maybe other characters? thank you and take care :D

touching their tails/horns/etc. pt 2

includes: diavolo, barbatos, simeon, mephisto, raphael x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .5k | rated t | m.list | pt 1

a/n: i took a lot of creative liberties with this one, either because their forms haven't been revealed or just because i wanted to so just assume most of this is not canon at all lol

please reblog and like <33

➳ diavolo laughs as you poke at the gilded ends of his wings, taking in the intricate design. “it’s real gold,” he says before you can ask, gesturing to the tips of his horns, “as are these. it’s a birth present to children of our family, laced with magic that let’s it grow and change along with is. it’s a symbol of our wealth, our status.” you reach up to touch his horns, and he leans into your touch, happy to let you explore as you wish. “sometimes i think they’re a bit much, and then i remember who i am,” he continues, and you chuckle, making him laugh again too.

➳ barbatos’ tail twitches as you run your hand along it, obviously surprised by the texture. “that feels good,” he says mildly, and you give him a grin, twisting the end of each forked part between your fingers gently. if it keeps you occupied he’s happy to let you play with his tail for as long as you want. only because of that, obviously. not because he can’t remember the last time, if ever, someone’s touched him like this. or because your touch is soothing something inside of him he hadn’t known needed soothed.

➳ mephisto bows his head for you, letting you feel over the nubs where his horns should have been. “they never grew in quite properly,” he explains, sighing as you scratch gently at his scalp around them, “which is why i don’t often reveal my demon form. it’s a bit embarrassing, isn’t it? of course, my parents offered to have false horns inset, and lord diavolo knows we had the money for it, but, well, that just sounded like a bother.” you press your fingers to hs head, eyes steady, and he’s glad to see you’re not thinking of him any differently.

➳ raphael unfurls his wings, and you catch your breath. he’s often been told that his wings are beautiful, richly colored like a peacock’s, and your reaction goes on to support that opinion. “you can touch, if you’d like,” he offers, and you don’t hesitate, burying your fingers in the downy feathers near where they connect to his back. his head falls back, and a quiet peace goes over the two of you as you stroke your way from base to wing tip, then back, soothing actions putting him on the verge of sleep.

➳ simeon wakes up to the feel of your touch on his wing, soft and hesitant. sometime during the night, he’d transformed into his angel form, wings splayed out and over the bed, almost covering the whole thing in their enormity. they certainly cover you, like a warm, live, down blanket. he twitches instinctively, and you pull your hands back. “no, no,” he says sleepily, “you can keep going. it feels good when you touch me.” he sees you smile and smiles too, even though he’s already being lured back into sleep by your soft strokes across the top of his wing, where the feathers are smooth and packed together.

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[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Nine

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: does a handsy Jasper need a warning?

Notes: oh my god it’s been so long, I’ve been eating myself up over not posting. I’ve been working myself to death, but I’ve finally got a long weekend off and so I used it to get back to what makes me happy - this story! Omg I hope you guys love it🥹 I also have to go through and update my taglist later tonight, so bear with me on that until I add it!

Word Count: 1500

Series Masterlist

• April 3rd, 2006 • Forks HS •

Reader

Tingly.

That’s the state of my body this morning, the state of my mind.

Not only am I riding an emotional high from our conversation this weekend, but my dream last night… Good lord, that dream.

I can feel the echoes of his fingers on my skin, the coolness of his lips, the wet trail they would’ve left behind… the solid weight of what surely his body would feel like, pressed against mine. I can imagine all of what it would be like vividly, to be under him, to get carried away, to just explore-

“You alright, darlin’?”

His voice jolts me from the day dreaming stare I had on the locker before me, caught red handed. To make matters worse, that deep southern tenor questioned me inches from my ear, causing a blush to heat my cheeks to an almost uncomfortable degree.

“Perfectly fine, why?” I immediately busy myself within my locker so that I don’t have to face him right away.

“You do remember that I can feel you, right?” His voice is low and his hands find my hips tenderly, but the air changes around us.

My heart rate skyrockets, this is dangerous. His fingers flex against me and the death grip I have on this book in my hands turns my knuckles white.

“Jasper-” his name is a whispered warning, but also a plea.

“I know.” Instantly a cooling, soothing balm blankets our tension and I release the tightness in my chest. Leaning backwards into him I just feel tired all of a sudden, like I had run a marathon. “Let’s get out of here.”

His request sounds more like a demand and I twist in his arms, “Is that a good idea?”

“Darlin’, I don’t have many of those these days.” His mouth quirks up in a lopsided grin as he shoves all of my school supplies back in my locker, shutting it and tugging me along behind him towards the student parking lot.

Jasper

Something is on her mind, something dangerous. Something I absolutely want to know, something I’m not sure I have the strength for, but I can’t help it - it’s her.

I’ve never been more thankful for an overcast day with no rain: perfect motorcycle weather. Come to think of it, my sister had a knowing look in her eyes as my siblings all piled into their respective vehicles as I straddled my bike this morning. A decision that currently led me to now: Y/n and I leaving school before midday.

Those thoughts I interrupted earlier have her quiet, but her emotions are raging and it is driving me insane. Curiosity, need, nervousness - a dangerous concoction begging to overtake my rational mind. Separating myself from her feelings is almost impossible at this point, she is so well ingrained in me.

Finally arriving at my thankfully empty home, I shut my motorcycle off and offer a steady hand to help her dismount. Swinging my own leg over, I turn towards her and lean against it, observing her for a moment with crossed arms.

“What?” She makes eye contact as she struggles with the chin strap of my helmet.

Grabbing the helmet by the chin piece, I gently tug her forward between my legs, “Tell me.” I lace the command with neediness to encourage her to be pliant.

And judging by the way her lips part behind the dark visor, the immediate dilation of her eyes, and the weight of her hands settling on my thighs gently, I might’ve laid it on a little too thick.

Chuckling, I free her from my helmet and riding jacket. By the time I finish, she seems to snap from the daze and her hands clench on top of my legs.

“Not fair, Hale.” Feisty this morning.

I lean forward towards her ear with a grin as I stand from my bike to put away the gear, “All’s fair in love and war, sweetheart.”

Reaching to swat my chest, I grab her hand gently before she could injure herself.

Pausing as I hang my jacket up, her teasing response sends excitement through me, “Two can play at that game, baby.”

Stepping into my room, I realize too late what has her curiosity: my desk. Well, the art that occupies every inch, my art.

“What is all this?” Leafing through pencil sketches of my favorite hunting spots and pen etchings of my family at random moments, she gets to the important ones hidden below. Her breathing hitches and I know she’s found them, the ones of her.

Some are in pencil, some are in random felt-tip pens, but my favorites? Those are charcoal. A decently basic medium, but I feel like it captures so much more than anything else ever could. Maybe it’s because I use my fingers to smudge and shape her perfect curves and lines, but it radiates emotion in sweeping gestures and subtle shading - something that’s hard to capture with anything else.

“There’s-” awe, shock, surprise, they all shuffle through her and I’m on edge, waiting to hear her thoughts. “There’s so many…”

I watch her carefully examine each one and I smile when she chuckles at a few - some of her at school, some of her here in my home, moments I not only committed to memory, but to paper.

“Now you know what I do with my free time.” I smile through the minuscule anxiety that bubbles up at her seeing my secret hobby. Everyone in my family knows I draw, but they haven’t seen my drawings.

“Jasper…” I can tell she’s getting emotional, but a part of me is excited for her to see my innermost thoughts on paper, to see herself through my eyes - the unaltered beauty she contains.

“You haven’t even seen the ones I cherish the most.” Opening a familiar sketchbook buried under many other drawings, I reveal my favorites. “The very first ones.”

Her breath hitches, running a reverent finger down the first page. It’s the very first moment I saw her, crouched, scooping up papers on her first day of high school in Forks - absolutely radiant.

“You were a vision that day. A beautiful tornado that wrecked my world, I tried to capture every detail from memory because I never want to forget-”

Her hand finding my cheek breaks me from my explanation and my eyes find her watery ones, mouth open, searching for words clearly hard to get out, “Jasper…”

“I love you.” My confession steals her breath completely this time, the first time I’ve uttered these words aloud and it feels absolutely right. “I’ve loved you since the moment you hit me with that door. I knew I was absolutely ruined for anyone else and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Tilting her chin up with the tip of my finger as it wobbles at my confession, I smile, “Say something, darlin’.”

“I love you, too.” Now it’s my turn to go wholly still. “I knew from the moment I saw you I’d never be the same, I was yours-”

I couldn’t wait another second, I closed the minuscule gap between our mouths to seal these confessions. I love her and she loves me. Me.

Tilting her head back slightly as I cradle her, I take my cue to deepen the kiss, to pull her closer carefully. Groaning into her mouth, fuck I can’t get enough of her. Trailing kisses down her jawline as she tips her head to the side for much needed air, her gasps drive me to lift her onto my desk.

“Jaz…” her breathy plea of my nickname freezes me, panic seizing my actions.

“I am a gentleman, but only just barely.” My voice is gravel in my own ears, breathed down the slender column of her throat.

A shiver from her causes me to clench my jaw and attempt to gather myself.

“Maybe I don’t want a gentleman right now.” Her whisper damns me, it fucking sets me on fire.

A slamming door downstairs straightens my spine and my hands abandon the exploration of her. Fuck, my family’s timing couldn’t be better, but also worse.

“Honey, we’re home!” Emmett’s booming voice echoes up the stairs and immediately I know he knows, he can probably smell it.

Huffing, I help her regain her footing and straighten her clothes from the rumpled mess my hands made of it. I also take half a thought to smooth her arousal, a damn shame-but a necessity if we’re to face my siblings for the rest of the evening.

“Fucking Emmett.” Her frustration draws a chuckle from me as we make our way downstairs.

“I heard that!” My brother’s response causes her to roll her eyes at me playfully and I shake my head, my heart weighing much fuller in my chest as she plucks its invisible strings with her shit-eating grin.

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[avonne-writes]

omg for the prompts hs au and "— “can i hold your hand? is that weird to ask?”" would be TOO cute

Thank you so much for the prompt! 💖 Just a short drabble this time, but I hope it will bring us all a little positivity. Giggly 15-year-olds galore! I might post this on AO3 later.

Edit: posted on AO3

An upbeat pop song echoes through the cavernous hall of the supermarket as Gale follows Bucky from aisle to aisle. For a Saturday morning, it’s rather busy, but Gale doesn’t mind. It gives him an excuse to walk closer to Bucky and let their arms brush sometimes, their thick coats catching on each other. If only it wasn’t the middle of winter! Then, maybe, he would've been able to touch Bucky's skin too. He probably runs hot, Gale imagines. Would his skin be really soft? What would it taste like if Gale kissed it? What would it smell like?

Technically, this is their third date. Although Gale isn’t quite sure if shopping for snacks together is a date, it's just the two of them and he’s having fun, so he’s going to count it. And who knows, maybe Bucky means to ask him to come over after this? Or they could just go hang out at the mall again, where they first kissed. It’s still hard to believe that it happened. Only a week ago, and yet it feels as though Gale's entire world shifted on its axis. He has a boyfriend now!

A boyfriend who's sweet and kind and funny like he always hoped for. Someone who likes spending time with him and talking to him, and who cares what he thinks about stuff, unlike his parents. The fact that Bucky is so cute to boot blows Gale's mind every day. In the past seven days, he found himself daydreaming several times a day, thinking about all the kisses they've shared - eight now! - and wanting to pinch himself. It’s almost too good to be true.

"Check this out." Bucky snickers suddenly and stops by a random shelf piled with cheap, weird hats. He pulls one out of the pile and puts it on, covering his lovely brown curls with a green beanie - a beanie that, apparently, has a knit beard attachment. Bright orange.

"Handsome." Gale giggles. Bucky's blue eyes twinkle with joy when they meet his. He can feel his face heat up, but he can’t stop smiling, even as Bucky steals Gale's very normal and boring beanie, ruffles his messy blond hair and tries to put a beard beanie on him too.

"Come on, Buck, try it on."

"No, thank you!" Gale protests through a laugh, pushing Bucky's hands away and scuffling with him playfully until a man passing by gives them a dirty look. It hits Gale like a blast of icy wind. Makes something inside him clench tight. Whenever an older man disapproves of him, he feels like he wants to disappear.

Bucky seems to sense the shift in Gale's mood because he tosses the ridiculous hats back on the shelf and rubs the back of his neck.

"Sorry." He says awkwardly. His ears and the pale skin of his cheeks turn bright red.

"No, it’s -" Gale bites his lip, unsure how to say he kinda looked like my dad. He ends up tilting his head and giving Bucky a tentative, lopsided smile. "You said you wanted Skittles?"

"Right! Can’t forget the Skittles." Bucky grins at him in a burst of blinding joy. He skips forward, turning to walk backwards for a moment, with Gale's beanie still captive in his hand. "Favourite flavor?"

Gale rolls his eyes as he follows him. "They all taste the same."

Bucky stops and lets Gale walk close enough to him that their coats almost brush, this time face to face. He and Gale are almost the same height, so all it would take Gale to kiss him is to tilt his chin forward. But he’s not brave enough to do that just yet, so he just watches Bucky's eyes until he can’t keep a straight face anymore and bursts into a quiet laugh.

Grinning, Bucky holds up Gale's beanie and presses it to Gale's chest. "You can get it back if you tell me the answer."

Gale looks away to the side, then up at the ceiling before he finally finds the self-control to return his gaze to Bucky's. He has been smiling so much that his cheeks are starting to hurt. "Green." He says eventually.

Bucky's smile widens, his eyes crinkling. Instead of giving Gale the hat like Gale expects, he puts it on Gale’s head himself, then slips his hands down to Gale's burning cheeks. Before either of them can really think it through, he swoops in and presses a quick peck to Gale's lips.

Nine, Gale's mind sings giddily as Bucky pulls away and starts walking again.

Something about the way Bucky has just kissed him in public without hesitation makes Gale want to be brave too. He falls into step next to Bucky and moves his shaky fingers until they touch Bucky's own.

"Can I hold your hand?" He asks through the rush of excitement, then cringes immediately. What is he, five? Fuck, he should have just gone for it, shouldn't he? Now it's all awkward. Did he mess it all up? He glances up at Bucky’s surprised face. "Is that weird to ask?"

Bucky blinks, then laughs. It's not like his usual mischievous chuckle or the horse laughs he and Curt share sometimes - this is a quick exhale of joy, pure and child-like. He grabs Gale's hand with his own, holds it in his warm grip and swings their linked hands between them as they keep walking.

"No, it’s not weird." He squeezes Gale's fingers. Gale can already feel the dampness of sweat gathering between their palms, but he doesn’t care. The supermarket might as well be heaven for how he feels. "You don’t have to ask though."

He gives Gale a glance from the corner of his eye. "I'm your boyfriend after all."

"True." Gale smiles at his boots. There are so many butterflies in his stomach that if he wasn’t holding Bucky's hand, he might float away. "What’s your favourite Skittle flavor?"

"Red." Bucky replies immediately. His thumb starts play-fighting with Gale's. "I think it’s strawberry... The sweeter, the better, you know?"

Gale nods. When Bucky winks at him, it’s like flying.

[southpark-smut]

Butters smut but he's fed up with being on bottom so he finally snaps and fucks you with a hand around your throat 🤤🤤 in the least dub con way possible yk?

Also can we be moots you seem very baller

butters stotch - fed up. gn!reader . 1k words . MDNI warnings: unprotected sex, choking, slightly rough.

a/n omg my first req! heyy!! um.. lemme say.. i love you.. omg.. this is so frickin hot. stan top butters. i hope this is what you wanted, im still trying to get in the grove of writing. I wrote alot in hs but im still pretty new to smut. you didnt specify a gender so i wrote for gn, afab slightly implied, i hope thats alright. id love to be mooties but this is a sideblog and my main is... well... 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂. but we're mooties in spirit!

“You’re doing so good baby,” you purr out, petting Butters hair and gently stroking him up and down. 

Usually Butters loved this sort of thing, always gazing up at you with half-lidded eyes, whining and whimpering. He’d usually let you do anything to him, always begging for more. But for some reason… tonight was different. He sighed softly and gently took your hand off his cock. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask, looking at him with concern. This was so unlike him, you didn’t know what was wrong. You sigh softly and pull your hands into your lap, trying to read his expression. Maybe he had a long day at uni and just wanted to lay in bed, maybe he just wanted to cuddle, or maybe he just wanted to be left alone.

“Do you want to stop?”

He sighed and ran a hand through his short blonde hair, he looked conflicted, “well I.. well look honey, I mean I love you so much, but can we try something different?” 

“Oh, of course. What do you need, baby?” You ask, gently placing your hand on his thigh, rubbing small circles into it. He sighs softly and puts his hand over yours, looking into your eyes. 

“I .. Well I want to top.” 

You pull your hand away and look at him in shock, it never occurred to you that he might be a top. I mean… he was just so subby and innocent. His nervous stutter, his cute little blushing smile, you could just eat him up. So this… it didn’t make sense to you. You stare at him for a while, jaw dropped in confusion. You finally manage to wipe the gawking look off your face and find words. You give him a gentle smile, “um yeah sure.”

He quickly switches your position, pushing you onto the bed with a heavy kiss. His hands run down your sides, taking in every inch. You moaned softly, he had never felt you up before, not with this much confidence. But you still had some doubts, I mean, he had never topped before. Not with you at least. 

“Are you sure Butters?” 

He looks down at you, a flicker of something different in his eyes. “What? You think I can’t do it?” he asks, his stutter disappearing. He slows his hands, stopping and gripping your hips, a little too tightly. It was almost scary, but you trusted him. You decide to stir the pot a little, you smirk and lean in to whisper in his ear. 

“No I don’t. I think your a pathetic little sub who couldn’t handle fucking me if the world depended on it. Come on baby, let me take care of you,” you say, faux sympathy in your tone. you pull away and cross your arms across your chest, thinking this would snap him out of it.

But something in Butters snapped. He grabbed your neck and pushed you back down on the bed. He loosened his grip and checked his hold, adjusting it slightly before tightening it again. You let out a shocked gasp, fuck.. This was hot. He checks over you slightly, watching your reaction. 

“Are you alright darlin?” 

You nod and squeeze your legs together slightly. Fuck. You were getting so aroused. You didn’t think he had it in him. He smiles and with his free hand spreads your legs apart, feeling your wettness. Then with no warning he shoved himself in, slamming into you at an unearthly pace. He tightened his grip just enough so you could feel the pressure, but still breathe clearly. You let out moan after moan as he continuously hits your sweet spot. 

It had been so long since you’ve been fucked like this, so hard and rough, almost primally. You loved domming, don't get me wrong. You loved having him at your will, loved bouncing on him till he couldn’t handle it anymore, you loved edging him night after night. But god. This was something else. The way he rut into you, breath hot on your face, his hand still wrapped possessively around your neck. There was something about this that got you going like nothing else. 

You moaned loudly. He was going so hard it almost hurt, it felt like every time he moved he was bruising you, filling you up entirely. God. it felt. so. good. You dug your nails into his arm, moaning loudly. You were getting closer, and by the way his strokes were becoming more and more uneven, he was too. 

“B-baby slow down.” 

He nods, obliging your request. “Sorry darlin, I got a l-little ahead of myself,” he lets out a groan “I’m so close darlin”. He releases your neck and grips your hips tightly, slamming you onto him. His grip was tight but he was being ever so careful to not harm you. Everything felt so good, so perfect, you clench tightly around him, throwing your head back and letting out a lewd moan. 

He lets out a loud moan himself, his cock pulsing. He pulls out just in time and releases thick ropes all over your stomach. You mewl softly and close your eyes, you were in such complete and utter bliss. He lays down next to you, slight smile playing on his lips. “W-was it good darlin? All I ever want is for you to enjoy yourself,” he says, tussling your hair and looking for approval. 

All you could do was nod, still coming down from your high. He smiles and kisses your forehead, leaving and coming back with a warm washcloth to clean you up. He gently wipes up the mess on your stomach and throws the cloth in the laundry. You loved the way he touched you, always so soft and caring.

“Sorry if I was too rough..” He nervously fidgets, smiling bashfully. “No.. no it was perfect,” you say breathlessly, cuddling up next to him, “we gotta do that again”. He nods excitedly, kissing your cheek. He grabs the laptop, ending off the night with some cartoons. 

“I love you Butters”

“W-well I love you too darlin!” 

a/n 2: again im still new to this and i cannot take criticism lmao. so be nice or ill cry.

[tinrange]

Gelboys Thoughts 1

Zoom classes wow my eye just started twitching.

Blocking on spotify as the first move what 17 yr old was involved in the writing team ctfu.

07s in 10th grade... okay so that places the timeline of show uncomfortably close to my own graduation so this might make me spiral.

This ITSAY mirror moment. Boss Only knows how to make reflective work!

I love making the characters so sticker laden, thats exactly what 2022 felt like and it makes their insecurities starkly apparent when they attempt to cover them with vibrancy.

Google maps mention. So charming to have a show that cares to integrate technology as life.

Actually as springboard thats why i loved the blocking montage from earlier. Nothing is really over until youve released them from your circle and ousted them from your life, and robbing people of the ability to See You online is such a statement of intent even if you end up caving later on in person.

Finding someone on ig using the location tag. Okay this is getting real scurry.

Purposely liking someonee oldest pic to show interest is Nasty FIEND behavior. Run!!!!!!!

The stylization of the chargers just made my eyes well up with tears almost. Its indicative of how gently the production is treating their interior lives, everyones charger is different and vibrant just like their lives and these phones serve as points of contact to each other in more ways than one. Theyre gathered and theyre a Group.

Getting caught eavesdropping and watching through your phone so you pretend to take a photo. #real #beenthere #theyweretakingnotesfromme

Absolutely obsessed over the editing of this show, its as maximalist and overbearing as all feelings are in highschool. Emotions spill out of you at that age and the overbearing nature of them can be as blinding as all that neon and all these fast cuts.

Heard that this was filmed on phone and I love that in some scenes theres a conscious decision to allow it to be Phone Quality.

Chian is such a problem cryingggg

I really love how this show respects that social media is an extension of self for youth, and in doing so how it shows respect to a younger generation. A majority of highschool media now is created by those who had to come of age as technology became accessible without regard to how thats changed. Chian following Fou4mod is framed as a big deal because it is; if its not an exchange of accounts the act of following is never casual. You had to think of the person, find their account, and put yourself in the vulnerable position of being caught thinking of them. Online accounts as a barrier carry a weight thats often dismissed but this story cannot work without allowing this moment to have heft. If a follow is just a follow then situationships (like hes probably about to be in with Chian) cannot work, Chian showed his cards and made Fou4mod feel like he has less to lose because he took such an Important Step. Lesser shows have made fun of that step!

Thats all to say Chian is definitely a problem and he probably needs to get his ass whooped in the near future (^-^;

Chian barely follows anyone... hes true to this life unfortunately. My thoughts are with Fou4mod this is about to be a life altering relationship (Extremely Negative).

The iphone change has been taking me out like highschool really is about being a follower until youve carved an identity.

Watching it put to screen wow social media really did change dating into an intricate ritual bc i audibly groaned when he asked for the air drop... like no u cant be seen caring! Thats bad! We need to save the youth from this reality Every queer person must uninstall hinge now.

CHIAN IS SO SINISTER OMG SAVE FOU4MOD

"I'll let you know" "you can go first" girl i gotta turn this off now im breaking out in hives.

Playlist sharing to flirt... they were watching me edate in HS

I feel strangely emotional after watching that. There is such a dearth of television about the youth of people in mid genz who were in highschool or beginning uni during the pandemic. Every show produced and set in high school recently has been extremely nostalgic, set in a recent past, or almost out of time in a world where social media is not as important and COVID didnt fundamentally change communications and relationships as a whole.

As someone who spent a longer time in highschool than most people do, I dont think I've seen something so insightful since American Vandal. That show understood the slow nature of highschool in the later 2010s, it understood the uncomfortableness that lurks beneath your skin as a teenager and showcased it with that perpetually hazy and lazy filter that the soundcloud rap era felt like.

This show takes the exact opposite approach, COVID made all the teens and kids view technology As Them. A teenager in 2020 and 2021 was their phone because to take that away from them was to cut off any and all outside connection they had, something that was especially true for queer youth who already felt that alienation in their identity. Its lovely to see traces of that put to screen and treated with kindness, and it allows for the aesthetic maximalism to be justified through the sheer desperation they have to Truly Participate in life once again.

Really excited to watch this continue, I think its really funny how instead of ITSAYs longing and self flagellation (which was also extremely late 2010s) gelboys is fast moving and almost refuses to dwindle on their internal worlds so far, these teens just want to be out there doing things. The changed public life for kids directly after the pandemic and before the conservative pendulum swing is such a fun period to explore, I loved this first ep immensely.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

we need more ethan!spiderman au omg

okay so i wasn’t sure if you wanted like a blurb/fic (if you do just send like a prompt or something) but i’ll give headcanons! (a mix of ethan and reader centered hc)

- i’m gonna say the reason ethan had landry instead of bailey for his last name is cause his mom died in childbirth so his dad gave ethan her last name. the last piece of her. (why i made that so sad? idk?)

- the bailey-landry family moved from california to new york two years after the mom’s death. bailey wanted a new start for him and the kids. so that’s where you join this tale. you meet ethan in 7th grade, partners in p.e. for a game.

“they’re gonna pummel you.” a mindless comment when your game partner stood beside you. ethan’s eyes widened and looked down at himself, “what? why?” his voice cracked on why and it added to your comment, “you’re built like a stick. but i’ll protect you.” he fell in love that day.

- so you know that scene in ITSV were miles said “i think i hit puberty” cause of his growth spurt. yeah so i would say ethan was definitely scrawny and probably 5’6 (let’s say he got bit in 10th grade, late bloomer) so the next day after he got bit suddenly he’s 6’2 with abs and muscles

“woah, when the hell did this happen?” his dad asks when ethan joins him and quinn at breakfast. ethan just mumbles, “puberty?” and bailey laughs, “more like steroids” and quinn just quirks her brows chewing her food in silence.

- i’m gonna give him the tobey powers, so his webs shoot from his wrist naturally (i know still gross, but i don’t think he’s super science smart)

imagine he’s just in his room and then sneezed into his elbow and BAM, web on the wall. he’s still and then, “what the fuck?!”

- when you saw ethan at school after the weekend, it’s was like your jaw cartoon dropped to the floor. you almost mistook him for someone else cause your mind is like that’s not your ethan. but then he walked up to you and said your name and you just said, “what the fuck happened over a two day weekend?”

- now i’m gonna say it isn’t until senior year of hs that two things happen. 1. you realize these certain feelings and thoughts about ethan that aren’t going away and you’re not mad about it. 2. you find out he’s spider-man.

1. sitting across from him at the library where the both of you are working on homework. you groan to yourself and rub your face. you look at ethan who has his eyes focused on his work, one earbud playing music while the other dangle from his shirt. his curls look more defined that day and his biceps are tight against the striped polo, it feels like your eyes can’t move away. he looks up from his paper and smiles sweetly before it morphed to concern, “you okay?” voice softer due to the rules. and for some reason your heart stuttered and it was like the air was sucked from your lungs. “yeah,” was all you could say.

2. i feel it would be the cliché finding out your friend is a superhero (think green lantern 2011) spider-man saves you from something, wrong time wrong place. he’s extra gentle with you, a little touchy, asking if your okay if you got hurt in anyway. and he practically sighs when you say your untouched from harm. your eyes catch the few ticks you notice from ethan and you think nothing at first, but when he talks and says certain words, your mind confirms it for you. ethan landry is spider-man. so you go to his house later that day and retell him the events (even though he was there) and hearing him say almost the exact same words made you blurt out, “why didn’t you tell me you’re spider-man?” and ethan freezes and tries to stutter through any answer to throw you off. “so if i look in your closet or draws i won’t find a red and blue webbed costume?” “…no”

- you help ethan with excuses when needed. skipping class? he’s at the dentist. missing a shift at the job you both work at? try and copy his voice over the shitty call. bailey asking where he is at 10:30pm? fell asleep at your place.

- ethan unofficial makes you the guy in the chair (girl in the chair? copilot?) you were really reluctant about it. he’d have you call to the police anonymously to report a tied up bad guy. you’d help stitch his outfit back together when it gets cut (you’d try teaching him and when he’d do something wrong you either grab it from his hands or put yours over his just to ‘flirt’ with him). also wash blood from the outfit (you’d cry silently to yourself in the bathroom while ethan stayed in your room to lay down. you hated when there was too much red mixed with the water. you don’t like seeing him hurt, and if you express this he’d say ‘i’m fine. i have superhealing’ and you resist punching his bicep).

- when the big bads start showing up (sinister six) and ethan was getting tossed like a bag of rice or sand, he would basically crawl to your house and and the both of you do this repetitive routine. then crawl into your bed, blanket tight and thrown over your bodies, you’d cling to each other. tucking yourself into ethan’s chest with your fist tight in his shirt, his chin digging into your head with his arms over your shoulders, his palms rubbing your back.

“ethan?” voice muffled. he hummed, the vibration tickling your cheek. “are you gonna be okay?” sounding like a scared child. his up and down rubbing continued, “of course. i can handle myself.” you knew he was saying it for your sake. “but these people, ethan. their different from street level thugs and muggers. they have powers and high tech.” “and they have weaknesses just like everybody else. spider-man always wins the day.” and then he pressed his lips to your head. and it wasn’t a peck, it was those lingering kisses where the giver is trying to pour ever ounce of love they have for the reciver.

- you have notifications for updates on spider-man. even listening to the news. the news! who watches/listens to the news?

- ethan leaves you random notes through out the day. some with a -el (holy shit my initials?) or sometimes not signed to pretend you have a secret admirer so he could be bold and blatantly compliment you (you know his hand writing, but at least this gives you some hints that he like likes you)

- you guys practically flirt when ethan approaches as spider-man in public. (the mask gives him extra confidence and you have a slight kink for the mask🫢)

- bailey hates spider-man and quinn likes him. so ethan just sits awkwardly whenever they bring up his alter-ego. trying to stay neutral if they look to him for an answer.

- if you go out and drink hard (very rare) ethan is watching your location like a hawk! texting every now and again (not trying to come off as clingy or whatever. just a worried friend) always happy to pick you up and take you home (he gives you piggyback rides and you rest your chin on his shoulder slowly falling asleep)

a/n: honestly would love to do more hc if anyone wants. but also if you do want more spider-man!ethan send a prompt to my inbox!

[ssoulstar]

ON THE COURT— 017: YEWWW🫵

Y/n was always the type to think Logically.

Or at least she would like to think that she’s the type to think logically rather than on a whim. Hyunsuk had always taught her to follow her intuition even though he, himself, was never really like that. She had grown fond of the fact that she was always ready to agree with things she was comfortable with and she was very delighted with the way she would do and not think, even though it got her in trouble most of the time.

So why when a random girl with straight bangs came up to her and Theo, starting to make conversation with the taller; did she feel in distress. Why was she thinking this random women was a threat to her.

It had started out normal enough. Since Theo forgot about the previous events it had felt like a new start, even beginning for Y/n. They had both gotten over the volleyball incident, Theo was being more productive in the Journalism club and Y/n, even if she didn’t think so herself, was one hell of a Volleyball manager. As they had walked through the streets of the university campus Y/n had felt off, like a distant voice was telling her to be itchy with uncomfortableness.

When Theo handed her the frozen desert from the parlor that’s when she realized it. Somebody was watching them. She scanned around quickly, looking for any lingering eyes, any intense glares but nothing had come about “Y/n!” The muffled sound alerts her back, Theos hand waving slightly in front of her face “Are you alright? You seem spacey..” His questions linger through her ears “Yeah, I just—“

“Theo?” That was not Y/n’s voice. It was more higher pitched, almost forcibly made out to earth a tone that would catch the humans hearing. Y/n looks at the fast moving feet “Omg It is you!! Cora, remember?” Her face was shaped like a feline, the full bangs that laid on her forehead were somewhat stiff and the rest of her hair had been straightened, giving her a glamorous look that completed her features perfectly “No way! Cora what are you doing here, I thought you went to a different Uni?” Theo casually announced, going in for a friendly hug “Yeah, but i decided to transfer here this semester because they had a lot more courses centered around my major” Cora giggled.

Y/n was confused, awfully confused. Who was cora? How does she know Theo this well? Is she here to stay? A million thoughts had circled through her head as the ice cream in her hand melts from the warm friction of her palm “Y/n, This is Cora. She was my teams manager back in high school!” Theo explains to the very ditzy Y/n who stood there almost shell shocked “Nice to meet you, I’m Y/n” Her free hand goes out to shake Coras.

“She’s actually our manager, she started a few months ago” Theo explains and Cora lights up at the Idea “That’s so cool! Hope him and Kyo aren’t giving you any trouble” She even knew Keehos nickname. The nickname that was only given to his close friends or personal family members

“You should totally come and watch us practice on wednesday…We’ll if you’re free—“

“Of course I will! Wont want to miss an opportunity to see your growth…” Cora chuckles softly, her hand going out to stretch itself on Theos shoulder. Through her smile her eyes open up, to pierce into Y/n “And to see Y/n’s coaching skills” She laughs it off, pretending it was a harmless joke but Y/N knows better.

She knows the crazed look in the taller girls eyes, the piercing fierce gaze that had shot through her own eyes like arrows on fire

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keb notes: HEYYYYY! did y’all miss me?🤭 if you didn’t then….we aren’t friends igz :(. jkjk but now that i am a free women (graduated from hs) I CAN FINALLY UPDATE REGULARLY EVERYBODY SAY YIPPIEEEE!!!

AND UHHMMM I MIGHTVE EFFED UP ON THE TAGLIST BECAUSE IDK BUT I PROMISE I HAVE IT UNDER CONTROL NOW SORRY☹️

[viasdreams]

had a unitzen interaction the other day,,, almost fought a customer :p i work in fast food and someone came in with a 127 hoodie on & i was all like omg i love nct! who’s ur bias & they said like yuta i think so i was like “my 127 biases are taeyong and jaehyun and my dream bias is jisung” and they gave me the nastiest look when i mentioned dream…. like…. they were like “oh i don’t like the other units, especially since dream is why markhyuck are over worked” almost jumped the counter fr… anyways i charged them for extra sauce and didn’t give it to them :p that’s my silly story

also i went to hs with that person and my hs had a kpop club (🧍🏼‍♀️) and i was kicked out cause i was a stay at the time and they were apart of the leaders soooo

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UGH unitzens are alway SOOOOO annoying

especially mahae stans

WHY NOT LIKE BOTH UNITS??? YOU GET TWICE THE CONTENT WITH YOUR FAVES HELLO??

you can like both units and still acknowledge mahaes shitty working conditions

unitzens think critically challenge IMPOSSIBLE

[azzifuddfanpage]

Okkk I got three prompts angst,fluff, and smut 😀

1.) The UConn team goes out after a win at Teds. Paige and Azzi of course have been flirting and toying around with eachother but don’t have any sort of label..they also refuse to see anyone else. Paige decides to get absolutely hammered tonight for whatever reason. By the end of the night as routine the both end up in Paige’s room, but tonight decide to have a lonnng make out sesh. When Paige wakes up she doesn’t remembering ANYTHING, like at all. So when see she’s Azzi with a fresh hickey on her neck instead of admiring her own work she goes off on Azzi for “getting with someone”. Azzi completely stunned by Paige’s rude words basically walks out without the real explanation. And then ya u can go from there maybe p find out… maybe she doesn’t.

2.)Ok this is when there both in hs. They are at Azzi lake house with her family and decide to go in the lake. This is one of the first times they have hung out outside of basketball. Paige sees Azzi in a bikini for the first time and blushes so hard. “Look Paige already got a sunburn” -Jose says. Something along the lines of that and Azzis brother just clocking Paige lol. So Paige can’t keep her eyes of Az(obviously) and almost faints when Azzi asks her to help with sunscreen/massage

3.)This is around now/ them being in a relationship. The wholes team is kinda sulky and grey after losing USC even thought it’s almost Christmas. They are all just chilling in the dorms, playing video games, chatting, and packing up for the break. Azzi decides to surprise Paige with an earlier Christmas gift. She calls her over and reveals her festive lingerie. Paige is obviously gooning and immediately shuts the door. (go all out with the scene I didn’t have any l ideas 💀)After a while they realize they went a little crazy and are defiantly gonna have to wash themselves up… and the sheets. “Paige why are you cleaning the sheets right before your leaving for home?”- a teammate asks. -😛

OMG YES I WILL GET STARTED ON THESE AFTER I EAT IM SO HYPE THESE ARE AWESOME

[doubledyke]

first eene headcanon that feels niche - i always made rolf from ukraine in my head. rolf is my dad's fave character because he reminded my dad of his extended family on my grandmas side, and her parents came over from ukraine. i didnt even realize what a headcanon was when i was a kid i was just like "my dad likes rolf, hes from the ukraine" lol.

omg you're such a legend for sending me all these asks lol thank you!!

i love that pops is a fan of the show, and specifically rolf. that's very amusing. and i enjoy his headcanon!! i could definitely see him being from a slavic country, i think that's a pretty solid guess. i sometimes imagine him being from sweden cuz his accent kind reminds me of a really goofy exaggerated swedish accent. but then he wore what look to me like lederhosen as a kid so maybe he's swiss..... but he's also not white in my mind so maybe his family lived in one of those countries as a kid but his family is from somewhere else. who knows, that's just me. this calls for our resident rolf expert @mysticbeaver who will surely debunk all of my claims lmao. regardless we love rolfy <3

lmfaooooooo that last bit is fucking hilarious. eddy you fuckin dickhead. i agree big time, but i personally think he'd struggle cuz he just loses his mind tbh. like i think his ocd and gad would get so out of control that he'd have a really hard time doing anything. i haven't decided whether he'd end up checking into a hospital for a while and have to drop out or whether he'd get through by the skin of his teeth and only after having picked up some really unhealthy coping skills (becoming a wino).

however i can see him having decision paralysis like you mentioned and hesitating for a long time, till it's almost too late. he is a guy of many talents and interests so it makes sense that he'd have a hard time choosing what to theoretically spend the rest of his life doing. in the show he mentions wanting to travel the world i think? which struck me as kind of odd but i mean i guess it makes sense given his curious nature and whatnot. even i have trouble deciding what he'd end up doing. i like the doctor/surgeon idea, i like the idea of him being a teacher (specifically a hs choral director hehe), i like him as an engineer/inventor, i like him as a psychiatrist, i like him as a professional musician. perhaps he dabbles in a bit of all of it lol. i do think he'd be in college well into his 30s, so he'd have time to get multiple degrees. i think? idk i have no clue how college works.

omg this is so funny cuz it's totally different than how i imagine adult eddy, but i think i can see it. he is a big music guy, and no doubt he views himself as "sexy AND chubby" lmao.

that said, in the scenario that edd goes the teaching route, it's totally in character for eddy's scammin ass to pretend to be him just to make rent. down to the insulting voice impersonation over the phone. he ends up warping those poor children but they love him cuz he's fun. unfortunately he ends up in prison for a minimum of one year and is ordered to pay a hefty fine :/ the more i think about it the funnier it gets.

valid take. i see marie as a lesbo BUT the blue hair does give alt bi girl vibes. she'd be so fucking mean to any guy she dates. to the point that people are like "....dude do you even like men" and she begrudgingly says yes. i feel like im describing a lesbian in the throes of comphet lmao my bad.

thank you again dude, your takes are great and i appreciate you sharing them with me and giving me an excuse to yap endlessly <3

[couriers-mile]

I know I've said this before but krizzy is so gorgeous omg, shat an icon of a man

Thank you I'm obsessed with him rn. He's been with me a really long time and is one of those OCs who goes through iterations that are almost unrecognizable to each other, I was reflecting to some friends that when I was drawing him as like a freshman in HS he was a skinny green-haired femboy gothic lolita with cat ears and a tail LMAO

And like there is nothing wrong with that design concept but it's funny to me that after revisiting his design every several years he's morphed into probably the furthest possible direction he could have gone from that starting point - first he got more masc and more grunge and then heavier and hairier and more punk and I've fallen in love with him all over with this new design.

Like YES there he is, there's my man, I'm not the kid I was when we met and neither is he. he's becoming his truest self and he's sexier than he's EVER been

[panicatthecourtx]

This is silly but can I ask for 18 but x2 just to hear more headcanons ;v; Also 14 and 19 I wanna knowww

Ill always spew to u bbq (ignore me idk it's 3am). I also just spew anyway so ty for this chance <3. Under the cut because holy shit i spewed

14. Least favorite special?

Hmmm, I mean i don't dislike ANY. But just in terms of plot and like 'omg I'd rewatch that', probably Into the Panderverse?? It wasn't even bad per se, but the plot itself just isn't one I vibed with majorly? It's also like- the least memorable because even with my horrible memory, and KNOWING I watched it, I recall very little 😭😭. Sorry to anyone who likes it, just definitely not one of my faves for specials!

18. Favorite character and headcanons x2!

Well, if I don't make it obvious enough /j, my favorite character is Tweek!

HC 1- I actually touched on this a little bit in my Steek fic. When Tweek was first introduced, like very clearly, he was supposed to be the weird twitchy freak of a kid(im certain M&T didn't expect him to become popular). But, like in Gnomes, straight off M4/Stan refer to him as a freak/spaz (I can't recall exact wording rn). This occurs other times and even his own dad refers to him as a spaz- going as far as when he's outed to be gay he's like "wow! And I thought he was just a spaz" (killing that dumb bitch with my mind).

SO. Given this, in combination with my Tweek gets off meth HC, I really believe Tweek probably severely struggles with self-worth and self-loathing issues. He also I feel is extremely uncomfortable in all relationships(im gonna touch on this in HC2). I feel like he's always monitoring himself to see if he's being too weird- if he's coming off like a spaz, if he's doing something wrong. I also feel like he is viewed as unwanted/outcast because he's typically utilized as an after thought. Like the amount of episodes the boys and I mean ALL boys are viewed playing together, and Tweek is nowhere to be seen is either due to child labor or he wasn't included. If he wasn't included, I'm sure this cuts deep- this includes sleepovers. It's not until he dates Craig where he's included almost every time ie- he's only included due to Craig. This just feeds into his self-esteem issues I feel, so he overcompensates and talks a lot and tries to be funny or quirky but NOT weird. He has an inner need/want to feel included and liked especially in HS, and just overall I think doubts himself OFTEN(but he keeps ot locked down and bottled up).

HC2- As noted above! I feel like Tweek struggles in relationships and this includes Craig. (I've been thinking of this one as of late.) We all know it's fairly apparent he doesn't really use pet names with Craig. Literally the closest thing to a petname he's used is 'tiger' in TFBW. While Craig regularly calls him honey/babe/etc and doesn't seem to really struggle much with the whole dating ordeal. I don't really think this is solely because Craig may be Tweek's first partner. I feel like he's dealing with emotionally/mentally neglectful parents and to him, his most common status of living is most likely alone. He's seen alone often in the back of Tweak Bros, he's not seen outside of his room outside of dinner at home, and as I said, he's not shown playing with the other kids a lot. Given this, I think Tweek legitimately is more used to being alone and having parents like that, he's never actually SEEN a good/stable relationship. So petnames and most likely other versions of more moderate to heavy PDA are extremely uncomfortable for him. I feel like he would sometimes, like when they're older- kiss Craig etc. I think this bubbles over into normal friendships too, and he just struggles to feel a genuine connection, and constantly feels like people don't want him around/he should be alone.

19. A character you'd remove from the show indefinitely?

If Randy/Towelie count as one due to the Tegridy Farms BS, definitely them. I wish they'd leave like no lie. Please FUCKING vanish so the show goes back to the kids and not your weed farm 😭😭

[veludo-rae]

ESTUARY/MLE ACCENT?! omggg woaewww!!! this whole time ive j been imagining you as [i really hope this doesnt come off mean omg] like...kid in the grade below me[<-east coast american] in hs whom i look at and reflexively go 'oh thats my little brother now.' like wholeass started following u *when* i was in hs, now im in UNI and i still get the vibe reflex of 'oh theres the lil bro on my tumbly :)!! hi duddee!! dont be late to class, our free period is almost over!!' in my head.....

THATS LOWK SO SWEET THO BRO 😭😭😭 shockingly I’m actually a Londoner and an older brother 🤯🤯 I never had a older sibling tho so I def don’t mind being the lil bro and also I love east coast accents so :33 ALSO YAYAY IM IN UNI NOW TOO SOWE’RE TWINSIES!! im also def the person who needs to be reminded not to be late as well so it’s somehow still a pretty accurate read on me lmao

[avonne-writes]

omg for the prompts i love "— “of course i remembered. it’s important to you, so now it’s important to me too.”" and and "— “can i hold your hand? is that weird to ask?”" and and omg "— “i can’t believe you didn’t know i liked you, i thought it couldn’t have been any more obvious.”" for the hs au pleaseeeeee

I posted the hand holding prompt a few days ago, so I'll exclude it here. The other two I'm going to combine with today's Daily Dose of Austin Butler prompt (this will only be at the end of the drabble).

The boys are 15 here, and this is right after they make up following their first serious fight. (Sorry for any typos, I'm very tired.)

TW for brief mention of child abuse

2. Selfie

"I can’t believe you didn’t know I liked you." Gale smiles softly at the small glow-in-the-dark stars that decorate the ceiling of Bucky's bedroom. They're the only source of light in the cozy night as he and Bucky lie there in Bucky's bed side by side. When Gale shifts, Bucky's hand tightens around his where they rest on Gale’s chest. "I thought it couldn’t have been any more obvious."

Bucky's chuckle is so close to Gale's ear that he feels a hot flush run down his neck. "I thought you were just shy."

"I'm not that shy!"

"If you say so, baby." Bucky laughs and hugs him, giddy and warm as usual.

Gale hugs him back and closes his eyes against the sudden pang of pain in his heart when he realizes how much he missed this. Being called baby. Being hugged.

Two months of dating and this is the first time that he’s staying the night. It feels like a dream, especially considering the past few days, when everything seemed to be falling apart because he lied about all the shit he has to put up with at home. Those stupid lies! Why couldn’t he just say, my father is an alcoholic and my mom doesn’t give a fuck?

Instead, he led Bucky to feel like Gale didn’t really like him after all. He confused him. Messed up the first relationship he has ever had. Bucky broke up with him, and Gale cried and cried and threw out all of his dad's booze just to get the slap he felt he deserved. It was... He doesn’t want to think about it. What matters is that his Bucky came back to him, they talked for, like, four hours non-stop, and everything is all right now. For the first time in a week, Gale feels the sweet draw of a peaceful sleep.

When Bucky kisses his cheek, he opens his eyes to look at the plastic stars again.

A few weeks ago, when Bucky had a cold and he came over to cuddle him for a few hours, Bucky told him that he had put those stars up with his dad not long before his parents divorced, but they didn’t finish the whole ceiling. His dad left and had almost no contact whatsoever with Bucky since. All that remains is the longing, an old sheepskin jacket and the stars on the ceiling. Although Gale wouldn’t mind if his own dad wasn’t around, he tries to sympathize. It’s not like he can ever understand, of course, but... well, he tries to do things for Bucky that he would like himself.

"Oh." He covers his face with a hand when he remembers what he has been carrying in his backpack since before their fight. "I forgot to give you your present!"

"Huh?" Bucky pushes himself up, confused, then laughs along with Gale as Gale fumbles to find the light switch. When the bedside lamp finally turns on, they squint at each other blearily in its glow.

A bit self-conscious in his checkered long-sleeved pjs, Gale climbs off the bed and pads over to his schoolbag, where he hopes his gift survived the past few days. He roots around a bit before he emerges triumphant with the small bag wrapped in a Marvel comic page because Bucky's obsessed with those.

Bucky beams in joy at the sight. "Why do I get a gift?" He asks after he takes it from Gale and starts picking at the wrapping.

Gale plops down next to him and tucks his growing hair behind his ear. "For our two-month anniversary." He says, grinning when Bucky gives him a smirk for using that term.

When his gaze drops back to the package, Bucky’s smile fades. "I, uh, got you some chocolate." He gives Gale an apologetic look. "But after - you know. I ate it."

For a moment, Gale stares into Bucky’s sad puppy eyes, then his lips wobble and he bursts into a laugh. "Oh my God."

"I'll buy you something tomorrow!"

Still giggling, Gale lets himself list to the side until his arm bumps into Bucky’s. "It’s okay. I'm not mad."

"Now I feel guilty though." Bucky pouts, but he throws an arm around Gale's shoulders as the contents of his gift finally spill over his lap.

Glow-in-the-dark stars and adhesive.

What Gale expects is a grin and a kiss, and Bucky rambling on about how he finally has enough stars to fill in the gaps on his ceiling, maybe an invitation to do it together, but there’s only silence at first. It’s unusual enough that he starts to worry. Was it a bad idea? Did he do something wrong? He chews at his bottom lip, but tries to find reassurance in the fact that Bucky hasn't pulled his arm back.

"You remembered." Bucky says quietly.

"Of course I remembered." Gale says, surprised that Bucky didn't think that was evident. "It’s important to you. So now it’s important to me too."

A part of Gale worries that he’s being too emotional, too sentimental. Maybe it's too much after only two months? He tried to research anniversary presents but there was no clear answer on the internet. It’s not like he can do much anyway, he barely gets any money from his mom.

The longer the silence stretches on, the more anxious Gale feels, but then, Bucky finally looks up at him, and the raw emotion in his eyes is enough to tell him that it wasn’t a mistake after all.

"Thank you." Bucky says quietly, then tangles his fingers in Gale's hair and gives him a lingering kiss that makes Gale's heartbeat race in joy. When he pulls back, he drops his face to Gale's neck, wraps his arms around him and starts giggling.

"What?" Gale smiles, stroking Bucky’s back.

After a few seconds, Bucky pulls back and kisses him again. "I was going to ask you if -" He bites his lip, uncharacteristically shaky with his words from some strange mix of joy and nerves that puzzles Gale. "- if you'd help me take them off."

Gale stops functioning for a moment. "You want to take them off?"

Bucky cracks a breathy laugh. "Yeah. I thought about it a few weeks ago. I thought we could - it could be a date, I mean - it's dumb but I feel like I don't need them anymore." He looks away, then back at Gale again. "Because I have you."

"Oh." Gale looks at his hands in his lap, trying to process it.

Bucky, who refused to let even his mom touch those stars, is now ready to take them off with Gale's help because of Gale. It doesn't even matter that this makes Gale's present pointless - the warmth of love fills Gale from head to toe. It kind of sounds like as if he was important to Bucky. More important than a memory from the father who left him. After two months. Gale doesn’t really know what this means, but... He likes it. Feeling like he matters is the most amazing thing he has ever experienced.

Slowly, a smile spreads over his face until he’s grinning at Bucky. He gives Bucky's shoulder a light shove. "You’re the least romantic boyfriend ever."

"Shut up, I can be romantic." Bucky laughs and tackles him back on the mattress. "I'm so romantic, you won’t even know what hit you."

"Your bony elbow?"

Bucky snorts, and they wrestle and banter until Gale’s out of breath from laughing and he’s sure his hair stands up in cowlicks. That’s when Bucky throws himself down next to him with his phone in his hand.

"Let’s take a selfie."

"Now?" Frowning, Gale holds up a hand to cover his face. He’s a mess in ugly pjs, and he's pretty sure he has a red spot on his chin too. Utterly unflattering. "No, come on."

"Gaaale." Bucky pleads, turning to his side to cling to Gale. "I'm bored of my wallpaper."

"Just download something."

"I'm bored of that too." Bucky whines. "Please, we don’t take enough selfies. I want to remember this day."

Gale peeks out between his fingers only to see his half-hidden face and tangled hair on the screen of the phone Bucky holds up above them. Grinning, Bucky snaps the photo, then chortles when Gale groans, closes his eyes and drops his hands in defeat.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

When Gale looks up again and sighs, Bucky turns his head, and they meet each other's eyes. Happiness passes between them like a wave of warmth. With an indulgent smile, Gale leans forward and presses his lips to Bucky's.

Snap.

That last selfie ends up being Bucky's wallpaper for months to come until he breaks his phone playing soccer with Curt.