#I closed Netflix so fast lmao

[elvhendis]

Confession time I never finished the Shadow and Bone show because I googled who Alina ends up with and it wasn't the tortured darkness void boi

[defmaybe]

What would this kkura do to you?

The silk proving to be a thin and yet effective barrier, keeping you on the edge craving for her touch

Up close all in your personal space, the scent of her body lotion is mesmerizing. That tummy, those shoulder ,all within your reach but you're not allowed to touch or sometimes even look at them.

Her foot teasing your inner thighs, just to see your erection bulge uncontrollably

And that outline certainly isn't helping...

She's going to give you a reward in the end right? Riiiight??

I'm one lustful individual, Frisky, here's a quickie lmao

Midnight Blues

LE SSERAFIM's Miyawaki Sakura x Male Reader

1k words

It’s mostly your moans, really, as Sakura grins under the soft light from your television playing some fuckass Netflix rom-com, eyes focused on your torture. You can’t quite pinpoint where it started, but it’s like you’d care with her feet rubbing on your clothed thighs, anyway.

She hasn’t taken her shower yet, still in the midnight blue leather dress she wore for her stage today. White streaks of light are painted on it, and sweat can still be seen on her face. The smell of her rosy lotion and exhaustion permeate the room.

You shift on the couch, letting out a frustrated groan, “S–Sakura, please.”

“No, baby, I have a title. Say it and I’ll do it.”

Her soles contacting the clothed your sensitive area are trying to pull the words back inside your needy, slutty throat. “M–Mis–,” is what you can choke out.

“Mis–what, baby boy?” She asks in a sultry voice, the edge of her toes grazing your sacks, giving some expectations of what’s coming.

“Mistress.”

She lunges at your pajamas’ waistband, pulling it off to reveal your raging erection in a swift motion.

“Hard already?” Sakura chuckles, before sinking back onto the leather couch. It cries as it rubs against her suit.

“Y–Yes, mistress–ngh!” She grabs your cock with her bare soles. She strokes you while being careful of her long nails.

The room is filled with your slutty moans under the ministration Sakura is giving you. It has always been her expertise, really. There was a high-speed incident where it left you with your semen on the dashboard—to which she tastefully cleaned it up. Or the other time in the first class, where you had to suppress your moans to avoid waking up the other fellow passengers. Good thing she had her mouth on your cock by the time it spills your essence.

“M–Mistress, you’re s–so good at this,” you whine, hands gripping the poor fabric of your sofa.

“Thank you, baby,” she responds with a giggle, biting her finger while doing so. Fuck, if the footjob isn’t so damn good, you’d have leap onto her right now. 

She ups the ante, rubbing your erection even quicker. And you can only moan out her name, “Mistress S–Sakura~,” as her heavenly dexterity continues to send electricity through you.

Again, she giggles at your pleasure. Her grip remains soft but tight on your length, at a moderato tempo. “Want me to go even faster, baby boy?”

“Y–Yes, mistress,” you reply in a haste.

She complies with your plea by speeding up her feet on your cock. Each stroke remains careful, yet so unrelenting at making you cum just for her, spreading your seed everywhere (but mostly, she prefers it inside her warm, welcoming mouth; she says that she loves your taste.)

“S–Sakura,” you say, trying to deliver something.

“Hey, my title, baby, remember?” Her voice laces with playful aggression, lower than it should be.

“No, I–I’m just gonna say t–that I love you, babe.” 

And Sakura beams at your words.

“Aww, that’s so sweet baby, I love you too. Still,—” she moves in her seat just a little, trying to accommodate the pace she’s giving on your digit. “—you’ll have to cum for me, so let’s do this, alright, baby?”

You gaze back at her busy feet, seeing her rubbing your cock like that just sends shivers through you, doesn’t it? “Y–Yes, Sakura.”

The tempo is fast; it’s enough to make a sound louder than whatever the characters in your television are moaning right now. You can feel your impending climax from afar. It’s there, it’s there.

Sakura is probably feeling your orgasm coming with the tensed thighs, “Gonna cum, baby?”

“I–I think I–I’m close, mistress.”

“Wanna see more of me before you’re there, baby? Consider this a small gift,” she asks, hands seeming to toy with the zipper at the back. “Well, it’s not small, really.”

You let out a small laugh with the moan as you sheepishly nod at her proposal.

“Alright, baby.” She then unzips her leather top, still putting an effort into rubbing your raging cock. She slowly peels it off, revealing more bare, porcelain skin of hers at each second—neck, collarbones, cleavage. And then there’s the main course—her supple chest that you’ve always loved. Fuck, she even wears nothing underneath her sheer top. They look so smooth, so mouthwatering. Her brown, salivating nipples sitting atop of them is the best part of it, really.

And as it comes undone, she tosses the garment away, giving you the view of her bouncing, delicate breasts at each stroke.

“M–Mistress,” you involuntarily utter.

“Well, I don’t mind you staring, baby.” She laughs.

And with a few more strokes, you can feel it—the impending climax. It builds up inside your lower stomach. It seeps within your body like a plague—one that you’d let it destroy you.

“I’m gonna cum, mistress,” you mutter.

She smiles, before lifting off her seat, sinking to her knees in front of you. And within a whim, she easily swallows your cock, eyes focused on the target. You can do fucking nothing but moan.

“Yes, baby, moan for me,” Sakura says with your length being inside her cavern. “Cum for me.”

It’s almost there. Your thighs tense up, your grip on the couch has never been tighter, so is the tightness of her mouth. Her cheeks are hollowing just for you, creating such empyrean suction none can compare. She bobs her head up and down to push you to it—the orgasm you’ve always wanted.

“S–Sakura,” you utter, before giving in to your orgasm.

You spill loads and loads inside her wanting mouth as her eyes roll upwards to meet yours—so lost in the throes of pleasure. Your hips rock at each spurt, making your flesh hitting the depths inside her cavern. She silently yelps at each hit, jaws locked by your slutty cock.

It slowly dissipates, and you’re panting along with the descent. She laughs with your cock still stuffed within her mouth, before slowly, agonizingly, pulling herself out of it. You groan at the drag.

“Hmm, tastes good as always, baby.” She pulls her tongue out—all clean, unstained. She fucking swallowed it all.

“I always taste good, babe.”

Sakura stands up, smiling. “Wanna cuddle?”

“Definitely… maybe, after round two.”

[fbfh]

busy busy busy (but never too busy for you) - dad!tony + stark!reader

wc: 1.5k

pairing: dad!tony + (gn) stark!reader

genre: minor hurt/mostly comfort

warnings: needing to spend time with your parent, crying, emotional comfort, if you have daddy issues this one's gonna hurt lol

summary: after traveling with your dad on business, you find yourself missing spending time with him. Tony can't have that, of course.

song rec: walking the wire - imagine dragons

a/n: first fic finished post top surgery!!!!!!! the next few weeks posts will probs be shorter until I finish chapter 1 of the next multichapter fic lol. Also if I didn't say it recently I love you guys, thank you so much for all your love and support <333 PS if you need more personalized dad!tony.... character.ai works well for that lmao

tags @afidiofobia @lizziebitch33 @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl  @dustyinkpages  @inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 @liberty-barnes @followingthefanfiction @youkissedareaderinthedark @girlfriendwhoseawitch @mrscarolscaramoucheplease

You climb into the car, settling into the plush leather seat as Happy closes the door next to you. You set down your bag and try to get your seatbelt buckled while your dad sits next to you, wrapping up a phone call. 

“No, no. I don’t care. I said-” He stops, listening to someone on the other end for a moment. He’s clearly annoyed. He’s had to deal with people simultaneously trying to kiss his ass and tell him what to do all week, and you can tell he’s getting tired of it. 

“Throw as many conferences as you want, they’ll all be Stark-less. Throw a whole party, while you’re at it- you know what? No, don’t do that. I might actually show up to that.” He mutters the last part, something that would normally make you laugh. He glances over at you, but you’re still fussing with your seatbelt. 

“Alright, how about this. I’ll refer you to Stark Industries CEO, Pepper Potts.” The person on the other end is already objecting, but your dad couldn’t care less at this point. He’s said what he needed to say, and this idiot doesn’t want to listen. He continues to wrap up this disastrous phone call as the car pulls into the street, and starts driving you to the airport. 

“She’ll help you get this sorted out.” 

He hangs up without saying goodbye, then looks over at you. As soon as he does, he knows something’s wrong. You’re not yourself. You’re staring at the bottom of the seat in front of you instead of out the window, or going on your phone. Usually you can’t wait for him to finish business calls, sometimes texting him in the middle of them - texts he’s always happy to receive. You’ve rescued him from pointless conference calls with those texts more times than he can count. You always have something to tell him or update him on, whether that be the latest social media drama, friend group drama, the show you’re watching on Netflix, or even Avengers memes you find online. You always have something delightful you’re excited to share with him without even having to try, and it lights up his day each time. Except now, with you staring into space. 

He hands you the coffee he got you, taking his out of the cardboard holder that had been resting on his lap until now. You look over briefly, accepting the drink. 

“Thanks,” you say lightly, but there’s something in your tone that tips him off. 

“You okay, kid?”

You pause sipping your drink, wondering how he figured you out so fast. He’s your dad, you suppose. That’s kind of his job. You thought you’d been doing an okay job at masking the hollow sadness that’s been eroding you from the inside out all weekend. It doesn’t happen too often, and you tried everything you could to distract yourself until it stopped working. Until now. 

“Is it school? Boys? Girls?” He asks when you don’t answer right away. There’s a note of humor to his voice, but there’s also a sincerity, and you know that even if it was school or boys or girls that he would help you through it. “C’mon, you gotta keep your old man up to date on all the tea. The hot goss.”  

You let out a weepy chuckle, tracing the lid of your drink. He’s always the first to know when your Starbucks order changes, and he always knows exactly the perfect drink to get you without even having to ask. It’s a little thing, but it makes you feel even worse. You’ve spent the whole weekend trying to ignore how much you’ve been missing your dad, missing spending one on one time with him that’s not in between meetings or over a late dinner. He works so hard, and he has so much on his plate, but he always makes time for you. 

That’s why he started taking you along on business trips like this, because you both hated being away from each other. Usually it’s fine, usually you’re off exploring whatever city you’re in, going shopping, or generally finding somewhat entertaining ways to pass the time that you can tell him about next time you catch up. It’s usually really fun, too. It’s just when it gets busy like this, you think, when he has all these meetings and you have all your stuff that you’re juggling that you start to get like this. 

“No, no,” you say softly, rubbing the bottom of your eyes when they start to get misty. “Nothing like that…” 

Tony listens intently in the silence that follows, waiting to see if you have more to share with him. The smell of his cologne is paternal and comforting, a familiar reassurance that floats around him and feels like a hug.

“I just miss you, I guess…” you start, speaking your mind before you can even think. Your dad has that effect on you, it’s so easy to share how you feel and what you’re excited for or worried about that it feels automatic sometimes, like it’s impossible not to. Tony feels his heart break as he realizes what a toll all the recent traveling has taken on you, both of you. He pulls you in for a tight hug. You feel the tears you’ve been fighting start to spill, Tony rubs your back reassuringly and it finally feels safe enough to. 

He tries not to dwell on the fact that you got to feel like this in the first place, tries not to let that voice tell him he should have noticed how you felt sooner, that he’s a terrible dad, because he knows inside that he’s not. He’s not his father, and he sure as hell won’t make those mistakes. He could let himself worry about how he’s doing with you, let it keep him up at night - hell, it still does some nights, even when he doesn’t want it to. It’s been that way with you since he became your dad. Instead of worrying about that, he does what he does best. He takes action. 

“You are such a sweet kid.” He states, pressing a kiss on your forehead when you pull away. He brushes away the tears spilling down your cheeks. “Unfortunately, sometimes being a genius-billionaire-superhero-superdad requires some meetings and boring stuff. But don’t think I forgot about the most important part of that.” 

The dad part. He doesn’t even have to say it, you both know that’s where he’s going with this. You nod along, sighing as your breathing starts to slow back down. 

“But you’re right. It has gotten to be too much lately.” 

He reaches into the small mini fridge sitting between the driver’s and passenger seats, crisply cold and stocked with both your favorite drinks. He grabs a water bottle, opening it and handing it to you. 

“How about this? We’ll spend the whole plane ride back watching movies together - or that show you were telling me about, the one with- god, what’s his name…” He tries to remember the name of that actor you’ve been talking about the last few days, and you chuckle, supplying the answer. He snaps his fingers in recognition, repeating it back to you.

“Yes. That’s the one. We’ll watch all those movies, and you brainstorm what we’re going to do this weekend. Dream big, kid. I’ll have Pepper help you organize the whole thing.” 

Your eyes widen in excitement, and you hug him tightly again. 

“Thanks, dad.” You smile. You really are both long overdue for some quality time together, and Tony knows if he has to attend one more meeting, he’s going to lose his mind. The cave he built his first arc reactor in was more interesting than some of the people he’s spoken to recently. 

“I love you, kid.” 

He looks at you fondly for a moment, basking in pride at what a wonderful, amazing person you’ve become. It’s not time for him to get all sappy on you with the dad stuff, not quite yet, so before he can, he grabs a fluffy throw blanket and spreads it across you. 

“Now, we’ve got a big weekend ahead of us, so get some shut eye. I’ll wake you when we get to the airport.” 

Right before you start to doze off, you hear him on the phone with Pepper, filling her in on the plan. 

“Alright, so they’ve got about 25 more minutes of Stark business time, then I’m off the grid till monday.” Pepper says something about how they’re not going to like that, and Tony laughs, glancing over at you sleeping peacefully. “They don’t have to.” 

[half-dead-writer]

I'm yet to watch Scott Pilgrim but I'm having an obsession on Matthew just by watching the scenes that feature him, god I'm pathetic aha It's kinda bad in some places, I lost patience writing it stoned lmao

Just In Time (NSFW)

Matthew almost catches you doing sinful things in your room, you won't believe what happens next! aka your boyfriend doesn't shame you for being horny, talks it out, gets horny himself.

character: Matthew Patel (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off) words: almost 4k reader: gender neutral (no description of bits) warnings: it's a smut guys

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

Washing all of your dirty dishes in the sink left you exhausted. You lazily threw yourself on the bed, taking out your phone. The digital clock shown 4:50 PM. Ten minutes until your boyfriend arrives at your house. You two planned to have a movie night today.

You've been dating for a week and a half now, slowly testing the waters with your relationship. In the first days, you and him were a bit shy, unsure what amount of affection is proper. From the brief info you had, you knew his ex girlfriend broke up with him pretty quickly. You could see it left a pretty negative impression, which made him anxious about doing something wrong, and you didn't really blame him. You had no previous partners, but you could imagine how it felt. Even though you knew him for such a short time, he seemed like a pretty sweet, loving guy, so you felt extra special when you two got to the point of being comfortable in each other's houses.

At first, Matthew insisted on taking you on fancy dates, being extra romantic and trying too hard to impress you. You appreciated his effort and charming antics, but felt like you weren't on equal grounds. You wanted to get to know him on a sincere, casual level. So when you convinced him that just watching some movies in a cozy setting would be enough for a date, you felt like you were a step further to being closer.

Your eyes were fixated on the ceiling, mind occupied with the excitement for the upcoming activity. The time started to drag, making a passing of just one minute incredibly long. Boredom forced your thoughts to wander in places you rarely visited ever since you started dating and a familiar warmth forming in your lower abdomen hit you at the worst moment possible.

You were fine with the slow tempo you had established - cuddling was the furthest you two went in terms of physical affection. Except for the one kiss you two shared (right after Matthew asked you out) and some quick pecks on the cheeks, you and him rarely kissed.

You didn't even notice how tense you were these past days. It wasn't a problem when you had the time to do your business in peace, but for the past week, all you've been focused on was mostly Matthew. Normally, you would have likely ignored it and dealt with it after the event, but you didn't want to risk dirty thoughts seeping into your mind when spending time with him. It was a literal Netflix and Chill situation, and you weren't about to ruin it by being weird. You didn't want to overwhelm him, there would be a time for that later.

Your sight fell on the phone again, reading the numbers - 4:54. Six minutes left for the 5 PM to arrive. The heartbeat in your chest quickened as your mind was starting to slowly warm up to the risky idea. The more you hesitated, the less time you had for your break, which created even more pressure to the current conundrum.

A defeated sigh left your lips as you shamefully watched your hand disappear under the waistband of your underwear. Closing your eyes, you tried to mute everything around you, focusing purely on the action. Understanding the dangers of not being urgent enough made your body work in an unexplainably fast manner.

An imagined picture of Matthew catching you in the act invaded your head, making you even more on edge. You didn't actually want it to happen in real life, but a snippet of how it could play out in the future had you in it's grasp.

The sinful thought made your breath quicken, the world was slowly turning into a blur. The pleasant wave began to take course through your muscles. Your bliss didn't last long, though. In a split second, you realized you heard a noise of the doorknob turning, along with a familiar voice.

"Y/N, I arrived!" He announced, slowly entering your room. You didn't have time to dwell on the irony of his sentence, quickly vanishing your hand from your pants.

"Matthew!" The words spilled out of your mouth in a hurry and you wished you had the reflex to stop them. The off tone caught him by a surprise, forcing him to take a better look at you. His eyes noted your slightly disheveled appearance.

You let out a forced chuckle, careful not to sound too out of breath, "You're here!" You readjusted yourself on the bed a bit more appropriately, keeping your legs shut.

"Wow, hey," he said, his eyes resembling those of a deer flashed by streetlight for a moment, "-you missed me?" His question was purely of the innocent nature, making you feel even guiltier.

"Obviously- we were supposed to watch that show, remember?" You tried your best to not sound as if you were about to get shot, the anxiety bubbling in you.

His look from across the room was a bit concerned, unsure if the mood in the air he read was correct. Not wanting the situation to be awkward, his face softened into an unsure yet affectionate smile, hoping to make the atmosphere less tense.

"Uh, I didn't mean to just barge into your house, but I knocked and didn't hear you coming, your door was open so I-" He tried to explain, but all you were busy focusing on your screw-up.

You forgot that you did, in fact, open the doors once you were done cleaning the dishes. Your mind was strictly occupied by him coming home, so you thought your small break to chill on your bed would be short, and in no time, you'd be greeting him on the other side.

"No, no, it's fine," you rambled, the dry feeling on your mouth distracting you slightly, "I should have paid more attention and actually greet you by the door-"

"I just, uh, wanted to put it out there, that," his words started to fumble, "whatever you do in the privacy of your room, is, none of my business-" He tried to gently reassure with intentions of not shaming you, even if he wasn't sure if you'd take it the right way.

"Noo- I made things awkward-" You whined in a self-deprecating tone, you were not prepared to handle this.

"What! No, you didn't!" He shot up, the rush to chase away your worries made him raise his voice a little. You flinched, which made him realize how he came off.

"I- I mean," he stopped, "it's not a big deal, don't worry-"

"I just don't wanna make you uncomfortable," you lightly bit your lip.

"There's nothing that you need to feel awkward about!" His hands flailed around, trying to emphasize his point, "we're both- adults."

You showed him a tired half-smile. Even though the tense atmosphere was cutting into the you both, Matthew still tried to reassure you in his own way. You felt a bit better.

"We didn't really discuss any- stuff of this kind together, and I didn't know if it'd be a comfortable topic for us yet-" you continued, feeling put on the spot. Even though Matthew gave you a way out of this topic, you just had to dig yourself a bigger hole.

His sight jumped around the room, making sure to not meet with your eyes. You felt the mattress sink under his weight as he sat on the bed next to you, trying to hide half of his flustered expression in his bangs.

"I'm not against the idea, if you aren't." 

It took you a moment before you responded, "I'm not ... I mean- we could discuss it now, if you feel like it."

"Okay-" he stretched his arms forward, promptly resting his elbows on his knees, a spot on the floor seeming more comfortable to stare at for the moment.

The short silence made Matthew speak up again, "so-" he bit his lip, already knowing his further words will embarrass him.

"Were you thinking about me?"

"Matthew!" His surprising bluntness made you raise your voice, gaining a guilty and anxious grin from the man. It was his turn to feel like he crossed a line.

"Sorry, I just-" he tried to back out from his words, his hands raised in an apologetic manner, "I- I was curious!"

You couldn't contain the chuckle wanting to escape your lips. The ridiculousness of the situation finally got to you. He wanted to see it as a good sign, but he was still a bit on edge from his outrageous question.

"I- I was," you meekly answered, feeling exposed. Not like anything would come out of you keeping it a secret. He was your boyfriend, he asked, it seemed fair enough. That response, however, made him straighten up immediately, and you could swear you heard an almost inaudible, sharp intake of air, as if he was about to choke on his own breath. 

"I- alright," he huffed out, blank stare visible on his face. The answer and it's implications sinked in, the cogs turning in his mind were pretty visible. His worries about you leaving him have been suddenly put on pause. You thought about him in that way?

Seeing how affected he was by your confession made you a bit more confident. He timidly opened up his mouth again, "Can…"

"Can I ask," he prolonged his sentence, "what were you thinking about?"

Again, it was your turn to be coy. But, from the reactions he gave you, you concluded it wasn't as awkward of an experience as as you originally thought it would be. I mean, it was still awkward, but not as bad. Matthew was just flustered, and so were you, but the vibe in the room wasn't purely negative.

"I was thinking…" you tried to put down your words in an eloquent manner, fighting the urge to cringe at what you're about to say, "how soon you're gonna be here."

Matthew only briefly glanced at you, his usual, theatrical reactions stopped due to intense focus on your words.

"How I must hurry up, otherwise you're gonna know something's up. And, well, you did," you quietly muttered out, forcing a crooked smile. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole, but the reactions to your admissions were pushing you to keep going.

"And… how did you think it was gonna go?" he dared to ask.

"Well, um… I hoped you wouldn't get mad, or worse, disgusted-" you stated your worries, it felt a bit relieving to finally get it out of your chest, even if it was a pretty vulnerable experience.

"No, no-" he was quick to say, "I'm not disgusted at all!"

"I think-" he hesitated, "I think it's even, kinda, hot, he finally sputtered out.

You couldn't help yourself as laughter busted right out you, catching Matthew by surprise.

"What?" he shot up, now feeling like he surely said something embarrassing.

The affection reflected in your eyes as the corners of your lips went up. You pressed a light kiss on his lips which he reciprocated, but was fairly surprised.

"What was that for-?" he asked, unsurely looking into your eyes, yet without an intention to complain.

"You're too adorable," you said, gaining another pathetic sound from the man.

You stared at him for a while, just basking in the unexpected joy your boyfriend gave you. You were fully prepared for the evening to turn sour, and now you were both openly discussing pretty intimate matters. Well, as openly as you two were able to get at this early stage of your relationship.

"How did I find such a good boyfriend?" Your words were coated in honey, you wanted to butter him up. It wasn't really serious, more of a lighthearted tease, while still staying relatively sincere to your honest thoughts.

Matthew's eyes went wide as he quickly changed his sitting position. His legs were clasped together, a nervous look on his face betrayed his embarrassment.

"L-love, um-" his brows were uncomfortably furrowed, a bashful grin appearing on his lips, "would it be a good time now to admit to something as well-?"

Your curious eyes landed on the area he tried to hide. You had a clue as to why his position suddenly shifted. You nodded slowly.

"Your words are killing me," a nervous titter followed after.

"My words?" You played a bit dumb, innocently pushing further. You saw an opportunity, so you chased it.

"Your- compliments. In- in this, current setting," He explained, his back arched in a way that made his arms rest "casually" while also covering his crotch. Even though he was actor, he couldn't nail the natural look.

"Mm?" You let a cheeky smile get on your face. Getting a bit closer, yet still hesitant, you tested the waters, "is me saying you're a good boy turning you on?"

His shoulders stiffened as soon as the sentence fell on his ears. His bangs were successfully hiding part of his face, until you made an effort to gently put them behind his ear. You raised his chin up with your finger, making him look at you. You could feel the way he melted under your touch.

In a weird surge of confidence, you decided to press your lips into his once again, this time trying to gently push him to part his lips. He got the hint pretty quickly, allowing you to slide your tongue into his mouth without much resistance.

It got a bit sloppy, but neither of you minded at the moment. Even though your eyes were closed, you could feel the warmth in Matthew's cheeks as you slowly moved your hand to cup his face. Matthew leaned into the kiss, letting you take charge.

A light string of saliva connected you both when you gently pulled away from the kiss. Even if it lasted a relatively short time, his expression seemed dazed.

His hands let go of hiding the intimate spot, an action which let you see the uncomfortably stretched fabric of his pants. Your gaze left him flustered, yet he plead the fifth. The cat was out of the bag, there was nothing to hide anymore. All left to do was to take the shame with dignity (or lack thereof).

"Mattie-" your words cut through the silence, his whole focus went to you, "would you want to- get on my lap?"

You could practically feel the heat radiating off of him, his eyes betraying the excitement. He nodded, carefully positioning himself on the spot that you requested. You felt his weight resting on you, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

He stayed silent with bated breath, careful not to break the moment between you two. You couldn't lie, your worries were similar, but you decided to just go with the flow. Your hands slowly crawled onto his sides, making him squirm at the sudden contact.

"Tell me if I do anything uncomfortable," you whispered while moving your hands down his torso, making the man exhale sharply.

"Mhm," he hummed, trying to keep his composure, "you can do- whatever-"

To avoid unnecessary silence, you occupied your time by locking your lips again, leaving only the sounds of excited breathing as the ambient around you. You closed your eyes, the sight of your boyfriend in the current situation was too much to bare. Your hand trailed down to touch the fabric of his jeans, gently exploring the place. Matthew didn't know what to do with his hands as he let out a quiet whimper. The noise made you wanna move from the place, now slowly unbuckling his belt. Matthew kept his hands politely placed on his knees, but after a while he rested them carefully on your shoulders.

Your hand snaked itself onto the bare skin below his abdomen. The feeling of your fingers brushing along his length made Matthew pull away ever so slightly, breaking the kiss with a hitched breath. You didn't dare to look down, instead choosing to assault his neck with a trail of light pecks.

The feather light smooches made him wiggle a bit, the intense reactions to your touch had you charmed. His body language was already pretty open and theatrical in a casual setting, and it amused you that his movements translated well into the current activity.

After his neck was full of marks left by your lips, you pulled away, making him look at you. His bangs managed to fall on his face again, leaving only one eye uncovered to glare at you with affection. You raised your hand until it was on the same level as his lips.

"Open up, please?" you requested, filled with a surprising amount of confidence.

He did what you asked for with almost no delay. Your digits gently pressed down on his tongue. You gathered some saliva by moving them around, brushing his teeth lightly in the process. After you left his mouth, Matthew kept it open for a few moments before closing it, as if he just processed what happened. Your used the lubricant to make your hand slide up and down with more ease.

"Mf-"

The action lasted no more 2 minutes, and Matthew was already starting to become a mess. His breath quickened substantially, releasing shallow pants on par to your strokes. He was doing whatever he can to not break the fun too soon. You noticed he was close, and so your movements stopped completely. He was hoping you didn't notice a dissatisfied whimper that quietly managed to escape his mouth.

"Mattie?" you asked, tone barely above whisper.

"Mm?" His tired look was obstructed by the messy hair.

"Did you ever think about me when…" you started, hoping this topic wasn't crossing any boundaries. But he asked you about it first, so you thought it was fair.

Matthew tensed, meek "I-" came out of his mouth. He avoided eye contact for a second, pretending he didn't feel as if he was just caught doing something bad.

"Only once!" he defended himself, prepared to be severely judged for admitting to it. You chuckled softly, endeared. You found his humility quite cute.

"Well- You wanna do it a second time?" You asked, mostly coy with a hint of feigned confidence. The blood rushed to his cheeks as quickly as the words left your mouth.

"N-now?" he asked, just in case he misunderstood something.

"If you're comfortable with it, of course," you reassured. You still wanted to make sure you were on the same page. A hesitant nod acted as his confirmation.

"Good boy," you murmured, causing goosebump to appear on his skin. You started undoing the buttons of his red shirt, making his body freeze.

"Don't mind me," You cooed.

His hand reached the destination, carrying out slow, gentle strokes. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the feeling (which was pretty hard with you actively messing with his buttons). His chest, quickly rising and falling, was on full view and your hands were quick to explore it.

"You look so pretty right now," you whispered. You weren't even teasing, those were your honest words.

"Nhf-" He bit his lip, his pace quickened. At this point he didn't have the strength to hold back his sounds, your ears were hit with an array of moans and whimpers.

"How did I get so lucky?" You continued buttering him up, you knew it made him tick. Another wave of hickeys landed on the side of his neck.

After a frenzy of labored breaths, a prolonged whine got out of his lips. His entire body tensed, a hit of euphoria catching up. His shoulders fell limp, his chin rested on your shoulder.

"Feeling better now, love?" You embraced his waist, his entire body acted like a big heater.

"Y-yeah," he huffed out, slowly coming to his senses.

You pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, forcing him to show a crooked, bashful grin.

"Are you… ready to go again?" you felt embarrassed by being so needy. You had your release not so long ago, and you were still desperate for another one.

"Uh," he waited a bit before responding, "y-yeah, of course- just be a bit gentler while I recover," he didn't wanna ruin your fun, even if he did need a small break. Given the circumstances, you decided to try something different.

"Could you lay down, please?" He obeyed without any objections, looking for further instructions.

You placed your butt on his thigh, your pelvis started searching for friction. You decided to keep your eyes closed, careful not to focus on how desperate you looked, in opposition to Matthew, who's eyes were open wide, looking at you as if he was about to faint. The sight of you dry-humping him made him regain his strength a bit faster.

"O-okay, I'm ready!" He exclaimed, raising his upper body by supporting on his elbows. Your movements stopped, a light pant came out of you, missing the feeling.

Hearing the rush in his voice made you smile, he sounded as if he was about to miss the best part. Not wanting to tease him any longer, you pulled down on his pants, exposing more of his body. He didn't mind, bending his legs to make it easier for you. Matthew laid on your bed almost naked - his lower half was completely on display, the unbuttoned shirt was doing a poor job of hiding his physique.

"You're overdressed," he pointed out, his tone a bit pouty. A not so subtle hint of him wanting to see more of you.

"Sorry, I didn't want to steal your spotlight," you joked lightheartedly, gaining a flustered eye roll from the man.

You got out of your pants, swiftly tossing them on the floor. You didn't really have a plan in mind, your only objective was for you both to have a good time. Matthew watched as you hovered above him, this time aligning your nether regions with his. You leaned your face closer to his, subtly brushing against his groin. He was so warm-

Your tongue hungrily dove into his mouth again. You felt his hands grab your waist, holding you tight in his grip. He wanted to be as close as possible, too desperate to let go of you. Your thrusting hips created a comfortable pace for the both of you to feel the most out of the effects you had on each other.

His fingers were starting to gently dig into your sides, betraying how close he was. His kissing became less active, now focused on holding back the feeling of euphoria that would soon overwhelm him. The intense pang of pleasure made you break the kiss with a sound that he found very attractive.

Matthew's release followed shortly after, leaving both of you a panting mess. Your body fell limply on his, relishing in the afterglow from the overwhelming bliss. You pushed your body to the side after you were able to move again and your limbs entangled themselves into Matthew. He let out a content sigh, putting his arm around you.

You didn't expect the entire ordeal to leave you so sleepy. You still wanted to go through the original plans you had, but the thought of doing anything other than heavenly falling asleep in his arms was already too tiring for you.

"I love you," he murmured tiredly, "so much."

[burst-of-iridescent]

atla live action thoughts: season one review

first things first: anyone who says the Movie That Does Not Exist is better than the live action is straight-up lying. the shymalan film fails on the criteria of even being a decent movie, let alone an adaptation. the netflix series, for all its problems, is at least an enjoyable watch with great effects, music and (mostly) appropriate casting. there's absolutely nothing to compare here - the netflix version clears easily.

now that we've gotten that out of the way, let's delve into the series, starting with the positives.

the good:

visuals and cinematography. they really did a great job of making it feel like a fantasy universe you wanted to be in & i love how vibrant the saturation and colour grading was. it made the world feel so much more dynamic and alive instead of the same flat, boring dullness that so many movies and shows have these days. sometimes i didn't even mind that i was being fed obvious exposition because at least they were giving me something pretty to look at lmao

effects and action. the bending was surprisingly good for the most part, and they did a good job of making the elements feel unique through the stunt choreography and the actors' movements. i'm immensely thankful they didn't try to skimp on budget by merely cutting away from fight scenes or showing us as little as possible. almost all the action sequences were fast-paced and engaging, and i was never bored watching them

acting. the main four were all great, but gordon cormier and dallas liu have to be the standouts for me. gordon brings such an earnest, innocent sweetness to aang that you can't help but like him, and dallas plays all of zuko's facets perfectly: the angst, the explosive anger, the bratty snark, and especially the deep-rooted pain that characterizes so many of zuko's actions in book 1. the range he has, especially when flashing from younger to older zuko, was insane. special shoutout to maria zhang and sebastian amoruso as suki and jet respectively, because they killed it

music. leaves from the vine instrumental had me tearbending and i love how they kept the iconic avatar theme while making it a little darker for this iteration of the story. in general, the soundtrack felt very true to the animation while still being a fresh spin on it

zuko and iroh's relationship and expanding on zuko's crew. i think the fandom universally agrees that lu ten's funeral and zuko's crew being the 41st division were the best changes in the series, so i'm not going to talk about it further other than to say that these scenes show me what the show can be, and that's why i'm not giving up on it

the bad:

characterization. almost all the main characters are missing the little nuances that made them so great in the original, but the greatest casualty is katara. i hate that they took away so much of her rage, and gave many of her traits and struggles to sokka. i don't think this is a problem solely with the writing though, because certain lines do feel like things animated katara would say, but the directing and line delivery don't have the same punch that made her so fierce in the original. this is an easily fixed issue though, so i hope they take the criticism and let my girl be angry and fuck shit up next season

exposition. this was primarily a problem in depicting aang's personality and the relationship between the gaang, because a) why are you TELLING me that aang is mischievous and fun-loving instead of just showing me and b) the gaang do NOT feel like close friends, mostly because they spend so much time apart in every episode that they have little screentime to actually bond and develop intimacy.

lack of focus on the intricacies of bending. for a show whose tagline is "master your element" the characters spend very little time actually... mastering their element. zuko is never shown to struggle with firebending (which is going to have ramifications when it comes to developing his relationship with azula), and neither aang nor katara ever learn waterbending from a master throughout the the entire show. i'm pretty sure aang never willingly waterbends ONCE in the entire eight episodes, discounting the avatar state and koizilla. bending isn't just cool martial arts, it's closely linked to the philosophies and spirituality of each nation, and i wish that had been explored more.

pacing. they really needed to do a better job of conveying that time passed between episodes because an 8-episode season is just going to FEEL shorter than a 20-episode one. the original animation felt as though they'd truly been on a long journey before arriving at the north, but here it feels like the entire show happened in the span of a fortnight or so because each episode seemed to pick up right after the previous. they needed to have more downtime within episodes instead of just rushing from plot beat to plot beat because it made everything feel a lot more rushed. give the characters and story time to breathe.

final rating: 7/10.

overall, i would describe the live action as a better version of the percy jackson movies - not an accurate or perfect adaptation, but a decent story that's very fun to watch. but what really makes me root for this show to get a season 2 is that it has a lot of potential and more importantly, a lot of heart. it's evident that the people who worked on it do genuinely love and respect the original series, and it shows onscreen.

regardless of anything else, this show created opportunities for so many asian and indigenous actors, writers and creators to tell the kinds of stories and play the kinds of roles they don't usually get, and that's something worth supporting. if they take the criticism from this season and improve, i believe they really do have something special on their hands which - although it might not be the original we all know and love - could still be a story to be proud of.

[meekahy]

Bullet Train

Making this into a mini series I think!

Summary: Savannah is having a bad day, Noah and the boys watch Bullet Train, and then her day gets worse.

It's really personal to me. You know, how my family treats me and some of the events that happened in my life. Please enjoy and let me know your honest opinions! Lmao Broken by Lifehouse came on while I was writing this and I cried.

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It has been one thing after another. At work, you got blamed for something you didn’t do. You tried explaining that, yet you just had to stand there and take it. You’re pretty sure there’s something wrong with your car, not sure what. But, something didn't sound right and a light kept going on and off. With your brother, he called you up after work asking for money, which you denied since you didn’t have any to give. He proceeded to tell you how much he hated you and how much of a loser you were. He went on and on. As he was screaming at you, you felt tears prick your eyes. 

You pulled the phone away as he ended the call. You were sitting in your car with tears falling down your face. A quick knock made you jump and look for the source. You looked at the window and saw Noah standing there with his hands up as a sorry for scaring you. You opened the door and Noah grabbed the door so it didn't swing back to hit you as you got out of the car. 

Noticing your tears he quickly retorted, “What’s wrong? What happened?” Noah grabbed you by your arms and ran his hands soothingly up and down your arms. 

“It’s been a long, horrible day,” you sighed as your lip quivered.

“Oh, honey,” he whispered as he pulled you into your arms, “do you want to talk about it?”

You nodded into his chest before you pulled your face away to tell him everything. Noah nodded every so often letting you talk it out. When you finished, you huffed at all the bullshit. 

“I’m sorry everyone sucks today, babe,” Noah said as he ushered you to the door of the house. “Oh, the guys are over by the way,” he informed you. You nodded, sort of relieved that friends were over but also a little exhausted from crying.

When you both walked in the front door, the guys yelled their hellos and how-are-yous at you. You smiled and said, “Hey guys, I’m alright. Just been a long day.”

“Well, you’re home now and can relax,” Jolly chimed.

“We were about to pick a movie, want to join us?” Nicholas questioned.

“Yeah! I’d love that. Let me just change out of my work clothes,” you replied walking to your room.

“What movie do you want to watch? We’ve been searching forever,” Folio called after you.

“Have you guys seen Bullet Train?” you yelled down the hall. A collective no rang through the house. “We should watch that. It’s on Netflix. It’s really good and I don’t mind rewatching it.”

After a quick change of clothes, you strolled out back to the living room where the boys pulled up Bullet Train, ready to play. Noah opened his arms on the couch and you briskly jumped into his arms. Jolly hit play on the movie as everyone gets settled in.

Everyone laughed as Lemon talked about Thomas the Train. “You’re a diesel, Folio,” Noah retorted as the movie plays.

Folio’s head whipped into Noah’s direction, “WHAT? ME? If anyone’s a diesel, it’s you.”

“Me?” Noah scoffed.

“Okay, guys, no one here is a diesel. I promise,” you reasoned, “diesels are basically bad guys, and you are all good.”

Noah squeezed his arm around you and pulled you close. You felt a vibration under your leg. You pulled your phone out and skimmed the text you just received, “What happened with your brother? He’s freaking out.”

You quickly stashed the phone back under your leg, dismissing the text for now. You leaned your head against Noah’s shoulder as he asked, “Is everything okay?” You nodded fast and returned your attention to the movie. It’s about that time in the movie where everyone is dying left and right.

“That’s a good mustache,” you blurted out, referring to Aaron Taylor-Johnson.

“Yeah, that’s a good mustache,” Nicholas agreed.

“I could grow one,” Noah replied, Folio cackled as Noah asked “What’s so funny?”

“Honey, you can’t grow a mustache like that, and that’s okay,” you soothed as you patted his chest. You quickly pecked his cheek as he pouted.

“Jolly has a good mustache,” Folio observed. Everyone agreed with mhms and yeses and returned their attention back to the movie.

After a while you were engrossed in the movie. You received another text. Your phone buzzed, this time, a text from your mom. You groaned as you read it, “Why aren’t you answering your father? Something is up with your brother. He claims that you told him you hate him and he’s been crying and freaking out.”

You rolled your eyes as the movie ended and you tossed your phone back under your legs. You looked over to Noah, who has been watching you carefully, worry etched onto his face. 

“What’s going on?” he wondered quietly.

“Drama with my family that I want no part in,” you replied lazily. Noah hummed in response. 

“Are you going to reply?” he asked after a beat.

“Yes, after the movie” you drew out as you pulled out your phone.

Once the movie was over, you opened your messages and put your parents into a group chat. Quickly, you typed, “Andrew called me asking for money and I told him that I had nothing to give him. He called me a loser and told me he hated me. I didn’t say anything he told you. He’s lying.”

“You don’t seem very remorseful. Andrew is very hurt,” your father responded.

“I’m not sure we believe you, dear,” your mom sent right after your dad.

Looking down at your phone, tears spilled from your eyes again, as you quickly got up and headed to the bathroom. Why don’t they believe you? You had always been an honest person; they knew that. You sat on the edge of the tub and cried. It had always been like this. Andrew had always been a liar and got away with pretty much anything. You heard a small knock on the door that draws you away from your wallowing. You opened the door slowly to reveal a concerned-looking Noah. 

“I’m okay, babe. Just needed a quick cry,” you mentioned as you slid past him and headed back to the living room with Noah on your heels.

Back in the living room, Folio was trying to decide which Thomas the Train Friends each of us are. “And Savannah is a Thomas,” Folio confirmed.

“Awww,” you said as you ran up to him and gave him a quick hug to which he returned.

After you back away from the hug, you get a phone call from your mom. Sighing, you looked to Noah and the guys quickly before running to your room. 

“Hello?” you said into the receiver. You heard sniffling on the other end. “Mom, what’s wrong? What happened?” you frantically responded. 

“It’s your cousin, Josh,” she whispered.

“What. Happened.” you demand.

“He just got diagnosed with cancer. He’s not doing well. He was flown to the next city for emergency surgery,” she somberly replied.

It felt as if your world crumbled. Josh was one of your closest cousins. Even if he was eleven, he was still your little cousin. 

“What?” was all you could reply with.

“Oh, honey, it all happened so suddenly,” she responded. She continued to talk, but you zoned out. Tears flooded your eyes. You just blinked them away, not caring about anything right now. A hand on your knee brought you from your daze. You slowly looked over to Noah as you grabbed his hand and squeezed hard. 

“Savannah?” your mom questioned, “Are you still there?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m still here. I have to go mom. Keep me updated?” you tiredly responded.

“I will. Talk to you later, Savannah,” your mom said her goodbyes. 

You wanted to tell Noah what had happened, but all that came out of your mouth was a loud sob. Noah swiftly brought you into an embrace and rubbed his hands up and down your body. You sat like this for a while until you were able to tell him all of what that conversation held.

“Oh, honey. I am so incredibly sorry. I know how much he means to you. If you want, we can take a trip up to go see him,” Noah offered.

“I’d like that,” you responded mournfully.

Part 2

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[deesi-academia]

hey, I saw the anti swiftie post. If you're comfortable mag I know the reason why? I am kinda neutral about her but I feel like I should know stuff. I understand if you don't wanna answer this. Take care <3

(also I agree the swiftie fandom is kinda annoying lmao)

hello old old old anon ask I'm so sorry for replying so late but yeah hi 😭

I have tons of time on my hands for the next.... 30 minutes so let's get into it. I'll list a time line of my thought process to how I came to the 'ex-swiftie' conclusion:

1. She released a song called "renegade" which is good, but I found some lines problematic and unexpected, because I used to hold swift to a pedestal (guilty as charged).

The lines were 'is it insensitive of me to say get your shit together so I can love you' and 'is it really your anxiety stopping {something love something idk} or do you just not want to?' SOOOOO yeah these thew me off a little.

2. Her album Midnights came out which I ADORED, became my fav so quick. But then her multiple variations of vinyls etc threw me off again. This is when the Bad Feeling About Her started setting in.

3. Then she released the song 'You're losing me' which just BLARED red flags to me even though the song is actually good. It's the first time I think, where she hinted that she broke up with her bf (Joe Alwyn) because of his mental illness.

4. The ongoing carbon emissions controversy lol, and her buying carbon credits... like it just felt like a "hah I'm rich so I can do whatever wrongs i want and buy it out" moment. I really hated that, since I live in a pretty polluted city so it hit close to home.

5. She threatened to sue the teenager who published PUBLIC data about her flights. Bad.

6. The entire free palestine movement gained momentum and she stayed silent. She has her image as the American Princess and Activist Who Can Do No Wrong. Feminist Queen. Speaker For Those Who Can't Speak. Yada Yada.

I simply hated her billionaire self as she chose to stay silent (and still is). To call off the criticism she and her bestie Selena went to a live comedy show where the comedian donated his earnings for Gaza relief. LIKE. ??????? Basic billionaire below underground level of "donation"???? This had to be a joke. It was not.

I think this incident was the final straw for me where I realized I can't support her if she's such a human being. That's not what my morals stand for thank you very much.

7. I REALLY tried to separate the art from the artist but I couldn't. Not with my sane mind and strong ethics. AND THEN the entire Matty healy debacle. He's a misogynistic, racist, zionist, ugh of a person.

I don't think anyone can date someone with such drastic opposing values. So the Taylor-Matty era further tarnished her image in front of me.

8. Fast forward and she releases her new album The Tortured Poets Department. That's it this was my final straw. You can just Google and go on a reddit thread about how problematic this album is. I'll probably write a long ass essay on it. Anyway this is where I decided I'm done, back in April.

Since then I've just been trying to cope with losing my fav artist because of the person she turned out to me. And people say we shouldn't hold celebs to such high standards but bro. Taylor PROMOTES parasocial relationships. SHE held her image to that standard until recently. There's an entire documentary on Netflix about that - Miss Americana.

So yeah she let me down from the pedestal she put herself on. It's been 2+ months and I'm still coping, because I genuinely lost a very important part of my life - her music. It has got me through tough times and I have many good memories associated with those songs.

Anyway, here's to new artists to love ONLY for their music lol 🥂

[eightmakesonebraincell]

[PTERODACTYL SCREECH]

i did add the memes later like just 5 mins after editing it (hats off to all the aesthetically edited fics i see around here THAT SHIT IS BATSHIT TIME CONSUMING T-T) realising that i havent added my precious collection- HOW did you even see it that fast.

that fic been marinated so good in my head i feel like im full of HOPE, when i had opened my laptop in the morning sunday i was like im gonna regret reading this for hours but honestly? a break deserved AND OPTIMISED TO THE MAXIMUM POTENTIAL. oml i just have to say please please never stop writing i love this community and wow isnt it thriving because how freely you post the script that can be adapted into a netflix series?

(im sending this here because i dont wanna crowd the the reblogs and im quite literally like this🧍☝️😥😖 opening your dm and then closing it :D in the middle of the class)

[MARMOT SCREECH]

omg HAHAHA i just so happened to be on tumblr when you reblogged and you best bet i clicked on the notif to read it once i saw it was from you 😍🫵 (i started finding pics for the next moodboard yesterday and i honestly think i shot myself in the foot this time 🫠)

you're absolutely right though spending your sunday reading fics and dissecting them in the reblogs instead of studying sounds like a sUNDAY 👏 WELL 👏 SPENT 👏 pls you're so cute i definitely have no thoughts of stopping writing but i'll admit that i've found it really hard the last half year to post at the same consistency as i previously was (but mainly because of how long these oneshots take to write HAH 🥲)

ASFKJLSDGSDH GURL (/BOI) literally slide into my dms with whatever 🤩 my replies are slow but i'm literally ✨just a girl✨ don't be afraid to hmu LMAO

[spacevulpix]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! :3

omg thank u for letting teenage laura live out her dream of participating in tumblr ask chains (although 10 people interacting with my posts is a bit much i'm not that big on here lmao)

my pets! i just came home from work and since i got home super late i picked up some fast food on the way home and my parents spoil the dogs so they're used to getting french fries whenever they're in the house, both of them sat in front of me and watched my every move until I finally gave them a fry each.

crocheting! i taught myself how to crochet last year and never looked back. so far the projects i'm most proud of are a cardigan i made for myself, a huge queen-sized blanket of the cover art for three cheers for sweet revenge by mcr, and a little cat-sized couch that i made for my elderly cat so she has somewhere soft close to the ground to hang out

APPLE JUICE! i picked up some martinelli's brand apple juice and i've been having it with my breakfast the past few days. martinelli's is the good shit (i'm also a big fan of kedem but it's harder to find now that i'm back in the midwest, fewer kosher items on the shelves here) it comes in a glass bottle and it's not from concentrate so the flavor is superior to other apple juices

this one's kind of abstract, but i love subtitles/dubs for tv and movies. one of my all time favorite tv shows is vincenzo, a korean show partially funded by netflix, and since it's in korean i'd be completely unable to watch it without subtitles. same goes for anime (though with anime i prefer watching dubs) and since i'm an artist at heart i love that i live in an era where i can enjoy tv and movies from all over the world

driving with the windows down and the music up. i modified the audio settings in my car so i can feel the bass in my chest and now that the weather is warming up it's so nice to smell the spring/summer air and sing along

[nanalikessurveys]

Is there a gang problem in your area? Not that I know of. I don't think so.

Do you make your Starbucks order more complicated if it isn’t busy? We don't have Starbucks where I live but generally I'm kind of ashamed of making my drink/food orders too complicated because I don't want to come across too demanding lmao, so I just order what's on the menu.

Do you consider airports to be emotional places? No I don't associate airports with the word "emotional", but I think airports are so stressful. Like in some places the security check is way too fast-paced and the officers/guards/etc. seem so grumpy, like they start yelling at you if you move too slowly for their liking and I don't like the overall vibe of that.

Where do you need to be? Nowhere but here.

Would you date an already attached person? Does this mean a person who already has a partner? Like a polyamorous relationship? No, I wouldn't want that.

When you marry, will you wear white? I haven't thought about my future wedding at all. I don't know if I'll ever get married.

What vaccine that you’ve received hurt the most? None of them have hurt me.

Do you ever feel like you’re being watched? Yes.

What will it take to make or break this day for you? I don't know what that means :(

Would you give up a dream for someone you loved? It's hard to say when I'm not in a situation like that. Right now I wouldn't want to give up a dream for anyone but you never know what choices you'll make when you're actually in that situation.

Could you date someone who’s only been your friend for a long time? Yes. I guess there would be that fear of losing the friendship if your relationship doesn't workout in the end, though.

Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly? Monogamous relationship.

Are you afraid to ask people out on dates? Yess lol.

Do you think it’s better to look for love or let it find you? I think it's better to let it find you.

Have you ever found yourself worrying about commitment? Yes.

Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already? I'd rather have a relationship with someone who doesn't have kids. I'm not ready to become a stepmom just now lol.

Have you ever learned an important lesson as a result of a break up? Yep.

Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than three months of no communication? Nope.

Do you or would you ever wear fake eyelashes? I used to wear them pretty often when I was a bit younger and was more into makeup. I like to keep my makeup more natural these days.

Do you think that smaller breeds of dogs are cuter than big ones? I think all dogs are cute but yeah, I think smaller breeds are a bit more cuter. (almost) everything small is cuter.

When was the last time you slept in a tent? I've never done that.

What brand of make-up do you prefer to use? I don't have any favorite brands but most of the makeup I have and use now are by Mac or Clinique.

Do you have any siblings and if so, what’re they like? I have an older sister. She's very artistic (she works as an artist), funny, smart and very kind. We are similar in a lot of things but we also have a lot of differences. We've always been very close.

What was the last television show that you sat and watched multiple episodes of? Sense8 from Netflix.

Is there anything significant happening this month? I'll start school this week again.

When was the last time you plucked your eyebrows? It's been months now. My eyebrows are very blonde and light so you can't really see any stray hairs unless you stand very close to me lol.

Do you have any chronic pain? I don't.

When was the last time you had a Poptart? I had one I think last year. They're not really a thing here and they are only sold in those American food sections in some bigger supermarkets.

Do you like hot chocolate? Yes and I used to be obsessed with drinking it.

Who is your best guy friend? I only have one friend and she is a woman.

What’s your favorite Michael Jackson song? We Are The World which he sung with bunch of other artists.

Where did you buy your favorite pair of jeans from? I only have one pair of jeans and they are black skinny jeans from a local department store.

When was the last time you got your hair done professionally? Last year. I had some highlights done.

Do you like TGI Fridays? I don't know what that is.

Have you ever gotten your legs waxed? I waxed them myself.

Have you ever read anything by Edgar Allen Poe? I haven't.

When was the last time it rained where you live? Yesterday it was raining the whole day,

Do you like horses? I do'nt have anything agaisnt them.

What is your opinion on air pollution? That it's a bad thing?

What are your grandfathers’ names? Not telling youuu.

Have you ever seen a snake in real life? Nope.

Do you know anyone that has been held hostage before? Noo not that I know of :(

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Being Franks Daughter in Hawkins pt 14

Gif Caption: Top Gif: Daredevil and The Punisher from Marvel Bottom Gif: Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson from Netflix's Stranger Things

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Reader: 18-19 | female

Characters Mentioned: Im not doin it right now lmao I'll update it later when I go back and edit mistakes

A/n: I needed to get this out lmao,

Warnings: a HUGE amount of spelling mistakes, Neil's Existance, Mrs.Wheeler and her friends existance at the pool

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Yay...officially a midnight son now

But that means you can go home right?

Nope

Damn it

Stephen's intent on you doing a few missions with the Avengers to "get you battlefield ready" whatever the hell that means

"I don't have my vest."

"Don't worry about it."

Y/n turned around, "Matt!"

"Hey-" he smiled, Y/n pratically tackling him in a hug, "wow...you really must've missed me."

"You have no idea. I've been training none stop."

"No wonder you feel diffrent." He spoke hand on her arm, "Gettin some Muscle are we now?"

"She was completely jacked, to begin with." Hellstrom argued, a glass of scotch in hand then mumbled into his glass: "surely didn't help my pride..."

"What was that?" Y/n asked.

Hellstrom rolled his eyes drinking the glass in one go.

"I've got a surprise for you." Matt explained, "take me on a walk to my place?"

Y/n looked at Stephen, "she gets a few days off till her mission with Stark. Might as well as have fun."

"Alright!" Y/n cheered, "Matt! We should take my motorcycle!"

"I. Motorcycle?" Matt asked, "Where'd you get the money for a bike-"

"I built it from scratch with Rider." Y/n spoke, "come on!"

"Good luck with that one." Hellstrom spoke kicking his feet up.

"Get your feet off my table."

"Get your feet off my table- Ow! Fuckin cloak! That hurt!"

Matts terrified of you on a motorcycle

Like. He thinks your gonna crash

He feels over it to make sure you know. It has two wheels and is actually put together.

Okay..yeah it's good. He's good.

He's gripping you for dear life as you drive him throughout new york and to hell's kitchen.

But when you're serious and not messing with him he thinks your a pretty good driver.

"So. What am I here for?" Y/n asked, the two stepping into the apartment, he feeling along the wall.

"Well there's the newest Avenger-"

"oh great its you." Y/n spoke crossing her arms.

"Ouch." Stark mocked, "You know I was so sentimental about your suit and your just so mean."

Suit?

Tony Stark created a suit. For you

You're worried to open the box, you've been played multiple times by boxes

But when you open there it's a black suit ribcage and replacing what would of been flowers was the midnight sons brand

"Mostly Bullet proof." Tony informed.

"Mostly?"

"Bullet could still past through if strong enough and close enough. Important areas. You know where you get shot and bleed out the most are double layered, harder to pierce." Tony informed, "and this is for you."

Y/n looked at the mask he held in hand, "Be better that you wear something for the time being. Especially if you're gonna be rolling with us for a few missions."

Y/n nodded looking down at the mask that would cover most of her upper face, hand painted with what skull could be showing and devil horns matching Matt's, "yeah. Nice touch on the paint."

"The kid wouldn't give it any of it up until he finished painting it," Tony spoke.

"Peter?"

"On the dot."

"Now he's one more question. Why meet me at Matt's place?"

"Would you believe if I told you Strange has banned me from the sanctum?"

"Absolutely."

So you're going on missions now

Its nothing special, not to you atleast.

But You had to admit getting in the feild with Peter and Kate who snuck her way aboard was fun

The News papers had started to come out too.

The "Newest Avenger" spreading fast througout the country

"She's back!" Will shouted running down the basement stairs, "She's back!"

"Who's back?" Mike asked.

"Y/n! Y/n! She's back!"

Will slammed the news paper on the table.

"Woah! New Suit!" Max spoke.

"Total badass!" Lucas cheered.

"Who's she with?" Max asked quickly.

"The Avenger's! See! There she is with the Falcon!" Mike cheered "Oh she so cool!"

"You think this means she'll be back soon?" Will asked asked.

"Be back?" Eleven asked, "She will. Be back? Soon?"

"Hopefully!" Lucas cheered, "if she's back! Imagine all the bullies running! We should call her!"

"No!" Mike argued.

"She said she'll always have to call us." Will added, "She's clearly busy."

"You." Lucas started, "You think she forgot about us?"

"Y/n? No. No way." Max spoke, "look! Dustin's gonna be back in a few weeks and Im sure Y/n will follow right behind him."

"Yeah." Will added, "Y/n's a good person. She doesn't forget something like we went through together."

It was true, you didn't forget.

But others were starting to think so.

Billy Hargrove had become aggravated just seeing what he knew was you in the newspaper

Why?

Well. Because he saw you, on a newspaper, with some shit-head Avengers rather than drinking a beer with him by the pool

Plus he knew what you'd do seeing the way too old women looking at him the way they did.

You'd push them all in the pool, In the shallow end specifically

He had tried calling you, but no answer from you

Steve too had started to lose faith.

You had stopped sending him letters or postcards

Or anything for a matter of fact

Not a call, or a message left behind

He too saw the papers knowing it was you the moment he caught sight of the figure walking in the photo

You were sure he reread that article time and time again.

Newest Avenger? Did that mean you were staying longer?

No infact. It means you were going home quicker.

With the number of missions you handled yourself in and others, you were cleared by the Avengers and The Midnight sons.

Tony, once again. Threw the biggest fuckin party in existence and dedicated it to you: saying you had graduated college hiding your identity.

This one you had much more fun at.

Everyone congratulated you, wished you luck, and asked what was next in your now "adulting" life.

Most of the Midnight sons had shown up, Besides Frank of course and you all toasted together to the blackest suns of the earths years and you all chugged what you had in hand either it be a soda or a cup of gin

"Welcome to the shit show." Morbius congratulated.

"You did good kid." Hanniable praised, "you did good."

Y/n smiled, "Yeah lucky I didn't have to come and have a jab at her eh?" Steven teased.

"Oh please..." Blade mummbled into his glass taking in the drink.

"It's not every day we get a new Midnight Son." Jennifer praised with a smile, "You're probably the worst of us."

"One Soul worth a thousand damned!" Hellstrom shouted, glass raised in the air.

"And you wonder how I'm the normal one," Stephen mumbled to Johnny.

"You're not normal Strange. Its in your name." Jonny told.

So. Surprisingly, with the party out of swing at a decent time, you're leaving for Hawkins immediately.

Saying goodbye to the Midnight Sons thoroughly thanking them for everything.

Then the others

Matt's was a proud moment, he was still sad to see you go, but like he always did, he said he was proud of you

Kate, only looked at you, and started crying, you laughing as she hugged you tightly,

"You. Better call me!" She threatened.

"Alright kid." Clint spoke pulling her away.

"Call me!" She shouted

Bruce's was also family-like, he taking the favorite cousin spot on the list. Between your big appetites and talk for different realms.

Thor. Also cried, and Loki almost followed.

"Well..." Loki spoke, "You're...."

Y/n cocked up an eyebrow, "You're one in a few, few broad million,"

Y/n chuckled, "and You Are one in a universe."

"For you." He spoke, "I am not the best Wrapper...there is one for Max as well."

Y/n took the two wrapped items, "Thank you. I'm sure she'll love it."

He nodded, trying to avoid crying, "I'm gonna. I'm gonna go...find Thor."

And he walked off.

Leaving you there smiling and moving on to the rest of the group

Steve and Bucky were like brothers, unsure if they were older or Younger you had a tight bond with them.

And You and Sam, ah you loved being assholes to one another add Tony and you three were a real shit show.

Then there was Natasha, unsure if she was happy or sad to see you go. Happy for you. Sad for herself.

"You gonna wear a bikini with those scars?" Natasha asked.

"Maybe." Y/n told, "you should try it sometime. It looks cool."

She laughed, you both had your fair share of old scars.

Peter was next, handing you a box,

"Yeah. With all that Goin on in Hawkins, you'll need them." He explained, y/n opening the box, "Older model, but they work."

Y/n smiled, "I'll keep 'em on me then. Never know when you're gonna need to web up a demo dog."

He laughed, "Gonna miss you."

"I'm gonna miss you too."

You both hugged each other tight

And then there was Wanda who said she'd ride down with you, you saying one last goodbye to everyone with a solemn smile and left.

It was an awkward ride down. You and Wanda...didn't talk much for reasons.

She walked you to your bike, and you strapped your bag to the back, making sure it was tight.

"He'd be very proud of you."

Wanda raised an eyebrow, "Im sorry?"

"Of what your doing. Helping people." Y/n commented, "Pietro..."

She smiled weakly, "and he would hate to see you go. But he'd want you too."

Y/n nodded throwing a leg over her bike sitting in its seat, revving up the bike.

"Goodbye Y/n."

"See you later Wanda."

They smiled one last time at each other before Y/n drove off.

Hawkins, here you come

Again

You could have just portaled there, but riding seem way more fun, stopping for Gas occasionally and for a quick snack

It was a good 12-hour drive and you stopped to sleep once.

You hadn't told anyone you were coming home it was meant to be a surprise.

So when you pulled up to your home,

Frank had heard your bike and walked out with a pistol of all things.

"Is that for me?" Y/n asked, "I come to surprise you and you bring a gun-"

"God damn it." He spoke.

Y/n smiled, "What miss me-"

Before she could even finish her sentence he was down the stairs and hugging her. She smiled as she hugged him back. He kissed her long on her temple.

"It's good to have you back kid."

Y/n smiled, "It's good to be back."

You guys spent the rest of the day catching up, it was good to be back.

You told him as much as you loved New York, you don't think you'd miss it all that much

You had your dad here after all.

Frank made you your favorite for dinner as you both caught up.

Sitting down with him and having a good meal made your year

You told him about training, getting the litteral shit beat out of you

And you told him about Russo.

And he listened but didn't say anything

It felt better to let him know and to let your brother go

He surprisingly wasnt angry when he truly had every right to be angry

But it was always a touchy subject.

Which you changed almost immediately. Asked how he's been

He said he's been better, but it'll change now that you are back under the same roof.

You wholeheartedly agreed

And like usual, you two ended up playing a board game after dinner, like two of you hadn't even been apart for a day.

It was nice, just to settle back in and talk.

"Anyone else knows you're back?" Frank asked.

"No." Y/n responded, "Not yet. I was thinking tomorrow I'd go and say hi to everyone."

He nodded, "I still have the same schedule. I'll be out tomorrow."

Y/n smiled drinking some of her water, "Well then it seems we'll both be busy."

You both ended up falling asleep on the couch together, your head in his lap, and he had thrown a blanket over you.

You woke up the next day late, looking around for Frank just to see had left.

There was a plate of waffles on the table, cold, indicating you slept way longer than you had assumed.

Eating your cold waffles, took a shower for the day, get dressed, brushing your teeth.

You grabbed your brown leather jacket on the way out and were ready to go.

You wondered who's house to stop at first.

So. With...hope. you stopped at the Byer's house first.

Joyce was shocked when you took off the sunglasses.

"Hi Ms.Byers" y/n spoke.

"Wow." She spoke, Y/n laughing, "Would you look at you!"

Y/n smiled as Joyce hugged her, pulling her in, excited to see her again.

She had told you, that Jonathan was busy at work, and Will was at Mike's place.

But you were more than glad to sit and talk with her and talk over a cup of tea.

"How's it go?" Joyce asked, "how was it all?"

"Tiring." Y/n told, "But I'm glad to be back."

"Will will be so glad to hear you're back." Joyce told her, "You know they all have anything superhero related on their walls. Especially as of recent."

"The Avengers Missions." Y/n asked.

"Yep."

"Must've recognized the paint job." Y/n smiled, "I was on those missions."

"Wow! Look at you!" She praised, "Rollin with the big boys now?"

Y/n laughed, "yeah...it was somethin' else. Hanging out with all of them again. Just hope the next time any of you meet. It's for dinner and not to save the world."

Joyce smiled holding her hand, "I bet there all wonderful."

Y/n smiled, "yeah. They're all something else."

You talk with Joyce for about another hour. You'd be playing a lot of catch-ups today.

Yet with that hour gone, you said your goodbyes and went to go say Hello to others.

You took yourself to the Hargrove-Mayfield house next.

Walking up the small path you knocked, expecting Max or even Susan, you got Neil.

"Well...if it isn't Mr.Hargove." y/n chuckled taking the step up and taking her shades off.

"I did what you wanted." He argued.

"Hm." Y/n spoke, "Today's your lucky day. I'm in a good mood. Where's Billy?"

"Work."

"Work?" Y/n asked, "More details here Neil. I've been a very. Very busy little lady you see."

"The Pool."

"Hm." Y/n hummed, "and Max."

"With a friend." He told.

Y/n hummed once more, "Not that hard now is it Mr.Hargove?"

She turned around, but then remember something, and turned around, reaching inside her jacket, causing him to take step back.

"For the Missess. From New York."

It was a baggy of old fashion lemon drops. He looked at her, and carefully took the bag, she grabbing his wrist, bringing him closer "You should be afraid.l After all, I would."

She pulled away, "Bye Neil."

So you were off to Mike's house, you knew that was the designated hang out spot.

Knocking on the door Mr.Wheeler answered.

He seemed. More attentive when talking to you this time about.

"Hey Mr. Wheeler. Lookin for Mike, him and his friends here?"

"Mike!" He called.

"What!?" Mike answered.

"Basement. Through the kitchen on the left."

Y/n smiled, "thanks."

Walking inside she took off her shades, she walking through the kitchen and down the stairs.

"What dad?"

The group went silent seeing you, "Y/n!?"

"In the flesh!"

A group hug was definitely called for

They all jumped at you, hugging you happily, especially Will.

And Max, oh you were so happy to see Max.

"I have this for you." Y/n spoke handing her the wrapped gift.

"What is it?" Max asked.

"I have no idea." Y/n responded, "it's from Loki. He misses you."

She smiled, "Really?"

"Yeah. I think that you and him have quiet a bit in common." Y/n told, "He'll take you to Asgard next summer if you'd like."

The others couldnt stop talking your ear off, abour how cool you were they saw you on the news and just knew it had to be you

They're like your own little fanclub

Except Eleven, she doesnt exactly know who you are.

But she does say thank you for protecting her friends

She was trying to warm up to you, but too many girls together make her feel werid, shes not use to it is all.

They want to do everything, see all your new weapons

You had to eventually stop them, telling them you'd have a few more people to see. But. Since you were back now: you would be glad to hang out with them

And show them the really cool weapons you had aquired since you did have other people to see.

You were there for a good few hours, telling them stories and about the people you've met.

And Mike brought up Steve in one of his stories.

"He works at the Mall! Helps us get inside the movie theater for free all the time!" Mike told.

"Does he now?" Y/n smiled looking at the tjme, "Unfortunately. I do have to leave."

They booed, and all said there goodbyes, she promising to come and hang out with them again.

Will followed you out, trying to catch up with you.

"Y/n! Y/n!"

She stopped, looked back and smiled, "hey."

"I know they asked you to go to the movies with us. But you don't have to." Will told, "I know things are...werid with Steve."

Y/n chuckled, "don't worry bout that. If I go. Im goin to hang out with you guys."

He nodded.

"And." Y/n spoke, "Im sorry I stopped the letters."

"No! No! We all understood you were busy." He told, "Im glad your back."

"Me too." Y/n told, they hugging once more, " and Im not goin anywhere anymore."

It was a sweet thing Will even thought about your feelings in such a way.

But if you want to hang out with them. Nothing in the past would get in your way.

You were off next to Hawkins Pool

Lots of eyes on you as you kicked your stand up, casually walking past people who stared.

Little did you know it people were looking at Billy the same way, older women especially.

"Hey hotshot." A lifegaurd spoke he sitting at the front desk, "whats a thing like you doin alone dressed all in leather- aint it hot-"

"Im looking for Hargrove. "

"Of course you are." He sighed, "He's workin. Up on the Lifegaurds post."

You went into the pool area, lookin around kids and adults looking at you when you spotted him lazying up on his post.

"Who's she?" One of the older ladies asked.

"She's looks like she's goin after our show." The other commented.

Y/n walked past the group, stopping infront of Mrs.Wheeler's view.

"Wow. Mrs.Wheeler." she spoke up.

"Do I know you? Im try to watch my daughter." She explained really just angry that Y/n was blocking her view.

Y/n took her glasses off, "Hi. Mrs.Wheeler."

She was shocked to see y/n standing there, dressed in tight black jeans and an open shirt with a leather jacket on.

"You look..."

"Different? Thanks. Picked up the new style after Billy gave me his jacket." Y/n spoke, rubbing it in her face, "so how are the kids?"

It was only poliet to ask how the kids were.

"Fine." Mrs.Wheeler spoke, Y/n nodding with a shit eating smile. "Well. I'll see you lovely ladies later. Love the bathing suits."

Oh they were so mad at you.

You not only were Billy's age but had his chlothing and wearing it proudly like you were his little girl friend or something.

"Hey Hargrove!" She called walking towards the Life gaurds station.

He sighed, "can I help you?"

"Well if you're acting like that." Y/n spoke, he looking to the side to face her, "Where's the nearest Exit."

"The way you came in." He answered.

It took him a mintue as Y/n raised a eyebrow.

"Oh Shit!"

Y/n laughed, looking at him he climbing down with ease.

"Would you look at you." Y/n spoke, "got a job and everything."

He gestured for her to follow, he shouting at other workers that he was taking off for the day.

As soon as he was in the locker room with you, he gave you a hug.

God it felt so good to hug him again.

"Dont you ever leave me here for almost eight months." He argued.

"Aw? Someones counting the days Hargrove?" Y/n asked leaning against the locker as he got his stuff ready to leave.

He smiled the small locker luckily hiding that smile.

Its exactly how he pictured it, but even better.

Neither of you had really changed.

So the two of you left, he asking how you got here in the first place after all you didnt have the truck.

You told him Motorcycle.

He laughed. Motorcycle?

Oh shit Motorcycle, he was expecting it to be something from the junkyard

But this? THIS IS NICE

"Wanna take a ride?" Y/n asked.

"Take a ride?" Billy asked still memorized by how thr fuck Y/n got her hands on such a bike.

Y/n chuckled, "Yeah. You know...take a ride. Perhaps...tommrow for a long one, now that I can open portals across the world we go around and-"

"Wait." Billy told, "you just said you can open portals? How-"

"Magic. Duh." Y/n spoke holding up her sling ring, "Did you think I was in new york eating pizza this whole time?"

She tossed it to him, he catching it and looking at the odd ring.

"So. We can get on the bike and go wherever. Or. We can stand here all day." Y/n told, "I heard San Francisco has excellent weather today. Along with Shang-Hi, but you know. I've always wanted to got to Mexico. Then again. New York is always opened for an option."

"Seriously? New York."

Y/n shrugged and leaned on her bike, "New York it is then? Tommrow? Lunch?"

"You sure you dont got a jack rabbit date with Harrington?" He teased, Y/n going quiet.

"Yeah me and him arent together no more." Y/n responded, "i broke up with him before I left."

"Oh shit..." he responded Y/n raising her eyebrows in a "yeah" matter.

"Come on I didn't come here to talk about him. Get on." Y/n spoke getting on her bike, Billy following her and hopping on the back, "You hungry?"

"Yeah."

"Gimmie the ring."

hell yeah, you ended up taking Billy out for a late lunch at his favorite spot in San Fransico.

You both sat in some hole-in-the-wall place downtown, eating Pupusas

You both talk about what's been happening, him about how the school sucked ass and the new mall that opened up in Hawkins, and you about your training and about some of the places you went while doing missions

It was nice to hang out with him again.

You both ended up going to the beach to relax, sitting on the sand lethargic from eating such a good meal.

"I use to surf."

Y/n opened her eyes, she laying in the sand with closed eyes, the breeze perfect.

"Hm? Really?" Y/n asked, "any good at it?"

He shrugged, "May still figure it out."

Y/n smiled closing her eyes, "we should do it."

"What?"

"Some surfing." Y/n told.

He laughed, reaching in his pocket for his cigrattes, pulling out his pack.

"Be fun." Y/n spoke, "We could make a weekend out of it. Go to diffrent beaches. Heard Miami''s got some killer beaches."

"You're shitting me?" He asked, forgetting about his cigrattes.

"Well duh. We're in San Francisco right now aren't we? Why not Miami. Or Bali? The Bahamas, Hawaii? Maybe even Asgard?"

"Asgard?"

"Home of the gods. Its in space." Y/n told, "they got a killer ocean."

He chuckled, "Not every day you have a hero as a friend."

"Im not a Hero." Y/n corrected.

"You sure about that?"

Y/n sat up, "yeah." She spoke with a smile.

"I think it's time I finally try and focus on what I want rather than try and save the world."

"Oh so Harrington-"

Y/n scoffed and laughed.

"I don't like him." Billy told, "But you were real happy with him."

"Yeah well he doesn't even know that I'm back. Plus. Im sure he's back with Nancy Wheeler."

It was Billy's turn to scoff, "Please. That families all fucked up in the head."

"You don't even know them." Y/n told.

"Mrs.Wheeler's a whore." He spoke, "i should know. Apparently thats all I can attract...Plus. They're rude to you. Thats enough for me."

Y/n looked over at him, "I think you'll find a nice girl. Someone that cares about you."

"...yeah...sure." he spoke.

"What?" Y/n asked, "Don't believe me?"

"I think I found that girl... a long time ago." He responded looking at her, "don't think I gotta be in a realtionship like that to be loved by her though."

Y/n smiled, "Good. She sounds like what you need."

Billy raised an eyebrow,

"Wait you talkin shit about me?" Y/n teased.

"Wow. You figured it out." He spoke, Y/n laughing as he followed suit.

"Yeah...I got your back Hargrove." Y/n smiled, "but we're totally fake dating if one of us needs it?"

"Absolutely."

The two chuckled, Y/n getting up, "come on. Hawkins is waiting for us."

"Ugh."

"Its not that bad. Come on. You can spend the night at my place." Y/n told, "we could play Life."

"Never again."

You both played life again in your room with the window open.

He lost

Again

Thank Stark for teaching you capitalism in full detail

You guys from move from life to Monoplay to Black jack

He beats you in Black Jack but not Monoplay.

By the time Frank gets home you're both knocked out together on your floor.

Franks glad you're back home, he rather walk in on you passed out on the floor with a board game than not see you at all

The next day you wake up, you left your window open so its a bit chilly in your room but you smell bacon and eggs

Getting up you walk out the room to see Frank cooking.

"Hey." Y/n catches his attention

"Morin," Frank spoke.

"Morin." Y/n yawned, walking over to steal a piece of bacon, "You seem happy today."

"Hey morin." Joyce spoke walking in the kitchen from getting dressed.

"That makes sense." Y/n told Frank, he elbowing her.

"You never change." Frank told.

"You'd missed me to much." Y/n teased, taking a bite, "Mhm Good bacon."

Joyce watched, smiling at the two as they went back and forth at each other.

"You off today?" Y/n asked Frank.

"Late shift today,"

"Mhm."

Y/ brushed the crumbs from her fingers over the sink, "What's the plan then?" Y/n directed towards Joyce.

"Just to hang out here. Will's at Mike's house."

"Mhm. I seen him yesterday." Y/n smiled, Frank pulling her back, conveying quietly to her.

"Date?" Y/n asked, "Oh you guys are goin on a date? Where?"

"Oh! No! No!" Joyce spoke quickly, "we're reschedule-"

"Don't let me ruin your plans." Y/n told, "The kids asked me to go see a movie with em anyways and I got unpackin to do."

"What kind of Unpacking." Billy yawned walking out the room, "emotional or Physical?"

"Haha." Y/n laughed, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"Oh-" Joyce spoke, "I thought. You and. I didn't know you were-"

"What?! Oh! No no!" Y/n told, "we fell asleep after San Francisco."

"San Francisco?" Frank asked.

".....i mean what..."

"Did you steal another sling ring from Strange?"

"What? No!" Y/n argued, "It's mine now. I learned how to properly use it."

"Strange gave you magic. For gods sake." Frank spoke, Y/n laughing after pouring two other cups for Joyce and Billy, refilling Frank's.

"I train in it." Y/n shrugged, "Just portals."

"Im shooting him next time I see him." Frank told.

"Trust me. I tried that. Also. Vampires just don't like bullets. Tried filling Hanniable with Led. And be did not like that."

So while you and Frank talked about unloading Bullets Joyce and Billy kinda just sat there.

Its still odd to hear about just casually shooting people even if they both respect who you are.

But with breakfast done the four of you sit to eat.

Frank's cooking is superior.

Turns out Joyce and Frank we're going to spend "quality" time together.

"Where are you guys going to do? Downtown is nice since the mall closed." Billy told trying to be involved in the conversation.

"No. Billy you don't get it. There gonna f-" Y/n was kicked under the table, "Ow!"

"Change topics." He told.

"Okay. Okay." Y/n spoke, "Downtown really that much of ghost town now?"

"Unfortunately." Joyce told, "putting alot of good people out of bussniess."

You felt kinda bad.

Downtown is where you and Billy hung out for the first time

You guys contuined to talk until you had to take Billy back to his car parked at the pool.

Plus you were sure Frank wanted to spend his "alone time" with Joyce.

So with Billy you leave, dropping him off at his car asking him to use the pool phone

You called the kids, Mike's house specifically knowing thats where they hang out.

Luckily Mike answered instead of Mrs.Wheeler.

"Hello?"

"Hey Mike-"

"Y/n- Hey! Guys it's Y/n!"

"Y/n!"

She smiled, "Movies?"

"Yeah!" They all cheered over the phone, "we'll meet you there! Twenty mintues!"

The line was cut, "hello?" Y/n asked, yet no one answered.

With saying Bye to Billy one last time, you went seperate ways, you on your bike and him in his car.

You made it to the mall fairly quickly. It nothing new to you due to you living in New York.

Walking in people stared, you putting your shades on your head as you might as well as look around, while you wait for the kids.

But before you could even do such a thinv you're grabbed.

"Ah! Okay! Okay!" Y/n laughed, Max had jumped on her back.

"Look." Max spoke showing Y/n her necklace.

"Oh wow..that the one from Loki?" Y/n asked setting her down.

"Yeah." She spoke, "do you know what it is by any chance?"

"Hm." Y/n spoke, looking at it closely, "symbol of Jotunheim."

"What's that?"

"Loki's Home relam. You two must've made great friends." Y/n smiled, "I'll find some of my old books from Asgard. That I oh so graciously stole from the libary."

"Y/n!"

Y/n turned her head, the group of kids runninv her way, "Hey!"

They all hugged her quickly she happy to see them all, they talking about which movie to see

Specifically a horror movie

You were cool with whatever they wanted to watch.

But as you were taking your wallet out to buy said tickets they stoped you

"We get in for free." Lucas told.

"Free?" Y/n asked, "how?"

"Connections." Mike told.

"But I think we should go in the right way! You know since Y/n is old enough to vouche for us." Will cut in.

"What?! No way!" Lucas complained.

"It's fine Will.' Y/n smiled, "I don't mind a bit of back street walking anyways."

So they pulled you along happily, you following as quick as you could.

Icecream, you havent had it in so long.

"Okay. If we're using a back way to get in. I could atleast get you all icecream."

"The movie!" Lucas told.

"Come on we'll just miss the ads anyways." Y/n told the group next in line.

The couple infront of them moved after getting there icecream.

"Alrights whats the orders?" Y/n asked.

"Mint Chip,"

"Cookie dough"

"Sweet Cream please."

"Blueberry?"

Y/n smiled, "alright then."

"Hello. Welcome to scoops-"

The woman with red hair paused, Y/n smiling, "Hey."

"Hi..." she spoke, "uh...what can I?"

"Well." Y/n spoke looking at the name tag, "Robin. Can I get a Mint Chip, Cookie Dough, Sweet Cream and Blueberry all in cones please."

"Uh...." she spoke, "yeah...one..."

Her eyes adverted from Y/n, "aw. Shit. Steve! Your Kids are here! Come and help me!"

Y/n was silent as Steve came out, dressed in Uniform.

"I swear- if you all get me fired by doing this-"

He paused, seeing Y/n standing in all her glory, open shirt tucked in loosely, with tight slightly glared jeans and a brown leather jacket on.

"Um...can I have my icecream please?" Y/n asked.

"Right. Right!" Steve spoke, "Sorry!"

The two got the icecream made, handing each one to the kids.

"Go ahead." Y/n told, the kids rushinv in the back before anyone could get them in trouble.

"Robin could you?"

"Yeah." She spoke going to open the back door for the kids.

"And one more. Of your prefence in a cone please."y/n asked.

"Thats quiet a bt of money on icecream." Steve commented.

"Yeah. Well. Gotta treat the kids some days." Y/n told.

"Didn't know you were back in town." Steve spoke, "visiting?"

"Offically a midnight son now." Y/n told, "so Im back in town now as long as I want."

"Wow." He spoke, "Congrats..."

Y/n smiled, "thanks."

"One carmel with crunchies." He told handing her the cone.

"Thanks." Y/n smiled, handing him the cash for all the icecream.

"It uh has little pieces of cone in it, covered in chocolate." Steve explained handing her back change, "I just call them crunchies."

Y/n chuckled, "good idea."

She took a tatse, "not bad. I like it."

Steve smiled sheepishly, "yeah its pretty good....hey I was wondering...."

Y/n looked at him, "yeah?"

"Since your back in town. And Ya know. I know....we...didnt exactly split because-"

"Y/n!" Max called.

"Im coming Im coming." Y/n smiled, following Max, and looking back at Steve.

Her stare piercing, sharper than the last time he had seen her, she had grown much, despite her face looking the same, her gaze a deep one as she made her way towards the back.

"Bye Harrington." She smiled.

His gaze followed her and even ran himself into the back to see her vanish behind the second door into the mall's private hallway.

"Robin."

"Yeah yeah one for the loser board."

So you and the kids ended up watching some horror movie they were dying to watch

You guess it was cool, it just seemed to glide right over you though, the whole Ax Murder thing

Just seemed so unrealistic.

But they all enjoyed it, jumping up and down watching it.

So you stick through it for them.

You did enjoy your icecream though

Steve has good taste

But as you finish it you're kinda...well. bummed.

The sweet taste gone, leaving you wanting more despite being comfortably full.

It was gone too soon, and you were enjoying it.

When the movie eas over you walked out with all of them,

You'd give it a 2.5 out of 5 on the movie.

And as you walked out, following far behind the group who was running into some nerd store.

Suddenly she was grabed in a hug, "It's you! Oh! It's really you! Haha!"

Y/n looked at the dark hair, feeling a mix of leather and jean on the mans back and arms.

"Munson?"

"Hah! Look at you!" He spoke pulling away, "Wow. You got about shredded..damn....Not the point! Where have you been! No word for almost 8 months! Who else was I suppose to bomb class finals with!?"

Y/n chuckled, "Yeah. Had some shit go down ya know."

"Oh please." Eddie spoke, "I get it man."

Y/n smiled, Eddie smiling back.

"What are you doin at a mall?" Y/n asked Eddie, "Dossn't seem like your style. If ya catch my drift."

"Eh." Eddie shrugged, "They got a new music store. Had to look at the guitars ya know."

"Right....The Coroddied Coffin."

He laughed in excitement, his body moving with his feelings, "haha! You remember! You have to come see us sometime!"

"Yeah I wouldnt mind. Plus You always talked about it." Y/n shrugged.

"The Freaks words stuck woweza." Eddie told, "You're flatering me here babe."

Y/n laughed, "I have to go. But."

She leaned into his ear, "The freaks always were better."

She started walking away waving to him as she did so.

"Hey! Wait! I'll come with!" Eddie called quickly following her.

So maybe this mall was slightly better than the other malls you've been too.

You were looking at comic books with the kids in the store, Will showing you one that was ment to be you

"They think your a dude." Will told watching Y/n flip through the book.

"Eh..there scared a woman's gonna over power Thor."

"Can you?" Will asked.

"Depends on his mood." Y/n chuckled smiling Will's way as she handed him back the comic book.

Little did she know Steve's watching her across the way, it a perfect view watching you at the window flipping through a comic book.

You were flirting with him again? Right?

His daydreaming intruppting his job.

Wasnt till a guy came over handing you a comic book.

You two obviously laughing as you flipped through the pages.

You were laughing at this "Skull and Bones" comic someone had created though it only went one edition it was hilarious

Everything was so wrong starting with how you both even got into doing what you do

But they got one thing right: the banter

You kept looking through them with Eddie, wasnt a surpise but he read comics here and there.

His favorite Ghost Rider, which made sense.

But soon his band called him pulling him alonb back to the music store as you waved goodbye with a laugh.

Watching them pull his away through the window caused you to watch the show, then look around a bit, spotting the Icecream shop along the way, and a familiar figure across the way.

You waved to Steve

"Hey is this a good book about the necklace?" Max asked Y/n looking over, taking the book from Max flipping through it.

"Yeah actually." Y/n told, "specifically this chapter."

Y/n handed her back the book to show Max the chapter and then looked back to find Steve gone.

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[callmearcturus]

Spooky Jake Autumn is coming

So I have decided to make a list of fics I think will help people get into the Mood of the season. I'm already seeing some exciting stuff, and I am here to hype the shit out of this.

THESE ARE IN NO ORDER, just the order I remember them in!

Bacchanalian Hangovers, by @thedoublepp

Jake English, dizzy and downtrodden, follows a god into the wildwood.

My dear pal Paya wrote this one and its Jake getting caught up with a god of gold and revelry, and is drenched in the same vibes of Paya's art. Excellent.

the "adoring, adorned" series, by someone who now prefers to be anonymous

this is an OLD CLASSIC that is heavy with dark, treacle-sweet emotions and physicality. it's not explicitly spooky, but to me i9t's a very good touchstone for just what you can do with bodies and deified emotions.

the weary and the wild, by @mimsiical

"I wanted the ideal animal to hunt," explained the general. "So I said, 'What are the attributes of an ideal quarry?' And the answer was, of course, 'It must have courage, cunning, and, above all, it must be able to reason."' "But no animal can reason," objected Rainsford. "My dear fellow," said the general, "there is one that can." OR: Dirk hides. Jake seeks.

The one in which Jake and Dirk do a roleplay scene in which Jake hunts Dirk across the island. The effect of the close POV use in this story is EXTREMELY effective, and gave me secondhand adrenaline rush.

everybody on your knees and testify, by MULTIPLE PEOPLE (including me, full disclosure)

[Divinity Studies: XXX Core] (69 units across multiple courses) The course sequence examines the impact and influence of dormant sex deities on modern day college life, with emphasis on the rise and growth of divine worship. It will also cover individual arousal responses as well as the increase in group orgiastic interactions. Assignments include group projects, workshops, and individual study. [Restricted to students with no gag reflexes.]

The one where Jake is the god of sex and Dirk accidentally wakes him up due to being that good at giving head. A lot of weird magic stuff and everyone having a blast adding in more kinks. Lighthearted and weird.

green eyes, spread thighs, by saccharomyces_cerevisibae

Dirk goes home with a hot demon and things get… interesting pretty fast.

lmao i love this one. it's so much fun. Jake is a demon with some cool-ass hypno eyes and he's going to get some use out of the pretty thing he picked up at the bar.

cambion, by treeprince

It's your final year of college. Again. But at least this time you're doing something you love. It's also killing you slowly and eating all your time. You need to unwind. Good thing your friends look out for you. Or, "suck one (1) dick, gain a boyfriend slash roommate that wastes your money on overpriced exotic food ingredients and your bandwidth on Netflix while you're away."

another fun one and one I have on good authority will be finished for Spooky Jake Autumn /fingers crossed. Jake as an incubus is always a ton of fun.

Take a Gulp and Take A Breath, by Stormbourne

Dirk Strider, bodyguard of the heiress to the marine empire, desperately needs help from a sea witch.

I LOVE THE ATMOSPHERE OF THIS ONE. It's a good lengthy one shot but I woulda read 70k of this AU.

Not A Hunter's Moon, shamepillow

“The full moon is tomorrow,” you tell him. His eyes widen slightly, and then watch you with a new kind of intensity. “A strong moon, so I gather. That is when I will kill you.” (Dirk finds a werewolf dying in the snow, and like the arrogant Hunter he is, he takes him back to his hideout and nurses him back to health, intent on killing him as the next full moon rises. But this moon is different. It's not a moon for hunting, as Dirk soon finds out.)

LISTEN TO ME. I do not like werewolves. And even I enjoyed this one. The Bloodborne vibes are strong and v good.

and of course, this list would be incomplete without:

BONES OF BLACK MARROW, by oxfordroulette

Dirk summons a demon for the exclusive purpose of 'cathartic boning.' He gets what he wants.

The one. The only. I feel like a lot of us quietly were trying to figure out how to do Spooky Jake, and then BOBM showed up and turned the world upside down. This is THE fic. Erotic horror, poetry, ergodic nonsense, and through all the interface plays and coding tricks, some honest to fucking god true and deep pathos like an arrow through the heart. If you somehow don't know BOBM, rectify that. Also consider reading it for Halloween, tbh.

(also I was told I should put my own pump your veins with gushing gold on this list but one, that seems gauche, and two, I think we float before the sea at dusk is MUCH more spooky. do with that as you will.)

[sparklysung]

✨OPEN CURTAINS – h.r.j.✨

© sparklysung – 2021. all rights reserved. no reposts, modifications and/or translations allowed.

pairing – huang renjun x female!reader

genre – smut | non-idol!au, neighbours!au

warnings – voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation

word count – 849 words

summary – renjun had never been so grateful about his cute neighbour forgetting to close her bedroom curtains.

note – soo this was my first smut. please don’t be too harsh on me, it was kind of difficult to describe everything i had in mind while writing. also, i’m sorry if it’s cringy lmao. let me know what you think!

part i ; part ii ; part 3

after long hours of working on finishing his schoolwork, renjun found himself about to pass out from exhaustion. with the end of the semester getting closer and closer, the workload was getting heavier as well, resulting in the poor boy getting less sleep and spending most of his time studying. the pressure had his stress levels reaching the roof and the little amount of free time he had to himself only added to his long list of frustrations. it was getting harder for him to focus on anything, his train of thought getting lost with whatever seemed slightly more interesting.

that’s why his eyes unconsciously drifted towards his neighbour’s window, you, curious to see what you were up to at the moment. maybe you were also studying? he’s heard from his friend group that you were one of the top students in your class, so that would only make sense to him. or perhaps you were just relaxing after a week full of tension, netflix playing on your laptop while you laid down on your comfortable looking bed, munching on some snacks. 

what he definitely didn’t expect was seeing you walk into your room with only a small towel covering your most private parts, hair wet from just getting out of a refreshing shower to get rid of any stressful thought that had made its way inside your head during a tough week at school. his breath hitched on his throat when your towel dropped to the ground, drops of water sliding down your naked body, feeling his face flushing and pants tightening.

you must have forgotten to close the curtains before getting into the shower, you couldn’t have done it on purpose just to tease him. renjun knew he should have looked away and kept studying, but he couldn’t find the strength within himself to do so. you looked so pretty, moving around your room carefree on your birthday suit, choosing pieces of clothing to wear. one of his hands made its way to his pants, palming his clothed cock. his lips were swelling from how hard he was biting into them, trying his best to muffle the sinful sounds that escaped his pink lips.

he couldn’t help but wonder how would you look like kneeling in front of him on the floor before using your small, soft-looking hands to pump his hard member. he wondered how your pretty little mouth would feel like if it was wrapped around him, spit dripping down the side, gagging when the tip reached the back of your throat. would you let him take control? or did you like being the one dominating? renjun was more than certain he liked bossing around in bed, but he swore to every god up there that if you ever let him have a chance to touch you and please you, he wouldn’t even mind being pegged by you. 

renjun freed himself from the confinement of his pants, pulling them down just enough to pump himself comfortably. “oh, fuck” he mumbled out of breath, running his unoccupied fingers through his hair. he was getting worked up faster than he expected, already close to his high, almost tasting his release. the movement of his hand more erratic and sloppy as his eyes trailed up and down your body, tightening his grip on his cock whenever your gaze wandered close to your window. his heart was pounding fast, so fast that it almost hurt his ribs. he didn’t want to get caught by you jerking off so shamelessly to you dressing up, but it felt too good to stop now. the thought of it made a low moan escape his lips, feeling the knot on the pit of his stomach about to snap. would you like seeing him all fucked up just by the sight of you? would you maybe want to touch him and let him take care of you?

his hips began bucking up into his hand fast and hard, almost fucking his fist while chasing after his orgasm. just as you were pulling on a lacy pair of panties and an oversized shirt, his dick twitched on his grip, releasing white ropes of cum that reached his hoodie and stained his sweatpants. his eyes closed tightly, eyebrows furrowed and slightly shaking by the strong wave of pleasure that was taking over his body, giving a few more deep thrusts into his hand to ride out the rest of his high. renjun kept his eyes shut, head thrown back while trying to control his uneven breathing. his hand stroked lazily his softening cock a couple more times to extend the feeling, but eventually, it got too much.

coming down from his high, eyes slowly opening to look at you for the last time before getting up to clean himself, he felt the colour drain out of his face. he didn’t even try to cover the mess he had made of himself, cum-covered fist holding his exposed dick, flushed face, heavy breathing and dishevelled hair, as your eyes stared right back at his with an indecipherable look.

–lia:)

[corpsedaydream]

Can i uhhh request a headcannon/consept of corpse just carrying you around and picking you up -🐱

lets fucking gooooooo

_______________________________

carry on

the first time

it’s quick and enough to leave ur mind wondering about what else he could do. you’re at his place and the both of u aren’t the best in the kitchen but tonight u decided to make a meal together. a learning experience. but ur getting a little restless and boy oh boy ur in a ‘i know i’m being really annoying but i just can’t stop being annoying��� mood. and so ur doing little things like poking his side. or when he asks u to retrieve something ur deliberately getting something else. but he’s had enough when he’s about to chop something and u decide on playing a game of chicken by whipping ur hand out over the chopping board. he’d place the knife down and suddenly his hands are on the sides of you and he’s hoisting u up on a part of the bench that’s close enough to still watch but far enough away that u can’t reach anything to keep pestering. “don’t move.” he’d tell u, along with a chaste kiss against the corner of ur mouth. and u listen. bc u knew u were being annoying as hell and also bc it’s the first time he’s ever really lifted u and ur a little thrown off but also excited.

koala cling

when u haven’t seen him in almost two months. and fuck did u miss him so much. you’d jump into him and if he wasn’t ready for it, the two of you would’ve fallen over. but he was so ready, because fuck, he missed you too. your arms would wrap so tightly around his neck and your ankles would cross behind him to lock your legs around his middle. his arms would link so unbreakably around your waist. but even if he was to let go, u wouldn’t go anywhere, u were clinging onto him for dear life.

the jellyfish sting

holy shit it took u so long to convince corpse to go to the beach with u. and of course the one day he finally agrees, it’s the day a jellyfish wraps itself around ur leg and stings u to hell and back. he would be sitting on a towel, not quite ready to venture into the ocean like u did right away. and it seemed he made the right choice bc it was only a few minutes later u were doing an awkward run out of the water and once you’d hit the shore you’d drop down and try to unravel the sea creature from around your leg. he’d hear your sounds of pain and hurry down and at first he’s really not sure what to do. but once he saw the red straps of pain that were quickly forming into welts on your skin, he’d scoop you up. one hand around your back and the other under your knees. he’s extra careful to not bump the stings. there’s no life guards around bc u came to a more secluded beach where not a lot of people went so he’d carry u to the car and place you inside ever so cautiously.

drunk

he’d gotten a call at 1am. actually, he’d gotten about five calls. the first four kept ending quickly bc ur drunken self would get distracted by one of ur fellow drunk friends saying something and you’d accidentally hang up on corpse. only to call him back a minute later. eventually, he’d come to learn the point of the call was wanting to be picked up. and so there u were in his passenger seat on the way home, drunkenly babbling about the antics u and ur friends had gotten up to. he was taking u back to his place bc it was closer. once u both got there, he lost patience with ur slow, drunk stumble kind of walk and instead, hoisted u up in his arms, deciding it was going to be the quicker and more safer way for u to make it to his front door.

over shoulder

ur both in chaotic yet playful moods. and it’s lead to a game of murder in the dark. corpse is too good at being it. each time he finds u, he gives u a scare bigger then the last. this time is no different. he’s spotted u and he’s creeping up ever so silently and when he’s within reach, he yells and uses his strength to lift you up over his shoulder. u yelp at the sudden fright, but laughs quickly follow as you dangle over him from where he’s placed u. “i don’t think murder in the dark is meant to be a contact sport.”

a piggy back

the sun is going down. the sky looks to be hand painted in pinks and oranges by mother nature herself. u were so distracted by the beautiful visuals that u hadn’t felt ur legs going to sleep in your cross legged position. it didn’t help that corpse was in front of u, leaning back against ur legs and front, sending them further into numbness. u were feeling too content, looking at one of your favourite things to look at and having one of your favourite people in your arms. he hops up first when the sunset is almost gone completely. turning to look at u with a questioning look when u don’t make any effort to move. “i will literally fall over and die.” u over dramatise. he laughs but then he’s crouching back down in front of u. “hop on.” and so u do. ur arms wrapping loosely around his neck and your legs hooking over his hips. he’d be sure to get a good grip on your thighs before standing to his full height, shuffling u up a little higher so u could lean comfortably against his back and leave some sweet kisses to the back of his neck.

splash

u could almost fall asleep in ur current position. sun baking was not good for ur skin, but u couldn’t deny that u loved the feeling of laying out by a pool and feeling the sun beaming down on u. that is until a familiar pair of arms are slinking around u and a familiar laugh is sounding out as u gasp in surprise at the sudden lift. “corpse, no-” but it was all so quick, the hold he had to lift u from ur sun baking spot is quickly gone as he instead tosses u right into the pool.

am baby

u were fast asleep on the couch. he knew this would happen. u only had two more episodes left of a show u were watching and u were positive u could stay awake for them. but there he found u after he showered, eyes closed, slow deep breaths leaving ur slightly parted lips, sleeping soundly and missing the episode u had assured him u were going to stay awake for. had the couch been a little bigger, he’d leave u there. but the two seater would cause u to awake feeling all stiff and sore. he turned off netflix first before concentrating on picking you up. “mmm, lemme’ sleep.” you’d whine out croakily, being stirred awake upon feeling his arms slip underneath you. “gotta get u to bed, baby.” he’d respond. “gonna pick u up, okay?” he’d give u a warning before making sure his arms were around ur relaxed body securely to lift u up safely. the movement would wake u a little more but you’d quickly find yourself now resting against corpse. your torso pressed against his as he held you like a baby. he’d be leaning back slightly to support your deadweight, sleepy self. a smile present on his face as he could feel your slow, deep breaths fan over his neck as u rested ur head on his shoulder as he carried u to bed.

playtime in bed

ik what ur thinking and stop it!!!! lmao. u were mindlessly watching instagram stories in bed when u came across someone doing acroyoga. “look,” u tilt ur phone screen towards corpse and he see’s the look on ur face. “we can’t do that.” “why?! it’ll be fun, let’s just try once.” and he rly struggles saying no to u when u get all excited and that’s how the two of u found urself in this position. him flat on his back with his arms stretched upright to where his hands held tightly onto yours. his legs were also up, his feet pressed into your hips as he started to lift u higher. “isn’t yoga meant to be relaxing?” he’d question, bc all he could focus on was not dropping you and it was stressing him out while u just found the whole thing too funny and couldn’t stop laughing. “lift me higher.”

[karasunology]

❝ AM I YOUR LOCKSCREEN? ❞ ❝ YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO SEE THAT. ❞ with KUROO TETSUROU !

How about “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.” kuroo getting caught by his crush who's also his best friend HAHAH

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <3 ❞

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ kuroo tetsurou <3

[ trigger warnings ━ crackhead jae in the house writing at 3 am😔✋ ]

-ˏˋ ✉️ REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN.

⇣ please read the RULES before requesting.

✎ . . . request a prompt from this prompt list and i'll answer 'em !

KUROO TETSUROU.

➜ having a phat juicy crush😋 on kuroo was hard for you

➜ not only has it been going for awhile now, but it has also developed through the mid stages of your friendship

➜ but like ,,, who wouldn't lmao

➜ kuroo is literally such a good friend and somewhat flirty & affectionate to the point that the line between best friends and lovers was just a blur

➜ he would carry your bag for you, help you with your failing grades, reason #2525 why you don't got a significant other😔✋ a thread by jae, & even introduced kenma to you which actually seemed to enjoy your company even if it may not seem like it

➜ he cares a lot about you and does not hesitate to show it, but the problem being was that you didn't know what his intentions were

➜ were they friend based? or perhaps he had other intentions?

➜ these stupid questions that SHOULDN'T even be on your mind, raced along the folds of your brain as all that you could think about was kuroo

➜ and it pushed you in the brink of insanity

➜ and whenever you would hang out alone with kenma, either talking his ears out as if you were a podcast, while playing from his psp, and kuroo would walk in ─ kenma being the observant guy he was, noticed the change of your behaviour

➜ as he noticed that you would prefer hanging out with him alone now rather than with both him and kuroo

➜ being the good best friend he is, and being too tired of this bs and just DATE ALREADY FFS, he arranged a plan of getting you two to atleast be in the same room as each other

➜ and it didn't even take him a hot minute to think of it since bb boy was just too big brain energy and ugh

➜ the power he holds😍

➜ you : i'm so tired of this

➜ kenma : imagine how tired we are? imagine how tired we are of this

➜ the three of you were set to go out for shopping but kuroo and and you knew how kenma was kinda bad with crows so you guys separately offered to go with him not knowing the other was coming

➜ but it was only then when you arrived at a house and being welcomed by the sight of kuroo in casual wear and not of the sounds of kenma's game boy made you rethink all your life decision

➜ you : waIT A MINUTE, WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE

➜ but then a storm said aight imma head in and you didn't have any choice but to accept kuroo's offer of you staying in his house until storm calms down

➜ ugh honestly, kenma + mother nature = matchmaker duo that nobody asked for but needed✋😔😩

➜ there was a weird stuffy and somewhat awkward atmosphere between you two & kuroo was aware of it

➜ you guys watched netflix but didn't chill😔👊

➜ we'll get em next time boys

➜ but doing these made you feel at ease, as you could FEEL the vibrations of kuroo's laugh whenever you would jump on a scene while you unknowingly scooted closer to him

➜ and of course kuroo being kuroo, he never lets this chance of teasing you escape from the window

➜ nosirrr

“ not gonna lie, you could have just said you wanted to get a bit closer to me and i wouldn't reject the idea of cou ─ ” you punched him as he shrieked in pain

➜ everything was going well and UGH i could even go as far as saying that you were cuddling, intentionally or not

➜ sadly, the storm decided it was enough fun for now and ceased, and now after hanging around with kuroo normally for the first time, you didn't wanna leave

➜ but of course you had no reason to stay

➜ as you walked to his front door ready to leave, you remembered you had forgotten your phone on his bed as he quickly went back for it

➜ while looking for your phone as he called it using his, he saw it under the overs. pulling it out to slide on the [ decline ] button, his face was met with a picture of both him and you, but of course all that he could see was him

➜ blinking, he closed the phone before opening it again, making sure that it wasn't just him seeing things

➜ and when it confirmed that he wasn't dreaming, he cover his face with the palm of his hand, burrying it there as he silently screeched with all his might not to come all undone with just that

➜ THIS BOY MAY SEEM LIKE A TOUGH HUGE DOM GUY THAT'S NOT AFRAID TO PUT YOU IN YOUR PLACE, but honestly mans is just a softie for you and is a huge dork don't @ me

➜ running down the stairs as fast as he could with a grin, he handed it back to you, but before you could thank him he spoke first

“ am i your lockscreen? ” his grin widened as he could see a blush tinting on your cheeks while you simultaneously averted your eye contact with him

➜ because suddenly, the most interesting thing as of rn was the wall

“ you're not supposed to see that. ”

➜ you regretted saying it once you saw the shit-eating grin yet bashful expression tugged on kuroo's face

“ uh anyays let me just go now um ─ ”

➜ you went outside his house as you strongly pull the front door shut on the way out, leaving kuroo in a lovesick haze as he grinned all the way back to his room dancing along the halls to a non-existent music, making sure to thank kenma

➜ because you bet that he was going to ask you about it the next day

[madmilkboi]

hi! i loved the “u ask them to buy u a non existent feminine product” that was so fucking funny omg. can i request hcs of kenma, akaashi, iwaizumi, and suna with sleeping habits?

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━🧋⌒*. Their sleeping habits

summary: headcanons of their sleeping habits

genre: fluff fluff and fluff

warnings: subtle mentions of killing on iwa's part

a/n: hii im glad you loved it lmao hehe anyways idk if this is what u wanted, please do tell me if i misunderstood your request 🥺

• kenma's sleeping habit is that he tends to cling on to whatever's beside him

• may it be a person or a pillow

�� and he will get cranky when he doesn't have something to cling on

• he would grab you close to him and rub your back mindlessly

• as you were playing a game on his pc

• a groan came from the bed

• it was 11 almost midnight but Kenma stayed up all day

• now he's fast asleep

• but it seems that his slumber was disrupted

•"Y/n?" He called, you paused the game and turned the swivel chair, facing him

•you were welcomed with a tired pouty kenma with cute bed head

• "What's wrong?" You asked

• he pointed the empty space beside him and you immediately got what he meant

• you exited the game, turned off the pc, and walked to the bed

• a tired smile was formed by his lips

• you sat on the bed and he immediately grabbed your waist

• you were now close to him, you could feel his chest going up and down

• you looked at him and saw that he was immediately put to sleep

• you smiled and pressed a soft kiss on his neck

• you then felt a hand delicately rubbing your back

• you were slowly lulled to sleep by him mindlessly rubbing your back

• and along with that Kenma tends to let out soft snores when he's in deep sleep mywhatacutie

• akaashi has a habit of sleep talking and he has very weird dreams to which he talks about in his sleep

• you would sometimes talk to him while he was sleep talking

• and most of his responses were far from the subject, well what do you expect from a person who's asleep?

• as you were scrolling through your phone a soft yell came from Akaashi

• You peaked from the blanket that you were hiding in and saw that he was asleep

• and so you assumed that he was having weird dreams again

• "if we could shoot the sun that means only one remains" he muttered

• You looked at him weirdly

• "and who or what may that be, Keiji" you asked knowing that his response won't ecen be connected to whatever he was blabbering about earlier

• "The tulips of Switzerland smell nice" he smiled

• you covered your mouth not wanting to disturb your boyfriend's slumber

• You were now assuming that he is now in Switzerland sniffing up flowers

• your hands that covered your mouth couldn't even lower the volume of your incoherent laugh

• And because of that Akaashi woke up

• he looked at you with slightly squinting eyes and pouty lips

• "Y/n?" He grabbed your shoulder and yawned

• "nothing's wrong, Keiji. You can go back to sleep now" you reassured and gave him a kiss on the cheek

• With that he flopped his head on the pillow and went back to his dream land

• you let out soft sigh knowing that later in the morning you and him will have a discussion about his venture in the great alps

• his habits are a combination of Akaashi and Kenma

• Which means he tends to cling on stuff and sleep talk

• But the way he does it is literally something worth witnessing at night

• it's because most of his dreams are about you

• but sometimes his dreams take a wrong turn and he ends up talking about dinosaurs

• youu were folding clothes late at night because you somehow forgot to do it earlier

• While you were putting the clothes on the closet, Hajime started on mumbling incoherent phrases

• You walked up to him and smiled seeing his puffy face

• You went to your side of the bed and gently sat on the foam not wanting to wake him up

• You layed down and faced his back

• Iwaizumi was quick on turning around and pulling you close to him

• you smiled to yourself thinking how lucky you must be to have him

• As your thoughts were wondering to who knows where

• Iwaizumi started on talking

• "Y/n....y/n is nice" he muttered "i'm a lucky bastard" he smiled

• "Ain't that right, Barney?" He chuckled

• "go on kill em all you purple menace" he muttered

• you sighed hearing his dreams were about Barney probably eating civilians

• you closed your eyes, tomorrow morning he would probably talk about him and barney being pals and committing a crime

• Has a habit of sleeping late like hey r u kenma or smth jkjk

• but yeah he has a habit of sleeping when the sun comes out

• But as he sleeps he tends to hold your hand

• Yes he holds your hand when he's asleep

• and why does he end up holding your hand while sleeping?

• It's something that he used to do as a child

• Everytime his mother would lul him to sleep his little hand would hold his mother's finger till he was asleep

• and now he carried that until now

• As you and him were about to finish one last episode from a netflix show

• He suddenly held your hand gently rubbing the back of your palm

• You moved your head to his chest and heaved a sigh

• he then placed his hand on the crown of your hand gently massaging it.

• You closed your eyes, liking the way his hands were massaging your head

• And you soon feel asleep

• Him on the other hand wanted to binge on another show

• And so he carried on watching,hand still entwined with yours

• As the show started to end, the sun then started to rise

• he looked at the clock and let out a silent yawn not wanting to wake you up

• He layed his head on the pillow, facing your sleeping face

• he smiled and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead

• He slowly closed his eyes and slowly drifted to sleep

• After a few hours, you woke up to the T.V. still on and a sleeping Suna

• you sat up, wanting to grab the remote on the edge of the bed you moved your hand

• But Suna was holding it in place

• "My what a clingy baby" you muttered

• "stay here for a while" he placed his other hand on your back and pulled you closer to him

• he slowly lifted your hand and gave it a kiss earning a chuckle from you

• And with that you went back to sleep, smiling at the thought of his little habit of holding your hand

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