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[rouge-fauna]

Today on Transportation Engineering: best sidewalk ever

Honestly, I can’t decide which is dumber, the utility polls going in after the sidewalk or the sidewalk being put in around the existing polls…

[bjlipss]

— bug, part ix.

contents: college!sukuna x weird!reader. weird as in just odd and confusing behaviour but nonetheless cute, nothing pervy-weird. reader wears glasses because yes. really awkward and silly hehe. fem reader should be mentioned. jin and yuuji are here!!!

part viii <- part ix -> part x

you and sukuna are walking back from your afternoon lecture, the sun warm on your shoulders, the spring air sticky with that lazy, golden kind of peace that always hits around 4 p.m. your fingers brush as you walk—like they’re testing the water, seeing if it’s okay to hold on. sometimes you do. sometimes you don’t. today, he keeps his hand close enough that you can if you want.

you kick a pebble ahead of you, watching it skip across the sidewalk, and he hums under his breath. his phone keeps buzzing, but he doesn’t check it, just glances at the screen with a slight twitch in his jaw. he’s not frowning exactly, but his whole vibe is… pinched. distracted.

you nudge him with your elbow. “bad memes again?”

he snorts, but doesn’t answer.

and then—just as you’re about to ask what’s up—a voice cuts through the campus air:

“SUKUNA!”

you both stop in your tracks.

“seriously, pick up your damn phone!” comes another voice—higher, lighter, and far too cheerful for how public this moment is becoming.

you turn just in time to see a tall man jogging up the campus path, one hand waving in the air, the other wrapped around the wrist of a tiny, pink-haired child who’s practically vibrating with excitement.

“UNCLE SUKUUUUNAAAA!” the kid shrieks.

he barrels into sukuna’s legs like a rocket, clinging to him with the fearless enthusiasm only kid can pull off. sukuna doesn’t even stumble—just plants his feet, jaw clenched, while the kid starts talking at a hundred miles per hour about juice boxes and frogs and something called “angry dinosaur mode.”

your boyfriend looks like he’s malfunctioning.

“what the hell are you doing here,” sukuna grits, glancing around like he wants to teleport into the earth. “jin, are you serious?”

“you weren’t answering your phone,” jin says, completely unfazed, ruffling yuuji’s hair. “i got worried. figured i’d swing by and make sure you weren’t dead.”

sukuna scowls. “i was in class.”

“you were not in class twenty minutes ago when i called you five times in a row,” jin replies, smug. then, noticing you, his whole expression brightens. “oh! you must be the mystery girl i know nothing about.”

your eyebrows shoot up. “uh. i mean. maybe. probably?”

jin laughs and extends a hand. “i’m jin. sukuna’s brother. and this little guy is yuuji, my son.”

yuuji tugs on your sleeve immediately. “hi! you’re really pretty! do you know about frogs? i have one. not a real one. a toy one.”

you blink and the grin at him. “i would love to hear about your frog.”

sukuna groans. “this is my nightmare.”

—

you’re supposed to part ways right after—sukuna mumbles something about going back to his dorm, and you start to offer him an out. but then yuuji grabs your hand with his tiny, slightly sticky fingers and says, “you have to come to our house. we have dinosaur nuggets and i’ll let you name my frog.”

and that’s how you end up in the back seat of jin’s car, listening to kung fu fighting on the radio while yuuji gives you a passionate summary of paw patrol lore.

sukuna sits beside you with his arms crossed, legs spread, glaring at the dashboard like it insulted him personally. but every now and then, you catch him sneaking glances at you—like he’s trying to gauge if you’re annoyed or overwhelmed or secretly plotting your escape.

you aren’t.

you’re smiling. nodding along to yuuji’s wild stories. making jin laugh with your half-hearted dinosaur impressions. like you belong there already.

sukuna feels something dangerous and warm unfurling in his chest.

—

the house is cozy and lived-in—wooden floors, sun-faded rugs, drawings taped to the fridge. you help jin in the kitchen while sukuna and yuuji chase each other around the couch, shrieking laughter echoing off the walls.

you glance over your shoulder and catch sukuna lifting yuuji into the air like he weighs nothing, both of them laughing as he threatens to “yeet him into the next zip code”. your heart flips, a grin splitting your face.

“he’s good with him,” you say quietly.

jin smiles, handing you a pair of tongs. “he raised him for a while, you know. back when things were hard.”

you turn to him, surprised. “really?”

“mm.” he leans against the counter. “our parents weren’t the greatest. and i was struggling after yuuji was born. couldn’t even afford daycare. so ryomen stepped up. no complaints, no questions. just—helped.”

you glance back at the living room, where sukuna is currently covered in couch cushions and pretending to be crushed.

“he doesn’t talk about that,” you murmur.

“no. he doesn’t.” jin smiles softly. “but i think you’re good for him. he’s been… lighter. since you showed up.”

you open your mouth to say something back. but nothing comes.

because the truth is, you’re not even sure how it happened.

you just like him.

and he keeps choosing you back.

—

after dinner—warm and chaotic and full of second servings and juice spills—yuuji passes out on the couch, curled up in a pile of blankets with a stuffed frog clutched to his chest.

jin shoos you and sukuna upstairs with a wink. “go show her your cringe teenage posters.”

“don’t,” sukuna mutters, dragging you by the wrist, “say another word.”

his room is… small. cluttered. a little dusty. it smells like old cologne and nostalgia. it has some of yuuji’s toys and the half opened drawer is full of random stuff, but part of sukuna is still in the room.

you take it in slowly—the peeling bleach poster, the crooked bookshelf, the pile of old basketball jerseys stuffed into the closet corner. there’s a cracked basketball trophy on the shelf and a sticker-covered lamp by the bed.

there’s a picture frame turned face-down on the desk. you don’t ask.

you sit on the edge of the bed while sukuna flops down beside you, staring at the ceiling.

“sorry about all that,” he mutters.

you smile. “i liked it.”

he glances over. “you… did?”

“mhm. your brother’s nice. and yuuji’s basically the coolest person i’ve ever met.”

“he’s a menace,” sukuna says, but his voice is soft. proud.

you lean against him, resting your cheek on his shoulder.

and then, after a beat—he says quietly, “i didn’t wanna be like our dad. so i tried. with yuuji. even if i fucked up sometimes.”

your chest aches. not with pity, but with something bigger. something heavier. something warm.

“you didn’t fuck up,” you whisper. “you were there. that’s what matters.”

he doesn’t answer. just shifts, turns slightly, and pulls you closer. your heart stutters.

his breath is slow, steady against your hair. his hand finds yours, fingers tangling together. it’s so gentle you could cry.

“you fit,” he says quietly.

“huh?”

“in my life,” he clarifies. “you just… fit.”

you turn to look up at him, stunned.

“i want you to come over more,” he murmurs.

you blink up at him. “okay.”

“like. often.”

“okay.”

“like. maybe forever.”

you smile. slow and sure.

he turns toward you, hand coming up to brush a stray strand of hair out of your face.

you nod, heart thundering.

“okay.”

he leans in, brushing a kiss to your forehead. you melt into him like you were made for it.

and for the first time in a long time, sukuna thinks maybe home isn’t a place or a childhood memory or a messy room in his brother’s house.

maybe it’s this.

you.

right here.

now.

[cryptidghostgirl]

hiii can i request a silly little scene i have in my head? ok so!

alastor x wife! reader- theyve been together since they were alive, legit partners in crime they both encouraged eachother to kill and when they reunited in hell after around 8 years they were independent once again UNTIL They got in trouble with Lilith and she took reader to be like her slave until Alastor finished helping Charie with her dream (until he helped prove that demons can be redeemed) so they didnt see each other for another 7 years (his absence)

And all throughout the first season hes like “I miss my wife, Husk. I miss her a lot” (while drunk-) like that one sonic dub meme and starts shaping his shadow creature into reader and talking to it and everyone is like “m yep he’s officially lost it.”

BUT then Sir Pentious is redeemed and Lilith sees and shes like “damn :/“ and send reader to the new hotel via portal and reader just. falls on the ground in front of the big entrance and everyone hears it and they rush out and Alastor is quiet, wide eyed and reader goes smth like “i know- i shouldnt have accepted it in your name but-“ blah blah she rambles on about it and Alastor just goes “Youre as beautiful as the day I los you.” LIKE THAT HEARYBREAKING SCENE FROM HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON 2 ;-; and everyone reacts in their own way

I REALLY NEED THIS BUT I LACK THE ABILITIES TO DO IT HEEELP (love u)

A/N oh bestie,, i got you. I was actually planning on something similar where Alastor was getting drunk at a bar and talking about the love of his life (I'm still gonna write that one too but I really like this prompt!!) You guys really come up with the best requests, please keep sending them in.

Fuel and the Fire (Alastor x Wife!Partner-in-Crime!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: ANGST also bad words (idk why i wrote the warnings like this). Also Angel Dust is in this one and I love him but he is a warning on his own.

Word Count: 2,392

Master Lists:

Master Lists 

Hazbin Hotel Master List

Alastor and Y/n, partners in crime, the fuel and the fire. On a first glance, it would be assumed she was his fuel, the coal and dry leaves he fed himself by. Once anyone got to know them -- and god, what trouble a person was in if they got to know them -- they quickly realized it was the other way around.

Hand in hand from day one, from childhood. Running from the cops, washing the blood off one another's faces. In the living world and life after death, nothing could tear them apart. He was the soil she planted herself in, he was her rock and Y/n? Well she was Alastor's everything. He'd do anything at all for her, all she had to do was ask.

For a decade, they terrified the living world. They were the reason to double check the lock on the door before bed, they were the ominous shadow at the corner. When cold death wrapped them in his reckless grasp, they turned their terror on Hell.

The pair made a name for themselves quickly, filling up the airwaves and making waves in the underworld. For generations, they reigned supreme. For generations, they knew no fear. Then one day, they simply disappeared.

When Alastor reappeared on the streets seven years later without his shadow, the town was alight with gossip. No one knew where he had been, where she still was, or why he had returned but Alastor quickly rebuilt his operation, setting up shop at Lucifer's daughter's Hazbin Hotel along with several of the souls he owned.

The hotel's other residents and workers were distrustful of the man, to say the least. He was shifty, wore a constant smile, and rumors circled around him like birds of prey. That was until about three months into his stay, at least.

Angel hadn't meant to eavesdrop. He'd been coming down to the bar for a drink and a rant of his own when he'd heard the familiar, crackling voice of the Hotel's host.

"I just... I miss her so much, Husk."

He sounded sad, utterly dejected. Angel crouched down on the staircase, hiding his slim body behind one of the ornate posts supporting the railing.

"You keep saying that but do nothing to go find her. She disappeared the same time as you, you know." came Husk's gruff reply.

"I know she did."

"You keep saying that, acting like you know something. Admit it: you don't know shit, Alastor."

Alastor's radio waves faltered, squeaking slightly. Angel tensed in terror, wondering if he'd been found out. This was clearly a private conversation, and the Radio Demon was testy at the best of times. Right now he seemed positively furious.

"Don't test me, Husk." Alastor said after a moment, breaking the tense silence, "She... we both got roped into something. I am doing my part, she is doing hers."

Angel straightened himself up, deciding it was high time he entered the room. He still wanted that drink, after all. He let his feet fall heavily on the stairs, alerting the others to his presence. Husk turned toward the sound, meeting Angel's eyes as he entered the bar. Alastor, on the other hand, kept his back to the spider demon.

Taking a seat beside Alastor, Husk immediately poured Angel a drink and slid it across the counter towards him.

"So, tough night, Smiles?" Angel asked, turning to Alastor who downed the rest of his drink in a single gulp.

"I don't know what you're talking about, my good fellow." Alastor hummed in response.

There was a threat in his voice, but Angel could tell the demon's heart wasn't in it. Everything was just, odd.

"Yeah... sure..." Angel scoffed, taking a sip of his own drink.

"Radio man was crying to me about his wife five seconds ago." Husk grumbled and Angel's eyes went wide.

"You have a wife?" he asked, turning back to Alastor, "I mean, I get it. I'm in to the whole 'tall dark and creepy' thing too but, you care about someone? I don’t know if I can see it.”

Alastor's eyes narrowed as he turned on Husk. The cat demon rolled his eyes in a brazen display of disrespect. He knew his master well, knew this was the only thing he had any leverage with the man on. With a deep breath, Alastor placed his hands firmly on the bar top and pulled himself to his feet. Not saying another word, he disappeared into his shadows.

That had been the first odd occurrence. Of course Angel had told Charlie and Charlie had told everyone, had even approached Alastor about it. The Radio Demon brushed it all off with skill and for a while, things were quiet.

About a month later, the second strange thing began happening. Alastor had always had a certain sway over shadows, everyone knew that. However, he very rarely used them, brought them out if it wasn't to hide him or take him where he needed to be. Then, suddenly, one began to follow him.

"Uh, Alastor?" Charlie had timidly approached him the first time she saw this happening.

"Yes, Charlie my dear?" Alastor asked, turning to face her as he tossed his microphone in the air, catching it neatly in the center of the stand.

"Well, we were just wondering if everything was... okay?" she asked, her hands behind her back and a pointed gaze on the shadow.

"If everything..." Alastor trailed off, following the path of Charlie's gaze and realizing what was going on, "No, no my dear. Everything is quite all right, quite alright indeed."

"Well, okay... If you say so." Charlie had relented after a few moments, unsure of what else to do.

Eventually, the members of the Hazbin Hotel grew used to the shadows, they too slipped out of their minds. Overcome with impending doom of the extermination just a month away, Alastor's strange behavior was no longer a priority.

That had been until the third odd occurrence came into being. It was Sir Pentious who had noticed it first, drawing it to the group's attention as Alastor walked through the lobby and past the group doing trust exercises there on his way to some meeting or another with the other overlords.

"Sir Pentious?" Charlie had called, trying to bring him back to earth as he watched the place Alastor had occupied, "Sir Pentious?"

"Pentious!" Vaggie yelled and his head snapped to her, "You're not coming up with some new plan to attack Alastor, are you?"

"No!" he quickly exclaimed, waving his hands frantically in the air, "Not at all just..."

"What?" Vaggie asked through gritted teeth, advancing a step forward, her spear in hand.

"It's just... doesn't that shadow Alastor has had following him well.... doesn't it kind of look like a woman?"

Husk broke out into wild laughter while Angel widened his eyes.

"Oh, he's definitely lost it now." Husk exclaimed as he calmed himself, clutching his stomach, "If I knew Y/n was the secret to breaking him down, I woulda done something about it years ago."

"No you wouldn't have, ya big talker." Angel teased, elbowing the cat demon lightly.

"Y/n?" Sir Pentious asked.

"Alastor's wife. That was her name." Husk replied.

"Did you know her?" Charlie asked.

Alastor had left the hotel, the threat that had held their questions at bay for months was gone and the topic was right. Husk nodded.

"So, what's she like?" Angel asked suggestively, "Is she more of a dom? Does deer boy like to get dicked down by his lady?"

"Gross." Charlie shook her head, her hands to her temples, "I do not want to know that."

"She's a good kid." Husk said after a moment, "She's nice..."

He trailed off.

"But?" Vaggie prompted, sensing there was more that he wanted to say.

Husk sighed.

"If you think Alastor is trouble, she's a fucking house fire set for the insurance money."

"So probably not interested in being a guest." Charlie dejectedly stated.

Husk shrugged.

"You never know. It has been seven years since anyone has seen her. Alastor allegedly knows where she's at but, he hasn't gone after her. Just keeps whining to me about it so, I don't know. Maybe she's changed. I doubt it though. Sweet as a pea, sharp as a knife."

Charlie had never felt such relief as when she learned Alastor had not died in the chaos of the battle. The hotel was destroyed, heaven was pissed, Sir Pentious had died but, at least he was alright. They rebuilt the hotel, Alastor's same shadow of a woman trailing after him wherever he went. After about a week, thanks to all the angelic and demonic powers involved in the construction, the new Hotel was finished.

It was just as they put the finishing touches on the place, hung the portrait of Sir Pentious they'd commissioned above the fire place, that a portal opened in the lobby. Everyone tensed, banding together behind Charlie and Alastor. Angels were coming, they were sure of it.

A crash echoed from the other side, a sharp yell and then something tumbled through the portal. With a flash, the portal disappeared behind the shape of a person huddled on the floor. She coughed violently.

Alastor's eyes went wide. Everyone else was too distracted to notice, but if they'd have been paying attention, they would have seen his shadow disappear.

The girl was filthy, her clothes torn and her hair tangled. She let out another, sharp cough before slowly lifting her head. Alastor took a trembling step forward.

"Y/n?" he asked, his voice soft in disbeleif.

A smile, wide and sharp, split the woman's bruised face in two.

"Hey hun, I'm home."

In a flash, he was at her side, helping her to her feet, checking her for wounds.

"Jesus, Y/n." he sighed, "You're a mess."

"I know."

"Y/n-"

"I know. I shouldn't have done it, you don't need to lecture me. I didn't have a choice. It was you or me, Al. I couldn't... I can't... I had to. You've gotta understand."

"Sweetheart-"

Y/n cut him off again, her speech a single, constant, stressed-out stream.

"It was stupid, I know. I know. I really do but, she gave me the option and I couldn't say no cause then if I said no you'd really be the one in trouble a-"

Alastor raised a hand gently to her cheek and Y/n's words caught in her throat. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes at last.

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you."

His voice was soft, so quiet the others could barely hear him. Y/n's cheeks flushed a bright pink. Her hands found the lapels of his jacket, holding them lightly.

"I.." she stuttered, her mind racing.

With a sigh and a slight shake of her head, she gave up in the search for words and buried herself in his chest. Alastor wrapped his arms around Y/n, pressing her tightly into his frame.

"God, I missed you." she said, her voice muffled by the fabric.

Alastor pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

"I love you." she continued, "I'm so sorry."

Alastor pulled her off of him, leaning down the slightest bit so they were eye to eye. Y/n, wiped a stray tear away, letting out a slight, sad laugh. Alastor's eyes traversed her face, caressing every crevasse.

"I'm so glad your alright but, I don't understand." he said at last, "How are you back? The deal..."

Y/n nodded and Alastor's eyes went wider still. Leaning on Alastor's shoulder for support, she turned her eyes onto the rest of the group.

"You must be Charlie." she hummed softly, meeting the young demon's gaze.

Taking a deep breath, Charlie stepped forward and nodded.

"Yes, I am. I run the Hazbin Hotel, which is where you are, to help rehabilitate sinners."

"I know." Y/n nodded, her voice quavering slightly, "I've heard so much about you. You... my dear, it worked."

"I- what?" every other question died in Charlie's throat, shock shot through her body like a bullet.

"It worked." Y/n confirmed, "You did it. I had a deal, a deal which Alastor went to your side to get me out of. If you succeeded in redeeming a soul with his aid, I would be free. And here I am."

"Here you are." Alastor repeated, spinning Y/n to face him once again.

She wobbled unsteadily on her feet. Catching sight of this along with the numerous wounds all over her body, Alastor scooped Y/n up into his arms like he did when they had first been married, when they had crossed the first threshold together. Y/n looped her arms around his neck, exhaustion seeping in with the relief as she let her head fall on his chest.

"Vaggie..." Charlie began as she turned to her girlfriend, "you don't think..."

"Pentious?" Vaggie asked and Charlie nodded.

"It's gotta be." Angel confirmed.

"You did good, kid." Husk smiled, patting Charlie on the back.

Y/n raised her head at the sound of a familiar voice, her eyes opening.

"Husker?" she asked with a smile.

The cat demon stepped forward, bowing slightly.

"Husker! I-"

"Enough of that, my love." Alastor cut her off, tapping her nose gently, "You need a shower and some rest. You can meet everyone in the morning."

Y/n crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes as she looked up at her husband.

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise." he sighed.

"Does that mean you're staying?" Charlie asked tentatively and the couple turned to her.

"Whatever the little lady desires." Alastor stated, looking back down at his wife in a lovestruck daze.

"Yes, Charlie. We're staying." Y/n laughed, "Things need to start changing around here and I don't see anyone else doing a god damn thing to make that happen except for you."

"I.." Charlie was speechless, the kindness this fear inspiring woman was directing towards her, having never met her before. What Husk had said made sense, she smiled, "Thank you. I don't know what you did, but that you both so much."

"Anything for my favorite girl." Alastor kissed Y/n softly.

"Oh, get a room." Angel scoffed, rolling his eyes.

[elvensorceress]

know that I'm with you the only way that I can be

eddie & bobby, implied pre-buddie | gap filler in the middle of LabRats | rated: G | 2K

Eddie accepts the call and hadn’t even looked at the name. It’s not Buck. And it’s not a FaceTime. Which is surprising on both counts but not unwelcome. It hits him with a rolling wave of homesickness though. Still. Eddie smiles when he answers. “Hey, Cap. How’s it going?”

“Hi, Eddie,” Bobby says. “It’s good to hear your voice. It’s not the same without you around.”

God, he feels that. Nothing is the same without his team. But Eddie has Chris. They’ll be okay. “I miss you, too. Sorry, I should have called you sooner. I’ve been thinking about you though.”

“Me too. And don’t worry about that. How is Christopher? Are you two settling in out there?” 

Eddie glances in the direction of the living area where Chris is on the sofa playing a solitary round of racing against the game. Where Eddie’s son is happy and they’re back together, Diaz boys against the world, and Eddie couldn’t ask for anything else. 

Maybe he can ask for a few things. Like something to fill the Buck shaped hole in his chest. But he’s not pushing his luck here. 

He still has Buck. They talk all the time. Every day. 

“Chris is good. Moved back in with me a couple weeks ago. We’re so much better. It’s great. What about you? How’s Athena? And the kids?” Eddie should really call May and see how school is going. She texts him silly memes and instagram posts every so often, and sometimes makes fun of whatever Josh has posted about Glee this week. As she should.

“That’s great, Eddie. I’m so glad you two worked it out.”

“Me too, Cap. Holy hell, me too.” Eddie waits for a moment, hoping Bobby will answer his questions. 

He doesn’t. 

Maybe Eddie should ask again? 

Or maybe something happened? 

“Is there,” Eddie starts and how does he even ask. What does he ask? “A reason you called me?” 

“Yes,” Bobby answers. 

Eddie checks the time and the calendar, and A Shift should be off the clock by now. Should be. But they were on the last shift. They were on not long ago. 

“Did something happen?” Eddie asks lightly, trying not to worry. He doesn’t need to worry. He’s not worrying.

“Yes.”

Fuck. Okay. So. He’s worrying. Eddie’s heart immediately pounds. There could be lightning or earthquakes or psychotic kidnappers, and any one of his team could be in trouble. 

“Is it,” Eddie swallows hard and has to know. He can know. He can take it. God, please don’t let it be Buck. Please don’t let something happen to Eddie’s partner because Eddie left him and isn’t there. “Is it Buck? Did something happen with Buck?”

“No. Not exactly. He’s safe as far as I know. He’s been with Athena.” 

Okay. Then Eddie can breathe a little again. “Who then? What happened?”

There’s a pause before Bobby answers and Eddie can hear something in the background of the call but has no idea what it could even be. “I can’t give you many details. I don’t have much time.” 

He doesn’t have much time. Bobby. Doesn’t have much time. 

Bobby doesn’t have much time. 

(read on AO3)

[ducksido]

If you're comfortable with it could I request headcanons for leona, ruggie, rook and lilia (with lilia it can be platonic or romantic whichever you prefer) with a fem reader that escaped an abusive household to go to nrc and had been struggling with self worth and the desire to continue on but after some time settling in and becoming close to the boys she tells them one day she feels like life is worth living again since meeting them

Thanks!

Leona Kingscholar

Leona initially notices something off about you before you even say a word. You flinch at raised voices, are overly apologetic, and downplay your own achievements.

He doesn’t push. Instead, he treats you like you deserve space and respect—which, ironically, is what makes you begin to trust him.

He naps around you more often, and when he sees you’re spiraling, he’ll casually pull you down beside him like, “You’re overthinking again. Lie down. Rest.”

As your friendship (or relationship) deepens, he becomes quietly protective. Anyone who dares speak down to you gets a cold glare that promises consequences.

The day you tell him, voice trembling, “I think… I want to keep going. Because of you. I finally feel like living is worth it,” his expression softens in a way no one else ever gets to see.

He pulls you into a firm embrace, burying his face in your shoulder. “‘Bout damn time you saw what I’ve seen in you.”

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie grew up rough too—not the same, but enough to recognize certain survival habits. He notices how alert you always are, the way you brush off kindness.

He brings you snacks “just ‘cause,” teases you gently, and drags you into helping him with errands so you’ll stop isolating yourself.

Eventually, he gives you a pep talk, full of sharp honesty: “You matter more than you think. People like us—we’re tougher than we look. But you? You deserve more than just surviving.”

He’s always upbeat on the surface, but when you finally open up about your past and how much better you’ve been feeling lately, he freezes—then breaks into the softest, proudest grin.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t make me cry or nothin’. I’m really glad, though. Like, really glad. You deserve to feel that.”

He jokes afterward to ease the mood, but he holds your hand a little tighter for the rest of the day.

Rook Hunt

Rook is perceptive to an eerie degree. He doesn’t know your full story, but he sees the pain behind your smile and treats it with quiet reverence.

He compliments you earnestly—not just your looks, but your courage, your kindness, your patience. Things no one’s probably ever praised you for.

You often catch him watching you with a bittersweet smile when you laugh or get excited—like he’s watching someone rediscover light after living in shadows.

When you finally say it—that being around him has made you want to live, made you feel seen and valued—he doesn’t speak right away.

Instead, he gently takes your hand and kisses the back of it, voice low and filled with emotion. “Mademoiselle, to inspire such a rebirth in your spirit… I am honored beyond words.”

That night, he paints a small portrait of you smiling—his way of immortalizing the moment you chose life again.

Lilia Vanrouge (Can be romantic or platonic)

Lilia is deceptively lighthearted, but he catches on quickly to your hesitance, your inner battles. He’s old—he’s seen too many stories like yours.

He tries to bring comfort through warmth: silly memes, hot tea, reassuring shoulder touches. He never judges.

On the bad days, he sits with you silently, letting you talk when you’re ready, or playing soft music while you rest your head in his lap.

When you open up—eyes welling up as you admit that you’re still here because of him—he gently cups your cheeks, eyes shimmering with pride and sorrow.

“Oh, sweetheart… you’ve always had that strength in you. I’m just glad I could be someone who reminded you it was there.”

He hums an old lullaby afterward while holding you close, as if warding off the darkness that once ruled your world.

[gilbertscurls]

Heyyy so i could get this request where reader is triplets bsf since they were young and reader did vid with them on car like who knows reader better and fans notice how Chris looks at her and makes edits of them both and the eventually confess their love and thank youu

hope you like it!! <3

Sparks Fly ➵ Chris Sturniolo

You’d known Chris Sturniolo and his brothers for as long as you could remember. Growing up with triplets meant your life was always a whirlwind of laughter, chaos, and inside jokes that no one else could understand. Chris had always been your person, though. Even when you were kids, he was the one who sat with you during movie nights, who remembered your favorite candy, and who sent you memes late at night just to make you laugh. He was your best friend—the kind of friendship that made everything feel easy.

That is, until recently.

The three of them had started their YouTube channel a couple of years ago, and it blew up faster than anyone had expected. You were always around, whether it was helping them brainstorm video ideas, holding the camera, or appearing in their challenges. You’d been in a bunch of their videos, just another one of the guys. That’s how it had always been: you, Matt, Nick, and Chris. But lately, things had changed. Or maybe it was just you who had changed.

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment you realized you had feelings for Chris—real feelings, the kind that made your stomach flip whenever he smiled at you, the kind that made your heart race when his hand brushed yours. Maybe it was during one of your late-night conversations when he opened up about his dreams, or maybe it was when he laughed so hard at one of your jokes that he snorted. Either way, your feelings were undeniable now, and it terrified you.

Because this wasn’t just any guy. This was Chris. Your best friend. And if things went wrong, you could lose him.

But then there was that video—the one that had changed everything.

It was one of those classic “Who Knows Me Better?” challenges. Chris was in the backseat of the car, next to Nick, while you sat up front, turning around every now and then when you asked ridiculous questions about yourself. “What’s my favorite snack?” “What movie do I quote the most?” It was silly, fun, like every other video you’d done with them.

But when the video went live, the fans saw something you hadn’t.

Within hours, the comment section exploded.

“Is anyone else noticing the way Chris looks at Y/N? 😍”

“Chris is definitely in love with her, right? Or am I imagining things??”

“The way he smiled when he got the answer right... I’m SCREAMING!”

You scrolled through the comments, heat rising to your cheeks. What were they talking about? You and Chris were just friends. That’s all you’d ever been. But when you rewatched the video, you couldn’t unsee it. The way his eyes lingered on you a little too long, the way his smile softened whenever you spoke. It made your heart ache with a hope you weren’t ready to face.

And then the edits started.

Fans put together clips from all the videos you’d been in with Chris—the little moments you hadn’t noticed before. Him reaching out to help you down from a ledge, the way he would always sit next to you without thinking, how he’d glance at you between takes, like you were the only person in the room. It wasn’t just the fans anymore. Even Matt and Nick started teasing him, dropping hints about how “someone” had a crush.

It was overwhelming. You spent days replaying every interaction, every look, every smile, trying to figure out what it all meant. Did Chris really feel the same way about you? And if he did, what would that mean for your friendship? You couldn’t bear the thought of losing him, of ruining what you had. But it was getting harder and harder to ignore the growing tension between you.

One afternoon, you found yourself at their house again, just like always. You and Chris were in his room, lounging on his bed, the afternoon sun spilling in through the curtains. The air felt thick, charged with all the unspoken feelings hanging between you. He was scrolling through his phone when he let out a soft groan.

“Ugh, the fans are relentless,” he muttered, glancing over at you.

“What do you mean?” you asked, trying to sound casual, but your heart was already racing.

He turned his phone to show you. It was another edit—this time, it was a montage of every time he had looked at you with that soft, almost dreamy expression. You felt a lump form in your throat as you watched it. It was undeniable now.

You swallowed hard, forcing a smile. “They really love their shipping, huh?”

Chris laughed, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He sat up, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, they do. But… it’s kinda weird, isn’t it? I mean, we’re just friends.”

Your heart dropped. There it was—he had said it. Friends. That’s all you were, all you ever would be. You felt your chest tighten, and you were about to brush it off, make some joke to change the subject, when Chris spoke again, his voice quieter now.

“Unless… I don’t know. Maybe they’re not completely wrong.”

You blinked, your breath catching in your throat. “What do you mean?”

He looked at you then, really looked at you, his blue eyes filled with uncertainty and something else, something that made your heart pound in your chest.

“I mean… maybe they’re seeing something I’ve been too scared to admit,” he said softly. “I don’t want to mess this up, but… Y/N, I think I’ve been falling for you for a while now. I just didn’t want to ruin what we have.”

Your mind was spinning, trying to process his words. Was this really happening? Did Chris just say he had feelings for you?

“Chris…” you started, your voice barely a whisper. “I—”

“I know it’s a lot,” he interrupted quickly, his cheeks flushed with nerves. “And if you don’t feel the same way, we can just forget I said anything. I don’t want to lose you, Y/N.”

You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes. “No, Chris, that’s not it. I… I’ve been trying to hide it too. I’ve been scared because I didn’t want to lose you either. But the truth is… I’ve had feelings for you for a long time.”

His eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, slowly, a smile spread across his face, the kind that made your heart skip a beat every time.

“Really?” he asked, his voice filled with hope.

You nodded, feeling the weight of all your fears finally lift. “Yeah. Really.”

Before you could say anything else, Chris leaned forward, closing the distance between you. His lips met yours in a soft, tentative kiss, and it felt like everything you’d ever wanted but had been too afraid to hope for. The kiss was sweet, filled with all the unspoken feelings that had been building between you for so long.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were smiling, and for the first time in what felt like forever, everything made sense.

“So,” Chris said, his voice light and teasing, “do you think the fans are gonna freak out when they find out we’re actually together now?”

You laughed, your heart full. “Oh, they’re definitely going to freak out. But I don’t care. I’m just happy we finally figured it out.”

Chris grinned, pulling you into another kiss, and you knew, without a doubt, that this was the start of something incredible.

tag list: @stuwniolo, @sturnobsessedwh0re, @matts-myloverboy, @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut, @lizzymacdonald06, @asherrisrandom, @sturniolowhore69

[fillinforlater]

Mildly Unfair

Male Reader x Yu Jimin (Karina), Kwon Eunbi, Jang Wonyoung

Length: 1656 words

Tags: titfuck, titfuck, titfuck (?), cumshot, rivalry

TW: no editing and terrible analogies hahaha

Inspiration: @capslocked for the (meme) idea

(A/N: You literally voted for the ending to this and I wrote it accordingly. The idea came from @capslocked but I want to give @kaedespicelatte a shoutout for pushing the "Wony busty" agenda. Here is my take on it.)

"Wha-wha-what the hell?"

The sliding door is only half-way open when a wide-eyed Wonyoung is already eager to enter the room through the small gap. Her petite, long body easily passes through, something the two women before you might have struggled with. Unlike Wonyoung, they carry a certain package with them at all times—and said package has you groaning like a wild animal for a couple of minutes now.

"Stop it!" Wonyoung complains, deaf, lust riddled ears unwilling to let her two older friends know about her issue. You'd gladly help her out, really, but your eyes are glued on your erection which is in quite the predicament.

"Shut up," Karina hushes back at Wonyoung, dainty fingers circling your swollen cockhead, tits spilling out from her bra already. No surprise there, she usually wears clothes a size too small and with the bountifulness of her chest, the black lace can barely keep up. "You're not really needed here."

"She is right," Eunbi says softly, dress already around her ankles, lusty hands spreading warm lube over her breasts. She gets on her knees next to Karina and helps the younger to make everything a wet, glistening mess. "He wants something you can't give, Wony."

'Fuck' is all you have to contribute when your manhood is suddenly trapped from both sides in the soft grasp of two pairs of melons. Karina joins you, her moans a lot more unhinged, especially when Eunbi rids her of the tiny bra with a soft smile. 

Eunbi's smile is always soft, loving, and motherly. She is older and absolutely confident in her sexuality. It's this confidence that has gotten this friend group away from "just" hanging out, playing games and partying to a lot more intimate activities.

"Rina, your nipples are so hot, come and rub them over me," Eunbi urges her friend with a laugh that has Karina flushed even stronger than before. Long gone is the hesitant girl, unsure and self-aware of her cup size; she is already in heat and squeezes her tits together to arouse Eunbi with the hard, light brown nipples atop a large arolae. 

"Unnie, you're hot too, ahh!"

"Uhm, hello? I'm here too, you horny fucks!" Wonyoung shouts and climbs on the bed you're sitting on. "Hey you, say something."

That whine must have been directed at you, but you focus on Karina and the valley of her silky boobs rubbing along your sides, stimulating the skin of your shaft while Eunbi licks the slit stopping every now and then to teasingly blow on your tip. Enough reasons to throw your head back and completely ignore Wonyoung, who crosses her arms and looks down at you.

"Like I said," Eunbi addresses Wonyoung, still calm, unworried, your glands twirled between two fingers. "You can't help us. There is no shame in having small boobs, it's just that they can't do this."

"But I can!"

This is ridiculous, but when you look past it, all there is is Karina tit fucking her massive, gorgeous ballons up and down your entire length. Wet sloppy sounds become louder, messier when she sticks out her tongue and drools on your tip. You can't believe that your formerly abashed friend can rival Eunbi with the sluttiness of her expression and the things her mouth can do.

You groan and cup her face with your admittedly sweaty fingers. Karina locks eyes with you, never stops to fuck your cock silly and to get you even closer to heaven, she gets a wet kiss by Eunbi on her rosy cheek. You are ready to blast, early, but Karina has really earned a load on her pretty face and pretty fat tits. But suddenly Eunbi stops Karina's last surge for your climax.

"Okay, Rina, we'll let her do it," she says.

"Eh? What? You must be kidding!" a visibly upset and horny Karina groans. However, Eunbi has trained her well. She pulls away, reluctance only in her gaze. Eunbi gives her another of those motherly smiles and Karina settles next to her, away from your parted legs, away from your glowing, throbbing cock.

Wonyoung gleefully gets in front of you and presses her full, pink lips on what she often calls 'hers'. Yes, she tries really hard to get you to be only hers, but two equally beautiful women with other benefits are right there, sharing a few pecks and fondling each other's curves. 

"Look at me," Wonyoung proudly announces and places your shaft in between her tiny hills, pressing them together and almost making you feel a hint of softness. Almost.

“I am looking, but feel, I do nothing,” you mock her and from the corner of your eyes see Karina taunt the skinny girl—in before Eunbi cups her puffy pussy to make her forget the blazing rod she could be pumping right now. It is doubtful that she can fully forget it though, the amount of times she has thrown a horny gaze to your crotch puts your bank account to shame.

“Y-you’re lying!” Wonyoung whines, almost cries out, with an uncanny desolateness in her usually confident and demanding voice. You can’t help but pity her a bit. “Admit it: my boobs are the best.”

“They are great, but you don’t have to give me a titjob for that,” you try to reason calmly. Wonyoung is having none of that today. Again. 

“No. Tell them, tell everyone, even your weird friends on Discord that I am the bustiest, I have the biggest and bestest boobs of all of them.”

“Wonyoung,

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

This is getting out of hand, like Wonyoung’s mounds. She tries to squeeze them tighter against you, but repeatedly slides over them. Her palms smack your cock in a very unarousing manner. Combine that with the absolute lack of stimulation from her chest, you go limp quickly. Even Wonyoung’s adorable, fuckable expression isn’t enough to salvage this.

Luckily for you, Eunbi saves the day, like she did so many times. She quietly urges Karina to tackle Wonyoung while she takes the vacant spot in between your knees. In the blink of an eye, the mature face of your Noona replaces that of Wonyoung, which is now buried in Karina’s bazookas. 

“I’m sorry about this,” Eunbi whispers, her initial smile fading for something more sinister, still lewd, but in an imposing way that you know all too well. “I’ll fix this, if you’re ready or not.”

You’re never ready for the way she just spits in her hands, nails painted in some color that in no time will flash up and down when she jerks your cock beyond any reasonable stimulation. All the blood that has been rushing away from it turns around asap, getting you embarrassingly hard embarrassingly swiftly.

“N-no need to be sorry. Fuck.”

“I know you can’t resist me, not even my hand. You’d cum on my tits by just looking at them. That’s why I’m better than both of them.”

Is she right? Maybe. She is making a great case for herself, her soft hand suddenly stopping the up and down movement in favor of slaps against her milky meat bags. Eunbi knows you won’t loudly admit to her superiority, but she also knows how she can remove all doubt about it. Small hands move from a large cock to the largest, most perfectly shaped breasts in at least the radius of one meter (Karina is still right there after all—why is she choking Wonyoung—why are their fingers deep in their pussies?), and Eunbi makes sure your cock disappears in them. 

Warm and soft, somewhat like a pussy and still completely different. Eunbi looks at you, expectantly, threatening, you better have a good reaction to her—her titfuck starts violently and you crash back onto the bed with a gasp that has Karina and Wonyoung perking up from their fight (GONE SEXUAL). 

Sexual feels like an understatement for the way Eunbi’s boobies have you on the verge of insanity. She moves them up and down and has you reaching for something up, something down, but all you find are pillows (suspiciously smelling like Wonyoung) and Eunbi’s hair. Nevermind, the second is a great option. You pull on it like it’s the break to a crashing train and the Noona tries to kill you with a stare.

“What are you doing?” she growls.

“Y-you’re too fast, pl-please—”

“No.”

No, your hand in her hair does not matter, she is still absolutely destroying you with her melons. Eunbi’s fun bags are now murder weapons, slashing you, ready to make you release a liquid all over them. In all honesty (you can’t tell her that), it feels fantastic, and an orgasm will be a blissful ride on the clouds, but you don’t want to give it to her. 

“I want Karina.”

“No.”

“I want Karina.”

“No!”

“Unnie!” Karina shouts and stands up, her pussy leaking onto the floor. “He wants me. Your Wony-experiment failed, now I get my rightful load.”

“Ugh, fine.” Your cock is free, Eunbi is livid, though her face can never get rid of this motherly look. It’s endearingly cute in a wicked way. “Fucking take him, I don’t care.”

“I’m here.” Karina’s soft skin presses around you, so much more careful. Her face is bright, porcelain skin ready to be painted like a canvas. Her ears perk up when she hears your groan. Her full lips are slightly parted, her large eyes are dreamy, hungry, ready for you to burst. “Cum, please.”

Your cock erupts all over the perfect, angelic features, covering all but her beauty spot in a thick icing that gets eagerly lapped up. No one can resist the toppings of a great cake after all, not even Eunbi, who quickly falls back to her knees to help Karina clean off her face. Wonyoung joins in too, but she gets the least—they really do care about the age-order here, huh?

[honeyhaeya]

Hey could pls do Dino’s version when he falls for someone 🙏🏼 thanks🧡

dino's headcanon when he falls for someone (you)

lee chan (dino) x gn!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tags / genre: dino x reader, seventeen fanfiction, lighthearted romance, playful teasing, mutual pining, holiday magic, cozy fluff, heartwarming moments, reader insert, wholesome love story, soft and silly romance, giggly love ੈ✩‧₊˚ warnings: n/a (just lots of laughter, clingy dino energy, forehead flicks, spontaneous dance-offs, and the kind of love that feels like sunshine. mwahaha) ੈ✩‧₊˚ wc: 3397 ੈ♡ a/n: 4/13 ! I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG BEFORE I POSTED THIS. working on the other reqs and yeah, im really busy so i sincerely apologize for everything. i know, i suck. but i still love yall and that will never change. (DINO IS MINE OKAY !!)mwuah ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Something About You (Eyedress) ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮

ੈ♡˚ ༘ lee chan's headcanon when he falls for someone

when lee chan falls for someone, his feelings are bright and full of warmth, but he doesn't always know how to express them outright. instead of big, dramatic confessions, he lets his actions do the talking—showing up for you in ways that might seem casual but hold a deeper meaning. his love isn't loud, but it's unmistakably there, woven into his every interaction with you.

he's the type to always find ways to make you laugh, whether it's with his playful antics, exaggerated reactions, or random dance moves just to see you smile. if he likes you, you'll notice how he subtly gravitates toward you in group settings—sitting next to you, nudging your shoulder playfully, or sharing inside jokes that no one else understands. his energy is contagious, and he loves being the reason you're having a good time.

but beyond the playful exterior, chan is deeply thoughtful. he remembers the little things you mention in passing, whether it's your favorite drink or a random song you said you liked, and surprises you with them when you least expect it. he might not say outright that he cares, but his actions always make sure you feel it.

when he gets flustered, it's obvious—his ears turn red, and he tries to play it cool but ends up fumbling his words or avoiding eye contact for a second too long. he's not shy, but love makes him a little more self-conscious, especially when he catches himself staring at you or realizing just how much he enjoys being around you.

jealousy with chan is subtle but present. he won't throw a fit or make a scene, but you'll notice how his usual cheerful demeanor dims just a little when someone else gets too close to you. he might become more competitive, trying to win your attention back in his own way—whether through teasing, impressing you with his dance skills, or just finding excuses to stay close to you.

when he finally confesses, it's not rehearsed or grand, but it's incredibly sincere. it might come in the middle of a casual conversation, with him blurting it out after a long pause, or in a quiet moment when he realizes he just can't keep it to himself anymore. his words are simple but filled with emotion—because for chan, love isn't about overcomplicating things. it's about being real, and when he loves, he does so wholeheartedly.

it was late, the glow of the tv casting soft hues across the living room. chan sat on the floor, leaning against the couch, a game controller loosely held in his hands. he'd paused the game a while ago, but he hadn't moved since. his focus wasn't on the screen—it was on you.

you were curled up beside him, scrolling through your phone, occasionally showing him something funny. every time you laughed, he felt it tug at something deep in his chest, something he hadn't quite figured out yet. but tonight, it felt stronger, harder to ignore.

"chan, look at this," you giggled, shoving your phone in his face. he blinked, breaking out of his daze, only to see some ridiculous meme you knew he'd roll his eyes at. and he did, shaking his head with a small chuckle, but it wasn't the meme that caught his attention. it was you—the way you leaned into him so naturally, like being close to him was the most normal thing in the world.

he sighed, tossing the controller onto the couch. "you're annoying," he muttered, but there was no bite to his words, only fondness.

you gasped dramatically. "rude."

"just saying," he shrugged, but his fingers were already reaching out, flicking your forehead lightly.

you pouted, rubbing the spot. "you're mean."

he smirked. "you love it."

you rolled your eyes but didn't argue. instead, you set your phone down and stretched, your arm brushing against his. it wasn't intentional, but chan felt his heartbeat stutter anyway.

he had no idea when this happened—when simple moments like these started feeling different. he'd always been comfortable around you, always been close. but now? now, just sitting next to you made him feel like the air was heavier, like every little touch meant something more than it used to.

you turned your head slightly, catching him staring. "what?"

he hesitated. he wasn't someone who got nervous easily, but right now, his mind was running faster than he could keep up with.

"nothing," he said, too quickly.

your eyes narrowed. "you're acting weird."

he swallowed. you knew him too well—of course you'd notice.

he could play it off, make a joke, tease you like always. but something about tonight made him want to be honest.

"i like you," he said, the words slipping out before he could second-guess them. they weren't smooth or perfectly timed, but they were real.

your expression shifted, surprise flickering across your face before softening into something gentler. "oh."

he braced himself, trying not to fidget, trying not to look away. but then you smiled, that same smile that made his chest feel too small to hold everything he felt.

"i like you too," you admitted, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

chan let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "yeah?"

"yeah."

he let that sink in for a moment before a grin spread across his face, one that was all mischief and relief. "so does this mean i get to be extra annoying now?"

you groaned, shoving his shoulder, but your laugh gave you away. "you were already extra."

he laughed too, reaching for your hand without really thinking about it. when you didn't pull away, he squeezed gently, his thumb brushing against your skin.

"good," he murmured, quieter this time. "i like how things are with you."

you squeezed back. "me too."

and in that moment, as the game sat forgotten and the world outside felt miles away, chan realized that sometimes love wasn't about grand confessions or perfect timing. sometimes, it was just about knowing—about feeling right, exactly where you were.

ੈ♡˚ ༘ kisses and cuddles with dinoya

chan is naturally affectionate, but when it comes to moments like this—ones that feel a little too real, a little too intimate—he tends to hesitate. not because he doesn't want it, but because he wants it too much. he wants it to be right.

tonight, it's the same as always. you're curled up beside him on his bed, scrolling through your phone while he mindlessly watches a variety show on his laptop. the room is dim, the only source of light coming from the screen in front of him. but even as laughter erupts from the show, his focus isn't really on it.

it's on you.

your presence is familiar, comforting. he's used to being close to you, but tonight feels different—like there's something unspoken lingering in the air.

the first touch happens so casually that it barely registers at first. maybe it's the way your knee presses lightly against his as you shift positions, or the way your fingers brush against his arm when you stretch. it's nothing new, nothing you haven't done before, but for some reason, it makes his heart stutter.

he swallows, trying to focus on the show, but then you let out a soft sigh, leaning into him just a little more. your head barely rests against his shoulder, but it's enough to send his mind spiraling.

should he move? should he say something?

before he can overthink it, he shifts slightly, tilting his head so it rests gently against yours. it's subtle, but it's a silent invitation, one you accept without hesitation as you relax further into him.

his arm lifts, hesitantly at first, before draping around your shoulders. the warmth of you against him is distracting in the best way possible, and when you don't pull away, he allows himself to sink into the feeling.

"comfy?" he murmurs, voice quieter than usual.

you nod against his shoulder, and he smiles to himself, fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on your arm.

time passes like that, with nothing but the sound of the show playing in the background and the quiet rhythm of your breathing. but then, without warning, you tilt your head up slightly, your gaze meeting his.

"what?" he asks, his lips quirking up in amusement.

you don't answer right away, your eyes flickering down to his lips for the briefest second. it's quick—so quick he almost thinks he imagined it—but the way his breath catches in his throat proves otherwise.

his fingers tighten slightly around your arm, and he swears his heart is beating louder than the laptop speakers.

you shift, just enough so that your faces are mere inches apart. "you're staring," you whisper, teasing but soft.

"so are you," he fires back, though his voice lacks its usual playfulness.

the moment stretches, the space between you thinning until there's barely anything left. and then—

he kisses you.

it's hesitant at first, unsure, but the second you kiss him back, he melts. his hand moves up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin as he deepens the kiss just a little. it's warm, soft, filled with every unspoken feeling he's been holding back.

when you finally part, he lingers close, his forehead resting against yours.

"was that okay?" he asks, breathless.

you laugh softly, your fingers curling around the fabric of his hoodie. "yeah," you murmur. "more than okay."

his smile is wide and a little bashful, but he doesn't try to hide it. instead, he pulls you even closer, wrapping his arms around you as he buries his face in your shoulder.

"good," he mumbles against your skin. "because i don't think i ever want to stop."

ੈ♡˚ ༘ the first kiss with chan

the first kiss comes at the most unexpected moment, but it feels so incredibly right. maybe you're playfully arguing over which movie to watch, flipping through the options on the screen while he stubbornly insists that his pick is obviously the better choice. you roll your eyes at him, crossing your arms with an exaggerated huff.

"you just have bad taste," you tease, poking his side.

chan gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. "me? bad taste? you're the one who—" he cuts himself off when you poke him again, making him flinch away with a breathless laugh. "yah, stop that!"

"make me," you challenge, grinning up at him.

and maybe that's the moment it happens. because suddenly, his playful expression falters just a little, his eyes scanning your face with something softer, something more hesitant. you can see the shift—the way his amusement dims into something deeper, something unreadable.

you expect him to fire back with another teasing remark, but he doesn't. instead, his hand lifts slowly, almost uncertainly, and his fingers brush against yours where they rest between you. it's barely anything, just the ghost of a touch, but it makes your breath catch.

"should i?" he asks, his voice quieter now, like he's not just talking about the teasing anymore.

your heart stutters in your chest, the playful atmosphere suddenly thick with something new, something charged. you don't answer right away, but you don't pull away either. that's enough of an answer for him.

chan leans in, hesitantly at first, giving you a chance to stop him. but when you don't—when you stay right there, your breath mingling with his—he takes it as permission.

the first kiss is soft, slower than you expected from someone as energetic as him. it's careful, like he wants to memorize the feeling of it, like he wants to make sure you feel just as safe in this moment as he does. his lips press gently against yours, warm and sweet, lingering just long enough to make your fingers curl into the fabric of his hoodie.

when he finally pulls away, he doesn't go far. his forehead rests against yours, his breath warm against your skin. there's a hint of a smile on his lips—shy, almost sheepish, but undeniably happy.

"was that okay?" he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

you nod, unable to stop the grin spreading across your face. "yeah," you breathe. "more than okay."

chan chuckles softly, ducking his head slightly before looking at you again, eyes full of something new. something unmistakable.

"good," he says, his thumb brushing absentmindedly over your hand. "because i think i want to do that again."

ੈ♡˚ ༘ cuddles with chan (HE'S MINE)

cuddling with chan is like getting wrapped in pure sunshine. he's naturally affectionate, so the second he gets comfortable around you, he's going to be all about casual, playful touches—bumping shoulders, linking pinkies, resting his chin on your head when you least expect it.

but real cuddles? those are something special.

at first, he might act like he doesn't need them. he'll tease you, dramatically flopping onto the couch beside you like "ugh, you just want an excuse to cling to me, don't you?" but the moment you actually pull him in, he's done for.

if you're sitting together, he'll start with an arm draped lazily over your shoulder, pulling you just close enough to feel his warmth. then, as the minutes pass, he shifts—leaning his weight into you, his head resting lightly against yours. he lets out the softest sigh, as if he's finally relaxing after a long day.

when he's really tired, though? he'll seek you out. he'll come up behind you, arms sneaking around your waist as he buries his face into your shoulder. "just for a second," he'll mumble, but you both know he's not letting go anytime soon.

the best cuddles, though, happen when you're lying down together. chan doesn't just hold you—he wraps himself around you. he'll tangle his legs with yours, arms locking securely around your waist like he's afraid you'll slip away. his face nuzzles into the crook of your neck, and sometimes you'll feel his lips ghost over your skin in a barely-there kiss.

"you're so warm," he murmurs, voice laced with sleep.

you'll feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his fingers lazily trace patterns on your back. and just when you think he's fallen asleep, he'll tighten his hold for a second, like a silent reassurance that he's right here.

and that is when you realize—chan doesn't just cuddle for comfort. he does it because, in your arms, he feels home. 💗😭

┊ ➶ ｡✩‧₊˚ bonus

like imagine—he comes home after a long, exhausting day, his hair slightly messy, hoodie hanging loosely off his shoulders. the second he steps into the apartment and sees you waiting on the couch, his entire face softens. he's always so full of energy, but right now, he just looks tired—the kind of tired that only disappears when he's with you.

"you should be asleep," he mumbles, but his voice is quieter than usual, like he's already melting at the sight of you.

"so should you," you counter, watching as he drops his bag by the door and trudges toward you. he doesn't even hesitate—just collapses onto the couch beside you, his body pressing into yours as he lets out a heavy sigh.

at first, he doesn't say much. he just leans into you, letting his head rest on your shoulder, his fingers lightly playing with the fabric of your sleeve. it's not his usual playful touch—it's slower, softer, almost hesitant. like he's soaking in the comfort without needing to ask for it.

"long day?" you murmur, fingers instinctively reaching up to run through his hair.

he hums, eyes fluttering shut for a second. "mm. just... one of those days."

but he doesn't need to explain. you already know.

so you don't push—you just let him sink into you, your hands smoothing over his back, feeling the tension in his muscles slowly ease. and then, after a few minutes, he finally speaks, voice barely above a whisper.

"can we just stay like this?"

and of course, the answer is yes.

but then, as the minutes pass, he starts shifting closer. his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you into him with a quiet urgency, like he's afraid you'll slip away. his nose brushes against your jaw, his breath warm against your skin as he exhales slowly.

"you always make things better," he murmurs, and before you can respond, he's tilting his head, pressing the softest, laziest kiss against your lips.

it's slow—so slow.

chan isn't in a rush. he takes his time, savoring the feeling of you, his fingers trailing absentmindedly along your spine. his kisses are lingering, unhurried, like he wants to memorize the way you taste, the way your body melts against his.

and when he finally pulls back, his forehead resting against yours, his lips curve into the smallest, sleepiest smile.

"stay with me?"

as if you'd ever say no. 

⊹˚. what exactly are you to dino?

to dino, you're his person. the one he instinctively searches for in a crowded room, the one who makes him laugh even when he's exhausted, the one he trusts with the parts of himself he doesn't always show. to the world, he's the ever-energetic, bright maknae, but with you? he doesn't have to be anything but chan.

you're not just his comfort—you're his safe space. the person who lets him breathe when the weight of expectations gets too heavy. with you, he feels understood without needing to explain himself. and that, more than anything, is what makes you irreplaceable to him.

⊹˚. how dino falls for you

for dino, falling in love isn't quiet—it's undeniable. he's not the type to be unsure of his feelings once they take root. but the way he realizes them? that's the fun part.

it happens in stages—first, it's admiration. he's always been drawn to you, but he doesn't think much of it. then, it turns into protectiveness—the way he gets defensive over you in conversations, how he subtly checks in to make sure you're okay. and then one day, it just hits him.

maybe it happens when he sees you laughing at something ridiculous, and his heart does that thing—the stupid flutter he swears never happens to him. or maybe it's in the way he finds himself wanting to impress you, craving your approval in ways he never expected.

but when he finally realizes it? oh, you're in trouble.

example: one night, after a long day, you're sitting on his couch, talking about something random, and he's just staring—completely mesmerized. and before he can even stop himself, he blurts out, "why do i always feel better when i'm with you?"

you blink at him, surprised. "what?"

his ears turn red, but he doesn't back down. instead, he leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees, eyes locked onto yours. "i like you," he says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "i don't know why it took me so long to figure it out, but... yeah. i do."

with dino, love is something he chooses—deliberate, wholehearted, and so, so real. 💙

(ㅅ' ˘ ')♡ when dino falls in love, it's like catching the sun in your hands—warm, bright, and full of energy that never fades. he loves with his entire being, without hesitation or doubt. to him, love isn't just about saying the words; it's about making every moment with you feel like the best one yet.

⊹˚. what exactly are you to dino?

to dino, you're the person who makes life more fun, more exciting, more worth it. you're his safe place, his adventure partner, and the one who makes his heart race whether you're doing something as simple as watching a movie or dancing around the kitchen together.

⊹˚. how dino falls for you

at first, he might not even realize he's falling. his love builds up like a favorite song—starting soft, then growing into something he can't get out of his head. it's in the little things: the way he lights up when you walk into the room, the way he always finds a way to make you laugh, how he pouts when you tease him but secretly loves it.

then, one day, it hits him—he doesn't just like being around you. he needs you there.

dino's love is loud in the best way. he's the type to show up at your door just because he misses you, to spin you around when he's excited, to grab your hand and start running just because he wants to be somewhere with you. he doesn't hide his feelings—he wears them on his sleeve, unafraid to let the world know you're his person.

if he confesses, it won't be planned. it'll be in a burst of emotion, maybe after he wins a game or after a random dance battle at midnight, when he's too happy to hold it in.

"you know, i think i'm kinda in love with you." he'd say it with that big, genuine dino smile, as if loving you was the easiest thing in the world.

and honestly? to him, it is.

a/n: thank you for reading ! taken reqs / working on are: minghao, seungcheol, and jeonghan. finished: wonwoo, joshua, and hoshi, (obvi, dino too). :)))

[wonboni]

CUPID➶ Y.JUNGWON

∝cupid is so dumb

『•˙synopsis: even after endless of hints your best friend still can’t seem to know that you like him.

『∙˙pairing: bsf! Yang jungwon x fem reader

『•˙genre: fluff,crack,best friends to lovers,a tiny bit of angst

『•˙word count: 1.3k

『•˙warnings: jungwon is clueless,reader is kinda hurt

『•˙note: jungwon is so cute in these pics

It’s a familiar kind of agony. A slow, sweet kind of pain that begins in your chest, spreads up your throat, and lodges itself in your head like an annoying song on repeat. You, of course, know exactly what’s going on. You’ve known for months, maybe longer, and yet—despite the loud, blaring signals you've been sending—you’re still stuck in this strange, frustrating limbo.

You’re in love with your best friend, Yang Jungwon. But the worst part? He’s completely and utterly clueless.

It all started innocently enough. The two of you were just two souls thrown together by fate, surviving high school with nothing but each other. Your days were spent with inside jokes, shared glances, and too many hours of studying together. But somewhere between laughing over silly memes and walking home from school, you started noticing little things. The way Jungwon smiled at you, the way his eyes lit up whenever you spoke, the way his voice always softened when he called your name.

And that was when you knew. You were in love with him.

But there was one big problem. Jungwon, your oblivious, socially dense best friend, had absolutely no idea.

At first, you tried to convince yourself that he might just be shy. Maybe he was waiting for you to make the first move. So, you dropped hints—big ones, small ones, subtle ones, and blatant ones—but it was as though you were speaking in a language he couldn’t understand.

---

It was a typical afternoon when the latest disaster occurred. You and Jungwon were sitting in your favorite spot at the local café, slouched over a pair of textbooks. You weren’t really studying, though; you were too busy focusing on the way his fingers absentmindedly tapped the table, how his messy hair framed his face perfectly, and how his lips... Oh, his lips.

You couldn’t help but stare. Maybe you could’ve sworn you were being subtle about it, but honestly, your heart was in your throat, and your stomach was doing flips.

"Hey," you said, your voice slightly wobbly. "Do you think we’d look good together?" You immediately winced at your own words. Was that too forward?

Jungwon didn’t even look up. Instead, he continued scribbling on his notebook, his brow furrowing in concentration.

“Look good together… like, as study partners?” he asked, looking so genuinely confused you almost choked on your own breath.

You blinked. Was that seriously his response? "No," you said, trying to keep your voice calm. "Like… together. As a couple."

Jungwon paused. For a moment, his eyes locked onto yours, his expression unreadable. Then, with all the seriousness of a boy trying to solve a math problem, he scratched his head.

"I don’t know. I mean, we’d probably make a pretty good team, right?" He laughed awkwardly, as if the very idea of the two of you being together was as natural as teaming up for a project.

Your heart plummeted.

"Yeah, we would," you said with a strained smile, hoping he didn’t see the hurt in your eyes.

He didn’t. Of course, he didn’t.

---

Later that evening, as you walked home together, you couldn’t help but feel defeated. Jungwon was humming something, happily oblivious to your inner turmoil. You wanted to scream at him, ask him why he couldn’t just *get it*, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t risk losing your friendship. Not when the thought of him in any other capacity was so far out of reach.

You were just... stuck.

“I don’t get it,” you muttered under your breath, almost too quietly for him to hear.

“What’s that?” Jungwon asked, not even turning to look at you.

You shook your head. “Never mind.”

“Come on, you can tell me,” he said with that warm smile of his, the one that always made your heart do somersaults. “You know I’m always here to listen.”

It took everything in you not to spill your feelings right then and there. You could already picture it—his confusion, his awkward silence, the way he would likely laugh it off like some joke. So, instead, you let out a bitter laugh and gave him a small, nonchalant wave.

“Just thinking about how ridiculous I am sometimes.”

“Hey, stop that.” Jungwon nudged your shoulder with his. “You’re not ridiculous.”

You stared straight ahead, not daring to meet his eyes. “Yeah, I am.”

The silence that followed wasn’t heavy, but it was painfully telling.

---

A week passed, and Jungwon’s cluelessness only grew more pronounced. In fact, you were beginning to wonder if he was living in a different dimension entirely. There was one instance where you thought for sure he would catch on.

You were walking home from school together again, and the air was getting colder. Your hands were frozen in your pockets, and you decided to try one more last-ditch effort.

“Jungwon,” you began, trying to keep your voice steady, “What would you do if someone confessed to you?”

He looked at you, raising an eyebrow. “Like... a confession confession?”

“Yeah,” you said, playing it cool. “Like, if someone told you they liked you, what would you do?”

He scratched the back of his neck thoughtfully. “I don’t know... depends on who it is, I guess.”

Your stomach flipped. You could feel your heartbeat rising. This was it. The moment you’d been waiting for.

You pushed yourself to ask, “What if it was... someone you really liked?”

Jungwon blinked at you, then let out a small, nervous laugh. “I’d probably ask them if they were sure, and if they were, then… I guess I’d go for it?” He gave you a confused smile. “Why do you ask?”

Your heart sank. “Oh, no reason.”

---

Finally, one evening, as the two of you sat on the couch in your living room, Netflix playing in the background but neither of you paying attention, you decided to confront it head-on. You were tired of playing this foolish game. Tired of wondering, *What if?*

“Jungwon,” you said, voice small but determined. “I have to tell you something.”

He paused the video, turning to face you with a look of concern in his eyes. “What is it?”

You bit your lip. This was it. You had to say it. You had to say the words that had been swirling in your heart for so long.

“I like you,” you whispered, hoping the weight of the confession would finally force him to see what had been right in front of him the whole time.

Jungwon blinked, his eyes widening as though he hadn’t expected this at all. Then, without skipping a beat, he smiled that ridiculous, adorable smile of his and said, “Of course you do! You’re my best friend. I like you too. We’ve been friends forever!”

You froze. “No, no, Jungwon. I mean I like *like* you. Like, in a way more than friends.”

For a moment, he stared at you, utterly dumbfounded. Then the gears in his brain started to turn. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again.

“Wait… like, *that* kind of like?” he stammered, his face now flushed pink.

You nodded, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and hope. “Yeah. That kind of like.”

Jungwon’s eyes widened further, and then—finally, after what felt like an eternity—he grinned, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes.

“Wait, so... this whole time? When you kept dropping hints... you were serious?” He burst out laughing, shaking his head in disbelief. “I thought you were just messing with me!”

“Jungwon!” you groaned, face burning. “You’re impossible!”

But Jungwon only chuckled and scooted closer to you, his expression softening into something much more tender. “I guess I’m kind of an idiot,” he admitted, “But... I think I like you, too.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“You do?”

“Yeah, I do.” He smiled, his usual playful demeanor now replaced by something far more sincere. “Guess we’re both fools for love, huh?”

And just like that, the game was over.

And you, for the first time in what felt like forever, could finally breathe.

©️ WONBONI

[awkward-walking-potato]

Can I request headcanons for Remy, poly Wade, and Logan would think about his gender neutral s/o telling him that they haven't calmed down from the disagreement/arguement so they want to sleep separately for the night & talk about it properly tomorrow please?

Here’s a headcanon for how Remy, Wade, and Logan might react to their gender-neutral S/O asking to sleep separately after an unresolved disagreement:

Remy LeBeau (Gambit)

- Remy is smooth and charming, but he’s also deeply empathetic. When his S/O tells him they want to sleep separately, he’ll immediately sense the weight of the situation. He might feel a pang of guilt, worried that he pushed too far or that the disagreement affected them more than he realized.

- Remy is all about communication and emotional connection. He’ll respect their wishes without hesitation but will make sure they know that he’s open to talking whenever they’re ready. He might give them a soft, reassuring smile and say something like, “Chérie, I understand. Let’s take de night, but remember, I’m here when you want to talk.”

- Even if they’re sleeping separately, Remy might do something small to show he still cares—like leaving a little note under their pillow, or making sure there’s a comforting cup of tea waiting for them in the morning. He wants to show that he’s still connected to them, even if they need space.

Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

- Wade’s first instinct might be humor as a defense mechanism. He might make a lighthearted joke to cover up how much it stings, something like, “I guess I’m crashing with Bob tonight! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he doesn’t snore too loudly.” But behind the jokes, he’s really just trying to mask the hurt.

- After the initial joke, Wade would take a moment to process what they said. He’s chaotic, but he’s not insensitive. He’ll realize the importance of giving them space and will respect their decision, albeit with a heavy heart. He might say something like, “Okay, I get it. Tomorrow, we’ll talk it out—promise.”

-Wade being Wade, he might send a flurry of texts or memes during the night, something silly to make them smile, but nothing too intrusive. He just wants to remind them that he’s thinking of them and cares, even if they’re not in the same bed.

Logan (Wolverine)

- Logan is straightforward and practical. He understands the need for space, especially when emotions are running high. However, it still hits him hard because he’s not one to easily let go of someone he cares about. He might grunt or give a terse nod, but his eyes would betray a hint of concern.

- Logan knows the value of taking a step back, so he’ll respect their decision without any argument. He’s not the type to push when someone needs space. He might quietly say, “Alright. Tomorrow then,” before retreating to give them the room they need.

- Despite the separation, Logan would be on high alert, probably pacing or sitting in the next room. He might not show it, but he’ll be restless, thinking about the argument and how to fix it. In the morning, he might be the first one up, with coffee ready and an unspoken determination to make things right.

[hxney-lemcn]

How Was Your Day? — Cater Diamond x gn! reader

summery: you help Cater open up to you a bit more.

tw: hurt/comfort.

wc: 1.1k

Master List

It was so silly. You felt like you were living the most cliche scenario in the world. You had a crush on your best friend. Could you really be blamed? Not only was Cater drop dead gorgeous, but he always made you feel included and seen. There was just one thing that itched at you. You wished he would open up to you a bit more. No matter what, there felt like a barrier between you both, something that kept you from getting any closer to seeing the full painting that was Cater Diamond. You could only really see the surface, the pretty colors and beautiful framing, hiding the gritty reality that laid beneath.

You wanted to dig deeper, to truly dissect the meaning behind Cater. He was your friend, and you felt foolish that you fell for the glitz and the glamor instead of his true self. Or that’s how you felt at least. You had managed to catch glimpses of his softer moments, moments where you were feeling down. Where he’d dim down his outgoing personality and try to make you laugh with either memes he found or acting silly. And if that didn’t work? He’d listen to your complaints, only giving advice if you ask.

It was only a glimpse, though, as those moments seemed far and few in between. Putting on his cheery smile and flash of the camera. Maybe you were being selfish, but it almost hurt, knowing that Cater didn’t seem to trust you enough to show you all of himself when he’s seen you at your worst. That he can see you cry and complain, but thinks you’d mind if he did the same. You only wanted to be there for him like he was for you, to show him that he wasn’t a problem, even if he wasn’t super bubbly or outgoing. 

It seemed like you were going to get what you wished sooner than you expected. 

You hadn’t meant to stumble upon him in such a vulnerable moment. You just wanted to spend some time with your bestie/crush, knocking on his door before entering. You paused midstep, noticing a lump under the blankets on Cater’s bed, ginger hair barely peeking out. 

“Cater?” You called out cautiously, clicking the door closed behind you. He only shuffled further into his cocoon, not acknowledging your presence. Gosh, as much as you wanted him to open up, you were unsure of how to proceed, but one thing was for sure. You were not just going to let him stew alone. 

So as gracefully as you could (quite awkwardly in all honesty), you took a seat next to where he laid, hand hesitantly reaching out to pat his form. No words were said as you stroked Cater’s back, trying to think of what to say or ask.

”Do you want to talk about it?” You settled on asking.

”I’m sorry,” Cater mumbled, you could barely hear it through the thick fabric that covered him. 

“What are you sorry for?” You asked softly, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

It was silent for a few seconds before Cater mumbled brokenly, “I’m sorry you have to see me like this.”

You felt your heart break, a heavy pit filling your stomach. Cater shouldn’t hold his feelings in like this, especially when he has people willing to lend a shoulder…like you. 

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” You replied without hesitation. “I care about you, Cater. If you’re ever feeling down you can always come to me, I’ll always be here for you.”

Cater was hesitant to peek his head out of the safety of his blankets, but the sweetness of your words had his chest aching, a bittersweet feeling spreading through him. On one hand, you were saying things he had longed to hear for so long, but on the other it felt completely wrong for you to see him as anything else but happy and cheerful. 

His emerald eyes peaked at you, the lower half of his face still covered, red locks of hair falling in his face, “I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You are not a burden,” You scolded gently. “Am I a burden when I’m not feeling good?”

”Of course not,” Cater frowned from beneath the blanket. 

“So what makes you the exception?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Cater opened his mouth, reflexively ready to insult himself…but he couldn’t actually think of a proper rebuttal. You had actually managed to stump him. He looked so disheartened and hopeful at the same time.

“Even if I don’t actually like all the things I say I do? Even though I lie to you all about who I am?” 

“Even then,” You agreed, scrounging any confidence you had left in you, you raised a shaky hand to run it through his hair. It seemed like that was the right thing to do as Cater’s eyes shut in a look of bliss, unconsciously leaning his head into your hand. 

“Y’know you don’t have to lie about all that stuff, right?” You asked softly, scratching his scalp gently. “Who cares if you like spicy over sweet, it won’t change how much I love you.”

“Thank you,” Cater murmured with a content sigh, nuzzling his head into your thigh, soaking in your affection. 

“Of course,” You murmured back, admiring the way his hair framed his face so prettily…only to be surprised when his perfectly manicured hand reached out from beneath the blankets and wrapped around your torso, dragging you to lay down beside him. You felt your face flush from being so close, his faint freckles more visible from this distance. 

“I…” Cater spoke out, tongue thick with emotion. Those three words you said so easily felt like a ton of bricks that he just couldn’t cough up, but he wanted to oh so desperately at that moment. You watched on in concern as Cater’s face contorted into what looked semi-painful, like he was struggling with a thought.

”I love you too,” Cater managed to push out, eyeing you with anxiety and vulnerability. Your eyes widened, before it clicked that you had said those words mere minutes ago, you hadn’t even realized those words slipped past your lips, but you had meant them wholeheartedly. 

You relaxed in his hold, resting your head on his shoulder, “Hmmm, well too bad I love you more.” 

Cater let out a short giggle, nuzzling into your hair, the both of you drowning in butterflies. It was a rainy moment turned sunny, the two of you basking in the glow of the other's love. Sure, the problem wasn’t solved and Cater would still have to work on opening up to you, but it was a start, and you’d be by his side supporting him through all his ups and downs.

[theyluvlyss]

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐥...

batman's cape (and any of the other batfam member's capes) are heated/can be microwaved :D.

...yeah, probably not the most original thought. surely someone has come up with this before, and hey, maybe it's even canon - but that doesn't really take away any of the ideas I have, so on we go anyways lmao.

I imagine that you, y/n, reader (lol idk-) is often found all wrapped up in bruce's cape (ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S FRESH OUT OF THE WASH) and he'll be TEARING the manor apart looking for that shit because why would it be anywhere else except in the bat-cave, in his bat-suit vault, right there clipped onto the specific bat-suit he's choosing to wear for whatever mission he's finna go on, just to eventually find you on a couch somewhere above the bat-cave all rolled up like a worm in it with the glow of your phone emitting from underneath the fabric and your little giggles muffled by it because you're probably laughing at memes or something idk.

bruce is definitely the type to think it's silly and lowkey can't even blame you because it do be cold in the mansion, but he also refuses to drop the "I'm so hardcore and a brute and stone cold" act so he's yanking that shit offa' you and you're just BEWILDERED, suddenly exposed to the light and cold like, "😮⁉️🫨⁉️" and before you can even process wtf happened, bruce is already whisking around the corner, gone and out of sight💀.

dick would also think it's silly, but lowkey actually be annoyed, though, and he'd make that KNOWN. like, sure, he'd initially be VERY stressed when he can't find the cape (even though it's not thay big of a deal but for some reason, he just doesn't feel "complete" without it😭) but then he'd see this huge lump all wrapped up in it on a bed in one of the many rooms or something. at first, he'd think it's one of the handful of pets owned and living in the wayne estate, just to peel back the fabric and see YOU.

"...Hi😃..."

"...🙂Why are- Nevermind. You do know that I need this, right?"

"I mean,,, you don't need it, you just-"

*YANK!!*

"NO, WAIT, IT'S COLD!!"

"THEN GET A BLANKET!!"

I'm sorry, but I feel like dick don't play 'bout his cape, and you're just either gonna have to find different ways to sneak it or just leave it tf alone😭✋🏽. but when it's not currently in dire need by him, he'll happily return it to you and smile when you squeal and wrap yourself back up in and under it while it warms up.

BARBARA GETS IT FR. SHE GETS ✨️🩷YOU🩷✨️. but also, she is attached to it in the way dick is, so don't be surprised if and when she needs it, she's taking it from you with zero mercy and under the excuse of, "I'm on duty tonight, I'm not showing up out of uniform lol." and you're just left there like "☹️...". but outside of those times, the both of you can be found very happily and contently under her cape as you watch horror movies or something and rambling about who knows what, a common interest lol.

and I'm pretty sure in some strains/universes or whatever of dc, she ends up becoming oracle because she's paralyzed or some shit, right?? I could totally be wrong, but if I'm not, I feel like in that case, she just GIVES it to you. she makes it a huge deal, too, she acts like she's passing along the magical ashes of a dead ancestor that grants you infinite knowledge and protection or some shit and has a whole speech prepared, just for her to hand you this neatly folded up cloth and you're just like, "...You're giving me your cape😀??" and she's like, "Ya🙂♡." and you can't even be mad because ...

IT'S A HEATED CAPE like idk what else you could want from her like plz✋🏽.

(*casually skips over Tim bc idk enough about him and if I mischaracterized him I'd have to delete this account and then me off of the face of this earth bc I refuse to be that bitch who doesn't know her shit😃*)

jason will see you with his cape, and whether you're awake or asleep, he'll loom over you menacingly until you sense his presence, and then not even give you the chance to give excuses before he's like, "I'm on watch tonight."

you don't dare protest lmao. and he isn't giving it back to you later on. it's one of those things that if you really want it, you gotta go get it. and then expect you won't have it for very long, so whatever you plan on doing with it, you better make the most of it😭✋🏽. that's literally all I can say for him lmao.

DAMIAN (my fave) (^3^)/. I feel like he'd make it seem like SUCH an inconvenience for himself even though he doesn't actually care about the cape itself and if anything, finds it very sweet and endearing that you literally use it as a blanket because "it gets so warm" and "it smells like you" and "it's here when you're gone and I miss you". but, much like his father, he just HAS to keep up the, "I'm so stone cold and no nonsense and eternally vexed" facade, so if you're awake and you have it, he'll just hold out his hand expectingly and - like jason - you don't dare argue because you're just gonna lose🥲.

but if he finds the cape and you're asleep with/under it, he'll actually let you keep it. like, he'll just leave it and either go about his superhero duties without the cape entirely, or he'll just use another one from a different suit. sure, it might possess different capabilities (no pun intended), or he might feel a little... off... without a cape, but he'd rather that than interrupt your comfortable state.

and you'll be so bent up about it when he returns, and you're like, "WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST TAKE IT😭💔?!" and he's like, "you were obviously very comfortable, I didn't want to disturb you😐..........🫶🏼."

so um.... yeah, I honeslty dk where all of that came from, but do with this info what you will.

byeeee /ᐠ^ω^マ~ !!

[justmatches]

Wade Wilson X Reader

Some HCs of how I think he'd text you throughout the day, always thinking of his schnookums ❤️

Fluff, he is so sickeningly in love with you

It wouldn't matter what he was doing that day, how important of a job he was on- he would always find time to text you little updates of how his day was going or something he saw

Like “baby, you would not BELIEVE what I just saw.” just for it to be a fat squirrel digging in a trash can

his random little updates always made you smile, encouraging you to send him little memes back, which he would NOT stop talking about, even if it meant rambling about it while in the middle of a fight.

If he knew you weren't bothered by some gore, he'd send you silly selfies of him in the aftermath of his work. It would never be anything too gory, but enough to know he wasn't up to anything good

If he had to leave to ‘take care of something’ before you woke up he would leave you with a sweet little good morning text, his eyes watching your sleeping form for a long second before tearing away, focusing himself back to the task at hand

(the thought of you never truly left his mind)

he always looked forward to your responses, knowing your smartass comments and quips would never fail to keep him on his toes while your sweet ones would make his heart pick up speed and a giddy smile grow on his face

Man, you really made him feel like a kid in a candy store

Also, when you reference something obscure he mentioned once a few months ago? he is down BAD. the idea of someone being so attentive, loving, and caring that they remember things about him genuinely floors him, just making him fall back in love with you all over again.

(sorry if this is kind of bad and not proofread but the deadpool 3 brainrot is KILLING ME 😫 it's bringing me back from the dead)

[leovenuslatina]

˚₊‧꒰ა 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒆 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

why/how you became famous?

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

this is the first in my fame series! this series is all about what your life of fame will be like !! enjoy !!

‧꒰˚ʚ🎀ɞ˚꒱ ‧ this is just a reminder that tarot isn’t permanent or set in stone YOU decide how your life goes no one or nothing else now take a deep breath and choose the pile that calls to you ‧꒰˚ʚ🎀ɞ˚꒱ ‧

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。

🎀 pile one 🎀

four of cups, page of cups, eight of wands

⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆

pile one i see you being famous like an over night thing. maybe you post a silly video or something while you’re bored at home and out of nowhere you blow up!When it comes to massing a following, being genuine with a big personality can be an irresistible combination for you. People are drawn to your authenticity, and you are someone that exudes genuine qualities coupled with a larger-than-life personality you’re magnetic. you are refreshing and invigorating to encounter. you are true to yourself and unapologetically embrace your unique qualities. This authenticity shines through in your posts, words, and interactions, creating a sense of trustworthiness that undoubtedly attracts others. A big personality adds another layer of charm as it infuses excitement and enthusiasm into every moment. People are naturally captivated by you who radiates positive energy and have the ability to bring joy into everyone’s life. Ultimately, it is this winning combination of genuineness and a big personality that draws people in and makes them love you so much. Suddenly, your follower count skyrockets, and notifications flood in from people all over the world. It's surreal, to say the least. Comments pour in praising your humor or admiring your beauty. Your inbox is flooded with messages from brands wanting to collaborate. From being an ordinary user scrolling through memes and cat videos, now everyone wants a piece of you - interviews, guest appearances, sponsorships - it seems endless.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ extra ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

boredom

disappointment

re-evaluate

announcement

birth

good news

hasty action

motion

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡

🎀 pile two 🎀

two of swords, ace of pentacles, ten of wands

⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆

you’re famous pile two because of what you say and what you talk about what you say and the things you talk about really resonates with others! you may be a motivational speaker or writer someone who really gets to people deeply with just your words. i see you a lot in the spot light and on like red carpets in fancy dress and dripping in diamonds. you have a beautiful smile so you might be funny or a comiden actor/actress. pile 2 people are so obsessed with your mind i don’t know what it is about but the way you think is remarkable to others. you’re constantly pulling people in with your opinions on whatever topic . you could be a talk show host ! giving wendy but better. you’re so welcoming and sun shining all over everyone who is a fan of yours. pile 2 if or when you become famous your recognition and success will be extremely abundant ! you’ll be so well loved and very well known.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ extra ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

balance, bambi, deer 🦌, red, red carpets, peace of mind, cameras, emotional stability , finical, gain , luck , talk shows , recognition, success

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡

🎀 pile three 🎀

seven of cups, temperance, the tower

⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆

pile 3 you’re famous for something you’ve always wanted to do something you’ve dreamt of doing for your whole life. this career is something you definitely manifested. this maybe something you wanted to do ever since you little. i’m seeing your inner child guiding you to this career. you’re famous because your life is inspiring! people see how hard you work and have been and all you’ve been through. people from all over are drawn to you because of you being so true to yourself and not ashamed to be who you really are. you may become a actress i see you might have a flare for the dramatics and or performing on a sort of broadway stage. you become famous pile 3 because you’re a very ambitious person who goes after any and everything you want.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ extra ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

dreams and ambitions , stars ⭐️ , inner self, capable, control, dramatic change, new start, blue,

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡

🎀 pile four 🎀

the well, three of pentacles, eight of pentacles

⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆

you’re definitely an artist !! you’re extremely comfortable with your medium whatever it is painting or music or whatever you make your art with your extremely skilled ! whatever it is that you create resonates will millions. and you’re praised heavily for your incredible art work. everyone is so impressed how you can be so skilled you are at such a young age. people are truly amazed by your talent. if you’re an artist can see your artwork being displayed in huge museums in from of crowds of people. i see opportunities falling right into your lap so if you do desire fame and fortune simply remain indulgent in you passions that will lead you to true happiness

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ extra ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

nurturing

opportunities

creative

excellence

satisfaction

mastery

success

teamwork

purpose

new skills

apprentice

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡

[springgirlshowers]

Begrijp je me?

Summary: You’ve got a problem with going quiet when you’re upset. Joost has a solution of comforting you.

WC: 1029

When you got annoyed or angry with someone or something, you had a tendency to go quiet.

Whenever a person would piss you off or you couldn’t get something to work the way you needed it to, you would completely shut down.

Whatever it was; multiple rude customers at work, cancelled plans you were actually looking forward to, arguments, being late to something, your computer or phone constantly glitching out, having a stressfully busy day, etc.

You’d end up talking to anyone for hours, usually just sitting alone, going on your phone or reading or watching your favorite show to make you feel somewhat better.

Of course, you would talk about it, going on rants about whatever pissed you off. However, Joost would never push you into talking about whatever bothered you when you didn’t want to. He knew it would only make you angrier.

And he understood. Even when he was the one who pissed you off and you gave him the silent treatment, he understood. He’s gotten like that before too.

So, he’d just leave you alone and try not to ask you too many questions, knowing all you wanted was complete silence.

Today you had a particularly stressful day. You ended up nearly missing an important appointment, your manager was getting all on your ass at work, you accidentally burnt your hand, and got yelled at by a customer.

As soon as you got home, Joost knew you didn’t have a good day with the way you slammed the door shut, kicked your shoes off, threw your bag down, and marched into the bedroom.

You changed out your work clothes and into pajamas even though it was only three o’clock. Sitting for a moment on the bed to try and calm down a bit.

While you changed, Joost noted this should be the time to put in earbuds while he worked on and edited his latest music video. Making sure the volume wasn’t loud enough to the point you could hear it coming out his earbuds.

You came out the room and flopped down on the other side of the couch, Joost and you looked at each other. You only shook your head with a scowl on your face, rubbing your hands down your face.

This was your quiet communication that you were having a shitty day, that you felt like shit. He gave you a sympathetic frown.

You opened your phone and he went back to his laptop. You scrolled through your apps for a while. Joost decided this was his moment to try and attempt to cheer you up just a bit.

He sent you a silly cat meme he saved earlier on Instagram. He secretly waited and watched you open the notification, letting you watch the video.

Some relief washed over him when he saw the way your lips curled up at the meme, seeing you double tap the screen and like it.

He smiled to himself, going back to the laptop sitting on the small table in front of him.

It was a few more minutes before you put your phone down, crawling over to him on the couch and snuggling into his side. He welcomed you, wrapping his arm around you.

He took one earbud out, looking at your face.

“Feeling any better?” He squeezed your arm.

“A bit. Still annoyed somewhat.” You muttered out.

“Bad day at work?”

“Mhm.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He tried to keep the questions to a minimum.

“Not really. I think I’ll just get mad again. Maybe later.” You shuffled closer to him, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Is this the Antwoord music video?” You lazily pointed to his laptop, trying to turn your attention away from your frustration that was still lingering.

“Yeah, I’ve got a little bit of the editing for it done. I’m trying to finish it before Saturday.” He said happily.

“Can I see?” You asked, preparing for him to say no. You knew he didn’t like to show anything to anyone until he had it exactly the way he wanted.

But he felt bad that you were upset, if it took your mind off your frustrations, then he’d show you the bit he had done.

“It needs some work.” He unplugged his earbuds from the computer, scrolling back to the beginning of the video.

The repeated lyrics felt like punch in the gut.

Begrijp je me? Begrijp je me?

Begrijp je me of begrijp je me niet?

Joost understood you so well. He could read you like a book. Sometimes Joost was a bit of a closed book. But you still knew things that he would share with no one else.

You hoped he knew you understood him as much as he understood you.

By the end of the hook he paused the video, signaling that’s all he had done.

He looked at you nervously, waiting for your rating of it.

“I liked it, I think it’s just fine.” You gave him a smile, his heart fluttered knowing your bad mood was melting away by the second

“Really? Or are you just saying that because you’re my girlfriend?” He mumbled, you rolled your eyes playfully.

“It’s very fast. Fast paced, I like it.” You nodded, head shifting against his shirt. “You looked cute in it too.”

“I always look cute to you.”

“Cause you are!” You exclaimed. Joost felt flooded with relief, seeing that your annoyed mood was taken over by contentment.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna keep working on it, are you okay if I don’t keep the earbuds in?” You nodded against his chest.

You watched as he edited clips, playing them over and over, rearranging them, and adding effects.

Your eyelids became to feel heavy, you kept yawing.

“I’m gonna take a nap.” You mumbled. You shifted down a bit, laying your head down on his lap. He moved the small table his computer was to the side, giving you space for your head.

He brushed a hand through your hair, stopping a little bit after he noticed you passed out, lips slightly parting and chest going up and down smoothly. He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head and letting you sleep.

[toiletclown]

breathless.

spencer agnew x gn!reader

mostly fluff, a little angst.

summary: you've had feelings for your best friend, spencer, almost as long as you have known him. it isn't getting any easier, and you need to tell him soon, whether he feels the same or not. your friends are pushing you, the fans already ship you, and after courtney and shayne's success, you just couldn’t bare to keep lying anymore. to yourself, or to him.

word count: 2028

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

It’s been two years since you graduated from Smosh crew member to Smosh cast member. You weren’t the first, and are unlikely to be the last, but it’s still a bit nerve-wracking. You were moved to cast not long after Spencer made his switch to cast, but that was exactly your problem, wasn’t it? When you were both on crew, it was easier. Small smiles, hidden glances, a blush forming under your mask. Once or twice, Brennan had swiveled his camera to the crew to get their reactions and you couldn’t duck fast enough to dodge the shot. 

You both shared moments without fear of judgment, knowing everyone at Smosh knew how close you were. Some more than others. But once you were both on camera more often, those moments dwindled to near nothingness. You couldn’t make eyes at him, he couldn’t flirt with you. Plenty of the cast flirted with each other on and off camera, of course, but it was different somehow. The office flirting became private hangout flirting, which then became no flirting at all. 

He didn’t get jealous anymore when Amanda or Angela flirted with you, and you did your best not to get jealous when he flirted with Tommy or Shayne. It was like your friendship was entirely platonic again. And while that was all it had ever been – platonic – it hurt a little. It was like something happened overnight, and the flirting wasn’t cool anymore.

The last time something happened before your promotion to cast, Spencer, Angela, and Chanse were doing Who Meme’d It with Shayne, and someone had sent in a meme about you always looking at Spencer. As soon as it popped up, everyone was laughing, and Brennan promptly turned his camera to get your face. You were smart enough to expect it, and you managed to push out a laugh and shrug to the camera. All in good fun, it seemed. But really, it was a little bit upsetting to realize you were so obvious about your affection for Spencer. You thought that you were fairly secretive and weren’t too over the top, but apparently not so much.

“Okay, ‘Y/N pretending they weren’t just staring at Spencer’! Spencer, any thoughts?” Shayne said through giggles. 

Spencer made eye contact with you, and you did your best to hold it. “Gotta be honest, Shayne, I wasn’t even aware they stared at me. Guess they’re sneakier than I thought!” Everyone was laughing again, and you joined in. Instead of making a joke about him staring at you, or a joke about you two flirting in your pod, he went with a PR answer. You could barely admit to yourself how bad it had stung. And sure, most people got roasted in Who Meme’d It, especially with the lack of funeral roasts, but it didn’t really feel good to have your private crush on Spencer blasted to not only cast and crew, but whoever ends up watching this video. And his comment was making it seem more one-sided than you liked.

After the laughter settled down, Shayne got back to hosting. “Alright, who meme’d it! Was it Erin Dougal? Courtney? Or Y/N themselves?” You made a silly face when Brennan panned to you, channeling your best mad scientist look. Your face dropped immediately after. No one saw it.

The cast members debated for a second before writing down their answers. It was Courtney across the board. “Alright, so we all think Courtney made this meme. Angela, what makes you think it was Courtney?” 

“Shayne, that’s a great question, thank you so much for being here with me today. I said Court because I have seen them having little whisper sessions with Y/N and I simply don’t trust like that!” Angela laughed, a bright smile on her face. She winked at you once the camera had moved away from her face. She was actually your go-to confidant, and you were sure she knew that. She was your best friend, behind Spencer, after all.

After a dramatic pause, it was revealed that Erin Dougal was the one who made the meme. You could have called that from a mile away, but that was because Erin was constantly telling you to ask Spencer out. You shot her down every time, knowing it was safer and easier to suffer in silence with your feelings rather than to possibly fuck everything up with your best friend. Besides, suffering in silence was what you were best at.

//

And now, a few months later, you were the one in front of the camera for a Who Meme’d It. It was your first time actually competing, although you’ve sent your fair share of memes in. Spencer and Angela were the only two people to continuously guess you correctly, which in the grand scheme of things made the most sense as they were your closest friends at Smosh. However, you were now competing against both of them, and your competitive side didn’t have a concept of “friendship”, unfortunately. 

“Okay! Welcome back to Who Meme’d It! Today we have Angela, Y/N, and Spencer competing. And Y/N is quite competitive so let’s hope they still have their best friends after this!” Shayne introduced you all, smiling at you to ease your anxiety. 

“Lest we forget what happened when they were on Don’t Win Mario Party and nearly killed me,” Spencer said, turning towards you with his hands folded on the table. His eyes were smiling, but he was trying his best to keep a serious face.

You turned to face him, mirroring his expression and hands. “Lest we forget you deserved that attack because you fucked with my controller mid-lap so that you could get seventh.”

“Okay, are we doing Who Meme’d It or the Newlywed Game?” Angela joked, and you and Spencer returned to your normal positions, excited to play.

//

After the shoot, Spencer caught up with you in the kitchen. “You got your first Who Meme’d It win, how’s it feel?” You had indeed won, but only by two points. Spencer was right behind you and Angela frankly tanked it this episode. Usually she wasn’t too bad, but perhaps she knew how competitive you were going to be and decided to focus more on having fun instead of winning. Especially considering there was content being made that needed to be entertaining.

“Eh, I feel like my competitiveness isn’t very fun on camera. I’m hoping we don’t have to scrap the ep simply because I was too locked in.” You grabbed some fruit from the fridge and prepared to make your way to a table so you could sit and destress before your next shoot. You weren’t needed on set for over an hour so you were ready to mindlessly doomscroll while you snacked on your peaches.

Spencer chuckled at your comment, which made your heart flutter a bit. Suddenly, you had the urge to touch him. You put your hand on his shoulder, mostly unconsciously, not actively making the decision but simply just doing it. His giggling stopped instantly, and he looked at your hand cryptically, his expression unreadable. All too suddenly, it felt too serious, too personal, so you instantly pivoted. “But at least you didn’t win, right?” You smiled, patting his shoulder and turning to head to your seat. 

You were hoping, for the first time ever if you were being honest, that he wouldn’t follow you. Things had been weird between you two for a few weeks now, and you almost wanted some space to deal with the pain of your best friend seeming to lose interest in your friendship. And once again, Erin had submitted a meme that made you a little upset. You knew it was unreasonable to be upset with her, as it was all in good fun and she wasn’t actually trying to hurt your feelings. You should probably try to talk to her about that, since you knew she wouldn’t take your upset personally.

This one was arguably worse than the first one though, because instead of it being at your expense, it was technically at Spencer’s. The meme wasn’t mean in any regard, but it was making fun of Spencer for consistently getting “lost in his thoughts” whenever you were on a shoot together. Of course, Erin alluded to those thoughts being romantic in nature, which earned a few oohs and aahs from the crew and cast alike. You had felt your face get warm and tried to remind yourself you were on camera and it was all in good fun. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Courtney approaching you. “Y/N, Spence! Just the two people I wanted to see. I have a question for you guys.” 

Clearly, Spencer had intended on following you, since Courtney had greeted you both. You sighed as quietly as possible, before asking Court if you could sit down before you all got to talking. Your castmates followed you to a table, and you popped a piece of fruit in your mouth. “Okay, what's up?” 

“Well, we wanted to do a Guitar Hero stream next week. I know you haven't been on any of the livestreams, so I figured I’d ask if you wanted to be in this one. You don't have to play but if you sit and make commentary I’m sure that'll be enough! But of course you can play if you want to.” Courtney was always so thoughtful, and you made a mental note to thank her for always being so considerate. 

“Oh hell yeah, I finally get to show off my guitar skills. It’s been a minute since I’ve played, but if Y/N’s down, I’m down!” Spencer’s eyes lit up. He had been trying to figure out a way to impress you and gauge your reaction before he finally took the leap and asked you on a date.

Everyone had been encouraging him to do so for months at this point, but he still wasn’t so sure about it. Yeah, you blushed whenever he mentioned you on camera and you blushed a lot during the shoot today when Erin’s meme came up. But some part of him felt like that had less to do with reciprocating a crush and more to do with embarrassment. 

You thought for a minute, munching on your peach slice. “Sure, that sounds fun. Spencer, maybe you could teach me how to play?”

Spencer broke out in a grin, “Of course I can. Although I’m surprised you’ve never played it before, it’s an iconic franchise.”

Courtney worked out a few more details with the two of you before making their way back to their pod. When she had left, Spencer turned his attention back to you. “Have you seriously never played Guitar Hero before?” He genuinely was having trouble believing that.

Truthfully, you had played before. Many times. And you were actually quite skilled at it. But it’s been quite some time since you picked up and played it, and you knew you would be rusty. Plus, you were mentally hatching a plan. Have Spence “teach” you the game, play extremely badly the whole time, then on stream you can kick his ass on Expert mode. Perfect plan.

“I have not. I might have played once or twice as a kid but I don’t really remember the controls or, like, speed, since I know some of the songs are really fast.”

“Okay, do you wanna come by my place tonight after work? I have a bunch of the Guitar Hero games but I also have Clone Hero which will probably be what we use on the stream anyway.”

Oh, right. Not-so-perfect plan. If you were to be taught, you needed to be taught before the livestream. Which means you had to hang out with Spencer outside of work. You can survive one night alone with him, right? You’ve done it so many times before. Sure, it’s been a few weeks since you guys hung out, and with your increasing feelings for him you were sure to be awkward. But it was Spencer! Your best friend in the whole world! It would be just fine. Right?