#I’m such a sucker for found family ugh

[zedortoo]

Ratchet and his kids… oughhh when he was all fucked up and probably in pain from predaking and shockwave but he still let bumblebee hug him… I wish we got to see Raf reunite with him HE WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT HIS PEEPAW

bonus 🙏

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Hi there, I have a request for aemond if your requests are open. It’s a little bit of hurt and comfort. I was thinking that maybe aemond had a bad day, like he lost during training or something. When he comes to bed that night his wife is there waiting for him, he snaps at her over something small and says something hurtful. She rushes out and then we get grovelling aemond, begging for her forgiveness. But she makes him work for it, she doesn’t forgive him on the first try.

It doesn’t have to follow along exactly, and don’t feel any pressure to accept if you don’t want to write it. I’m just a sucker for hurt/comfort with a lot of grovelling in between

no pressure at all!! happy to take any request, I need more mutuals in the hotd fandom 😫

ugh love a little angst, hope you enjoy xx

Work For It

PAIRING: Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,211.

WARNINGS: angst, swearing.

You could sense how tense Aemond had been throughout the day, progressively his mood getting worse. It started off with mother urging that he search for his older brother in God knows what dingy brothel he lured himself in, meaning he skipped an intimate breakfast with you. After endless hours of the morning, roaming the Streets of Silk, Ser Criston and himself had finally managed to find Aegon semi-unconscious in a narrow alleyway, on the corner of one of his frequented brothels. Lunging him back to the castle, Aemond was tiresome however was obedient to carry on with his duties, one of which was to train with the knights of the Kingsguard.

Usually he found himself greatly skilled against most of these men, however today it seemed he’d lost his focus. Round after round, he found himself making accidental mistakes, most that he knew he could’ve easily prevented. Had this been an actual battlefield, you would’ve been a widow, and your husband long gone. Thankfully, he survived.

You carefully observed him from a tower above. It was one of your favourite hobbies to pass time. Although, Aemond’s impatience at this point was palpable, and suddenly he snapped. He grew infuriated with himself that he called it quits, aggressively throwing his weapon on the floor, as he stormed off.

Instinctively, you wanted to chase after him, however, you’d convinced yourself it was most responsible to give him his space for now. Just some time to cool off, or so you thought he would.

****

“Aemond my dear, come here. Let me help you relax.”

A few hours after Aemond had left the training yard, he’d managed to present himself to dinner with the rest of the family. However, he remained suspiciously quiet. He didn’t normally act this way, and was often able to mask his emotions, although today he seemed on edge.

Occasionally, you’d caress his hand for some reassurance and he’d simply nod or give you a half-hearted smile. Although, nothing more.

And the cherry on top, Aegon kept nagging at his mood, which did not help the situation at all. You found that his fists would curl up tightly, taking a deep breath in and out.

Finally, the day close to an end, you found yourselves alone in your shared chambers.

He slowly walked towards you, still quiet. He knelt his head down, your foreheads pressed against each other softly.

“What’s wrong, my dear? Why are you so tense today?”

“I’ve just had enough of this family, in particular Aegon’s shenanigans.”

You tugged his forearm to seat himself beside you at the edge of the bed. He collapsed by your side, exhaling a deep sigh.

He really did go above and beyond for his family, and often it would go unrewarded.

“I know my love, but he is your brother. You must understand that Aegon’s in no easy position either, he has a lot of expectations on his shoulders.”

And instantly, Aemond snapped his attention towards you, his eyes glaring at you deeply, intimidating you, as he stood himself up, his tall height towering over you.

“What did you just say?” He unnervingly uttered, a low tone, so stoic you felt chills.

“I-I didn’t mean it like that, Aemond. Y-You know I don’t-”

“Is it Aegon that deserves some understanding, this royal treatment despite neglecting his duty? Must we all bend our backs for Aegon, even if he offers nothing in return, not even an ounce of dignity.”

“Aemond, please-”

“Perhaps it should be you that best seek out our Aegon, the next time he disappears. Maybe if you offer your cunt, he’ll say and do as you please, just like a whore.”

You hadn’t noticed the tears swelling in your eyes, until this very moment.

The venom in his voice was potent, your thoughts vanished. You remained quiet as you began to cry.

You looked around the room hastily, your eyes pacing as though an answer would present itself, or that this was all just a terrible dream.

However you were brought back to reality, as Aemond yelled your name.

“Isn’t that right, Y/N?! Perhaps your liking and understanding of Aegon should best be put to use!”

And without hesitation, you felt the urge to leave. You couldn’t stand to hear any more of it.

It was a painful exchange of words, and words it seemed that Aemond did not hesitate to share.

You wondered off mindlessly outside, not aware of where you were headed, nor where to go.

You felt breathless and that the air was growing thin, immediately you directed yourself to the royal gardens, hastily walking in hopes no one could interrupt you.

****

You sat alone, the cold stone bench you’d propped yourself on, as you tried desperately to catch your breath.

A whore, he resembled you to. Nonetheless for Aegon.

You hadn’t meant for the words to come out like that, only trying to reason the situation.

And it backfired terribly.

You knew you would’ve apologised, had Aemond not said what he’d said before you could.

You’d never seen him in such an ugly state. You began to feel furious as you reminisced the scene, over and over again, eventually you stopped sobbing.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed his bright, platinum hair eliminating in the darkness of the night. His head remained low, only momentarily did his eyes meet yours, before they fell to the floor.

Slowly he approached you, walking stiffly as though approaching an untamed dragon.

“Y/N, I-I’m-”

“Save your apology, Aemond. I’m in no mood to hear it.” You spat, your eyes glaring at Aemond, as he struggled to maintain eye contact.

“Please, Y/N-”

He swiftly knelt down before you, the cool light breeze grazing through the strands of his hair. His hands instinctively reached over to grip yours, although you shoved them away.

“Your words have stung me, Aemond. You knew that wasn’t what I meant and yet you twisted my words. You can feel as terrible as you want, in fact I hope you do. I may forgive you in time but I will not forget this night. Now leave me, or else I may take up on your suggestion from earlier… At least Aegon drunk, won’t bother to talk at all.”

He was lost, the tables turned. He remained still.

He’d never seen this side of you before, and knew there was no one else to blame although himself. And that would haunt him.

Of course you were no whore, and he knew how Aegon made you ill. You were simply being rational when he was blinded by fury.

Although it was too late. Hurtful words exchanged, and knowing he made you cry, plunges the knife deeper.

“Of course my dear, I can arrange to sleep elsewhere, you take the room… Just know, I am truly guilty, and this guilt will remain with me. I love you so very much, although I understand if your love has lessened. I am less a man today.”

And with that, a final stroke of your cheek and he was gone. You loved Aemond and that remained unchanged, however you felt a guard was up. Only time would tell, although you knew he’d have to work for you.

[xa176]

Here are some of my fav LIs from each season of litg (we all have different and similar opinions, please be respectful)

•S1: Jake and Talia. Jake was a slow burn but really did care for Mc and was just afraid to show it until last minute, coupled up with him the moment I had a chance, plus when Cherrygate happened… Jake put a protective arm around you as you walked away from your current partner. Talia is so gorgeous and thoughtful, when my Mc was coupled up with Mason, him and Levi started getting into it and Talia told them to stop swinging their dicks and made sure my Mc was ok. I of course replayed it and took the Talia route 😊 have not regretted it.

•S2: BOBBY!! No words can explain when my s2 Mc and him just meshed together. Literally so thoughtful, kind, loving and funny. He really was head over heels for Mc in the end and really cared for his friends! When drama would happen, he would be the first to try fix things together.

•S3: Harry and AJ. Harry is cute looking and I love his backstory of his family basically saying he is adopted and he has two other siblings (I think, it’s been awhile and I of course am not able to replay it) he explains he such a good brother and his old t-shirt looked kind of cute on my Mc. AJ gives off golden retriever energy and she’s so beautiful! Her style is beyond stunning and playing her route was heart warming for me.

•S4: Youcef. Now towards the end of the season I realized I’m a sucker for slow burns. At first I thought he and Bruno were ugly when they showed up in the hot tub date. But as we got to see more of his personality somewhere in between… I had to make my Mc couple up with him. But seriously… fusebox did him REALLY dirty. I remember someone saying this… every time he smiles he looks like he’s in pain. He kind of does tbh. I love his personality but he could have looked better. Also playing his route is the sweetest and the only time you are on track with his route is when you say honesty is the best policy when talking with Tiffany, Bruno and him.

•S5: now f*ck this season! My Mc coupled up with Suresh and took her f*cking money because screw that season. Worst season ever.

•S6: Lewie, Bella and Andy. Lewie is major Golden Retriever energy, I just find him so attractive that I made my Mc immediately coupled with him right away, he just wants everyone to get along and when things go south I think his Captain instincts kick in and try to keep the vibes going. Bella is the most patient woman ever in all the seasons, she literally waited for Mc. She’s just so out of this world too! Her smile is just… UGHHH I WAS SO IN LOVE THAT I HAD TO DO HER ROUTE TOO!! WORTH IT! Now Andy, he was the most popular casa boy this season, I mean look at him! How can anyone resist his smile? And his little prank you see if you brought him back to the main villa on movie night and his little dance, ugh my heart. (I had to play the Ryan route so I wouldn’t have felt guilty for leaving Lewie to be dumped) and he works with animals, I love animals!!

•S7: Joyo. This season wasn’t really worth it since it lost all its excitement after Mc went into the main villa. Joyo immediately caught my eye so I stayed loyal and now I’m replaying for a Raphael route.

•S8: Claudia, Bea and Max. Claudia is so gorgeous AND SHE DESERVED MY MC MORE THAN THEO. My opinion on Theo was that he was still a playboy and disrespected Claudia by trying to flirt with my Mc, like Theo I don’t want you, I want your girl you are not treating correctly. Bea is so gorgeous and if you aren’t on her route, she’s literally your best friend and you get the option to have a little date with her when you guys are in casa together. As I am writing this, I notice that I’m a huge sucker for golden retriever vibes. Max’s color yellow def suits him! Adorable and I found it funny when he pied off your last LI (in my case, it was Jin) and basically showed he wouldn’t back down just because Mc and the last LI had history.

•S9: I have no opinions so far on my favorites but Natasha be looking like she could be a bit of me. She’s beautiful. I just hope Fusebox brings back people from later seasons and people we weren’t able to romance at all. Like being Eddie back, he did not deserve to go and how he experienced love island. I want him to have a chance with my Mc this season.

[tiny-heist]

Does Chai have a home to go back to?

At the very beginning of the game, Chai wants to get off the Vandelay campus, but he never says “I want to go home” or something along those lines. He just keeps saying he wants to get off the island.

I don’t know if this is something to point out, and it’s me reading wayyyy too much into things, but with Chai’s tendency to kinda “act younger” you’d think he’d say something like “Ugh, this is so hard! I just wanna go home!” Or “can I go home now?” But he never mentions anything about home. He never even mentions a place to go. He just wants to get off the island.

This may be me projecting onto him about not having a good family and home life, but this is my hyperfixation, damn it!

In the game models, it says how Chai’s a college dropout, and do you ever think that Chai may have gotten kicked out for that? He’s also called a slacker a numerous amount of times in the game. It just leads me to believe that his parents or whoever took care of him really didn’t care for his rockstar dream, so when Chai dropped out for that dream, or possibly just wasn’t great in academics, they kicked him out. It’s like a “If he wants to be a slacker, he can be one somewhere else, not in my damn house” type of deal.

Because if Chai did have a home to go back to, you’d think the ending may have shown something like him calling someone, talking to another person, or maybe writing a simple text and it could have the same camera angle as Macaron when you see him working on CMNM to be able to look down at what he’s texting. A hint that he has a home to go back to. However, he’s not shown anything and never mentions anything.

If Chai never had a home to go back, then the ending just becomes so much more emotional for me because this means he found his home. It’s like a found family story.

And if it’s like a found family story, we can get into how there’s that whole thing about what home really is, and it’s the people and how you feel safe and secure in a place. A home isn’t just a house. A house is simply the vessel one can have as a home, and it can have the elements of what really makes something feel like home, but it’s not home. Home can be anything that makes you feel like you belong, like you’re safe in this place with these people in your environment. You feel safe because of the people you’ve bonded with and care about. Chai has found that home with his friends at the Vandelay campus. He found a place in his little group of misfits, and he sees that he finally has people he can lean onto.

And the song they play at the end, Synesthesia, means a whole lot more because when he’s with his friends at the Vandelay island, he gets to show all of himself to them. He feels that safety to feel everything with them, to be all the colors of himself. He gets to shine as a person and fully embrace his potential because of all the support he had with his friends. And it really gets me going because I’m a sucker for that shit, and I’ll eat it up.

Ugh, I feel like I didn’t make sense with this, but oh well. Tbh, I feel like what I’m saying here is a stretch, and people can have their own interpretations, but I like making up lore (especially sad ones tee hee) for my characters who don’t have one canonically lol

[whorelyyy]

I guess you really do have to leave the house to meet people...

Today, she was going to enjoy herself—her weekend. She remembered seeing a thrift store with a café in the next town over. A budget-friendly shopping spree? Yes, please, Raz thought excitedly as she headed out the door.

She hurried into the car, blasting her favorite songs on repeat and singing along loudly. Who didn’t love a little pump-up mix moment? About 15 minutes later, Raz parked and walked into the thrift store, Thrifttea. She grabbed a raspberry boba tea and started browsing the racks. She was determined to find something cute today.

She sipped her boba while going through the first few racks. Nothing stood out yet, but she wasn’t worried. She had a feeling a good find was coming. Moving to the other side of the store, she heard a voice behind her.

“I love your outfit! I have the same top, but in black. Did you get it from Bullet?”

Surprised, Raz turned and smiled. “Yeah! I just got it—the set, actually.” She motioned to her matching skirt and continued, “I’m a sucker for a matching set. Plus, I saw Yeliah from Kept Woman wearing something similar, so I had to. And less thinking,” Raz laughed softly, “gotta love an automatic outfit.”

The woman’s beautiful husky voice responded through giggles, “An automatic outfit—I love that. I could use something like that. I always make such a mess putting together outfits, littering my room with every piece of clothing I own.” She smiled and added, “I’m Elena, by the way.”

Raz smiled back. “Elena, that’s a pretty name. I’m Raz.”

“Thank you, it’s a family name,” Elena replied with a shrug and a smile. “Nice to meet you, Raz.”

“You too,” Raz said, smiling.

“So, great taste in clothes and music? I love Kept Woman. I got to see them on their last tour, Why Is This. Were you there too?” Elena asked.

“Ugh, I wish! I’m new to the area, and I would’ve killed to see them live. You’re so lucky!” Raz gushed.

“A crime! I hope they tour again so you can catch them. Yeliah is such a powerhouse,” Elena said.

“Fingers crossed,” Raz giggled and added, “Do you know of any other good shows coming up soon?”

Elena paused for a second, thinking, then excitedly replied, “Actually, tonight at my work, DJ Free Fears is playing. I’ve seen him a few times in San Myshuno—you should totally come! I can even get you in for free.”

“Oh my god, I would love that! Thank you so much!” Raz continued eagerly, “I can totally pay for my ticket though—”

Before she could finish, Elena cut her off. “No way! I get free tickets to events. It’s no big deal, I promise. Plus, you seem cool, Raz. I want to get to know you better.”

Raz felt her smile grow, her cheeks flushing. “At least let me buy you a boba. What flavor do you want?”

Elena grinned and laughed. “I’ll take a black milk tea.”

Raz beamed as she made her way over to the counter. “Perfect.”

Raz ordered Elena’s tea, and the two found a table to sit and chat. The conversation flowed easily, and they quickly discovered how much they had in common. They both loved the same music, studied business in college, and hadn’t finished their degrees. The similarities just kept coming. It was nice, Raz thought, to have someone to talk to like this. She really liked Elena—she was witty, kind, and easy to talk to. Raz hoped this friendship would stick.

Hours passed without them realizing, and before they left the shop, Elena made sure they exchanged numbers. As they stepped outside, Elena quickly typed something on her phone.

“Okay, I just sent you my work address. It’s a club over in Windenburg. I’ll be working, so I’ll have to do bottle service when people order, but I should have time to hang out too!” Elena looked up at Raz with a smile. “Text me if you need anything!”

Raz’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I can’t wait! Thank you so much again, Elena. Meeting you feels like serendipity.”

Elena smiled warmly and pulled Raz in for a hug. “I agree.” As she started walking toward her car, she called over her shoulder with a goofy grin, “Get ready to party, girly!” mimicking drinking from an invisible bottle.

Raz laughed enthusiastically. “I’ll see you later!” she called after her, still smiling.

[runningfrom2am]

“Are you really the only woman in the Capitol who isn't insufferably annoying?” (The Wedding)

“It seems that all our classmates have monkey brains, or something.” (Empty Threats)

"The other one, it's hers." (Chapter VIII)

“I probably killed you.” (Chapter IX)

“I wouldn’t hurt you on purpose. Ever.” (Empty Threats)

“Yes, he knows you would never do that.” (Chapter XV)

“Trust is the most important thing.” (Empty Threats)

“Don't you trust me?” / “More than anything.” (Chapter XV)

“So you trust me?” / “Of course I do.” (Empty Threats)

UGH i am just a sucker for parallels and foreshadowing (kind of foreshadowing if it’s a prequel?)

also i’m gonna number these as well hope that’s cool bc i have THOUGHTS

2. i mean… he didn’t technically lie bc he didn’t do it on purpose. he quite literally (in his mind) was trying to save her from a worse fate (even if he didn’t know details and just thought they would be apart but to him that was unbearable for the both of them). he was just a little misguided but the energy was there. the “i probably killed you” is such a guy wrenching statement looking back when reading empty threats bc even though he thought he hurt her beyond saving he FELT SO BAD and i’ll cry ab this honestly

4. i would like to ADD:

“i’ve got an idea, but you have to trust me.” / “i do.” (The Finer Things in Life)

AH they just stay reassuring each other through the WHOLE THING which i think plays a huge role in why r is so quick to forgive him after the betrayal. she’s consistently been able to trust him- he’s one of very few people in her life she can trust so of course she’ll believe that he was trying to help. she just had to indirectly vent a bit of her anger first :)

alsooo maybe another parallel between r and tigris to be found here, tigris says he has to get lucy gray to trust him and that’s the best place to start, and r agreed and as we know, trust is big for her too. it also would make sense that this falter in trust within their family years down the line could lead to tigris being effectively exiled: they don’t trust her anymore, similar to how they no longer trusted lucy gray before she disappeared.

[bookshelvesandtealeaves]

✨ BOOK REVIEW ✨

Sucker Punch by Kayla Faber

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

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Thank you so much to the author for sending me an e-copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

I absolutely loved this book!

The found family in this book is everything and I’m so excited to read the other books in this series and dive further in. The way these characters all love each other, go out of their way for each other, are all in with each other, made me heart sing.

Pam was an absolute sweetheart as a main character, though her self image issues were sometimes difficult to read. I just wanted to shake sense into her every time she put down her physical appearance! You don’t have to be “beautiful” to be beautiful, dammit. But ugh she was just so lovely and wholesome and she has such a big heart.

Lea was the perfect love interest. I am lowkey just as obsessed with her as Pam. If Lea was real, I’d absolutely be one of her biggest fans, no lie. Everything about her was just so lovely and I really loved watching their cute little romance play out.

I seriously can’t recommend this enough if you’re looking for a feel-good romance.

[lunar-years]

We never got to see the aftermath of The Man City Hug™️, but there’s a direct parallel between that locker room scene and Sam’s dad in the locker room in Season 3. So, either the team showed up for Jamie somehow after the whole confrontation with Jamie’s dad, OR the team didn’t show up at all and it was Jamie’s idea to get the team to clean up Sam’s restaurant. Or maybe it was someone else’s idea, but Jamie is the one to say, “What does this situation need?” so I’m inferring that he’s the one who came up with it. And I’m also a sucker for Sam and Jamie’s friendship, so there’s that.

In the mess of Season 2, it’s not likely that anyone actually did anything to comfort Jamie (apart from Roy ofc), but I’ll always have a soft spot for the found family trope. Idk if you’ve answered this before but would love to know what you think happened

ugh my head is still stuck at how much it sucks that we never got any man city follow up ��� (well, clearly the writers see Mom City as the follow-up. But to me Mom City opens up more threads than it concludes so 😪 too little too late. sigh.).

But I LOVE the idea that Jamie was the one to reach out to the boys after finding out about Sam's restaurant to be like, 'hey lads what are we doing about this?' :) i truly think that was a full team effort idea but i love thinking about Jamie instigating that conversation!! To me Sam and Jamie best friendism is soooo real and incredibly beloved. <3

I think in terms of Man City it's not that the team didn't want to step in a help Jamie, but that they were truly caught off guard and shocked and genuinely didn't know how to respond, because none of the rest of them have been in that kind of situation before. I definitely think Jamie would've dreaded going in for their next training, and then there would be sinking feeling when he walks into the dressing room and it goes uncomfortably silent as they all look up at him, where he's thinking that all his dread was justified. But really it's just a brief awkward moment before Isaac and Colin crack a goofy joke they definitely rehearsed beforehand (and it's kind of a weak one all in all but everyone is sure to laugh extra hard and play off of it until the laughing grows into something easier and more genuine and the tension laps off Jamie's shoulders in waves and he's at ease again with :) ) (Roy catches Isaac's eye as they all head out to the pitch and nods approvingly)

Like, I guess basically I'm not sure there would be a direct conversation about what happened with anyone apart from Roy and Keeley, because I don't think the other boys are particularly equipped to broach that topic in a way that would actually be good and helpful for Jamie moving forward. And anyway I expect Jamie prefers they don't linger on it and don't treat him like he's glass, which all the boys pick up on, so really the best way to be there for him is just to continue being his friends and not treating him any differently. But they also don't ignore it by any means, or shy away from it if Jamie ever does bring it up. They're just letting him take the lead with it to do what's best for him. I also do think he and Sam eventually have a deeper conversation about it, and Dani definitely invites Jamie to visit his entire family in Mexico that summer, to which Jamie is like "you know that just because I have shit dad doesn't mean you have to give me a pity invite me to join your family over break, right?" and Dani is just like, "I would ALL of my amigos to meet my family, Jamie Tartt. I invited Gladys my next door neighbour too, you're not special" (but Jamie is definitely special) ❤️💙

[katagawajr]

10 Characters | 10 Fandoms | 10 Tags!

(tagged by @babeoffrontiers thank you!!! 🫶)

i think other than the number one spot, none of these are in any particular order. but yes let's begin.

Caleb Widogast (Critical Role). undisputed favorite character in any piece of media, he’s my entire world. literally a perfect narrative story, an emotional character exploration of grief and found family and time itself. profoundly sad man but also filled with so much silly sweetness that makes the sadness even MORE painful. he's a friend, he's a lover, he's a pining man, he's of the empire but not a friend to the empire. he's MY boy, he's a magic man, he's trying to be the man his parents believed he could be. i can cry (and have cried) about him for hours on end but i’m not making this list any longer. ("hi caleb... how are you doing today?" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH)

Gale Dekarios (Baldur’s Gate 3). omg another sad wizard? sorry i have a type. wyll also belongs on this list but i’m hopelessly drawn to gale so i have to pick him. mama’s boy? cat dad? big wet eyes, a little suicidal and extremely devoted? i don’t know that i’ve clutched my heart harder than when i saw his act 2 romance scene for the first time. i think it also just pulls at my heartstrings that his relationship with tav is so showing of his kindness regardless of whether or not you romance him. even platonic gale is so ;-;

Ann Takamaki (Persona 5). i fought about putting yusuke or ryuji or even zenkichi but this spot has to go to ann because she's just so. perfect. the first arc of p5 is the BEST hands down and she's literally one of the biggest reasons why. the writers end up ruining her but the way she grows even in that first arc... her confidant scene with the line "i'm just a lonely, scared girl..." BREAKS ME. she's a treasure, she's strong and kind and wants to be a light for others while not giving up on the things that make her 'girly.' and her love for ryuji as best friends is one of my favorite dynamics ever.

Artemis (Hades). i love artemis in general, i grew an attachment during my greek mythology kid phase and never let go so i'm obsessed with every iteration of her in media. but artemis in hades has my favorite visual design in the game combined with her quiet sweetness :') and her willingness to have a family bond with zagreus because she's also an outcast who's overwhelmed by her other family members. and then to be a total badass of a goddess, ugh love her.

Katagawa Jr. (Borderlands). okay this one is funny because i honestly love katagawa as an OC more than canon... like canon treated him pretty badly and if it was based on that alone then august tftbl would be in this spot. but the POTENTIAL... ohhh the potential... youngest son born into the highest echelon of one of the most powerful companies in the galaxy, but to CEO parents who see them only as property?? and puts barcodes on the back of their necks?? and katagawa jr being the desperately lonely, attention-seeking son? don't get me started on him and naoko... genuinely my OC now. i took him from canon.

Julian Devorak (The Arcana). this one always embarrasses me to talk about because it's like a romance visual novel game. so let's make it quick. but julian is unironically such a good character, i'm a sucker for the way he loves his little sister more than anything in the world. also for being a silly pirate plague doctor who wants to help people, blames himself for a past he can't even remember, and trips over his own heels being so madly in love. the outfit and eyepatch too, 10/10.

Crona Gorgon (Soul Eater). the definition of 'nonbinary baby' LMAO- but seriously, i instantly fell in love with their design when i first watched. one of the best ever, including ragnarok's design being a part of them. being so powerful but so pained, just such a sad soul and it's so interesting to watch them on screen. i love a character that seems silly and awkward and then also can turn very scary/cool. brief shoutout to stein though, i almost put him on here instead because his design and fighting style are just peak >>

Mad Maggie (Apex Legends). my first ever apex love was horizon, but idk when maggie came out i just fell in love with her personality? she's SO funny to me. i also love her and fuse's backstory, and i think her tough attitude but capability of being kinda sweet as well is cute (although i genuinely just adore her as a mean character too. let women be meaner. she's funny and hot about it). her kit is also very fun even though i'm bad with it, i love riot drilling halfway across the map when i play her. her voice is 10/10 and even her theme music is banger.

Undyne (Undertale). undertale still has one of the greatest narratives in all of gaming history and i will die happily on that hill. sorry. undyne was always my girl, her being the badass knight (that everyone assumes is some scary guy), her theme music is still one of THE best video game songs ever. her design is amazing, finding out that she's papyrus's friend and that she's in love with alphys, her backstory with asgore. all amazing character beats. and that's not even mentioning the genocide run... "for the sake of the whole world... I, UNDYNE, WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN." ugh.

Prince Canute (Vinland Saga). gah i haven't even watched season 2 yet because i'm terribly behind. BUT. oh my god, i think canute's monologue in the snow in season 1 actually fundamentally changed my brain???? and the way that i think??? like i felt something crack within me. i actually gave a talk about that exact scene in an animation class i had once. anyways i loved watching him on screen and watching him change... watching him be so sad... not to mention his design is just very very pretty. can't wait to see my best friend canute in s2 i'm sure nothing bad will happen right.

tagging: @magnuficentwo @aliensmoothie and anyone else who wants to do it if you feel like it, no obligation :) i'm bad at the tagging part of tag games sorry!

[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

hi! I’m not sure if you do matchups, but would you be able to match me with someone from twd? I’m tall, kind of chubby, I have brown eyes and long brown hair, I’m pansexual, I have attachment issues and I love the “she fell first but he fell harder” trope. thank you and I totally understand if you don’t do this !

Love this request idea, it sounds so cute and I too am a sucker for the "she fell first but he fell harder" trope. I'm thinking from the vibe you gave me, you'd be perfect with Tara!

here you go 🖤

masterlist

Pairing: Tara x requested reader

Attached

When the world went to shit, you didn't expect to be so good at it. Sure, you'd grown up in the Virginia woods and lived with an outdoorsy family, but it was never you. You preferred the indoors with A.C. and your television. But alas, life wasn't what you expected, and you didn't turn out that way either.

You became lethal with a gun. You could take down walker after walker, enemy after enemy. It was as if you'd taken every off-handed conversation you heard from your father and brothers and ingrained it into your very core.

It didn't make sense, not to you at least, that you were the only survivor of your family and countless other groups. You couldn't fathom the idea of being the lone survivor. But you never questioned it. Every day was a fight, and you went into it willingly.

Aaron took you in willingly when you found Alexandria after months on the run by yourself. He believed you would help the community survivors and offer expertise on runs and safety. Which you gladly did for a warm bed to sleep in and food on hand.

You were there for a long time before Aaron brought in another group--this one large, with people that looked a lot like you did a few months ago. Deanna assigned them all jobs, and they slowly merged into the community, albeit with some trouble.

Your run group added a few more people, one of whom was a woman named Tara. She wasn't like you at all. She loved to talk and fist-bumped you when you first met her. She had a pretty smile and hair the same color as yours. You liked her immediately, you felt drawn in by how she joked around with Glenn and Noah, and it made you want to be a part of their inside jokes.

But that wasn't you; this world taught you not to get attached. So you watched from afar, trying to keep feelings toward her at bay. Even when she was hurt during runs, you forced yourself to avoid the infirmary to save yourself the trouble.

Even after the saviors destroyed Alexandria and altered everyone's world, and after they were defeated and Alexandria was rebuilt.

Though in that time frame, the two of you did grow closer. It was hard not to when you were all fighting for your lives. And though you liked it when she sought you out for anything and nothing several times a day, you ignored how it made your stomach flutter. You knew that you flirted with her, and she flirted with you. There were parts of you that wanted to just drop the act and kiss her; to tell her how you feel and what you wanted from her. But you never did.

It was better for you not to be attached.

***

"Come on," Tara said to you as you continued on your walk. It had been a long day of helping Aaron in the gardens. "We used to go on runs all the time, you think you're too good for me?"

You snorted and shook your head as you paused. "I'm tired, and tomorrow is the first morning I'll have off in weeks. Why don't you see if Daryl or Rosita want to go with you?" You asked, looking down at her due to the couple inches you had on her.

"Because I like it better when you come," Tara said. You raised an eyebrow, and she laughed, "Not how I meant it." She said.

You sighed at look at her, admiring the way the wind pushed back her hair. You didn't understand how she could've gotten more beautiful since the day you met her.

"Ugh," You groaned, "Okay, okay. I'll go. But I don't wanna leave until at least eight."

She smiled and squeezed your arm, "Whatever you say, toots."

***

"Where are we even going?" You asked as you looked out the window. You'd only been driving a few minutes, but it wasn't in the direction of the usual run stops. Unless they had changed, which you wouldn't know.

"It's a surprise," Tara told you.

You glanced at her with a raised eyebrow. "A surprise? With walkers around every corner. You're joking."

She simply shook her head and turned the volume of the CD player up. You sighed and looked back out the window.

Twenty minutes later, she pulled into an old mall strip, and you straightened your back up. There weren't many stores, and most of them had their front windows broken. A lone walker started heading your way, which you didn't worry about.

"What are we doing here?" You asked as you stepped out of the car.

"For this," She nodded.

You looked at the strip and realized she was nodding to an old mom-and-pop bookstore. You raised an eyebrow and watched her take down the lone walker. Then with a smile, she looked at you. "Come on."

The shop was small and dimly lit, but it was relatively clean. Too clean, in fact, and you knew that someone must've straightened it up. There were even two cushioned chairs centered between columns of books, with a small table.

Tara walked up to it and dumped the contents of her bag out: water and a container of food. From the looks, it was some sort of pasta with a red sauce, no doubt tomatoes from the gardens.

"Tara, what are you doing?"

"Well, I knew you would never make the first move, so I figured I would."

Your stomach erupted in butterflies, and you felt your hands sweat. "W-what?"

She turned to look at you and nodded her head toward the seat. "I'm not blind. I see the way you look at me. Sit."

In your shock and confusion, you did as she said and was given a bowl of food. "Tara, I don't..."

"I know you have your issues or whatever, but I'm getting tired of waiting around." She said with a smile as she sat down. "So, this is a date."

You stared down at the food and started shaking your head. "I can't... I don't..."

She said your name lightly and leaned over to grab your hand. "You can take as much time to process this as you want. But I like you, a lot, and have for a really long time.''

Her eyes met yours and she leaned further, waiting. You knew what she was waiting for and you hesitated, because you didn't want to get attached. You didn't want to have your heartbroken. But seeing her there, waiting for you to kiss her, you couldn't stop yourself.

So you leaned in and kissed her, finally letting yourself get attached.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

NOO I LOVED IT SM!!! I’m fr sick a sucker for this trope I love how it’s kept like the essence of the tension in the relationship but still distinguishes itself from fwtkac!! I’m never getting over the childhood friends addition though it’s just so ugh >>>>> I think that really helped spice up the dynamic too to keep it diff!! And I MISS MY WIFE KARASU SHDGS so real what a sappy loser I love him

Bro is so whipped he’s spilling his heart out to her the minute he gets the chance to talk to her LMAOOO

LMFAO I’m not gonna lie that “I WAS SIX” line hit me like I was fully like team y/n then he says that and I’m like oh yeah wait huh he kinda has a point

Also I LOVE HOW YOU WROTE HIS MEDIOCRITY COMPLEX!!! It reminds me of the light novel scene where Hiori is like you’re amazing and flawless but karasus like nah bro I gotta juggle school life friends etc which now it’s clear he said that because of how hard he works to not be mediocre (Lowk the puzzle pieces are coming together now that we see him interacting with Nagi a bit too) but I cannot lie the effortless genius plus the hardworking achiever will always have a special place in my heart… like part of him admires the natural born geniuses but another part of him feels conflicted and envies them for the way they’re so extraordinary…goodbye

Karasu is SO bf material i swear every post i see doing the flags trend shoves him into red flag and im here sitting like did we read the same series..?

HIS FIVE FANS Karasu nation we will grow trust….here stanning both Karasu and Mira in Mira we trust!!! I seriously don’t know if I would’ve made it to s2 if I hadn’t found your blog like

LMAOOO they were so foul but so funny but omg Lowk scared about what’s gonna happen to yuta but im hoping for a miracle

Baya having a side hustle so true…

THE KARASU CAT SHSHSHSHSH SO TRUE but also THE SIAMESE CAT ugh so real this is kinda unrelated but this fic reminded me how much I want to know more details about Karasu’s family and home background like please give us more crumbs epinagi

Anyways I ate that up so fast I cannot wait to see what you write next

-Karasu anon

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS MY FAV DYNAMIC FR omg i love it sm i will insert it into literally any fic possible (although i haven’t written it for a longer project in a hot sec 😭💔). i think it really does magnify any dynamic 10x — like angst, fluff, romance, etc all becomes more intense when it’s childhood friends involved (which is why a certain someone’s request for a childhood friend’s fic w otoya has me pumped asf HEHE once i finish up my event stuff i’ll probably work on that next)

I MISS MY WIFE KARASU SO REAL SO TRUE imagine he’s in bllk like emo asf and otoya is like yo what’s wrong…and he’s like “i miss my girlfriend 😭😭😭😭😭😔😔😔😔😔💔💔💔💔💔” and he’s so dramatic abt it that otoya thinks she’s dead?? so he’s like damn sorry 4 ur loss but then he sees her during the break and thinks she’s a ghost or smth LMAOAOA

NO FR like okay y/n you have a point you ate you did in fact gag him a bit i fear…but also bro was six why are you still mad to this DAY!! like i said they both had points and it really was more of a miscommunication thing because in the end both of them just wanted to be friends again but were too stubborn to speak up about it

i actually think freaky friday y/n is quite similar to nagi just to a much lesser extent (because she. yk. has friends and parental figures and whatnot) so i do think that karasu envies her as much as he did nagi/other prodigies — however he’s simultaneously so in love that he doesn’t care because he’s too busy being awed by her that he could never truly hate her yk…like he wants to be someone on her level but not necessarily her?? idk. i think you could also delve into how y/n admires his work ethic and attentiveness and wishes she was as relatable and likable as him because the envy kinda goes both ways w them!!

WHENEVER I SEE KARASU BEING PUT AS A RED FLAG I SCREAMMMM BRO HE IS NOT!! he, yuki, barou, hiori, nanase, and MAYBE isagi are like the only green flags in the entire bllk program the rest are varying shades of yellow to red tbh 😭 barou and karasu might be rude on the field but they both are like canonically respectful to women they would be GOOD BFS leave my men tf alone 😰 karasu literally still remembers his first crush don’t lump him in w otoya and aiku just because he’s a sarcastic black haired baddie 😕

HAHA omg yay i’m glad you found me 💖 karasu nation will multiply as SOON as he scores on rin and shidou’s team LMAOAO i know for a fact so many people will convert to tabieitaism just because they’re shown to be so cool during the third selection (going to take so many screenshots of karasu being all “😒 so immature 😒” @ shidou vs rin) i can feel it in my bones…but we have BEEN here hehe putting in the work fr

I JUST NEED TO SEE KARASU’S SISTER 🙏🏻 and yesss cat owner karasu agenda needs to spread he’s such a kitty cat coded man LMAO (so is hiori but in the opposite way somehow). actually on the subject i also need to see otoya’s siblings…and mayhaps a baby nagi panel or two…so many things that epinagi needs to deliver to me w a swiftness

YAYY thank you sm i will hopefully have some more stuff out soon!! the next few requests i have to do aren’t bllk-related unfortunately but after that i have two hiori requests left from my event and then i get to yours!! plus hopefully more hollyhock and maybe even a peregrine comeback…dare i say…don’t get your hopes up but also i miss nagi UGHHHH

[forever-rogue]

Lessons

AN | Nothing to see here except some fluff. Is this partially inspired by my life? Yes. Is it very much what I wish would happen? Also yes. Enjoy ❤️

Summary | Taking a Spanish class seemed like a good idea - until you found yourself struggling. Luckily, fate seemed to have some other plans.

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Mentions of sex [nothing explicit] 

Word Count | 2.6k

Masterlist | Frankie, Main

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He paused when he heard soft murmuring from the other side of the bookshelf. Frankie removed his hand from the spine of the book he had been contemplating and leaned in closer to listen. All he could make out was a soft voice, gently muttering for a moment before huffing in frustration. 

Not quite sure what he was hearing, he quietly walked to the end of the shelf and peeked his head around the corner. There was no way he could help the smile that instantly tugged up the corners of his mouth. 

There you were, sitting at the small table, your laptop, a book, and copious amounts of notes surrounding you. A cup of coffee was clutched in your hand as you stared at the page in front of you with a frown on your face. You didn't even notice him.

It was only when you started to read out loud to yourself again when he realized that you were speaking to yourself in Spanish. Attempting to anyway, given by the frustrated look on your face.

Frankie found it hard not to stare; even in what he assumed was your most disheveled state, you were gorgeous. He could walk away; he should have walked away instead of standing there like a creep. Luckily the small bookstore café wasn't terribly crowded on a Saturday afternoon. He huffed lightly to himself, trying to figure out what to do - stay or go, go or stay. 

But while he was having his dilemma, you’d noticed from the corner of your eye and looked up. You couldn’t help but smile lightly, biting your lip, but worried that maybe you’d been too loud and disturbed him, “I’m sorry if I’m being obnoxious. I’ll try to be more quiet.”

Frankie stopped at the sound of your voice and looked up, a light flush of warmth creeping into his cheeks. His heart hammered in his chest, practically threatening to burst out, as he took you in. His dark eyes locked onto yours as you both just grinned at each other before you burst into a fit of giggles. He took the opportunity and came closer, hovering at the edge of your table, “no, hi - no, no. I heard you - hi, sorry. I-I’m Francisco - Frankie.”

Oh boy. He was already a sucker for you. You grinned before pointing at the chair across the table from you and offered him your name, “hi Frankie.”

“Hi,” your ability to turn his brain into mush was incomparable. He held out his hand to you, which you gladly shook, marveling at how large and warm it is, soft despite the rough calluses, how easily it enveloped yours, “you’re studying Spanish?”

“Ugh, yeah,” you admitted with a dismal glance at your notes, “perhaps not so much studying as getting frustrated. It’s not that hard but some of the little things trip me up. I should have taken it in high school… But I figured it was time to learn. 

“Any particular reason you’re putting yourself through this apparent toture?” he asked as you laughed.

“I figured it would be useful for work and just in general,” you admitted, “and personal reasons.”

“Personal reasons,” he repeated, feeling his heart dropping into his stomach. He had a strong feeling that meant you were in it for a partner.

“Yes, nosey, personal reasons,” your teasing, shy smile was infectious as he tried hard not to stare at you, “nothing that deep; people often assume I speak Spanish and it’s always fun when you stare back at them with a blank expression. And a lot of my family and friends speak it and I’d like to travel around South America hopefully not too far in the future and I figured it was important to do my best to learn before I go and not assume everyone speaks English. I hate that mindset.”

“Those sound like the best reasons,” he couldn’t deny that he was relieved to hear that it wasn’t for another person after all, “we grew up speaking it at home. My mama used to make us put a quarter into a jar anytime we spoke English at home.”

“I like that,” you laughed, “I don’t know if Spanish particularly likes me right now.”

“Would you like some help?” the words were out of his mouth almost immediately as your eyes grew wide in surprise. He immediately grew nervous, the pink flush in his cheeks turning deeper as he tried to figure out if he’d overstepped his boundaries, “I, umm…I’m fluent. In Spanish…speak fluently. Ugh - I think you know what I mean.”

“Oh yes,” you grinned at his nerves, “well then I’m even more embarrassed at what you had to hear.”

“Don’t be,” he sat up straighter and took a lot at some of your notes; thorough and neat he noted. You watched him in amusement as you watched him look them over, brows knitted in concentration. He paused for a moment before reaching into the pocket of his flannel and pulling out a pair of thick rimmed glasses. As soon as he put them on, butterflies fluttered in your belly as you realized how handsome he looked. Frankie caught you watching him with interest, “sorry - blind.”

“I like them,” you promised, “but you don't have to help. I’m sure you have better things to do and I just need to push through.”

“I want to,” he promised, “besides, practice makes perfect. I can at least help you with your homework.”

 “Okay, Frankie,” you nodded gently, “I’d like that.”

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You stared at your phone, finger hovering his contact information. It would be so easy - just send him a quick text. All you’d do was ask him for help with some homework. That was it. He was the one that had given you his phone number after all. Had he only done it to be polite? Or did he expect you to use it? Were you making this more complicated than it needed to be? Definitely. 

“Ugh,” you sighed to yourself before staring back at the assignment that was pulled up on your laptop. Yeah no, you definitely could use some help. Without allowing yourself to overthink, you quickly typed out a message to him. It was short and direct and basic, only asking if he had time soon to help you out. 

You were tempted to throw your phone across the room and pretend it didn’t exist, but you weren’t able to; your phone lit up with a text almost immediately. Nerves settled in your belly as you opened the text. And to your surprise, he’d said yes and he was free tomorrow. You quickly texted back and confirmed the time and place. 

You weren’t able to hold back the delighted sound that escaped your lips. You knew it was only for help with some homework, but that didn’t stop you from getting excited from seeing him again. There had definitely been something between the two of you when you first met…at least in your mind. Something about Frankie had stuck with you and to be honest, you hadn’t been able to get him out of your mind for the last few days. There was something about him that had resonated with you. Needless to say, you were excited to see him again. Even if it was simply for homework. 

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You were nervous as you walked into the cafe, bookbag tucked under your arm as you walked to your usual spot in the back. You’d arrived a few minutes early to settle in and grab some coffee, but to your surprise, Frankie was already sitting back there, two coffees on the table next to him. 

“Hi,” a smile instantly lit up his face as soon as he spotted you walking up. Frankie jumped out of his spot and pulled out the chair for you. You were surprised by the kind gesture but sat down and put your stuff down. Frankie followed suit and pushed one of the coffees toward you, “I hope it doesn’t sound weird, but I looked at what you had ordered last time and just ordered the same thing.”

“That’s very kind of you, Frankie,” your shy smile practically made his heart melt as you took a sip of the coffee, “it also happens to be my favorite coffee order. I’m a creature of habit.”

“Good to know,” a flush of pink crept into his cheeks as you pulled out your notes and textbook. He helped, looking over your notes with a small nod of approval, which somehow gave you a small sense of pride that you weren’t doing too terribly, “are you sure you even need help? Looks like you’ve got a knack for this.”

“My notes can be deceiving,” you admitted, “it’s the speaking part that throws me. And it’d be nice to get some practice in. We do have an oral midterm and final and I’d prefer not to sound like a complete fool.”

“Oral exams?” Frankie couldn’t stop himself, eyes widening as realized what he’d said. To his surprise, you snorted and laughed, which caused him to relax and laugh as well, “sorry…didn’t mean to say it…like that.”

“It does sound…pretty bad,” you agreed, nudging his elbow with yours, “hopefully some practice will help. Now I’m just worried I’ll make a fool out of myself!”

“I swear you won’t,” he insisted, leaning back in his chair, looking ever the picture of cool and collected, “practice makes perfect…or rather helps make it easier - no such thing as perfect.”

“Well then, shall we practice?” 

“Let’s.”

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Over time, you’d leaned more and more on Frankie for his help. At first you’d felt bad like you were wasting his time and using him for your own purpose, but Frankie was always more happy to make time for you. Throughout the semester, you grew to spend at least one weekend afternoon together, usually tucked away for hours, flitting between homework and talking about anything and everything else. 

You weren’t sure exactly where and when it happened, but somewhere along the line you’d fallen for him. Fast and hard, and like nothing. He went from the stranger you’d met in the cafe to one of your closest friends in almost time. It was almost scary how easy it was - he wasn’t perfect - who was? - far from it, but he was a good, kind, caring man that was trying his best in life. You didn’t know what your friendship would hold once the semester was over, but you desperately hoped he’d still be around. 

“Hey,” Frankie was waving his hand in front of you, a bemused expression on his face, “where’d you go?”

“I…totally didn’t realize I was zoning out,” there was a sheepish grin on your face as you grew warm under his intent gaze, “sorry. Where were we?”

“Actually, there was something else I wanted to ask you,” Frankie scratched the back of his neck as you tried not to look too worried. This was it - you knew he was going to tell you that he couldn’t help you anymore or that he didn’t want to. This was going to be the last time you saw him. The best parts of your week were coming to an end. You swallowed the lump that had welled up in your throat but gave him a nod to go on, “I hope this isn’t too weird and I’m not reading this wrong - but I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner. With me. Like a date. Do you want to go on a date with me?”

A  giggle bubbled up at how nervous he was and how relieved you were that he wasn’t ending your friendship. His eyebrows shot up, wondering if you were going to say no, but when you reached over and gave his hand a gentle squeeze, he visibly relaxed, “I thought you were going to tell me you didn’t want to see me anymore!”

“What?!” he was shocked that you would even think he would do something like that, “no, I’d never…if anything, I want to see you more.”

“I…I’m glad that’s how you feel,” you beamed at him, relishing in the knowledge that he felt the same as you did, “I would like that. I’d really like that actually. To be honest, I was already trying to figure out how to keep hanging out with you once the semester was over.”

“Were you planning on continuing in Spanish?”

“Yeah, but the second semester wouldn’t start until the fall,” you explained, “and I didn’t want to have to wait until then to see you again. I guess you beat me to it.”

“I’m glad I did,” he was over the moon, feeling more excited than he had in a long time. Before you could stop yourself, you leaned over and quickly kissed his cheek, causing him to turn bright red, “are you free after this?”

“It’s a date,” you promised, internally screaming at your good fortune. Suddenly you were glad you’d initially struggled with your class. Without that, you weren’t sure you’d have met him, “as long as you’ll keep helping me, of course.”

“I’ll help you as long as you want,” he grinned, “that’s a promise I intend to keep.”

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Your eyes slowly opened as you felt a warm, strong arm draped around your waist, pulling you in gently until you met his form. You couldn’t help but grin as he placed a few small kisses to the bare skin of your shoulder, “buenos días, mi amor.”

“Hi baby,” his voice was still thick with sleep as you turned around so you were facing him. You brushed some of the unruly locks of hair out of his face before pressing a kiss to his forehead. He hummed in content, barely opening eye to look at you, which caused you to laugh, “can we just stay here today?”

“Nope,” you insisted, “we have so much to see and do, Morales. We didn’t come to Peru just to stay in bed.”

“But look who I’m staying in bed with,” he brought a hand to your face and tenderly stroked your cheek, causing you to lean into his touch, “the most beautiful thing in this world.”

“Nice try,” you took his hand and kissed his knuckles, “you can sweet talk me all you want, but it doesn’t change the fact that we have to get up.”

“I had to try,” he leaned in and lazily kissed you, letting his lips linger on yours, “how can you look like that and expect me to just get up?”

“Because we’ve finally made it on this trip and I haven’t taken three years of Spanish classes and dated you for no reason,” you reminded him. He’d been a huge help and support while you continued your studies, and by this point, you were almost fluent - definitely further along than you had ever expected during the early days, “I want the full experience while we’re here.”

“Okay, okay,” he smiled as he nudged his nose against yours, “you’re right. You know I can’t say no to you.”

“I know,” you made a small sound of victory as he easily maneuvered you so you were laying on top of him, “Frankie!”

“I have one request first,” he looked up at you with a wicked little glint in his eye.

“And what would that be?”

“Can we have sex first?” you stared at each other for a moment before you laughed, followed by kissing along the golden skin of his chest. His hands found your waist as he held you firmly against him.

“Yeah,” the two of you grinned at each other little naughty school children, “we’re definitely having sex first.”

“Fuck yes.”

[sylvie-writes]

𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆

pairing: chris evans x female reader (married)

summary: this is the first year that chris and (y/n) get to spend the thanksgiving holiday home alone with each other.

word count: 2k

warnings: none as per usual except for my usual grammar mistakes, STRAIGHT UP TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF (im a sucker for cute ass domesticity :/ )

author’s note: tsk tsk i’m not just going to drop a new fic out of the blue and run for the hills. i have a few things i’d like to say hehe. holy shit my writing is a bit rusty but it felt good to get the gears shifting on something other than roi de coeur. i’ve kind of fallen of the face of the writing world because of roi de coeur taking so long, but i actually only need 3,000 more words to finish the final chapter. but i haven’t touched that chapter in two months 😭 i just need the time and good mindset to do it ugh! so take this fic as an apology. other than that, it feels so good to post something again!! i've missed you all and i hope that i’ve pulled through with this. by that i mean i hope that i haven’t completely lost you all! (as always, i’m still going to work on requests and finish roi de coeur I AM DETERMINED it would be a waste to give up now!)

Who would have ever thought that one can feel so relieved about not having to see their families. A good ten pounds had been lifted off your shoulders when you found out that your family wouldn’t be making it up for Thanksgiving break. Of course, you still loved them but this newfound freedom was probably one of the best gifts they could unintentionally give. It's just that having to host for the holidays is stressful and anyone who has ever done so can attest to that. Plus, your own family and Chris’s combined meant you had to feed a literal army. Not to mention having to house all of them! Again, you and Chris loved your families, but it was nice to finally have a year off.

You were sitting at the round kitchen table that was nestled in a corner by many windows. The light dabble of snow falling from the sky kept you entertained as your own mother passed out excuses for each of your family members and their not arriving. It was clear that she felt awful on everyone’s behalf but you made sure to reassure her that it was no problem because it really wasn’t. A few thoughts happily danced through your mind as you realized that you and Chris would finally get to spend a holiday, home alone, and together. You had thought up some laid back plans and he probably had some other ones in mind...that man.

“Babe!” Speaking of the devil himself, “Ma just called and said they have decided to keep things local.” Chris plopped down in the wooden chair beside you, but not without placing a quick hand on your shoulder to drop down and kiss your head. “My sisters have a lot on their plates this time around, but they said they will see us at Christmas.” 

Taking the stray red pen you marked off the last of the guest list and turned to Chris with a grin. “Well, it looks like it will just be us this Thursday.” 

Chris made a faux expression of distress, “Oh whatever will I do, stuck here with you! It’s just soooooo terrible.” 

A giggle slipped at his stupid joke and you looked to him while standing from your chair, “Outstanding performance. Here’s your Oscar, Mr. Evans.” 

You handed Chris a small list of groceries. It was full of annotations because modifications were made as your guest list got shorter. This surely benefited him little did he know. 

The man sillily groaned like a little child and you only shrugged, “Better get a move on, the turkeys are going to go fast!” 

A few days later, you and Chris were trying to prep the turkey that he had so gracefully gone out and found. (More like fought for. There were only three turkeys left and at least five spectators eyeing said turkeys.) Things were going fine, Chris had set out the electric fryer to heat up and you were seasoning the bird. Normally you’d be stressing out about this part because of a time crunch; however, with no family on their way, you could choose to not rush. Chris had joked that the turkey would taste even better this time. You tutted his antics and pushed out the comedian to go watch the oil warm up.

With everything seemingly ready, you brought out your prized possession of a turkey to Chris who easily dropped it in the bubbling liquid. Setting a 40 minute timer on his phone, you both took seats in camping chairs set around the fryer.

Deciding to kill time, you began to search for holiday gifts for your family. Nieces and nephews especially. Although, as they got older, it got more difficult to find the perfect gift. 

“What do you think we should get the kids this year?” You peered up from your phone to look at your husband who was also doing some online shopping himself. 

Chris flashed his phone screen at you upon seeing that yours were identical with an online store website on them, “It seems that we both had the same idea.” 

“What can I say? Online shopping is my talent.” You reached over to grab his phone seeing that he had made much better progress with finding gifts for your relatives. Beginning to scroll through his cart, you sent the items to your own phone to buy, but Chris stopped you about halfway through. 

“Nuh uh, missy. Your gift is also in the cart and we can’t have you seeing that now can we?”

He stole back his phone and you laughed, “Unfortunately for you, I have no idea what to get anyone this year. And that includes you.” 

Just as he began to go on the spiel about “how your love is enough of a gift,” the timer stopped him.

Chris reached across you to grab the tools to retrieve the turkey, but he turned to face you. “Don’t think you are getting out of this one, Evans. I’m still not letting you get me anything!”

By the end of dinner you were sure to get a gift idea out of him.

Back in the kitchen, Dodger waited in anticipation, his tail wagging excitedly as he watched you grab a large knife to carve. You looked at him and bent down to kiss his furry little head. “Don’t worry, bubs. I’ll share with you. It’s your daddy you have to worry about.”

Chris leaned back from the sink to reply. “Can you blame me? This looks like it belongs on the cover of a holiday catalog.” 

You smiled at his subtle compliment and went back to work on carving the turkey.“It smells delicious too-- OH MY GOSH!” 

Chris instinctively spun around to see what had happened. The first thought he had was that you had cut yourself, but upon turning, he found that you had all ten fingers in tact.

“Honey, what happened?”

Chris wrapped his arms around your waist from the side as you stared at the turkey in absolute horror.

“I LEFT THE GIBLET BAG IN THE TURKEY.”

He nodded his head understandingly, “Well that’s no biggie, (y/n/n). We can just take it out.”

As he reached to search for tongs, you pulled them out of the turkey along with a melted remainder of a plastic bag. 

“Okay then, frozen lunch it is.” 

You nodded in agreement and wiped off your hands to grab car keys. 

Instead of eating the turkey that took hours to create and cook, you and Chris sat at the neatly decorated dining room table eating from four dollar frozen lunch trays. The grocery store was rid of any food suitable for a holiday meal, so the frozen meals section was the last resort. At that point everything looked good so you and Chris picked up quite the variety.

Neither of you bothered to clean up, still mourning the loss of such a good turkey, and went to the couch to watch a movie. Chris normally picked good movies, so you usually let him make the movie night choices. Tonight, he picked Christmas Vacation, a real classic that sent both of you orbiting into long fits of laughter simply for the stupid-funny humor.

You were currently at the scene where Clark Grizwald was plugging in the many, many Christmas yard decorations into an outlet that was made for much less than that. This part never failed to make at least one of you cry with humorous tears.

“Chris,” Your husband was now full on bent over laughing, causing you to do the same “Darling, we’ve seen this part at least 20 times!” 

In between breaths he attempted to reply, “Yeah, and that still makes it funnier.”

As the movie ran, you shuffled into the kitchen for a moment to make a box of cake mix that Chris had picked up. He had claimed it was a staple for the night and who were you to argue? The cake on the box looked amazing so that was just the selling point. 

Unlike anything else baked in the kitchen today, the box cake mix pulled through. Just in time too, before the ending of the movie. You could hear the tv audio stop and you knew that Chris would come walking in, searching for cake. 

As expected, he came in along with Dodger who must’ve smelt the fresh cake. You cut out two slices and Chris silently frosted them, pouring two glasses of water and heading back to the couch. 

“I’ll set your piece on the coffee table!” 

You fed Dodger a tiny piece of unfrosted cake when you could hear Chris call out from the living room.

“Ok, I’ll be there in a sec. Don’t eat my piece!”

Dodger scampered off to go join Chris in hopes of having more cake. 

“No promises, hon!”

Christmas Vacation ended and suddenly you and Chris were marathoning the whole movie series. It was too great not to do so. Dodger was cuddled up on the couch, also enjoying this rare family night. 

A short commercial came on and Chris took this opportunity to adorn you in praise, something he never fails to do.

“Lemme just say I love our families, I really do, but I’d much rather just spend all holidays like this. With my lovely wife.” Chris squeezed your form that was leaning against his chest in a hugging manner. You tried to return the favor by hugging his arms with your own. 

Not even a minute after the movie came back on, the doorbell rang. You looked at each other, both confused by the unexpected visitors.

Dodger was already off the couch, barking in greeting to the people behind the door. You answered and were greeted with a collective,

“We just wanted to drop by!” 

Chris’s family had managed to surprise and drop by.

Quickly ushering them in from the snow, you tried to mask your surprise with hospitality. As Chris greeted his nieces and nephews, you looked to him as if to ask if he knew about this to which he returned with the same confused expression.

Your mother in law embraced you in a warm hug, handing a box of cookies she had apparently just made. You wanted to offer them all food, but then was suddenly reminded that there was a lack of it.

A quick glance at the dining room table where a half cut turkey was supposed to reside along with hollowed out glass containers, were instead actually messy plates of mixed Lean Cuisine frozen lunch trays and they mocked you. It sort of resembled a crazy buffet with all the serving spoons and forks sticking out of the lined up plastic trays. Chris reached behind his neck and nervously chuckled. The natural disaster that had made landfall on the table was mainly his doing, but neither of you were expecting guests. Nonetheless, you invited them to get comfortable because they are still family and it was sweet of them to drop by.

In a panic, you and Chris raided the pantry as his family sat in the living room, peacefully chatting away and admiring the decorations. The mission to find some servable and respectable food ended with you both finding nothing.

“I’ll call Scott to bring something.”

It was going to be a long night. 

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Lovedust || Peter Parker x Stark Reader

Summary: Y/N and Peter have always hated each other but when Y/N discovers an element that can make people fall in love, her whole relationship flips upside down. 

Word Count: 3.9k

Author’s Note: I’m still working on the last part to thin ice but I’ve had the idea of a love potion series for Peter and since we’re in quarantine, I said fuck it. I’m such a sucker for an enemy to love type thing so this is great cause technically it’s a slowburn but not at the same time! Also Y/N is ADOPTED cause duh of course she is. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

Warnings: Mild language, mean peter 

part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six ||

part seven || part eight || epilogue 

You grew up with always hearing the saying that the heart wants what it wants. When your heart longed for a family, you found yourself among the Avengers who helped raised you into the woman you were meant to be. Deep down, you loved them more than you could possibly imagine and your heart felt full knowing they would always have your back. 

You weren’t sure how much room was left in your heart but you knew a person who you definitely didn’t make space for. Peter Parker. 

Your dad recruited him into the Avengers years ago but ever since the two of you met, you had always butted heads. 

There was a whole list of reasons why you hated him; the smirk he always had whenever he would see you and the way he said your name as if it was like venom in his mouth. 

There were times where Peter would leave smoke bombs in your room after you had just cleaned it or trap you in your room with his webbing when you were late for the movies. You always managed to get him back whether it was you throwing out all of his clothes into the courtyard when he needed to get ready for school or you hacking into his phone whenever he had an important call. 

Most of the time, it didn’t matter. You both knew you were smarter and wittier than he would ever be but the one thing he always had above you was that he had powers. It didn’t matter that you had grown up with superheroes or that your dad was the Tony Stark, Peter would always be an Avenger. 

Everyone in the complex knew the feud the two of you had but that didn’t stop them from stirring the pot now and then to witness it. 

You sat down on the couch as you continued to work on your paper quietly since you needed a change of scenery.  Bucky watched over your shoulder as he made breakfast in the kitchen. 

“ Homework?” 

“ Mhm. It’s about how the U.S could have avoided World War II if our president wasn’t so dumb,” You said as you kept your eyes glued to your screen,” I’ll let you read it once I finish it.”

Bucky smiled and turned his attention back to the stove,” Sounds good kiddo.” 

You had about thirty minutes before your paper was due and you felt like you were on a roll. You had enough time to knock out another page but as soon as you shifted to the next paragraph, loud music started to play from one of the rooms close by. 

You didn’t even have to look up to know that it was Peter. You turned around and looked sympathetically at Bucky for help but he shook his head when his eyes met yours. 

“ Don’t look at me, I’m making breakfast.”

You looked down at your laptop as if you were considering to ignore the music before getting up from the couch anyway and stomped over to Peter’s room. You could feel the vibration of the music underneath your feet as you knocked on the door violently,” Shut up Parker!” 

Not even a second later, the door swung open and revealed Peter who was only wearing sweatpants and a small smirk. 

“ What did you say? I can’t hear you,” Peter shouted over the music as he tried to close the door on you. 

You pushed the door open and slid through, heading straight for his phone that was attached to the room’s speaker. You grabbed it before he could reach you and you swiped your thumb over his phone screen to turn the music off,” You’re making my brain hurt and I can’t even hear myself think!”

“ Wait,” Peter gasped as he acted surprised,” you have a brain? I’m so sorry I didn’t even realize!” 

Peter tried to reach for his phone but you yanked it back and held your hand up,” You can get this back after I finish my paper. I’m serious Parker if I fail because of your dumbass music I’ll kill you.” 

You walked out of his room and back into the living room where Peter trailed behind you. At this point, Bucky, Sam, and Natasha were all in the kitchen as they silently watched the madness that unfolded right in front of them. 

You plopped back down on the couch but before you could place your laptop back into your lap, Peter grabbed it away from you and closed the screen harshly. 

“ Peter! I didn’t save it!”

“ Relax, you have google docs,” Peter said as he reached out his hand,” now give me my phone.”

You stood up as you tried to grab your laptop back but Peter casually held it over his head. 

You didn’t want to embarrass yourself even further so you didn’t even attempt to leap up and grab it out of his sneaky hands,“ Ugh, fine. Will you at least stop playing your shitty music so loudly?” 

Peter tilted his head to the side for a moment,” Do you really want this back?”

You knew Peter was playing a trick on you but you were so frustrated, you took the bait anyway. 

“ Yes, I would like my laptop back,” You sighed as Peter smiled cheekily back at you. 

Peter nodded and shrugged,” Okay, now ask me nicely. Didn’t your dad teach you manners?” 

You fumed silently as you tried to keep your temper down,” May I please have my laptop back...you little shit!” 

Peter clicked his tongue and shook his head,” That’s kinda mean Y/N but for you I’ll give it back...if you beg for it.” 

Your face grew hot and before you knew it, you lunged at Peter. Both you and Peter hit the floor as the two of you wrestled to try and grab your belongings back. Once you grabbed your laptop, you scrambled back up before glaring back at Peter. 

“ You idiot! You could’ve broken my-” As you opened your laptop, you saw your screen completely cracked. If you squinted, you could barely make out any words that were on your page. 

Your heart sank to the bottom of your stomach as you could feel how close you were to crying. You had been working on this paper for days and you knew you still had so much to work on. 

Peter watched your face as he visibly gulped,” Y/N-”

“ Forget it!” You snapped back as you gather the rest of your notes and pushed past him,” fucking asshole.” 

You pressed your laptop and your notebooks against your chest as you figured you could find an empty computer up in the labs. Peter hesitantly watched as you walked away and into one of the glass elevators.

“ I’m sorry!” He shouted as the elevator started to go up. 

You looked down at Peter and made eye contact with him before sticking up your middle finger. Peter shook his head as stuffed his hands into his pocket and mumbled underneath his breath. 

“You’re terrible with women,” Sam sighed as Peter turned his attention towards the kitchen. 

Peter pointed back at himself and towards the elevator,” Me? She’s being the difficult one!” 

Natasha shook her head as she grabbed her coffee mug and walked towards Peter,” Take my advice kid, if you like a girl, I would refrain from...whatever you just did. Ever heard of flowers or a card?” 

“ I don’t like her, how many times do I have to tell you guys!” Peter huffed as his face grew bright red. 

“ Even if you don’t like her, you need to at least apologize, it’s the right thing to do,” Natasha said as she patted his shoulder and walked off, leaving Peter to feel guilty. 

Once you got to the labs, you found a vacant computer in the hallway and started to work on your paper. At this point, you were just bullshitting it and after a few minutes of angrily typing, you decided you would just submit it since you were exhausted. 

As you wheeled your chair back away from the desk, you spotted Banner in one of the main labs by himself. His body hunched over the desk as he looked directly into a microscope.

Even from your position, you could see that whatever he was looking at was glowing bright pink. You rested your knee against the desk as you leaned back in your chair, attempting to try and get a better look. 

You had never seen anything in science ever give off such a vibrant color before and you were intrigued, to say the least. As cool as it was living in the Avengers complex with superheroes, you were more fascinated on what went down in the labs than on the battlefield. 

As you stretched back, you felt the wheel underneath your chair slip from underneath you and a second later, you fell to the ground with a hard thud. You clasped your hand over your mouth as you listened to hear footsteps coming closer.

The door to the lab chamber opened up to a whirring sound as cold air whipped past you, you had been caught.

“ Y/N? What are you doing down there?” Banner asked as he helped you up to your feet. 

Without missing a beat you looked over his shoulder and pointed to the glowing object,” What is that? Can I look at it with you?” 

Banner followed your line of sight to where his microscope was positioned and then back at you. 

“ Um, I’m not sure your dad would want you-”

“ Please? Just for a second, I promise,” You whined while Banner sighed as if he knew he was defeated. 

Out of all the Avengers, Banner was always the one to go easy on you and you knew he would fall for your puppy dog eyes. 

“ Fine, but just for a second but don’t touch anything,” You followed Banner into the lab as the cold air sterilized you and your clothes,” put these on.”

You put on your lab coat and gloves as you followed closely behind him. He motioned his hand to the microscope as you gladly accepted the offer. 

You peeked into the microscope as you examined the slide. It was hard to see anything besides the pink glow but after looking at it closer, you could make out small, powdery rocks as small as a grain of rice. 

“Okay well, this definitely isn’t a bunch of pop rocks so what is it?” You asked, turning back to Banner,” this has ‘space stuff’ written all over it.”

Banner nodded as you stepped away from the microscope to rest your eyes,“It’s a form of moondust that works as a highly addictive psychostimulant that directly affects the hypothalamus. Thor brought it back for the lab so I could try and make a type of vaccine since it has really bad side effects.” 

“ What do you mean it has bad side effects- is that why my eyes hurt?” You asked nervously as Banner calmed you down.

“ Relax, it’s relatively safe as long as it doesn’t come in contact with water. You know what oxytocin is right? It’s called the love hormone and when this powder makes contact with human skin-”

“ Oxytocin-So, like a love potion?” You questioned as Banner stopped for a moment before nodding,” You have to let me help you, please let me help you. School is so easy right now, I need something challenging so my brain cells don’t deteriorate!” 

You could tell that Banner was hesitant about allowing a seventeen-year-old girl to help him find a cure for a space element that was highly addictive but in the name of science, he budged.

                                                              ----

“ I think we should call it a day. We’ve been working on this for hours and we still haven’t found anything that stands out,” Dr. Banner said as he stepped away from the lab table and stretched his neck out,” I heard your dad is making dinner for everyone tonight and I want front row seats to that trainwreck.”

You checked the time and saw that it had been hours since you’ve eaten or even saw the light of day. As hungry and tired as you were, you knew that if it was a big dinner, Peter would be joining in. 

For the first time in hours, you remembered everything that had gone down earlier in the day and it just made you mad all over again. 

You backed up from the microscope and nodded as you felt how sore your neck was starting to feel,” I’ll probably head down later. I just want to be sure we’re not missing anything.” 

“ I wanted to thank you again for your help with all of this. I know it’s not your department but I’m glad to see you in the lab,” Banner said as some of the other scientists in the lab started to leave,” it’s really great to see young people interested in science.” 

“ Well, it helps when you have a great teacher,” You smiled as Banner grinned back. 

Once he left the lab, you turned your attention back to what you and Banner called “ Lovedust”. As you looked at the powder, you felt a wave of sadness wash over you. 

You weren’t sure if it was from the powder or how long you’ve been working on a serum but looking at the Lovedust made you feel helpless.

 You had been in relationships in the past that were never the healthiest but if you had known back then that an actual love potion existed, maybe it could’ve saved you a few heartaches.  

You were so deep in thought that you didn’t hear the sterilization door open as Peter stepped in quietly, watching you from afar. 

He crept up behind you to where he was a mere centimeters away from his chin touching your shoulder. 

“ Whatcha got there?” Peter asked loudly as you jumped up from your seat, shrieking. 

You hit the table with your knee hard as you whipped around, completely flustered, to see Peter leaning against one of the lab tables laughing. 

“ Very funny idiot!” You said as you smacked the back of his head,” you can’t sneak up on someone like that- especially in a laboratory!” 

Peter pushed your hand away as his gaze fell on the Lovedust that was now sprawled over the table. 

He pointed over to the powder as he kneeled in front of it,” Woah, what is this stuff?”

Your eyes grew wide as you grabbed Peter’s hand and pulled him away from the table. If Peter were to come into contact with it, who knows what trouble he could stir up. 

“ Promise me that you will not touch it! I need a sweepy thingy!” You shouted as you scrambled around the room to find a dustpan. 

Peter only rolled his eyes as he pulled up a chair so he could get a better look at the glowing dust. Peter whistled low as you finally found the dustpan that was underneath one of the lab tables. 

“ Were you hiding up here this whole time staring at this thing?” Peter asked as you stopped in front of the table and shooed him to the side,” are you going to tell me what this is or am I going to have to touch it to get your attention?” 

You set a deadly gaze to Peter before turning your attention to the mess he had caused. Banner said it was relatively harmless as long as it didn’t touch water and as you looked around the room, you noticed there wasn’t a sink or beaker close by. 

You sighed as you turned to Peter,” It’s moondust they found on Thor’s planet. Just don’t spit on it or lick it cause if it comes in contact with water, it gets super reactive.” 

Peter looked up curiously at you as he raised his eyebrow,” How reactive?”

You mimicked an explosion noise with your mouth as your hands spread out into jazz fingers which made Peter laugh. 

“ Okay, got it, no water,” Peter said before he backed up from the table and started looking around the lab. Peter watched as you tried your best to sweep up the remaining dust carefully as he leaned against one of the bunsen burners. 

“ Why are you here? Cause if it’s an apology, I don’t want to hear it,” You said finally as Peter straightened up his back,” I’m tired of your lame excuses.”

While his whole plan was to come up and apologize, he felt all that motivation and guilt fade away since you had said it in a snarky tone.  

“ Why would I apologize?” Peter responded as you shook your head, laughing dryly,” for the laptop? You were the one who lunged at me!”

It all made sense to you, Peter would never own up to his mistakes and now, his mistake had cost you another laptop. 

You kept your focus to the table but you clicked your tongue,” You know what Peter, I’m not saying you have to treat me like the Queen of England, but I’ll be damned if you don’t respect me. I think you need to remember who you’re talking to, I’m a Stark.” 

Peter moved away from the table and stood next to you with his arms crossed against his chest. 

“ You think you can intimidate me? Y/N, we’re not friends, I don’t owe you anything.”

You turned to face Peter as you felt pure rage growing inside your chest,” You’re right, you don’t owe me anything. But that suit you run around in and that room you sleep in every night is thanks to my dad. Before my dad showed up you were nothing. Humble yourself Spiderboy.”

Peter’s face looked visibly hurt for a second before glaring right back at you,” I need to humble myself? All you ever do is go around saying how smart you are just because your dad is Tony Stark. You’re almost eighteen and yeah you got a full ride to Columbia and you’re valedictorian but you wasted your whole high school years on never accomplishing anything! You never went to a single party, you never passed your driver’s test, and you’ve never even had a boyfriend before.” 

“ Newsflash Parker, I’ve had boyfriends before but unlike you, my relationships don’t dictate whether or not I’ve accomplished something!” You snapped back as you took a step towards Peter,” and at least my boyfriend’s dads don’t end up in jail.” 

Peter didn’t even hesitate as the words slipped right out of his mouth,” And at least my girlfriends actually loved me back.”

Immediately, nausea swirled in your empty stomach as your mind started to feel swarmed with old memories of every relationship you had. The room felt still and you thought that if you let a tear out, it would make noise once it hit the floor. 

Peter immediately regretted his words once again as he watched your stern face fall into a somber one. Before he could reach out to you, he felt the hair on his arm raise up at the same time. 

“ Wow, low blow Parker-” You turned around and when you looked at the table behind you, half of your notes and papers were lit up in flames. 

Before you could even let out a gasp, the sprinkler system came on as water sprayed every inch of the room, including the Lovedust. 

“ No no no!” You yelled as you scrambled over to the other side of the room to shut the water off,” Peter help me!” 

Peter carefully tried to run through the slippery floor without falling but once he saw you slip on the way to the button, he almost sprinted towards you. When he felt his foot slip from underneath him, he jolted his arm out to catch himself on the table. 

He could feel the Lovedust crunch underneath his palm as his blood ran cold. You had never told him what the powder was except that it would explode so Peter desperately tried rubbing the powder onto his pants. 

You picked yourself up from the ground and used all of your weight to press the button and stopped the sprinkler system. Within seconds, the sprinkler system halted as you looked back at Peter, who was completely drenched in water. 

“ Nice going- hey, are you okay?” You asked as you moved your wet hair out of your face before stopping in the middle of your step. 

Peter’s left hand and his whole left side of his jeans were covered in glowing pink dust that was turning redder by the second. 

“ I need to sit down,” Peter said softly before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his feet crumbled underneath him. 

Once Peter hit the ground, you screamed for help as you slid across the wet floor, kneeling close to Peter. 

You did your best to avoid touching his whole left side as you lifted the upper half of his body and propped his head up against the leg of the table. You cupped your hands around his face as you moved a few strands of wet hair so you could see better. 

“ Peter? Damn it, Peter!” You shook him harshly as you felt your heart sink to your stomach,” Wake up! Wake up!” 

Your hands trembled as you checked his head to make sure he didn’t bust it open. Every ounce of angry you held towards him quickly faded once you thought that Peter was seriously injured. 

After shaking him for a moment, Peter’s eyes slowly opened. The first thing he could feel was warmth spreading across his whole body like nothing he had ever felt before. His heart permanently felt like it was skipping a beat every few seconds and his chest felt extremely tight. 

His breathing was uneven as if he had just ran a marathon but once his vision started coming back, every ounce of breath was taken from his lungs. As you stared back at Peter with a worried expression, his heart sped up even faster as he found himself getting lost into the deep color of your eyes. 

“ Peter? Can you hear me?” You asked as you snapped your fingers close to his ear but Peter barely flinched. 

He nodded, hanging onto every word as if it was words on a page and he felt immediate comfort in hearing your sweet voice. He managed to pull his gaze away from your eyes but next, he focused on your lips and made details of the way you said his name. 

“ Oh thank god, don’t worry, help is coming. Just stay awake for me okay?” You sighed as you nervously pushed another strand of wet hair behind your ear, which made Peter sigh deeply. 

He wanted nothing more than to reach out to you and tuck a strand of hair away from your face but he was too distracted by how you looked in front of him. Even though you were soaking wet from head to toe, Peter couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. 

“ I’m so glad you’re okay,” You admitted as you smiled before pulling your hands away from his face. 

Everything besides his heartbeat seemed to stop once you smiled and that’s when Peter deep down knew something was wrong but he didn’t care. The way your lips lifted upward into a smile filled with complete relief made his heart beat even faster. 

Peter swallowed hard before looking up at you as his face flushed a deep shade of red,” I don’t know what’s happening to me...but I’ve never loved you more than right now. I can’t help it, I love you, I’ve always loved you Y/N.” 

Your smile dropped as you looked down at Peter’s whole left side. The Lovedust was completely gone and you knew in that moment that his skin must’ve absorbed the remainder of it.

In a matter of seconds, a boy who wanted nothing to do with you and claimed no boy had ever loved you was now professing his undying love for you. 

“ You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

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10 - Share a favorite comic panel.

I will need to take down the issue and page numbers when I re-read Hawkworld but this is probably one of my favorite comic panels.  I wanna see Shayera call Katar out on his shit more often, preferably with violence

31 - Shine a light on a character you think deserves more love.

You guys have seen me and @givemewallywestorgivemedeath​ talking about David Edwards and Danica Williams, so...

He’s not from the comics, but the GL:TAS series featured a character that I just started to adore right off the bat.  His name was LANOS, and he was the replacement AI for the ship, after the first AI -- Aya -- was removed by the Guardians for “study.”  This meant vivisection, because the Science Director did not view either of them as people, just machinery that had gone haywire.

If the show had continued, I really would have like to see Lanos’ relationship to both Hal and Aya explored.  He was only around for, like, maybe fifteen minutes total, but he gave the impression of being very eager to help, to be part of the crew, and to belong.  He had a very literal interpretation of the orders he was given, and he wasn’t great at picking up on sarcasm or when people were annoyed with him, but neither of those are his fault.  Kid really was doing his best to make people happy, even when it got him hurt.

38 - What's your favorite comic book trope?

Hmmm...  God, I’m such a sucker for secret identity shenanigans, honestly.  The trust, the vulnerability...  Ugh, I love it so much.  And that folds hard into found families and legacy heroes, two other cape-comic story beats you see again and again, and ones that never fail to make me emotional.

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the dead poets at hogwarts: a headcanon from hell

@aedan-mills @charlie-dalton-simp @pretentious-strikes YOU ENCOURAGED THIS BEHAVIOR SO YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO LIVE WITH THE CONSEQUENCES. also i love you a lot but THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT.

also @aedan-mills i found out that some of the wand stuff is related to their birthdays and i am much too lazy to look all that up and figure it all out, but anyone else is welcome to lmao. sorry to disappoint but alas it's summer and i don't want to research that much. but other than that, please listen to me flex my extensive knowledge on harry potter :)

neil (half blood): i'm sorry,,,, can you say gryffindor? this boy would get up there and in a second the sorting hat would have him all figured out: big dreams with the will to pursue them, but not ambitious enough to step over others to achieve said dreams? sounds like a gryffindor to me. i just know he'd thrive at hogwarts, probably going on to play quidditch (def a chaser) and would excel in charms class. as far as pets go, i feel like he'd stay simple and classy with a chill barn owl he'd name after a famous broadway actor. he would kind of be a mix of james and remus, in which he's wild and crazy but still manages to get good grades. the teachers love him simply because they don't know much about him outside of class. he would absolutely LOVE going to hogsmeade and going batshit crazy at zonko's and honeydukes. he'd have a whole phase where he gets addicted to licorice wands and everyone else thinks they're disgusting but he simply cannot buy enough of them. he'd play a bunch of zonko tricks on the rest of the poets, saving the most harsh for charlie and the most wholesome for todd <3

todd (muggle born): ugh see i can see him being both a hufflepuff and a ravenclaw, but my heart says hufflepuff so i'm gonna go with that. he would absolutely HATE the sorting ceremony with a burning passion. getting up in front of everybody only to have a hat judge u??? no thanks. HAHAHA CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM ON A BROOM. i can't either because he would simply never get on one, probably referring to them as "flying death traps" more often than not. "hey todd, you think about joining quidditch?" "no thanks, i'd rather keep my limbs intact ;)". but he would love muggle studies a lot, even if the teacher was boring as hell. snape would scare the hell out of him for sure, resulting in his lowest class being potions. he would excel in classes that are more learning out of the book rather than in practice. for a pet, he'd want something that could not possibly turn on him and would just be sweet and loving, so ima give him a toad :) he'd name it something fancy and british, like nigel or sumn. and because of nigel, he'd love chocolate frogs because hey they're twins!!

fanon knox (pure blood): hogwarts fuck boy. okay well maybe not f boy but like...his favorite part is the fact that this is a co-ed school rather than an all-boys school so he can spy on both genders equally yknow. hmm i get hufflepuff vibes from him because he's a big romantic, sucker for cute relationships, etc. he would enjoy whichever class his current crush is in, although I feel like he'd do well with classes that involved spells and wand work mostly lmao. he'd want a really fucking cute pet, so i'd give him a kneazle (it's like a cat but a bit more lion like). he'd give it a strong sounding name, something german idk. but he'd love the shit out of that kneazle, i can tell you that much. i feel like he'd try out for quidditch his first few years, not make it on, and then make it on to the team around fourth year and somehow end up team captain in seventh (and that proves kids, that you too can have a redemption arc in sports). as far as candy goes, ima say he likes the super sour candy like acid pops n shit. like i feel like the others would dare him to each as much sour candy as he can and then he wouldn't be able to taste for a week. but he'd think it was worth it :)

cameron (muggle born): good god this boy just wants to learn. magic just fascinates him, what with growing up in a big muggle family (bestie he is the weasleys if they were all type a). he's a ravenclaw, no questions asked. he would love classes involving preciseness and attention, things like potions and transfiguration. i feel like he'd have a cute, stable relationship along the way ofc because he deserves so much love and happiness and UGH he's a baby. he'd stick with a lil ginger cat, naming it after one of the famous wizards he's read about. he would love spending christmas at the school and going places when the ground are nearly empty, enjoying the scenery. for candy, he'd go plain and simple with chocolate frogs. can't go wrong with those. he'd still have fun with his friends, but he'd skip a lot of parties for some studying (don't judge, i do it too lmao). would not play quidditch but would enjoy it, end of story.

charlie (pure blood): slytherin. don't dispute it. think the weasley twins but even more flirtatious. he would be a regular at every single party that happened, flirting with the guys and gals shamelessly and drinking butterbeer like it was water. look me in the eye and tell me he would not absolutely fucking HATE GILDEROY LOCKHART WITH EVER FIBER OF HIS BEING. he'd do spot-on impersonations of him though. teacher's worst enemy. like when he walks into class on the first day, every teacher collectively mutters "bloody hell not this kid again". asks the most incredibly stupid questions ("okay but is there a spell to turn my eyebrows green? just the eyebrows though, not my hair"). he would be the most aggressive beater on the slytherin team, though he would never deliberately try to hit someone, just distract the shit out of them ("put the fear of god in them and fate will do the rest"). he'd want a loud, aggressive pet but he'd probably end up with a mean cat that hisses at everyone. he'd give it the most adorable name that just. does not fit the personality. something like priscilla. for candy, he'd take his chance with bertie botts' every flavour beans and just roll with the punches. he's chaotic like that.

pitts (half blood): ASTRONOMY IS HIS JAM. he fucking loves that class. he tutors the entire ravenclaw house in that class. he's the guy that little first years who are terrified of the class go to when they're completely lost and don't understand what's going on. besides that, i feel like he'd just be everyone's cool older brother yknow? like he'd be in charge of helping all the first years figure out where stuff is and giving them advice to help them and stuff. he would be a die-hard quidditch fan although he would not play the sport (maybe recreationally on the weekends and holidays and stuff, but the fact that it's so fucking dangerous just does not appeal to him). he'd like the candy that does tricks and stuff, like fizzing whizbees and stuff. he gives me charlie weasley vibes, where he's hardcore in certain areas (in his case, astronomy) and just flipping chill in anything else. cool older brother vibes, man. it fits.

meeks (half blood): i've said it once and i'll say it again: nonproblematic ginger dumbledore. also a hufflepuff <3 this dude just wants to fucking coast along, getting good grades and not participating in the dumb shit that could probably get him killed (even though he would in a heartbeat if his friends were in danger. duh). he'd be a teacher's favorite, probably having conversations with his favorite teachers during free time. okay ik this isn't technically at school, but i swear to god he would be dumbledore one day. like he would be the chill ass headmaster who gets shit done while also being very la di da life is nice flowers are pretty type of person. that being said, his favorite candy is and has been lemon drops ever since dumbledore got him addicted to them. his favorite classes would be potions (he'd surprisingly get along well with snape) and he'd just be great and mixing shit right and just knowing how much of stuff to add in ("how much powdered root do i add?" "about three and a half shakes." "that's not a measurement, meeks." "*shrug* it works"). he'd stick with his small friend group and love them to death, but he'd be a friend to all really. he'll help anyone that comes to him asking for help with homework (and though he won't admit it, he gets super prideful when it's someone a few years ahead of him).

stick (muggle born): harry potter if harry potter could've been more harry potter. like he would just be a part of everything and end up being part of some prophecy that demands he'd save the world and at first he'd be like HEY i'm just a small boy but then he'd grit his teeth and finesse the shit out of this preventing the end of days stuff. he'd definitely be a gryffindor, and fucking proud of it. he'd be the seeker on the quidditch team because he is so short and small and yeah he'd fucking kill it there. he'd kind of be the shy one no one expected much from, but once he starts absolutely wrecking the shit out of the other houses' quidditch teams, he'd become sorta popular? like people would invite him to parties and stuff and he's too nice to say no, but he'd mostly just hang around the outskirts, saying hi to the other poets if he saw them and mostly talking to chris and ginny (danburry, not weasley). he'd like defense against the dark arts and minerva mcgongiall would become his literal mother i can't explain it. he'd have an owl as a pet and treat it like it was his own child, telling it thank you every time it brought his mail or took his mail. as for candy, he'd like drooble's bubble gum because the bubbles are all magic and shit and i just feel like that would make him so happy <3

chris (pure blood): the older sister lesbian <3 she'd be a sweet hufflepuff who would be friends with everyone while also being the greatest socialite the school has ever seen. you know that party that practically the entire school attended and talked about for months on end? she planned that shit. she'd be like pitts in the respect that she'd help all the first years find their way in the school and in life in general. she's just such a warm and kind person that everyone would love her. she's have a little pink pygmy puff to match ginny's purple one, and she'd give it such a perfect, human name like lila or something. she'd be great at muggle studies and all the teachers would love her. also every one is so invested in her relationship with ginny it's adorable. he favorite candy is acid pops even though they make her eyes water like crazy. she'd make pretty good grades, every once in a while getting one slightly lower than she'd expected, but she always manages to bring them up to her satisfactory level :) she would not play quidditch, but she would go all out to support ginny, even though they're in different houses. that's what i call love, baby.

ginny (half blood): the mom lesbian <3 she's a ravenclaw and also one of the sweetest people in the whole school. while chris helps other with the social aspect, ginny will help anyone in any subject they need help with (she and meeks are a help duo on this). she's quieter and less social than chris, but she's one of the best chasers the ravenclaw quidditch team has ever seen. she'd end up team captain by fifth of sixth year. she'd be like oliver wood in that she is sO invested in the team's success that at sometimes she'll go a bit crazy, but chris is always there to help her put things back into perspective <3. she'd make stellar grades of course, being good friends with all of her teachers. her favorite candy would be the sweetest things like fairy floss. as previously stated, she'd have a purple pygmy puff to match chris's pink one, and she'd also give it an adorable human name like lisa or something. ginny's just sweet to everyone, especially neil and his friends.

I DID IT. IT TOOK FOREVER AND A FEW HAIL MARYS BUT I DID IT. enjoy besties <3 love u all