#They’re cringe and I hate them but I can’t stop

[doveobe]

but not kiss

More caseynardo fanart because I hate them

[bubbless-s]

Hey! Can you do anything else(It really doesnt matter what it is) with our favorite hero boys?

·.·´¯`·.·★ Shopping with our favourite hero boys ★·.·´¯`·.·˚ ༘⋆🛍️｡˚

- ʚɞ genre: fluff

- ʚɞ warning: OOC and delusional

- ʚɞ a/n: slowly getting back into writing ( devider )

Masterlist

Ben Tennyson

⟡ Ben doesn’t like shopping at all, but for you he would try to calm down his impatience.

⟡ Wants only to check out the aisle which have something to do with the sumo slammers. He’s not doing it on purpose—or atleast he swears so, your choice whether to trust him or not.

⟡ If you’re a reader who uses makeup Ben would have fun testing out the makeup testers with you. Or choosing the ugliest colour of lipstick and saying it would suit you.

⟡ Hates waiting for you when you’re trying something in the changing room—don’t worry his sulking is gone if you peck his cheek.

⟡ Gets disgustingly hungry while shopping and has to munch on something. Ben usually doesn’t bring anything so he kind of relies on what he finds in your bag.

⟡ Absolutely loves junk food and offers to stop by a nearby restaurant to get you and him chili fries. (“So we have a better shopping experience.” -Ben says not because he has an obsession with the fries.)

⟡ His smug immature ass would not admit he had fun because ew shopping.

⟡ The day ends with multiple shopping bags scattered across Bens room, him off to do hero work, and you sleeping soundly on the soft bed.

Lloyd Garmadon

⟡ Lloyd doesn’t really mind shopping. Its not that he dislikes it but he doesn’t like it that much either.

⟡ He would try to be supportive and stuff, even tease you a little for not being able to carry the shopping bags, then right after offer to carry them for you.

⟡ If you drag him into the dressing room Lloyd would get flustered a ton, as if you guys haven’t been dating for a good while.

⟡ Please hold this guys hand he loves any kind of physical affection. No no he isn’t touch starved what are you talking about?

⟡ Sees one of those cringe matching couple shirts and spends almost all day wondering how he will ask you if you want to match with him.

⟡ Would definitely offer you to piggyback on his back if you get tired from walking or if your shoes are uncomfortable Lloyd would offer his shoes to you with an akward smile.

⟡ Let’s say both of you are tired or something and you want to check out one last shop, you wouldn’t have to pester Lloyd about it, just one second of puppy eyes has got him back on his feet with a slight blush.

⟡ After getting home, Lloyd would give your legs a nice massage which makes you fall asleep.

Damian Wayne

⟡ Given Damians serious nature you thought he wouldn’t agree to go out shopping. Surprise surprise this guy would kill someone for you.

⟡ With Damian there’s no such thing as “I wonder if I should buy this its kind of expensive-“ you want he buys.

⟡ What whats wrong with spoiling your lover? (Bruce wondering how Damian spend over 5k in a day, after seeing Damian helping out with the shopping bags everything becomes clear.)

⟡ Nobody would have thought Damian would be keen on matching rings? I mean they’re pretty impractical—but seeing a smile on your face as he gives out the idea to buy the rings is worth the world (and the impracticality of the ring)

⟡ Gives out the best advice, you know those shopping assistants that go “this brings out your eyes” Damian is the same but with a little hint of complimenting.

⟡ If you can’t find an item you want, worry not, Damian browse and find it for you so fast that it leaves you wondering how.

⟡ He would want to check out the pet stores to see if he can get any kind of treats for his pets.

⟡ Doesn’t really want to do something else after shopping only cuddles.

[revelboo]

REVEL YOU CANT JUST DO THAT TO US 😭😭😭 POOR SOUNDWAVEEEEEE NOOOO Starscream has royally fucked up, and i need to know because that was too much of a cliffhanger 😭😭😭

Soundwave is on the warpath 🫣

Everything Is Alright Pt 110

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Wings flaring slightly as he hears peds running in the hall, he reluctantly lets you go and slides off the berth to mass shift. Hating those upset eyes staring up at him like he betrayed you somehow when he reaches to snag your blanket and drape it over you. Can feel his spark twisting when you cringe into yourself, hiding in the blanket. It’ll be fine. You’re just angry with him right now. Denta gritting as he goes to his door to intercept his visitor, knowing who it is as he opens the door and blocking the doorway with his body to keep Soundwave from just storming in. “You had no right to bond my-” he begins, chin lifting as the communications officer actually snarls at him, cutting him off. Right before punching him in the face, seizing him by a wing and dragging him out into the hall.

• Heart in your throat, you move to the edge of the berth, blanket wrapped around yourself. Had that been Soundwave? Can’t see what’s going on, but you can definitely hear the swearing, thuds, and bangs. Not sure who you should be rooting for and torn between the urge to laugh and cry, because this is kind of your fault. If you’d just been satisfied with Star, hadn’t wanted Soundwave, too, they wouldn’t be beating the devil out of each other right now.

• Rocking to a stop as Starscream ignites his thrusters and slams into Soundwave to drive him further down the hall, Megatron vents tiredly. Of course it’s Starscream. It’s always Starscream. Watching the brawl as habsuite doors begin opening, other Decepticons leaning out to see what’s happening, he strides to the open door to Starscream’s habsuite. Finds you standing on the edge of the berth wrapped in a blanket and looking utterly miserable. And he’s not dealing with either of them. “Your mate is an idiot,” he growls, surprised when you don’t even try to defend him. Maybe you’re learning then. Reaching, he picks you up and heads for his own habsuite. “They need to work this out.”

• “Wait, you’re not going to stop them? They’re hurting each other!” Neck craning, you can’t see what’s going on, but it sounds like they’re killing each other. And Megatron ignores you, leaving the brawl behind to carry you into his own habsuite, frowning down at you when he sets you on his berth, reaching to tug your blanket more firmly around you. Staring as he drifts to his desk and retrieves a little box and sets it at your feet, blinking at the bottles of water and packages of food. When had he started keeping food for you?

• “Best to let them sort this out now instead of letting it fester,” Megatron mutters, trying to ignore those hurt eyes. “What exactly did Starscream do to make Soundwave that angry, pet?” And you’re leaking again. Primus, help him, he doesn’t know how to deal with this, how to comfort others. Had never actually needed to.

• It’s almost funny how uncomfortable the big, bad warlord is with one crying human. Huddling deeper into your blanket, you look at the box of food at your feet that he apparently keeps just for you. Not sure what to make of that. “Star did something to Soundwave’s bond. It’s just gone.” And that loss is a bitter ache inside you, hurting. Flinching when Megatron rumbles softly, you watch him run his servos over his helm with a muttered ‘of course he did.’

• “Biting?!” Soundwave snarls as Starscream sinks his denta into his hand and he straddles the Seeker to punch him in the face again. Had forgotten that Seekers bite and claw when cornered. Aware of other Decepticons gathering to watch and cheer on the fight and knows exactly how undignified rolling around in the hallway beating the slag out of each other is, but Starscream had no right severing his bond with you. And dignity can wait until he beats some senses into the SIC. Because you’re his, too and he’s not backing down.

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[bucket-hat-lando]

Podium Or Not LN

Summery - Lando was hoping to bounce back from his bad luck streak Saudi Arabia quali had other plans

Note I did edit the last bit for anyone who read the first ending!

I got in the zone with this one but p4 what a drive 🧡

Happy Easter!

The last two weekends for Lando have been rough you knew it the team knew hell even the media knew it.

The weekend leading up to the Saudi Arabia Grand Prix you were nervous the days after you returned from Bahrain you saw him slowly slipping back into old habits playing video games till early hours of the morning doom scrolling through hate comments even liking some and the worst part of it all you couldn’t protect him from any of it

-

Getting on board the jet for Saudi was eerily quiet too quiet, as soon as you got in your seat Lando immediately put his headphones on hoodie up and head in your lap as the hours past with both of you dozing eventually you broke the silence. “ baby” you whispered quietly” you know you’re so much more than what people say about you online” he turned slightly eyes finally opened glassy and red rimmed “ he huffed a breath and finally responded “ i know but i can’t help but think maybe they’re right “ he looked up at y/n with a pout she looked at him slowly processing what to say before she said “ you’ll show them i have a feeling this weekend she whispered kissing his forehead before finally landing

-

He did show them fp1 and fp2 had went great Lando and Oscar were 1-2 on the board and watching interviews from the garage you could see his shoulders relax and a genuine happiness in his voice you hadn’t heard in two weeks “ i feel very comfortable and confident in the car this weekend” he said smiling ear to ear. As he returned to the motor home he found you in his drivers room you immediately stood up and gave him the biggest hug “ see I told you you’re showing them “

He smiled “ yeah but we still have quali not out of the woods yet babe”

-

As quali started y/n was a ball of nerves bouncing on the balls of her feet in the garage eyes locked on the tv

As q3 started she heard Will say on radio “ ok Lando last round let’s give it all you got mate” “copy “ Lando responded and give it all is what he did so much so that he tapped the wall and skipped down the track before coming to a hard stop

-

y/n couldn’t believe it he was so confident all weekend and now this before anything else she heard will say “ Lando you ok”? It took him a minute but he did respond relief flooded through her until she heard him say “fucking idiot “ to himself on radio tears welled in her eyes she wanted nothing more than to give him the biggest hug and keep him away from the media but she would have to wait till he returned from medical and sadly media

After he was cleared with just some bruising from his belts and some interviews which y/n cringed watching every time he talked down on himself he came back to the garage ignoring everyone heading straight for the person he needed most y/n

-

As soon as he saw her he latched onto her “oh baby “ she whispered after she heard the quiet sobbing she held him for a while rubbing his back reminding him to breathe since he was on the edge of a panic attack and whispering sweet words in his ear until he finally spoke “ I feel like I’ve never driven an f1 car before “ he said brokenly “ I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately “ upon hearing that she spoke grabbing his face his forehead against hers “ nothing is wrong with you baby you’re just adjusting this is just a phase they’re fixing it don’t listen to what the media or fans say you’re amazing Lando please don’t forget that i love you podium or not I’m here for you always.”

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

hi!! this is the same anon from earlier and i saw you wanted to write for james potter. and i’m so sorry if you’ve done something similar. so maybe after a quidditch match, win or loss, all james wants to do is lie and bed with reader and hug her. but they’re not dating and he ends up confessing too, still tired, he doesn’t even realize he’s admitted his feelings

thank you again for your time:))

-can i be ‘🎀 anon’? lolol

hi lovely 🎀! thanks for your sweet words and adorable requests 😊 i hope you like it!

pairing: James Potter x reader tags: fluffy fluff, some angst, gn reader if you want word count: 1.9k

Cuddles and Confessions

So close. So bloody close. And to bloody Slytherin to top it off? The defeat stung worse than any other James could remember. 

As he lumbers back up toward the castle after the match, frustrated and furious, some Slytherin fans jeer at him from across the lawns. It pushes him over an edge, and he turns to — well, he’s not sure to what; berate them? beat them up? — a strong hand grabs his shoulder and turns him back around.

“Easy, mate. They’re idiots but they’re not worth it,” Sirius says easily. Sirius of all people being the voice of reason has James realizing maybe he needs to calm down. 

James falling into step with Sirius without a word, the two make their way back up to the castle. 

When they get to the common room, it’s packed with mad and sad-looking Gryffindors consoling each other, complaining about bad calls, bad-mouthing the Slytherins: a typical post-match defeat. 

“Thank Godric,” Sirius sighs, heading immediately to a small table stacked with firewhisky. He grabs two glasses, but James stops him before he fills the second one.

“No thanks, mate. Don’t really feel like the company,” he says, scanning the room. He admits to himself there is one face that would have made him stay, one person whose company was actually the only thing he wanted right now. But he doesn’t see you. So he stalks off, bounding up the stairs to his currently empty dormitory. 

He’s lying on his bed, tossing a ball up and down when he hears a soft knock. 

“What?” he yells, the harshness of his voice even surprising him a bit. Surprise shifts to horror when your beautiful, blushing face peeks around the door. 

“Hi, Jamie,” you say shyly. “I’m sorry. Sirius said you wanted to be alone. I should’ve listened. I didn’t mean to annoy you. I’ll just —” 

“Wait, wait, wait,” he rushes, going over to you and pulling you into his room. “I’m so sorry, love. Please don’t go.” 

You smile a bit at this, looking down at your feet before nodding slightly. 

“Ugh, I’m a prick. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” His voice is soft now, warm and enveloping as you look into his pleading eyes. 

“It’s okay,” you chuckle. “I get it. Rough night, huh?” 

“Yeah,” he chuckles, smiling for the first time all day. You had a way of bringing that out in him. 

“Want a hug?” you offer. He nods immediately, internally cringing for being so uncool in front of you.

“Yes please,” he half laughs. 

You step close to him, and even this increased proximity has him reeling. He can’t wait to feel your warmth around him, to smell your hair as he nuzzles into you. 

He’d been hoping to win tonight’s match for more reasons than one. He hated Slytherin for starters. He loved winning for seconds. But also, he had been hoping a Gryffindor victory party could be the perfect place to finally tell you how he feels about you. Firewhisky flowing, adrenaline pumping, maybe he’d finally have the courage he was supposed to have as a Gryffindor and tell you the truth. 

You bring your arms up around his shoulders, pulling him close to you, bringing one hand to his messy hair and scratching comfortingly. James’s large body immediately melts into yours. He hums into the crook of your neck, and you giggle. 

“Thanks for coming to check on me,” he whispers into your shoulder, holding you close. 

“Why would I want to be downstairs wallowing with everyone else when I could wallow with you?” you tease, pulling back slightly to be face to face again. He hates how much he just wants to pull you back into him. 

“Oh, I’m much better company than those wankers,” he plays along. 

“Yes, I’m sure. Seems you’re quite chipper from your greeting.” 

He cringes and whispers “sorry” again. You shake your head quickly, wanting him to know you’re only teasing. 

The silence stretches a bit too long, neither of you knowing what to say. It’s especially awkward because your hands are still on his shoulders, his on your hips. 

“So what were you doing?” you ask, coming up with nothing better. 

“Just lying in bed, wallowing,” he confesses. 

“Sounds fun,” you chuckle. You break apart from him, the tension becoming too much and head over to his bed, plopping down onto it. He laughs and follows, sitting close next to you. “What do you want to do?” you ask, your voice low. “I came to cheer you up, but I think I’m doing a bang up job so far,” you chuckle, scrunching your nose. 

Before thinking about it, James brings his hand up to your face, lightly tracing his finger down your nose for you to relax it. 

“You’re not,” he says earnestly. “I’m already better, just having you here.” He thinks he feels your face warm where his hand still caresses it but pushes the idea down, not wanting it to be wishful thinking. 

“So what do you want to do?” you ask again gently.

“Honestly?” he asks shyly. Nervous was a weird look on him, usually so cocky. 

“Of course,” you giggle in your warmest tones, wanting him to be open with you, relishing in the intimacy you seemed to be building. 

“I want to keep lying in bed wallowing.” 

You stiffen immediately, chiding yourself for misreading his nerves. He wanted you to leave; that’s why he seemed shy. 

James sees — and feels — you tense at his words, and luckily for him, he realizes right away what you’re probably thinking. He continues before he can stop himself, dreading your leaving more than dreading saying something stupid. 

“With you,” he adds hastily. He feels himself blush, hates it, but pushes on. “I want to lie in bed and wallow… with you,” he repeats more softly. 

“Oh,” is all you can think to respond.

“I mean, just hang out, you know. I just… you just… I just like hanging out with you. And even just your hug made me feel better,” he rambles sweetly. 

You smile and pull away from him a bit. Before he can be disappointed, though, you’re pulling him with you as you shuffle further back onto the bed, lying down and bringing him horizontal with you by the shoulder. 

You’re lying next to each other, both tense, facing the ceiling, your sides grazing but nothing more. You look over at him, and he looks at you, and you both look away like idiots. 

You take a deep breath, reminding yourself he literally just told you he wanted to be here with you, clinging to that to give you the courage for what you were about to do. You turn toward him and bring your hand up to his hair. His eyes snap to yours. First they show shock but that quickly melts to adoration. Then they show nothing at all as they close in comforted bliss. You chuckle softly and see the corners of his mouth tug up at the sound. 

“Feels nice,” he whispers.

“Yeah?” you whisper too. He just nods. 

You shuffle closer to him, and he turns his body towards yours. Your arm is cramped now between your two close bodies, so you do the reasonable thing for comfort, you tell yourself, and wrap your arm under his shoulders. His face coming to the crook of your neck, you miss the huge smile that breaks out on it at the contact. 

He’s lying on your shoulder now, the rest of his body flush with yours. Your arm is around him, your hand coming up to continue playing with his hair. James brings his arm over you, hugging you close, and you place your arm on top of his. 

It crosses James’s mind that friends don’t cuddle. But he stops his internal monologue in time to savour the moment rather than over-analyse it, which he’s bound to do later.

You just lie there in silence for  a bit, the tension having eased considerably. 

In your warm, comfortable cocoon, you bring your face closer to the top of his head on your shoulder and nuzzle him a bit. He just hums in response. 

“You’re comfy,” he says. It sounds muffled, his mouth squished against your shoulder. You laugh, and it shakes him up and down the slightest bit. 

James loves the feeling of your vibrating chest just below him. He can’t help himself and tickles you where his hand rests near your ribcage. You laugh louder. You hold down his arm to stop him and playfully shake him off a bit to protect yourself from more tickling. His grip tightens in response, and he’s almost on top of you by the time he’s done adjusting himself. 

“No, no, don’t go,” he chuckles. “I’ll stop.” 

Your laughter has mostly subsided, but your voice is raspy as you respond, “Promise?” He nods into your shoulder. “Fine. I’ll stay if you behave.” 

He laughs, squeezes you, whispers, “Promise.”

Any tension that had been left has dissipated completely, and you fall into easy chat as you hold each other close. Your hand continues playing with his hair, tugging it when he says something stupid. His arm draped over you occasionally squeezing you more tightly whenever either of you says something nice. You go over the highlights of the match, lamenting the result. Without realizing it, you start talking about any and everything else, and by the time the conversation lulls for the first time, both of you chuckling lightly, James wonder how much time has gone by. Not enough, he thinks to himself, wishing this would go on forever. 

The quiet, your hand in his hair, your warmth radiating around his body, it all soothes him into a half slumber. It washes over him how exhausted his body is from the match, how tense it had been from the fury at its result.

“This is nice,” he slurs. 

“Mmhmm,” you hum. 

“I’m not even mad anymore.” He sounds astounded even in his sleepy tones. You chuckle. 

“Good.” 

“Mmmm. We’ll prank the Slytherins tomorrow. And I’ll think of another time to tell you how I feel.” Your hand halts its motions. James is still completely relaxed, and you realize he’s pretty much half asleep, not truly realizing what he’s saying.

You don’t want to take advantage of him in this state, but you want to be honest with him too, and he clearly wanted to talk to you about whatever this was. 

So, you warmly whisper, “How do you feel, Jamie?”

“I love you,” he mumbles. You’re melting at his words, and you can’t wait till tomorrow to say them back. You shift your weight so you’re more facing James than under him, and this rattles him a bit more awake. His drowsy eyes are heavy initially but then they startle slightly. Before he can worry or regret, you hold his face gently in both your hands, your thumbs caressing his cheeks. 

“James…” He just looks deeply into your eyes, his eyebrows furrowed, not saying anything. “I love you, too.” 

His face shifts as if in slow motion. His eyebrows rise; his lips smile widely; his eyes crinkle.

“You love me?” He sounds equal parts giddy and disbelieving. 

“Yeah, I love you, you grump.” He chuckles. “You love me?” you echo.

He takes his time responding. Scanning your features adoringly. Eventually, finally, calmly and assuredly he says again, “I love you,” nodding as he closes the little distance between you. 

Your kiss is slightly awkward at first, your lips smiling automatically at his words before realizing they’re being called on to take on new, intoxicating shapes. 

[nadvs]

can we please have sleeping with the enemy rafe finally announcing to his friends (and max) that they’re dating now!! 😓😓 (ps. i LOVE your fanfics🤞)

thank you sm, love!! yes yes definitely 🥰 i had to make it super fluffy i had no choice

based on this fic, continuation of this blurb

after they eat a late lunch at an off-campus restaurant, rafe is relieved that she doesn’t ask him to drive her back to her dorm. now that they’ve put it into words, this mutual understanding that their friendship had at some point become much more, he hates the idea of being apart from her.

and once he realizes that, he also realizes he’s gone soft. because he used to never think stuff like that, like it would actually physically hurt to be away from somebody. but she’s the only one he thinks like this about. and now, he figures he can say this stuff out loud.

“you’re my favorite person to hang out with,” rafe says, his thumb tapping over the steering wheel once he starts up the car.

he cringes at himself. it still feels weird saying shit like that. they usually just crack jokes and tease each other. but when he looks over at her, at how bright her smile is, he knows he’s going to keep saying stuff like that until it feels normal, because it’s worth it if she’s going look at him like that.

he suggests they hang out at the house and she happily agrees. they’re curled up on the couch and while they used to always subconsciously be touching in some way, their contact is much more intentional now.

rafe has his arm around her as they sit together. her knees are drawn up to her chest. the sports channel is always on at the house. on the screen is an nfl player sitting behind a microphone at a post-game press conference.

“you’re gonna hate that,” she says. “the interviews.”

his body always buzzes when she talks like that, like him going pro is inevitable. he’s confident in his skills, but not nearly as sure as her that he’ll make it to the nba.

“you think?” he mumbles, playing along.

“yeah, because you have to be media trained and it will not take,” she teases. “like, imagine you were interviewed about yesterday’s game.”

he squints his eyes, indulging her, thinking back to the win his team secured.

“a reporter asks you what you thought of the other team’s offensive approach,” she says. “what would you say?”

“they played like little bitches.”

“see?” she says with a laugh. “you’d lose all your brand deals in a second.”

“you think i’ll get brand deals?”

“mhm. and lots of girls,” she adds.

“already used to that.”

she slaps his chest.

“i’m breaking up with you,” she jokes.

“so, you finally admit it,” a voice from the top of the stairs says. they look up to see one of the other four basketball players living in the house coming down the steps.

“what do you mean?” she laughs.

“that there’s a relationship to break up,” liam clarifies. “you’re not just friends.”

rafe sighs. liam is one of his friends who never stops fucking with him about how married he is to her. rafe has told him time and time again that they’re just friends.

“yeah, we’re not,” he answers.

“you’re not what?” liam says.

“just friends.”

liam just looks at the two of them as they sit on the couch, blinking slowly.

“wait, for real?” his teammate asks.

“yeah,” rafe nods.

“you’re not denying it?”

“no.”

“i don’t know what to do.” liam scratches his head. “i’ve never gotten this far. uh… finally? congratulations?”

“thanks,” she chimes in.

he looks at them for another few seconds.

“this isn’t a joke?” liam says.

“no,” she answers.

“wow,” he says. “what took so long?”

“you can leave now,” rafe tells him.

“cool.”

she laughs as liam turns and heads down the hallway. the conversation goes about the same way with every other housemate as the news spreads.

eventually, she dozes off in front of the tv. she’s curled up in a ball, her hand wrapped around his bicep, her cheek on his shoulder. he can’t help but take a photo from his vantage point.

when she wakes up, she tells him she should go home. he drives her to her dorm. on the way, she’s scrolling on her phone and sees he posted a story. he hardly ever posts anything.

it’s a photo of her taken just over her head, her eyes closed, lashes resting over her cheeks, hand wrapped around rafe’s arm. it’s a sweet, almost intimate photo.

“wow,” she teases. “you’re going to hard launch me just like that?”

“sure. whatever the fuck that means.”

she laughs.

“you know, guys tend to unknowingly post the worst pictures of their girlfriends,” she tells him. “but this really isn’t that bad.”

“no shit,” he says.

“what, it can’t be bad if you took it?” she guesses, rolling her eyes.

“it can’t be bad ‘cause it’s you.”

she glances over at rafe, watching the passing street lights glowing over his handsome face. is this the kind of stuff he’s been thinking and never saying out loud? they were always honest with each other, but she gets why he wouldn’t say things like that if he thought them. it’s so far from friend territory.

she’s determined to do the same thing. to go back to saying everything on her mind to him, instead of stopping herself from sharing her affectionate thoughts like she’s gotten used to doing.

they share a long kiss before she gets out of the car. when she makes it to her room, she reposts the photo on her story, his account clearly linked. just so there’s no confusion and simply because she’s so giddy, she captions it: boyfriends can take good pics sometimes?

it reminds her of the first night they hooked up and she posted a photo of him shirtless in her room.

eventually, everyone on her squad and every basketball player on the team, including her ex-boyfriend, view the story. it’s crazy how part of the reason she and rafe even got together was for revenge over him. she was shattered when max broke things off, but he inadvertently pushed her towards her best friend.

now, there’s no way anyone can misconstrue things. rafe is her boyfriend. and she’s proud of it.

so, she keeps her promise to herself. she won’t miss any opportunity to tell rafe how much she likes him. she texts him: i’m so so so glad i met you

he replies: only three so’s?

she texts: +5 more so’s

he replies: better

then, her phone buzzes again with a text from him: me too baby. you really are my favorite person

(continuation)

[notpixl]

Realizing they’re in love with you! HSR Edition

(Ft. Robin, Acheron, Blackswan, Feixiao)

Y’all this came up to me while in class the voices told me to write this okay or else they’ll delete my accounts 🥲

Also, Beauty amidst Death will have an update. I’m just cringing at the fact that I decided leave it in strange place and am wondering how to continue it…

GN!Reader as usual. I want all sides to be happy

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Robin

It’s… weird?

Well, she does get the usual fans declaring their love to her and all but somehow you’re different??? Like what-

Nowadays, whenever you two hug she’s always a blushing mess! And how come she just noticed that you’re… really, really close…

Too close…

There’s like this feeling on her stomach whenever you two are together. It doesn’t matter if it’s a call, a meetup, or just hanging out! It… It’s always there!

And whenever your name is mentioned her ears perk up! Like… what did do you to her?!

Eventually she’ll consult about these feelings with Sunday but he just chuckles it off, leaving her to guess what it is. (At least give her a hint!)

Though the answer would come knocking at her door

It was a simple gift

From you

There’s a little note etched into the cover

“For someone that means so much to me :)”

Opening it revealed a pretty little necklace

With a Dove as its Pendant

…come to think of it don’t they represent something?

She’s sure it was something about…

Peace…

Freedom…

And Love!

Wait…

Love…?

Oh

Oh

She slowly covers her face in embarrassment

Why… did it take her so long to figure this out?!

Aeons, she’s so dumb!

“All this time I was in love with them…”

Acheron

She’s met many people

Countless if you will

But why…?

Why is it that in this ever current flow of forgetting and remembering…

She just can’t seem to forget your lovely face?

She’ll rush to the libraries, read the news, heck, even threaten ask the greatest philosophers on what this feeling means!

Perhaps that Memokeeper knows something…?

Oh forget it!

She’ll tackle this head-on!

…by asking you herself.

“Ah… so that’s it is… Love.”

Black Swan

Hmm… what a quaint feeling she’s having when you’re around

Love, isn’t it?

She’s only seen and heard about it… but not once has she ever had the chance to have a feel…

…would you reciprocate these feeling as well?

Although that possibility comes in mind…

She’d rather hear it from you than face the harsh reality of rejection

Then again…

Would her as a whole be enough?

She’s never considered using her body to charm someone, let alone the person she has come to love…

Perhaps…

Perhaps you will

“The possibilities are endless… but I’ll never stop it from blooming.”

Feixiao

She’s rather perplexed

Wait- no… yeah no that actually works-

All it takes was one glance during her walk and now she’s stumbling on her way to work with this… strange feeling

There’s no point in running away, she already has Moze tracking you down

She’d talk to Jiaoqiu about this, only receiving a shrug and scraps of determination to “find it out herself.”

Cheeky Foxian…

Hmm…

Maybe she should ask from the source itself?

———

You lay in bed, already done with today’s schedule when you notice a shift in weight on your waist

Your eyes hesitate to open

“That’s not a good way to greet guests, isn’t it?”

Moving won’t help

“Look at me.”

You’re met with such a pair of eyes you can’t even begin to describe them

Scary? Beautiful? I think that shouldn’t be your main concern right now-

“I’ve got a question…”

Her grip tightens on your shoulders

“What did you do to me?”

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Um… no comment down here

I hope you enjoyed/hated it

Asks are always open I guess if you want to force me to write and die and sob and and and a sn

[simpforboys]

hey babe!!

i was thinking maybe protective!gf!reader x rafe, where they’re at the kegger together and a random girl starts clinging onto rafe, not knowing you’re his girlfriend and reader throws some punches

i live for protective reader oml🙇🏻‍♀️

learn your place

rafe cameron x fem!pogue!reader

summary: you teach a kook girl her place.

warnings: swearing, violence, fluff, rafe is proud af

sorry this took forever </3, also not proof read

the way your stomach turned over when you walked into the kegger with your long-term boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, was enough to shoot some red flags.

hundreds of kooks were on the Lighthouse Preserve, dozens of red solo cups littered onto the sand.

you were the only pogue who came to these parties, not really because you wanted to, but because Rafe had asked.

and unfortunately, whenever those baby-blue eyes looked pleadingly at you, you always seemed to cave.

“what’s up, Cameron?” Topper asked loudly, dapping up Rafe as you stood beside your tall boyfriend.

Kelce did the same to Rafe, before turning to give you a side-hug. “hey, future Mrs. Cameron.”

you playfully rolled your eyes at the nickname. “yeah yeah, shut up.”

you felt Rafe’s fingers interlock yours, pulling you into his side. more people came over to greet you, and the stares some of the kook girls were giving you were a nightmare.

you didn’t want to be one of them, and maybe that’s why they hated you so much. and maybe the fact you were dating the ‘Kook Prince’.

“let’s go get a drink.” Rafe said to you, holding you close to him as he walked over to the keg, supervised by some other guys you’ve never seen before.

as they pour you and Rafe a drink, you narrow your eyes at a short blonde who is drunkenly giggling at Rafe.

the sparkle in her blue eyes almost made you sick. you felt Rafe’s grip tighten around your waist, kissing your temple as he mumbled into your ear, “relax, baby. you look like you’re gonna kill someone.”

while you knew he was joking, you pressed your lips together and began to chug the beer.

➽───────────────────❥

a few hours later, you wandered around trying to find a bathroom. Rafe wanted to go with you, but you insisted that you were a big girl.

you finally found a little outhouse. after a couple moments, you walked back to the party, desperate to find hand sanitizer.

one of the only nice girls, Lizzie, happened to have cherry scented sanitizer. while you rubbed the liquid into your palms, your eyes looked around for your boyfriend.

the same blonde girl from earlier was holding onto his muscled bicep, trying to get his attention. the poor girl looked desperate, as Rafe wasn’t even acknowledging she was there.

Topper and Kelce looked uncomfortable, knowing all too well of your protectiveness of Rafe, and how badly you were going to kick the shit out of this chick.

“you can’t find any other guys to hang onto? or do you look for specifically taken ones?” your voice sent goosebumps down her tan skin as she drunkenly stared at you.

“excuse you?” she asked, trying to raise her voice, one that sounded almost babyish.

“i know my boyfriend is hot, but girl if you think holding onto him is going to catch his attention then you’re damn wrong.” you snapped, your blood boiling from her ‘pick me’ behavior.

“Rafey- this crazy girl is trying to fight me.” the girl looked up at Rafe, a forced pout on her face. you cringed at the nickname she gave your man.

Rafe just now seemed to be aware of the situation, as he tugged the girl off of him. “who the fuck is Rafey?” he laughed, his eyes shining as he turned his head to look at you.

you looked exactly like how he described earlier, like you were going to kill someone.

Topper and Kelce immediately downed their beers, knowing what was going to happen next. and while Rafe did too, he didn’t really care too much to stop it.

“you’re going to pick some… poor slut over me!” the girl whined, stomping her foot.

Rafe’s jaw dropped slightly, but before he could defend you, you had already shot your fist forward.

a loud crack was heard as your knuckles came in contact with her nose, shattering the bone. people from around moved into a circle, some recording as you moved forward again.

blood was gushing down from her nose, tears pouring from her eyes as you pushed her backwards.

rage filled your body, the alcohol pumping pure adrenaline through your system as you straddled her, throwing punch after punch onto her face.

your head was ringing, and you barely felt Rafe’s arms scoop you up. you kicked out, kicking the girl in the boob. you managed to get out of Rafe’s grasp.

“how’s that for a poor slut, huh? stay away from my man, bitch!” you shout, impulsively spitting on the girl as Rafe grabbed you once more.

“alright, baby. this isn’t Jersey Shore.” Rafe joked, pulling your body into his. your head rested against his chest, hearing his pounding heartbeat.

your own heartbeat matched his, the adrenaline beginning to wear off. you recognized the aching in your hands, your knuckles bruised and bloody.

Rafe helped you onto the little speedboat you two arrived in, turning the engine on. while Rafe was silent, you sat on the couch with your head in your hands.

your head ached with a migraine. the loud sound of the motor wasn’t exactly helpful, either.

the ride home was silent, except for the sound of the motor against the water. when Rafe pulled up to your dock, he tied off the boat.

“let’s get my girl cleaned up.”

Rafe said gently, walking in front of you. he opened the door to your run-down house, knowing where the first aid kit is.

there’s been multiple occasions of either you or Rafe getting into fights, so it became routine for the both of you.

as you put the toilet seat down, you sat on the lid as Rafe sat on the edge of the bathtub.

“damn, y/n. you might’ve broken a knuckle.”

Rafe comments, cleaning the blood up with rubbing alcohol. you hissed at the sting, shaking your leg. the motion caused his leg to shake too, before he trapped your legs between his thighs.

“stop moving, mama. let me take care of you.”

his words were gentle, soft. as he put gauze and bandages over your knuckles, you followed him into the kitchen where he grabbed two bags of frozen peas.

he placed them gingerly on your bones, careful not to hurt you.

“i’m sorry i hit her. so many fucking times…” you mumble.

Rafe lets out a soft chuckle, kissing your forehead.

“when will these kook girls learn their place?” he jokes, making you smile as you kissed his lips feverishly.

[shesasaint]

I AM SO SICK OF PEOPLE BEING ANNOYED AT CERTAIN OTHER PEOPLE IN FANDOM FOR BEING CRINGE

THATS THE WHOLE POINT

like right now with the mcr fandom i’ve seen a few people say making up things for illi mcmillin is stupid because we know it’s the prop guy who just liked to write his name

WE KNOW! WE DONT CARE!!!!

or those people who are like “it’s just an excuse for you to draw gerard as a woman!!!” people were already going that without illi. people are creating a whole new character. they’re mot saying gerard is illi.

that’s what’s wonderful about fandom! people will take the source material they love so much and just take it anywhere their imaginations take them. and yeah sometimes you might not agree with things like that but if you don’t like it

maybe don’t interact with it! or maybe you’re just boring and not whimsical enough to be in fandom!

oh that ship is problematic? don’t interact with it! (obviously this doesn’t apply to ships that are about real people that’s a whole other story)

but you can tell someone all you want that they can’t like that ship or write about it but it’s never gonna stop them.

self inserts? yes they’re cringe! but usually they’re written by 13 year olds who are expressing themselves! if you are a grown adult making fun of children in fandom spaces you need to calm down.

if you wouldn’t survive superwholock you shouldn’t be in fandom spaces.

another problem i have is people (this is targeted at the mcr fandom mostly) being angry at others for liking a band or piece of media that’s problematic. this is more a personal example but hey! i like mindless self indulgence’s music! but also

i hate jimmy urine!

just because i lsiten to their music on spotify doesn’t mean you can immediately decide i’m a horrible person. you can’t turn around and also act like mcr has never done anything problematic in their entire careers. they’re human! no one can sit here and say they’ve never ever done anything bad in their whole life.

[anastasiabowe]

“…ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ.”

Aomine was playing basketball with random people at the basketball courts down the block from his house. You were walking with friends, when you saw him dominating them all.

You gasp and run to the tall fence that surrounded the court.

“Aominichi!” Your pretty voice called out to him. Your friends giggling at the other men who were shirtless and sweaty.

He looked back at you and his energy was… off, but you obviously didn’t notice!

You ran around to where the fence gate was, and your friends followed in awkwardness. You ran to the bench where his stuff was, and he walked over to you, looking a bit annoyed.

“Can you not be here right now…” he looked off to his left and it seems like he was a bit embarrassed you were here.

“I wanna watch you play!” Your bright smile beamed at him, his gloomy cloud not faltering around his head.

“I kinda came here to play to get my mind of things, and you are kind of not helping.”

“Well, I promise I won’t say anything!” Your voice was getting whinier, babier, and he wanted to yell at you so you can take a hint.

“Please, just go do something else away from me.” His voice didn’t sound so cautious anymore, he sounded mean.

“But aomi-“

“Y/n, can you ever just get the fucking hint? Right now I don’t want to hang out with you, I don’t want to hear you, I don’t want to see you!” His voice raised, and your friends looked at him in annoyance.

Your friend tizzy understood him, but understood you more so she helped you up and walked you away, your other friend Kira glared at him.

“Still got a small dick I see,” She spat and looked him up and down. “Fucking bitch.” She walked away towards you both and you were now holding back tears.

Aomine pinched his bridge and turned back to the game. Everyone looked a bit upset at him, not a single person in the mood to play the fun game they were before.

“What?” He annoyingly asked them.

“Who talks to their girl like that? Especially a cute one?” One said.

“Yeah dude, you’re lucky you have a girl that wants to spend time with you.” Another said.

“Would hate to date someone like you.” One whispered.

“Right.” Another agreed.

Aomine rolled his eyes, but truly, he knows they’re right.

“Y/n, please stop crying! He’s probably just in some mood!” Tizzy rubbed your back at a bench far far far from the basketball court.

“He-he’s always in ‘some mood’!” I wiped my eyes, and Kira looked like she was about to kill someone.

“He’s such a dick! You are such a great person, and he is basically using you. I think you should have dated Kagami or some rival of his.” Kira angrily said.

“No, I-I love Aominichi!” My tears finally drying up.

Kira cringed. “He doesn’t deserve to be called ‘Aominichi’,” she mocked in a Whitney voice, not mocking you though.

“Thanks guys, I-i think I wanna go home for now.” I softly said, standing up.

“Do you want us to hang with you, or do you want some alone time?” Tizzy offered.

“I just wanna play with Loki and be alone.” I smiled. They hugged me and we parted ways.

I had walked down to the train and got on. My phone dinged and I looked at it.

Aominichi💗: Hey, can we talk?

I opened the message and closed it, I wanted him to know I read his message but don’t care. Yeah, it hurt to do that, I love talking with him, but again, like many times, he hurt me and I can’t give in to that!

Another ding.

Aominichi💗: come on Y/n don’t ignore me😒

I opened it again and closed it.

I finally reached my house, and outside was Aomine.

“Shit.” I groaned to myself. I walked through my gate and right part him, I didn’t even give him a glance. I opened my door and tried to shut it, but he pushed it open.

“Y/n, talk to me.” He sounded irritated. Good.

“I have nothing to say to you, Aomine.” The name you gave him struck his heart. Yeah it’s his name, but you’ve never, no matter how upset you were, you never called him by his actual name.

“Y/n, come on-“

“I have nothing to say to you.” I grabbed Loki and sat on my couch. The white cat glared at Aomine, knowing he did something wrong.

Aomine stood there like “🧍🏻”.

I looked at him, heart hurting. I’m not a cold person, this kills me more than it kills him.

“I’m sorry,” He finally said. I looked at him and wanted to hug him, but no. “You know how I get!”

“Mhm.” At this point my cold facade was faltering, tears burning at the back of my eyes. My throat was starting to close and tense.

He walked over to me and got on his knees.

“I love you so much, please forgive me.” His hands clasped together and his eyes wide.

“If you loved me you wouldn’t treat me so bad.” A pout formed on my face, slowly giving into his apology.

“I know, I’ll work on it.”

After looking at him, seeing him on his knees asking for forgiveness was not like him, so I guess I could forgive him.

“Alright, I forgive you.” I smiled and his face lit up, but then a smug look appeared on his face.

“Yep. Don’t think I’m getting on my knees for you ever again.” He hopped on his feet and leaned over to kiss me.

“But seriously, I’ll work on my attitude.”

“I know you will.” I smiled and he rolled his eyes.

“Also never call me Aomine again. Doesn’t sound right coming from you.” His face cringed at his own name.

“Yeah, yeah, you big baby.”

[3ndishere]

JIMMY BPD HCS! JIMMY BPD HCS! JIMMY BPD HCS! 🙏

NOW you’re speaking my language! (Disclaimer I know Jimmy is a controversial character- let me say not EVERYONE who has BPD is like Jimmy- BPD is a serious condition but people do not turn into monsters just because they have it. Many people with BPD live fulfilled happy lives. I am just talking about Jimmy through the BPD lens. That is all.) anyway let’s get this show on the road

compared to curly his bpd is WAY more “loud”, people can sense he has some kind of personality disorder on with like a bloodhound instead of just this general feeling of “off”-ness like with Curly. But then again people don’t automatically assume anything because… he looks like a normal guy. But something is definitely off.

I didn’t elaborate on Curly’s but I think Jimmy’s bpd developed from a history of physical + emotional abuse and neglect, you can’t tell me a man like that had a picture perfect childhood. (Disclaimer I am NOT excusing his actions, many people have sad childhoods and don’t go on to do what he did to Anya, I am only stating a headcanon that I think could explain his behavior).

fear of abandonment. He literally calls out curly for seemingly “abandoning” him and the crew during the birthday party scene. Curly is his fp (obviously) and Jimmy sinks his claws into him and never lets go. I feel like he’d be the type to threaten to hurt or kill himself if curly ever tried to leave him- he’s definitely been the cause of a few of curly’s relationships fizzling out because of his fear of abandonment. Curly has not found that out yet.

Risky self harming behavior? You GOT it! List every unhealthy coping mechanism one can do and he’s probably done it. Drugs? Yeah hand some over. Sex? With no strings attatched yeah. Drink? Pass the bottle. Curly has to find him everytime and either beg him to stop or just silently take him home and clean him up

To Add onto the last one I’m 99% sure he’s self harmed or attempted suicide before, curly, once again, has almost always found him afterwards and helped him clean up. the first time was when they were teens I think but the attempts lessened as they grew older (mostly because Jimmy thought it was #cringe to be suicidal at 30) which curly took as jimmy getting better (he did not). Anyway h probably has sh scars but they’re never visible because hes ashamed by them + it’d hurt his ego if anyone pointed them out.

The WORST splitting the world has ever seen. Worships curly but resents him at the same time- can go from laughing at an inside joke with him to screaming about how curly hates him and thinks he’s a failure/wants him to fail- there is NO gray area with Jimmy you’re either with him or leaving him to the wolves. Curly has settled himself as with him, they’re all eachother knows after all. Also add on the world’s most buried crush + internalized homophobia and you’ve got Jimmy’s relationship with curly down.

Mood swings and paranoia!!! He is CRAZY paranoid about everyone and assumes the worst in everything, you tell him to get therapy? Oh you think he’s a BAD PERSON YOURE PRAYING ON HIS DOWNFALL. Anyway mood swings- can go from a snarky but slightly charismatic guy to a screaming sniveling paranoid mess if he’s set off.

In a slightly kinder world, maybe Jimmy and Curly could’ve both gone to therapy and learned to communicate about their issues, as well as establish healthier boundaries and a better relationship- benefitting both them and others. THANK YOU who ever asked this! It’s a bit longer than the curly one but I digress. Enjoy lol

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mad Season ❄ Story B

Warnings: non/dubcon, social anxiety, chronic illness, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: this is Bucky’s side of the story.

Summary: a class project gets messy. (short!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“You get some good sleep,” Bucky says as he lingers behind you. You jingle your keys, nearly dropping them as you fish them from your bag. “I’ll be back for my jacket tomorrow.” 

“Right, er, you can just take it now,” you turn back and he puts his hand up. 

“Just in case, you hold onto it,” his lips curve slightly. “I told ya, I’m sweatin’ in this weather.” 

“Oh, okay,” you hate to argue, especially after he’s been so nice. He even walked you off campus. “Uh, thanks... I... I feel better.” 

“That’s good, doll. Didn’t even know you were upset? Something I should know about?” He wonders. 

You shake your head. You don’t want to think about Peter, let alone mention him. “No, just... college stuff.” 

“Ah, got a big assignment? Is that what you and the kid are working on?” He asks. 

“Mhmm,” you glance away evasively. “Yeah, homework.” 

“Didn’t do much school myself. Was an army brat. Hung around the base, did some smuggling, then I ended up babysitting the little twerp we now know as Captain America,” he scoffs. “Well, that was ages ago. I almost forget...” he shrugs then raises a hand and snaps his fingers, “oh, uh, not to be too forward, you want my number? For emergencies.” 

You hesitate. It’s probably a good idea. He’s leaving his coat and you’re not sure how long your study group will take tomorrow. 

“Um, okay,” you slip out your phone and shiver as you step back down the walk. “I’ll text you... number?” 

He takes out his phone and crackles out a tiny laugh, “you know, I can remember my US Army number, can’t for the life of me keep this one in my head.” He taps and scrolls, “here we are.” 

He reads out the numbers and you tap them in. You add him as a contact and open a conversation. You send him a smiley. 

“Amazing. Now I can tell Steve I got a pretty girl’s number,” he chuckles. You look at him in surprise. He cringes, “woof, not as smooth as I used to be. Anyway, I’ll be around. Let me know when I can pick the coat up.” 

“S-sure.” You agree. 

“You have a good night, doll,” he stays where he is, planting his feet as he watches you expectantly. 

You head up the walk and your keys tinkle once more as you unlock the door and push inward. You glance over your shoulder as he watches. He nods. It’s nice of him to make sure you’re safe. You give a wave then go inside. 

You’re just happy to be back at your dorm.  

❄ 

You wake up early despite the late night. You’ve never been very good at sleeping in. You get washed up, take your meds, and get dressed in a pair of wool tights and a cozy knit dress. As you go to leave, you stop short. Bucky’s fleece-lined leather hangs on the chair. You wonder what happened to your jacket. 

The winds whistle outside your window. You don’t have any other coats, just the one. You shrug on the loose leather and zip it up. It smells a bit like cedar.  

You get out the door early enough to buy a tea at the cafe on your way to the library. Your group for your lab is all there but one. You sit down but they hardly seem to notice. You don’t know how you’ll get anything done when they just stare blankly when you read out the instructions. 

You muddle through. It’s awkward because they all seem to know each other but none of them are very nice to you. In the end, you’re stuck with most of the work and they’re talking about the movie theatre. 

You pack up and they leave in pairs. You stand and grab the leather coat, hugging it under your arm as you check your phone. You’re going to check out a few shelves before you head off. 

As you push in the chair with your hip, a message blips up in the top of the screen. Bucky. You don’t get to read his message before your name pulls your head up. 

“Hey, been looking for you,” Peter says. “Got your coat...” He squints as his eyes fall to the coat over your arm. “That’s a bit big, isn’t it?” 

“Oh, it’s... borrowed.” 

“Borrowed? From who?” 

“Doesn’t matter,” you say as your scalp tingles. “Thanks for bringing that back.” 

You reach for your coat but he does the same and latches onto the leather. You try to tug both away. He yanks Bucky’s coat away and shakes it out. He snorts as he looks it up and down. His eyes snap up derisively and he throws it on the ground. 

“How the hell did you get that?” He growls. 

“I...” 

“No, why the hell are you carrying around his coat? He’s an old fucking man.” 

“Peter,” you bend to pick up the coat. 

“I’m not stupid. His dumb pin is on it. No wonder you ran out last night. You act like I’m the one messing around and you’re sneaking around with Bucky Barnes?” He sneers. 

“I wasn’t sneaking--” You lift the coat and hold it against yours. You back up as you pout at him. “Why are you yelling?” 

“I told you I liked you and now you’re walking around in another guy’s coat. Why wouldn’t I?” He pauses and looks around, only then aware of his audience. “Oh, right, it’s a library.” He speaks louder as he throws his arms out, “guess I need to be quiet!” 

You cringe and turn back to swipe up your bag. You keep your head down as your heart races and your breath begins to burn your chest. You turn back but can’t look at him. You keep a wide breadth as you step around him, bracing for him to do something.  

He just snarls as you pass, “you’re such a baby.” 

You hurry out, cheat thumping, head spinning, each step faster than the next. When at last you get to the first floor and burst out onto campus, your temples are pulsing. You struggle to untangle your bag from the coats and finally bury your hand deep inside. You take out your puffer but it slips from your frantic grasp. 

It bounces across the pavement and you cough and wheeze. Before you can reach for it, someone else does. You look up at Bucky as he stands straight. He looks you up and down and holds it out, “whatsa matter, doll?” 

You take it eagerly and suck on the end, puffing several times. He moves to block the wind as it whips around you. You finally steady yourself and hug the coats. 

“N-nothing,” you utter, “here. I have your coat.” 

He eyes you wearily as you pull his coat from under yours and hold it out. He takes it reluctantly as his mouth slants, “thanks. Where you off to?” 

“Just... groceries,” you shiver as you open your coat. 

“Groceries it is,” he says, “I’ll carry your bags.” 

You’re too out of it to protest. You need to get out of there before Peter catches up to you. You’re embarrassed after the scene he made in the library and you don’t need another. You just nod and pull your sleeves up your arms. 

“Thank you,” you murmur. 

[lovedrruunk]

‘General Venture dating headcanons!

Authors note; literally wrote all of this during my genocide and holocaust studies class.… I’m going to hell…Also guys idk whether to use “y/n” or not like I can’t help but cringe… is it corny or no gah idk ALSO AUGHHH IM SUCH A LIAR im literally so behind on all my assignments!!!! And I still have requests to do whatever whatever enjoy!!!

They’re very secure as a person (and they trust you lots!) so I don’t think they’d get easily jealous but when they are they're sneaky with it, they’d be the type to like sabotage lolol

“Do you think I have a chance?”

“Oh with (____) ? Yea sure but just so y’know they were only recently discharged from the psyche ward…”

“Oh…”

“Yea… doctors said they’d never be the same ..… poor thing…..

( ＾◡＾)”

They’re actually just the sweetest most understanding s/o ever like genuinely let them know all your of worries, share all your burdens, they happily will!!

Will DIE if they ever made you upset. Like would start genuinely tweaking and going crazy. Will buy every gift and write so many letters apologizing for whatever they’d done until you’re happy again

Even worse if they make you mad like omg ESPECIALLY IF UR GIVING THEM THE SILENT TREATMENT

do be expecting them outside your window with a boombox on their head playing some old romantic Spanish saop opera song

They seem like the type who can’t cook for shit (I’m projecting here) BUT they will try just for you! They’ll attempt to cook your favorite foods… please lie to them!!

Absolutely loves to spoil / do things for you but if you do the same they freak out, lots of ‘You shouldn’t have!’s and ‘Shuckssss teehehehe’

Of COURSEEE gifts you lots of pretty rocks!!! Constantly. Your house might have a random rock in every corner but hey what can you do? what’s that? Refuse to take it? Yea if you want them to die!!!! You might as well have just ripped their heart out! just say you hate them and never wanna see them ever again!!!

Speaking of… lots of dramatics. However they’re smart enough to know when to stop so it’s not to the point of being annoying or anything! They can’t help but be playful, it’s in their blood

Not only are they a terrible cook but they're a terrible driver as well, there's definitely a hidden drawer filled with all their tickets... somebody get them off the damn road!

Treats the drill like a pet lol, y'know those jokes about pitbulls named princess? That's for sure what's going on here. Yea it's a dangerously massive drill meant to effortlessly barrow through solid ground but it's also their little meowmeow so?? Their admiral turbo meowington? If you suggest they wash it from all the dirt and grime they'll pout and say something stupid like; "but but flufflestiltskin hates the bath"

That's all I can think of right now but I'm sure there's more cooking in the back of my head!! Hope you like it, this was rlly fun lolol (IM SO IN LOVE WITH THEM SOMEONE SEDATE ME.)

[dark-side-blog3]

I feel like if you want to escape the house of lamentation, you have to be REAL careful what method you use.

If you make Leviathan or Asmodeus bored of you— not hate! Just bored, and make them realize they would get more of a reaction from someone else, spending time to show them some prime examples of partners while also showing that when you do try you just can’t compete, and they’re ultimately putting too much effort into a relationship that even if you agree to, you just aren’t going to give them enough… If you bore them, you’ll walk away scot free.

However, boring them won’t work with everyone. Some of them you have to make hate you. Lucifer for example would be able to find contentment in a less than glamorous life with you. So, you need to do your best to just be horrible for his image. Every intimate act is public and you gush over him, lowering your self worth and by extension: his. He can’t be associated with someone who embarrasses him so often when he tries to be nice, in his roundabout way. And you shouldn’t be telling everyone his business!

Mammon is a bit trickier, because he’s got such a tolerance for being bullied, and for cringe, so you can’t embarrass him. But you can nag him on his faults constantly, throw away parts of his hoard with the reasoning that it’s “unsanitary” and trying to “tidy up” his room. Always rat him out to debt collectors, demand he throw away the biohazard’s in his room, discreetly deep clean his car and throw out any trash you find. Don’t be cruel to him, it’ll only make him cling harder despite being unhappy. But make it known that if you are in his space, his things aren’t safe. And he’ll slowly pull away, years at a time. Try to remain friends, knowing full well you won’t be. He’ll find it too weird, given his previous obsession and possessive tendencies to you.

And again: you have to be really, really careful what method you choose. Because if you over or under do it, any of them may just become worse.

For example, it’s best to make Beel feel like you can protect yourself for the most part, and he only needs to step in occasionally. Don’t feed into his delusions, but don’t deny them outright. Let him feel like the best way to help you is to be distant. Because if Beelzebub feels disillusioned with you, you’re not going to have a more obsessed demon.

Beel, if throughly annoyed and no longer enamoured with you, will stop seeing you as this whimsical and cunning human, and will begin to just see you as human. You’re about as special as any other human, about as in need of protection. But that doesn’t change your species. Did those other humans have interests, hobbies, ideology, friends, family, a vision for their life? Maybe. But that never stopped him before.

You were kept alive, like one might keep a pet pig or chicken. And though you can put a ribbon on it, it is what it is in the end. And since you’ve outlived your purpose as anything else: Beelzebub is going to eat you.

[kyoshithewriter]

Level the Playing Field.

Warning: mature themes (18+)

Part sixteen: Happy Endings.

A/n: One thing about me? I’m going to wrap it up loool I hate drawn out writing. But thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed 🫶🏾

Sadé looks around the sparsely furnished space of their two bedroom flat. She can’t believe they actually did it. Mikayla enters the open space dragging a medium sized box along and she cringes at the abrasive sound of cardboard skating across the polished concrete floors, but she immediately breaks into a smile at the pure joy on her friend’s face. Mikayla races over to clasp their hands together so they can hop around and squeal excitedly in the middle of their new home. The sound echoes around them, there’s only one sofa in the livingroom, but they’ll get to the furnishing soon. Sadé could make a firm statement that the past couple of months has been the most important in her life. Mikayla, Celine and Jude all played a part. They helped her with research on how to go about obtaining citizenship in the country; it’s still in process but in the meantime she is able to live and work without restrictions. She and Mikayla immediately began applying for jobs before exams while Celine applied for grad schools. Sadé received three offers but ultimately accepted the post of a lab technician in London because Mikayla got an offer for an actuarial position at a financial institution in London as well. Celine got accepted to a university in the same city, 25 minutes away. It’s almost too perfect but Sadé is just learning to be grateful instead of questioning everything. Graduation was heavy for her; seeing everyone else celebrate with their loved ones and still not hearing from her mom for almost a year was heartbreaking. But her friends’ parents made it bearable; they treated her like their own. They insisted she come in every picture, they as well as Jude’s mother cheered loudly for her when she walked across the stage.

“I can’t believe we’ve graduated and start our big girl jobs soon.” Mikayla is almost dancing on the tips of her toes from excitement.

“I know! and we’re still roommates.”

Sadé giggles as Mikayla crushes her to her body in a suffocating hug.

“I’m so happy.” Mikayla mutters and Sadé can swear she hears quiet sniffling.

“Mikky are you crying?” She laughs when her friend denies but she can feel the tears wetting her shoulder.

***********

“The apartment is nice but I still think you should be here with me.” Jude pouts on her screen as she gives him a tour of her room.

“Stop being a baby, I’ll come see you… when I get settled.” She playfully rolls her eyes while propping her phone up to clip her long- black sew-in up.

“And when is that?”

“I don’t know but you’ll survive, so needy.” Sadé pulls her shirt over her head and shimmies out of her jeans.

“Needy because I miss my girlfriend?”

Sadé bites her lip to hide her smile. He asked her a couple weeks before graduation after months of dating. She still does get some attention from the media, especially since they have been caught on dates together. But she keeps all her socials private still and stopped paying attention to the comments on posts.

“I still haven’t agreed to being your girlfriend yet, by the way.” She cheekily reminds him. It’s true too, she had just smiled and kissed him when he asked. There’s still an underlying fear that they’re just high off infatuation and the amazing sexual chemistry between them. She almost feels as if she’s giving him time to snap out of it before they go too far. Pessimistic, but old habits die hard.

“You are in my head until I get you to say yes.” He says distractedly. She would guess it has something to do with her being naked on his screen.

“Fair enough.” She giggles, picking the phone up to head into her ensuite bathroom. “How was practice today?”

“A lot. Still a bit sore.” He rubs at his shoulder with a groan.

“Aw, poor pumpkin. Did you take an ice bath?”

*******

They stay on the phone until she gets cozy in bed.

“I miss you, Jude.” She whispers in her dimly lit room, eyes heavy with sleep. Jude stays quiet but his eyes lock onto her face, roaming from her eyes, her nose, her lips. Almost as if he’s trying to commit every feature to memory. It’s been three weeks since she last saw him in person.

“Get some sleep, Sadé.” He coaxes in a hushed tone.

“Okay, good night, Jude.”

“Sweet dreams baby.”

************

Sadé’s form of unwinding after work is looking at furniture online. She’s so excited to get paid so her room can have more than the singular bed. They both decided to come together and choose things and decorations for their living room after they’re done with their respective bedrooms. They might even paint- white is a pretty boring colour.

“Sadé!” Mikayla’s shout comes from the direction of the living room. Sadé slides out of bed, eyes glued to the screen of her laptop as she makes her way in the direction of the living room.

“What’s up? Ugh look at this cute baby blue vanity.” She adjusts the laptop in her hand to turn it in her friend’s direction. She looks up and freezes.

“Hey.” Jude greets cheekily.

Sadé chucks her laptop in the direction of the couch to leap at him. He drops the duffle in his hands just in time to catch her. His chest rumbles against her stomach with laughter.

“What are you doing here?”

“You said you missed me a couple days ago.” He says with a shrug. Sadé melts against him but gives his left shoulder a weak slap.

“Well damn, I’m gonna go tell Ryan I miss him too.” Mikayla mutters before heading down the hallway to her room. Sadé giggles as Jude tickles her nose with his.

“Hi.”

“Hi Jude.” She pretends to be exasperated but her insides are so warm she fears she might combust. It should be illegal for him to make her feel like this but she wouldn’t have it any other way. He drops a soft peck on her lips before he slowly sets her back on her feet.

“Are you hungry?” She asks as she reaches for her laptop that bounced off the couch and onto the floor. She assesses the damage and breathes a sigh of relief to find none. Look what love makes a person do.

“No, I had plenty of food on my flight.” Jude hugs her waist from behind.

“I can’t get over the way you smell.” He says gruffly before suckling softly at her neck. Sadé sucks in a deep breath, knees already wanting to buckle. Gosh, she missed him.

“Bedroom.” She whispers eagerly.

*************

Her legs are folded until they’re right next to her ears. Jude stands at the edge of the bed, with his hands keeping her legs in place while sinks every single inch he has to give inside her. And he has a lot. Sadé can only watch him disappear inside her again and again with her mouth agape and tears on her face. How can it always get better? How does it always feel so overwhelmingly good? She’s sure he’s reaching depths that shouldn’t be allowed. She drops her head back to sob out loud, hands grabbing at the bonnet on her head, at his hair, his chest, the sheet; she’s so overwhelmed she doesn’t know what to do with herself.

“Jude it’s too- you’re too- I can’t-”

“Yes you can, you’re so good for me, Sadé.” He pulls all the way out to slowly sink deeply inside her again.

“Aren’t you baby?”

“Uh-huh.” She hiccups as the pressure in her lower belly begins to build. She clenches around him and he moans out above her before straightening his stance to really move. It takes no time for the familiar feeling to take hold of her entire body. She tenses, toes curling.

“Jude, I’m gonna-”

He cuts her off with a long groan, pulling out to wrap his right hand around himself while he slides his middle and ring finger of his left inside her, angling them up to rub at that particular spot with little finesse. It doesn’t matter, she was already so close so the stimulation is enough to send her hurtling off the edge. She screams as the pressure snaps and stars burst behind her tightly shut eyes. It’s even hotter with the feel of the warm splashes against her stomach and his low moans of her name that echo throughout the room. Jude doesn’t stop the movement of his fingers inside her until her thrashing slows to gentle twitches. He peppers kisses all over her face until she’s lucid enough to return the kiss he presses into her lips.

“You feel so good. Already miss being inside you.”

Sadé moans weakly in his mouth, still twitching as he slowly pulls his fingers out to slide them back in.

She knows what that means…

“More? Please?” he begs desperately.

It’s going to be a long night but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

*************

“See this one? It’s so cute, and I want to paint over my walls so it would really go with it.” She shoves the laptop closer to his face to show him the eighth picture of furniture or decoration she wants for her room. Jude looks at every single one keenly though. He rubs his hand along her arm looking at the screen.

“So you want to paint your room in baby blue?”

“Uh- huh. I can’t wait until I save up enough.” She says with a tiny pout. Her paycheck is very decent but even though they split the rent, it isn’t cheap living in a nice apartment in London at all. Plus other bills and groceries. It’s going to take a while to have her dream space. Jude presses a gentle kiss on her forehead and hugs her tighter to his body.

“I’m leaving tomorrow evening, I didn’t get much time off.”

She pouts against his side but nods her head in understanding. She knows his schedule is packed, she’s surprised he even came to see her.

“Champions League games start soon, I hope you know you’re coming to the first home game. No excuses.”

She giggles at the fake stern look on his face.

“I promise.” He has been raving about it for a while now and they kick off in October- a month away.

She holds her pinky up between them before Jude does. He laughs and links them.

***********

Sadé comes home from work two days later to see men moving furniture into their flat with a wide- eyed Mikayla standing by the door. The exact pieces she has been admiring.

“Did you?” Mikayla asks and Sadé offers her a shake of her head.

“I couldn’t afford all this right now I was just telling Jude-”

The realization dawns on her and she can only laugh incredulously.

“You bought me thousands of dollars worth of furniture?!” Is the first thing she shouts as soon as he answers the phone.

“Hello to you too, Sadé.” He’s sweaty in frame, clearly just done with training.

“Jude!”

“What? It’s not a big deal, baby.” He says coolly. He says something to someone off screen and they share a laugh.

“Why would you do that?” She finally feels the tears welling up in her eyes. She’s always so overwhelmed when people show such kindness.

“Because you deserve it, because you’re my girlfriend.”

She laughs wetly, tears sliding down her cheeks.

“Jude…”

“Aren’t you?” He persists.

She pauses to suck in a sharp breath. A smile breaks out on her face as she looks at his handsome face on her screen. He’s so beautiful, inside and out. So much that it hurts. She loves him, she’s now sure of it.

“Yes, yes I am.”

[blue-sterling0357]

Hi! If that's okay could i request Ciel with an older sibling reader that has three dogs? Specifically a Pomerania, a rottweiler and a dobermann, and the two bigger ones are also protection dogs.

The dogs are very friendly and the bigger ones are also very protective of both the reader and him (especially the rottie, those dogs are overprotective).

(Ciel deserves a good elder sister, also thank you for requesting this!)

Ciel X Elder sister! Reader:

You have three dogs!

✲ You were Ciel's elder sister and got the luck opportunity to study abroad, you often visited your younger twin brother and spoiled them, O! Ciel and R! Ciel both have good memory of you as were Ciel’s elder sister and had already left for education to a boarding girl’s school by the time the manor was burnt down and the whole manor was rebuilt again, you still couldn’t visit your brother until a few years later. You were devastated by your parents’ death and your brothers’ disappearance! You were raised by Madam Red until you graduated!

✲ You had finally finished your studies, got a good paying job and were living normally when you finally got the chance to meet your younger brother, you were told by Tanaka how things were going on around the house since the moment Ciel returned. He told you about his mysterious and efficient butler, Sebastian and the chaotic trio which ruin the manor from time to time, Mey-rin, Finny and Bardroy!

✲ Things have changed around the household, Tanaka wrote to you, and finally you were visiting with you three fur babies! (I’m naming your dogs because yes) The Doberman, Momo, and the Rottweiler, Zomi, were your two babies and your guard dogs but you had a demon as well!! It was a Pomeranian, coffee…..SHE WAS A BIG DEMON!! But a cute demon!!! But a demon nonetheless, she was in charge of your house…..And boss of Momo and Zomi, they’re boys btw…..

✲ So when you came visiting, Coffee was literally yelling your ears off in the carriage and Zomi and Momo were both hiding their ears under their paws because they didn’t want to hear her chattering your ears off because of how she doesn’t know where she is….And the thing is when you reached the manor, you told Ciel you had three dogs and Sebastian obviously wasn’t happy with the news but had to listen and so when Ciel and Sebastian came outside the manor and you opened the door to the carriage, Coffee jumped out FIRST AND FOREMOST! She always does…

✲ But the moment Coffee saw Ciel, she shut her mouth and waddled towards him and Ciel being the dog lover he is picked her up and the EXPRESSION ON YOUR FACE WAS PRICELESS, coffee HATES being picked up and she never shuts up unless she is sleeping so her shutting up and not caring she’s picked up shows she is a fan of Ciel, you then stepped out and then Zomi and Momo stepped out behind you, they honestly didn’t care much about anything other than the fact that there was another person who smelt like you, they swarmed Ciel closely sniffing him making Ciel giggled as you hugged Ciel tightly, Sebastian backing up because he hates dogs…

✲ Ciel was excited to meet you again and like before you brought gifts to spoil your brother! Ciel not only excited to meet you but also your dogs, he got along with the three very well, especially Coffee who had taken a special liking to him and Sebastian for some reason, Coffee would often go up to him and rub herself on his feet, which not only made Sebastian cringe and shrivel up internally but also entertained Ciel because he knows how much Sebastian hates dogs! You always apologize in place of Ciel and Coffee to Sebastian but he always says while kissing the back of your hand “It’s alright, m’lady, after all if I can’t handle them what kind of butler would I be?” and you’re blushing pink…

✲ Ciel is always babying your three dogs, giving them snacks, even if you and Sebastian stop him, he won’t, he will sneak them snacks and your three dogs are always beside him, cuddling him when it’s his bed time, they no longer cuddle with you and you’re now upset and cold….but then you cuddle with Ciel and all three even if Coffee annoys you sometimes, but it’s bearable you’ve been handling for long now!!

✲ Ciel is also teaching Coffee tricks in trade of treats, something you never thought to teach her or any of your dogs for that matter, you only just wanted to live with them, play with them, feed them, cuddle them (Zomi & Momo), and care for them…Yeah, no teaching Zomi and Momo was something you may have thought of once, but Coffee was out of the question….

✲ Ciel, you, Zomi, Momo, Coffee and (sadly) Sebastian all go around in early mornings or maybe afternoons to play with dogs with all immense energy, and you get some exercise in, have a breather form lives and maybe sun if you’re lucky, I mean it’s England after all…

✲ Ciel with you, his elder sister’s/older baby’s permission, will use your dogs for finding clues, peoples and other things in his cases. He will understand if you say no, but the queen’s guard dog need his own guard dogs as well and Sebastian isn’t enough, Coffee’s angry screeching on Sebastian and Zomi’s warm hugs and Momo’s  kisses are something he apparently needs to survive in his cases…

✲ Okay, but we need to specially mention Sebastian for handling THREE dogs plus a new puppy (you) for his old puppy (Ciel) all without an angry breakdown (at least not in front of you/ciel/any other servants/dogs) or being hostile, so he deserves a pat on the head and a week of un-connecting using his cats...no?