#actually it’s hot because of the hypothetical guy’s reactions and face

[pitrsattabhaadmeinjaa]

why is ending a romantically/sexually aligned arrangement SO WEIRD. WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO NOW.

[kijosakka]

i have so many hypotheticals for dramaturgy u dont even KNOW (i am going to sit here and go through them though)

so this is all coming up because i was considering a tiny detail about the initial cast relations on island (then turning into this whole. mess.) and wanted to do a little thing where i explore hypotheticals to this au that aren't necessarily 'canon' to it,,

CAST RELATIONS: in my rehash post of island and covering the casts' reactions to noah acting Like That, i say the feeling of uncanny detachedness was immediate. but it could also? not be?

maybe he just comes off as shy at first, or especially standoffish -- perhaps the sense of detachedness is a mounting realization that 'oh this guy is kindof Weird As Hell' instead of an immediate bad sense,, this effectively would not change the cast relations or dynamics at this point, but it would provide more exposition opportunities for cast members to try striking up anything at all with him and getting shut down immediately as opposed to (unintentional) ostracization from the beginning.

^ and also, conflict exploration. not during island, but during his shift in WT, there could be the issue of noah knowing these people already tried and he shut them down each and every time, so what reason do they have to give him yet another chance? (is it worth the emotional risks and potential hurt and no gains, etc etc)

PHOBIA FACTOR: as it is, 'canon' to the AU noah gets eliminated during dodgebrawl (which is necessary for his general character), but phobia factor is a lovely little 'consequences of forgetting about the cameras' if on a much smaller scale.

now,, im ngl this sounded a lot more fun than it is actually going to be. because the simple answer is just that noah lies. put in this position -- if his onscreen character is forced to have depth, then it will be fake for his own peace of mind.

^ the only thing that would potentially happen is that it would, in a way, isolate him from his castmates further, simply because his reaction,,, Isn't. the fear among the cast as they face their greatest fears is shared -- except for noah. because its not genuine. his reaction comes off as flat (and even then the response that he is showing is further, repeated theme, uncanny valley. to have never seen this guy fearful performing some facsimile of it? Weird.)

SIERRA / WT PAN-OUT: ok,, sierras role here is very closely connected to the other idea mentioned here -- a wt hypothetical season play-out,, thing. while not 'canon' to the au for the simple fact that noah has Little to No development in this and thats the point, im spilling all my 'what-ifs' and might as well include this one.

theres actually,, a shocking number of moving parts to this. to summarize: tyler is eliminated in noahs place in london (mostly to keep numbers even), and thus takes his place witnessing the Kiss.

^ im not sure why tyler would be eliminated honestly. havent thought that through. however i do have something mapped out (kinda) for the trajectory of the love triangle,, being that noah doesnt do Anything. it boils over eventually, obviously, since duncan and gwen both know that he knows, im thinking around picnic at hanging dork? (elimination-wise, between london and picnic [*greece & area 51] cody is eliminated, sierra is Struggling but i do need her here for future plot purposes)

[*greece; noah volunteers before duncan in the scavenger hunt and along the way kiiinda talks with gwen?? just a little, just kinda nudging her in a direction away from any Dramatic, Exploitable behaviors]

^ so noah says nothing, right? he doesnt want to get involved in this Plotline, but he can get duncan to spill. so he does that -- talks to others, sometimes points over at him, and through the two challenges and the time between ends up freaking duncan out enough that he confronts noah post-picnic (theyre just outside the plane getting uhhh idk drinks. its Hot.) while the cameras arent rolling. the cast is around though.

duncan spills it all by himself, noah has a little moment of 'i didnt tell anyone, but you just did' -- courtney is pissed, but duncan is downright furious and gets all in noahs face, to which he responds much like he did at the very beginning of island: he doesnt.

he says something to the effect of 'if youre looking for a reaction, im the wrong person to look for it in' (or he doesnt say anything -- this is a work in progress) and Leaves. i also do like the mental image of noah spilling whatever drink he has down duncans shirt to force him away in a manner that doesnt make noah reveal any (perceived sense of) vulnerability via stepping back himself.

not much else on that -- just that post-challenge i also like the idea of noah being physically close to owen after. idk to what ends,, owen just wants to Comfort (< see also, noah can have a little breakdown in the showers or smth. a tiny one. its been far too long having to keep this all up and being close and not even properly involved in some of the drama of the show is making him crack whether he shows it or not)

^ and (im ngl i do imagine gwen being eliminated here? again, semantics r lost on me in favor of the Numbers) now,, sweden comes: duncan definitely believes anything with noah is nuked, so sucks up to owen and alejandro both in similar ways. basically like how canon went, etc etc noah is back to fading into the background.

however post-sweden offers up duncan&noah interactions. say duncan has had time to cool off and now wants to know why noah didnt say anything; noah deflects, bc of course he does, but does talk duncan into a kindof realization of just how much the show itself impacted his relationship with courtney -- not at the moment, but later it would serve to duncan to characterize noah a little better (and by a little i mean a lot); being, he's keenly aware of the cameras and the audience.

niagra brawls,, everything most goes, save the pairing are changed a bit: heather and alejandro, owen and blaineley, duncan and sierra, and courtney and noah. < courtney and noah win immunity (note: courtney definitely carries him across). post-challenge, noah point-blank tells courtney that hes sorry and that he shouldve come to her immediately.

^ courtney,, appreciates the genuine apology. she asks him why he didnt -- noah is, for once, honest, saying it was mostly a selfish reason and he didnt want the fallout. (smth smth he can truly hold sympathy abt the situation, knowing just how badly the presence of cameras can Fuck Things Up)

now. i swear ill circle around to sierra eventually but i need to talk about blaineley really quickly. so dramaturgy right?? noah is In The Business. i had it in the very original post of this (rb, covering cast dynamics) that noah did not like blainely. i renege. bffs. absolute shit-talkers together.

^ the point of that is that noah talks her out of the alliance with chef. im not actually sure what that does bc i still intend for blaineley to be eliminated post-china (aswell as courtney probably idk?? could be switched with duncan) but maybe she also has smth to say about how detached noah acts?? (see also the little scene concept thing of chris pointing out just how unnerving it was seeing noah act so lifeless)

also: noah wins. the china challenge. master of keeping a Flat Face. (note: he definitely does vomit immediately after. sick for Hours)

the semantics kinda fizzle out from here, but in essence noah floats his way to the final three à la cody style (does not want to be there also) and on the way kinda bonds with sierra? < that brings up another little correction ill rb onto another post at some point; sierra, while initially holding the intrigue as opposed to dislike of noahs detachedness, does in fact grow to find it unnerving. seeing him through a screen? really fun! being around him? ...not so much.

^ sierra, through noahs Magical Advice Powers That He Has In This Pan-Out For Some Reason, does earn herself advice from him about her obsessiveness or whatever. havent thought about it too much and actually propped sierra up as me having way more to say about her than i actually do,, but they do bond. they get a little bonding.

also: plane explosion. theres a little scene here that lives in my head wherein heather, frazzled from the explosion and having voted against alejandro, kinda blows up at noah? lashing out at him etc etc,, noah, par for the course, doesnt react -- mostly. he does just get up and leave, and both heather and alejandro get to hear one tiny little intake of breath that sounds vaguely like he might be crying. but he is Gone. (he breaks down around the interns instead, and fully resolves to himself that this is the final three and he was definitely making third place)

anyway beyond that i think it would be funny if the tiebreaker was actually heather and alejandro and noah some how finagles his way out of being tied up to be the first person to hit the water. thus taking himself out of the game and promising a 'dramatic finale between rivals' like hes very aware chris was gunning for.

^ this is,, tbh idk how 'canon' any of this will be?? if ill keep this as a loose outline and just change noahs character and dynamics,, idk idk. its getting late i cant really think and my god this is so so so much longer than i intended.

[quetzalpapalotl]

Kinda a hot take but I feel like mtmte megatrons arc would have been so much better if he had stayed on cybertron, like if he had to stay and was around Optimus and starscream, people who arguably know him best, so he is always staring who he hurt directly in the face, bc to me while Rodimus is great for giving megatron a mostly impartial view, I think megatron redemption works best when he has to constantly confront his sins and magnus and rodimus feel to distant as characters to really be brutal with how much megatron has hurt people bc he doesn’t know them as well, tho megatrons arc in mtmte is really good I think this would have not made the rest of the story not so bogged down (sorry if this doesn’t make much sense)

You're making perfect sense to me, anon. And you're not the first person to tell me this. I do agree with you on some level, but the thing is that Mtmte Megatron's arc is Mtmte Megatron's arc. It cannot exist in any other story. I feel like this kind of what-if is runs into too much of an hypothetical for me to make any actual meaningful commentary. It's hard to explain but let me try.

I feel like saying what if Megtaron had stayed on Cybertron is not the same as saying something like "what if Drift had returned earlier" or "what if Pharma had stayed on the Lost Light" or even imagining ways in which his character could have been better integrated into Mtmte's narrative in that if Megatron had not gotten in the Lost Light, his character would effectively not exist.

I have told myself fanfiction where Megatron stays on Cybertron many times and there's lots of fun possibilities there., but there's a difference between a fannish idea and what it would have been in an official capacity. The key here is that the Megatron I'm incorporating into the exRID/OP narrative is still JRo's Megatron. He still has character traits and a backstory defined by that comic, even if I try to take as much of all IDW1 as I can in my interpretation of him.

Mtmte/LL, exRID/OP and Windblade/TAAO are all part of the same universe, yes, but they're all different stories, with different genres, tones, ideas and most importantly, different writers. I mean just look at what a different character Starscream is when written by Barber vs Scott. If Megatron stays on Cybertron then either Scott or Barber would have been his main writer and we just don't know what kind of character he would have been then.

Would they have tried to do a "good" Megatron? Well, the idea of Autobot Megatron was thrown at the brainstorming table for Dark Cybertron as a possibility and the JRo said that he wanted to do that. But the idea was there, maybe they would have picked it, maybe not.

I feel like, much like with Mtmte, Megatron just has too much gravity for Windblade/TAOO and the best way for him to be incorparated in it would have been sporadic appareances while he's in jail or something, probably to taunt Starscream, knowing Scott. This is double-edged for me, because I feel like the way the idea of Megatron was incorporated into Starscream's arc needed more buildup so this could have helped. At the same time I already feel like Starscream's character was too much reduced to being a reaction to Megatron's actions, which is no fun to me, and Megatron's inclusion in the narrative feels like it would highlight the aspects of Scott's writing I don't like as opposed to the ones I do. But again, I can't now. Maybe she would have tried to reform him as well, I have no idea how that would have looked like.

As for Barber, well, everything post DC was based around the fact that Optimus is just too big to not change the game completely, so the entire story became about that theme. It doesn't sound like including Megatron in that would be that. In fact, it's kind of a no-brainer, this is a story about the weight of Cybertronian history with is stuck in a cycle of violence riddle with war and colonization. The guy who did war an colonization better than everyone else should be there. It would be very satisfying to see Megatron, who rose up against the legacy of the Primes, be confronted with the fact that all he did was uphold their ideas of Cybertronian superiority. How does he handle the Decepticons? And then there's the mirroring where Megatron is trying to do better while Optimus is on the verge of losing it and everyone is worried he's gonna pull a Megatron. But again, who knows what kind of character Megatron would have been under Barber, maybe he would have played him as a villian until the end like he did before Dark Cybertron. He would have still been a thematic fit.

You know, I like exRID/OP a lot and I feel like Barber is more willing to take certain risks than JRo, so I think I would have liked the hypothetical version of his story that would have included Megatron but really, maybe he would have fumbled the bag, who knows how much the plot would have changed if it had included Megs, maybe he would have gotten a different idea, maybe it would have costed the Optimus and the Arcee I so adore. Also, a lot of people aren't that fond of Barber's writing so the general response to this non-existent story is another matter altogether.

Despite everything, I don't really begrudge Megatron leaving with the Lost Light in itself. Like yes, it removes him from the more direct consequences of his actions and is not fair that he gets to drop the Cons and go on a roadtrip of self-discovery. But Mtmte is a roadtrip story, there just isn't any way around this. Also, I don't care about what is fair because none of these stories are about fairness or people getting what they deserve. And finally, it makes sense in the way I read Megatron. One of his key traits for me is how his experiences led to him disregarding life and only finding worth in fighting, his arc is about peeling off layers of self delusion and it starts with giving him a place to chill so that he can see value in life again and be in a mental state to appreciate how badly he fucked up.

Problem is how much he bogs down the rest of the story as you said, and other minor things I can more easily ignore.

Side note, but you know that part in Combiner Wars where Windblade and Optimus are like "We cannot allow Starscream to have his way, but we can't just pull a coup?" I think it would have been really fun to have Megatron for that. No, Megatron you cannot beat the shit out of Starscream to solve the issue, you have to respect him as the president. Hilarous. I need to pay someone to do a short fic of this.

[wolfstar-in-color]

July Colorful Column: Remus is a Crip, and We Can Write Him Better.

There is one thing that can get me to close a fic so voraciously I don’t even make sure I’m not closing other essential tabs in the process. It doesn’t matter how much I’m loving the fic, how well written I think it is, or how desperately I want to know how it ends. Once I read this sentence, I am done.

It’s written in a variety of different ways, but it always goes something like this: “You don’t want me,” Remus said, “I am too sick/broken/poor/old/[insert chosen self-demeaning adjective here].”

You’re familiar with the trope. The trope is canonical. And if you’ve been around the wolfstar fandom for longer than a few minutes, you’ve read the trope. Maybe you love the trope! Maybe you’ve written the trope! Maybe you’re about to stop reading this column, because the trope rings true to you and you feel a little attacked!

Now, let’s get one thing out of the way right now: I am not saying the trope is wrong. I am not saying it’s bad. I am not saying we should stop writing it. We all have things we don’t like to see in our chosen fics. Maybe you can’t stand Leather Jacket Motorbike Sirius? Maybe you think Elbow Patch Remus is overdone? Or maybe your pet peeves are based in something a little deeper - maybe you think Poor Latino Remus is an irresponsible depiction, or that PWPs are too reductive? Whatever it is, we all have our things.

Let me tell you about my thing. When I first became very ill several years ago, there were various low points in which I felt I had become inherently unlovable. This is, more or less, a normal reaction. When your body stops doing things it used to be able to do - or starts doing things you were quite alright without, thank you very much - it changes the way you relate to your body. You don’t want to hear my whole disability history, so yada yada yada, most people eventually come to accept their limitations. It’s a very painful existence, one in which you constantly tell yourself your disability has transformed you into a burdensome, unworthy member of society, and if nothing else, it’s not terribly sustainable. Being disabled takes grit! It takes power! It takes a truly absurd amount of medical self-advocacy! Hating yourself? Thinking yourself unworthy of love? No one has time for that. 

Of course, I’m being hyperbolic. Plenty of disabled people struggle with these feelings many years into their disabilities, and never really get over them. But here’s the thing. We experience those stories ALL THE TIME. Remember Rain Man? Or Million Dollar Baby? Or that one with the actress from Game of Thrones and that British actor who seemed like he was going to have a promising career but then didn't? Those are all stories about sad, bitter disabled people and their sad, bitter lives, two out of three of which end in the character completing suicide because they simply couldn’t imagine having to live as a disabled person. (I mean, come on media, I get that we're less likely to enjoy a leisurely Saturday hike, but our parking is SUBLIME.) When was the last time you engaged with media that depicted a happy disabled person? A complex disabled person? A disabled person who has sex? No really, these aren’t hypothetical questions, can you please drop a rec in the notes?? Because I am desperate.

There are lots of problems with this trope, and they’ve been discussed ad nauseam by people with PhDs. I’m not actually interested in talking about how this trope leads to a more prevalent societal idea that disabled people are unworthy of love, or contributes to the kind of political thought processes that keep disabled people purposefully disenfranchised. I’m just a bitch on Tumblr, and I have a bone to pick: the thing I really hate about the trope? It’s boring. I’m bored. You know how, like, halfway through Grey’s Anatomy you realized they were just recycling the same plot points over and over again and there was just no WAY anyone working at a hospital prone to THAT MANY disasters would stay on staff? It's like that. I love a recycled trope as much as the next person (There Was Only One Bed, anyone?). But I need. Something. Else.

Remus is disabled. BOLD claim. WILD speculation. Except, not really. You simply - no matter how you flip it, slice it, puree it, or deconstruct it - cannot tell me Remus Lupin is not disabled. Most of us, by this point, are probably familiar with the way that One Canonical Author intended One Dashing Werewolf to be “a metaphor for those illnesses that carry stigma, like HIV and AIDS” [I’m sorry to link you to an outside source quoting She Who Must Not Be Named, but we’re professionals here]. Which is... a thing. It’s been discussed. And, listen, there’s no denying that this parallel is a problematic interpretation of people who have HIV/AIDS and all such similar “those illnesses” (though I’ll admit that I, too, am perennially apt to turn into a raging beast liable to harm anything that crosses my path, but that’s more linked to the at-least-once-monthly recollection that One Day At A Time got cancelled). Critiques aside, Remus Lupin is a character who - due to a condition that affects him physically, mentally, emotionally, and intellectually - is repeatedly marginalized, oppressed, denied political and social power, and ostracized due to unfounded fear that he is infectious to others. Does that sound familiar?

We’re not going to argue about whether or not “Remus is canonically disabled as fuck” is a fair reading. And the reason we’re not going to argue about whether or not it’s a fair reading is because I haven’t read canon in 10-plus years and you will win the argument. Canon is only marginally relevant here. The icon of this blog is brown, curly haired Remus Lupin kissing his trans boyfriend, Sirius Black. We are obviously not too terribly invested in canon. The wolfstar fandom is now a community with over 25,000 AO3 fics, entire careers launched from drawing or writing or cosplaying this non-canonical pairing. We love to play around here with storylines and universes and races and genders and sexualities and all kinds of things, but most of the time? Remus is still disabled. He’s disabled as a werewolf in canon-compliant works, he’s disabled in the AUs where he was injured or abused or kidnapped or harmed as a child, he’s disabled in the stories that read him as chronically ill or bipolar or traumatized or blind or Deaf. I’d go so far as to say that he is one of very few characters in the Wide Wonderful World of media who is, in as close to his essence as one can be, always disabled. And that means? Don’t shoot the messenger... but we could stand to be a tiny bit more responsible with how we portray him. 

Disabled people are complicated. As much as I’d like to pretend we are always level-headed, confident, and ready to assert our inherent worth, we are still just humans. We have bad days. We doubt our worth. We sometimes go out with guys who complain about our steroid-induced weight gain (it was a long time ago, Tumblr, okay??). But, we also have joy and fun and good days and sex and happiness and families and so many other things. 

Remus is a disabled character, and as such, it’s only fair that he’d have those unworthy moments. But - I propose - Remus is also a crip. What is a crip? A crip - like a queer - is someone who eschews the limited boundaries placed on their bodies, who rejects a hierarchy of oppression in favor of an intersectional analysis of lived experience, who isn’t interested in being the tragic figure responsible for helping people with dominant identities realize how good they have it. Crips interpret their disabilities however they want, rethinking bodies and medicine and pleasure and pain and even time itself. Crips are political, community-minded, and in search of liberation. 

Remus is a character who struggles with his disability, sure. But he’s also a character who leverages his physical condition to attempt to shift communities towards his political leanings, advocates for the rights of those who share his physical condition, and has super hot sex with his wrongfully convicted boyfriend ultimately goes on to build community and family. Having a condition that quite literally cripples you, over which you have no control, and through which you are often read as a social pariah? That’s disability. But using said condition as a means through which to build advocacy and community? Now that’s some crip shit. 

Personally, I love disabled!Remus Lupin. But I love crip!Remus Lupin even more. I’d love to see more of a Remus who owns his disability, who covets what makes him unique, and who never ever again tells a potential romantic partner they are too good for him because of his disability. This trope - unlike There Was Only One Bed! - sometimes actually hurts to read. Where’s Remus who thinks a potential romantic partner isn’t good enough for him? Where’s Remus who insists his partners learn more about his condition in order to treat him properly? Where’s sexy wheelchair user Remus? Where’s Remus who uses his werewolf transformations as an excuse to travel the world? Where’s crip Remus??

We don’t have to put “you don’t want me” Remus entirely to bed. It is but one of many repeated tropes that are - in the words of The Hot Priest from Fleabag - morally a bit dubious. And let’s face it - we don’t always come to fandom for its moral superiority (as much as we sometimes like to think we do). 

This is not a condemnation - it is an invitation. Able-bodied folks are all but an injury, illness, or couple decades away from being disabled. And when you get here, I sincerely hope you don’t waste your time on “you don’t want me”ing back and forth with the people you love. I’m inviting you to come to the crip side now. We have snacks, and without all the “you don’t want me” talk, we get to the juicy parts much faster. 

Colorfully,

Mod Theo

[dontcallmecarrie]

in the hypothetical case that thanos, and the snap, happens: would justin get dusted? how would his surviving loved ones/acquaintances react to him being gone?

Going right for the jugular, I see.

Okay then...ooh boy, that would be a mess.

First, let me preface this with the fact that this situation could only be hypothetical, because in NHDD the Avengers are going to actually be a team instead of a hot mess and even if we were to stick closer to what happened in the MCU, Cabal would step up and get shit done and save the world— which would be hilarious on a number of levels, since, again, League of Supposed-to-be-Evil-but-just-Mostly-Vibing, but not the point.

Also, for the purposes of this thought exercise, only one person's getting snapped, on the basis of "more drama that way". Warning for suicidal ideation and thoughts, and lots of survivor's guilt.

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So, okay. Um.

Remember how Justin Hammer and Tony Stark are foils? Since both are the only sons and heirs to their families, and end up being the CEOs of their respective corporations in the defense industry? [So's Ivan Vanko, for that matter, though for different reasons.]

If Thanos were to go "I'm going to cut everything in half", then...I think you see where I'm going with this, especially since Tony's life was part of the deal for the Time Stone.

...it would not be pretty.

Especially since this Justin's greatest strength is his charisma, he's unintentionally weaponized his status as the mom friend and has unironically spent practically his entire life supporting everyone around him, pushing them to be the best version of themselves they can be— he's very, very well-liked and respected, and would be sorely missed. To say the least.

...I don't think Spider-Man even needs to be dusted, for the Snap to nearly break Tony.

I mean, that's his rival, one of the only constants he had left in his life, has been there for almost as long as he could remember— and he was gone.

Just because Tony failed.

Just because Tony trusted the team to...

Justin was gone.

.

This Tony's more proactive than in canon, and when he gets pushed, his knee-jerk reaction is to push back.

So when this happens?

The minute the shock wears off and he remembers that time travel is a thing, you can bet he's going to find a way to fix it, or die trying.

No waiting for the team, no trying to move on— he'd made a mistake in trusting them, fine, he'd learn and move on and fix it. One way or another.

.

Victor von Doom survived.

Survived a bloody civil war, survived a decimation some were calling a Snap—

And then he found out who didn't, and almost wished he hadn't.

.

Ivan Vanko clung to his anger.

It was just about the only thing that kept him from going, kept him from falling into despair because the man who'd given him another reason for living was gone and he didn't know why he'd survived but so help him, he was going to make whatever entity was responsible pay.

...after he made sure Victor didn't kill himself, because dammit, if he was going to change the world and probably invent time travel, then he'd need all the help he could get.

.

It still didn't feel real.

Bucky had been in the middle of some of the worst of the fighting, had seen people crumpling into dust before his eyes, but... part of him still expected to wake up, for some reason.

To call him and get something other than his voicemail, to...

It didn't matter anymore.

He still had a granola bar stowed away in his pocket, of that brand Justin always kept on hand even though it was incredibly overpriced and it was probably nothing more than crumbs at this point�� but he couldn't find it in him to throw it away.

.

Loki is the one who sees it happen. Is the one who has to make the calls afterwards, to let the other survivors know what happened.

Is the one who has nightmares about it, every time he closes his eyes and there's something cruel about his last memory of Justin to be of his confusion and fear and horror— instead of who he had been.

Loki...

Knows there's another way.

He is now one of the last surviving experts in magic on Earth, and while temporal magic was a nightmare and a half to even think about, it cannot be worse than what he has to live with now.

So he rolls up his sleeves, grabs every single notebook he'd ever filled out about arrays and sigils and runes, and sets to work.

.

Ivan dragged Victor out of his stupid castle with absolutely no opposition from the guards, which was alarming on a number of levels.

Victor's scarily silent, listless, and doesn't resist him even as he shoved him into the car and drove off. He just... goes along with it, which is so far from the man Ivan knew it was a special sort of terrifying.

So he broke the silence, and didn't bother with his brain-to-mouth filter as he made his way to one of the safehouses Justin had spent way too much time gleefully picking out furniture for.

"Okay, so I'm going to need your help, you're the one who knows magic and Loki's never shut up about how you get ideas he'd never thought about and I have no idea how temporal bullshit would work if we mix technology with magic but—"

A glance tells him that it was working— Victor's gone rigid and there's a spark in his eyes that hadn't been there before.

It wasn't much, but...it was something.

.

Loki entered a house that was a storm of pens, paper, and ink. Journals were scattered across the floor in different languages, and there was an ungodly tangle of red string and thumbtacks along the walls.

"You're using the wrong rune if you want stabilize that array," he called, and both Ivan and Victor whipped around to face him.

"Trying to figure out how time travels works?" Ivan asked, looking more haggard than he'd ever seen him— not that he could say much, considering— and he nodded.

"Good, join the club. The ideas that went bust are in that corner, if it's our calculations or we didn't draw something right, let us know? Because I have no goddamn clue how we're doing this."

.

Bucky had stopped by just for a safe place to sleep.

He had not expected the place to look like a bomb had gone off at some point. Or for Justin's friends to all be crowded around the kitchen table, bleary-eyed and nursing something probably overly caffeinated as they talked about something that flew way over his head.

"What's going on?"

The answer gave him pause.

...and then he remembered another genius with that exact same goal, and had an idea.

.

Tony had not expected to be kidnapped from his lab, but if he had, he would have expected to have woken up in, say, a cave. Maybe an abandoned warehouse, or some house dozens of miles from civilization.

Not a house that was a mess of paper, sticky notes, and sharpie just about everywhere he looked. Actually...weren't some of those his notes?

And then someone— not someone, Justin's friend— noticed he was awake, and said, "So you're researching time travel? Join the club."

.

...aka Tony and the entirety of Cabal join forces to right a wrong.

Screw acceptance, these guys are stuck at the bargaining stage of grief and if there's no known way to go back and undo the Snap, then damn it all they'll invent one.

One way or another, they'll fix it.

[tothemeadow]

‘the doctor’ / Midoriya x Reader

Uwu, this is the first official post that hasn’t been imported from the other blog     ( ´ ω ` ) Also, this has been sitting around on my computer for the past two months, so enjoy these crumbs while I strive to finish up the semester!

warnings: NSFW, doctor/patient relationship, grinding, heavy petting, fascination for hybrids?, y’all fuck but I didn’t write the whole thing

words: 3,752

(a/n): hehehehehe add this to the list of taboo relationship works I’ve done

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“The doctor will see you now.”

The secretary sitting behind the desk flashes you a smile as you pass by her. The two of you are already on a first name basis, considering that you have biweekly checkups. With a quirk like yours, it can be detrimental to your health if it goes unchecked for too long. You have enough meds in your system to possibly knock out a small child, but you’ve long since grown used to it.

Still, as you pass from the waiting room and into the hall leading to numerous checkup rooms, your palms feel impossibly clammy. Your previous doctor recently retired after spending so many years in the field, and now you were supposed to meet your new doctor. Granted, your previous one told you many great things about this new kid, about how he’ll take great care of you. You’re not too confident in the sudden change, but it can’t be helped. Unless you wanted to suffer horribly, you had to seek some type of help.

Shuffling to room number six, you silently close the door behind you and take a deep breath. Your intestines feel unusually tight, ache with an indescribable force. Despite your quirk being a relatively simple one – doggification, which essentially means you have the characteristics and properties of a dog – your body could never get quite a grasp on it. Despite looking entirely like a human, your telltale features are the ears and tail protruding from your body. Even now, you can tell your ears are flat against your head and your tail is tucked between your legs.

Gently, you sit on the table, the parchment paper crinkling under your weight. Wringing your hands, you will your breathing to ease, your mind to relax. It’s only the doctor’s office, nothing more, nothing less. You’ve been here practically all your life, so what gives? Oh, that’s right – a new doctor who you’ve never met before.

A few minutes pass; nothing happens besides the tick tock tick tock of the lone clock hanging from the wall, the slight hum from the lightbulbs. Your nerves feel raw, your heart frantic, your breathing irregular. You constantly remind yourself that you’re fine, you’re just nervous. You’re here for a reason, after all. If you want to continue living healthily, you need this treatment. There’s no point in chickening out now.

Just then, the door swings open; you jump in your place as you snap back to reality. Pulse quickening, you’re left wide-eyed as the doctor comes in. He’s nothing like you were expecting – instead of some elderly gentleman like your previous doctor, this new guy is young. He’s ridiculously cute, a mess of green curls piled on his head and a burst of freckles adorning his skin. For a doctor, he surprisingly has an athletic build, so you’re left wondering if he exercises regularly or played a sport in school. But oh, the way his scrubs cling to his meaty arms, stretch over his thick thighs. It’s almost ridiculous how baby-faced he is, especially compared to his Adonis-like body.

Without you knowing, your ears and tail stand to attention, curious about this newcomer.

The doctor flashes you a pearly smile as he reaches a hand towards you. “(y/n)? I’m Doctor Midoriya. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Doctor Midoriya.

Yeah, you like the sound of that. And the way your name rolls off your tongue? Perfection.

Hesitantly, you reach out a hand and grasp onto his for a handshake. His hand is large, fingers long and spindly, and his grip is strong. They’re actually pretty, dotted with freckles and striped with scars. Interesting, you muse, wondering just exactly what he did to get scars like that.

“So,” Doctor Midoriya starts, pulling away and planting himself on the stool stationed by the counter, “doggification, huh? You have a typical hybrid quirk, so it seems.” Pausing for a moment, he glances at his notes attached to his clipboard. “But, since you’re part Doberman pinscher, you suffer from dilated cardiomyopathy. The breed usually has problems regarding that, right?”

You nod in confirmation. “Yeah. Apparently, many owners don’t know their dogs have it until they collapse on the ground. I uh, I’ve been dealing with this my whole life, so….”

You really, really like the gentle expression Doctor Midoriya gives you. His cheeks look squishy despite his sharp jawline, lips a delicate shade of dusty rose… Shit, he’s beautiful yet he chose to become a doctor.

“Doctor Torino left his previous files, and I’ve been studying them before he retired,” he explains, drawing himself to a stand. “He was great, wasn’t he? I’m sorry if I don’t own up to your expectations.” Crossing over to the table, he unloops the stethoscope from around his neck and sticks the buds in his ears. “I need you to breathe in and out for me, nice and slow,” he tells you, pressing the cool metal to your chest.

You go through the usual routines, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Doctor Midoriya hums in which you assume is a good way; you can feel your skin heating up whenever large green eyes flick to your face, digging in right to your soul.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” he says, voice low. The deep rumble sets your nerves alight, your insides pulsing. Dare you say it, but you’re disappointed when he pulls away, looping the stethoscope back around his neck. He scribbles something onto his clipboard, his lips pursed in thought. You take the opportunity to study his side profile, the dainty curve of his nose, the angle of his jaw. How big is this guy, anyway? He’s huge for a doctor.

“I’m six-three, if that’s what you’re wondering,” he chirps, tossing down his pencil. He laughs at the startled expression playing on your face. “Sorry, sorry… A uh, a lot of people ask me that, you know? And I typically get a good read on what people are thinking, so… Yeah! Some people used to call me tree in med school! You know, because of the green hair and all…” Clearing his throat awkwardly, he walks back over to where you sit. “How have you been feeling since your last visit?”

Subconsciously rubbing at your chest, you send him a mere shrug. “I’ve been better, I’ve been worse. I’m just bummed Doctor Torino left on such short notice.”

“That makes two of us,” Doctor Midoriya admits, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand. “He’s such a great mentor and all, don’t get me wrong, but it sucks that his time is up.”

Cocking your head, your ears twitch with interest. “Mentor?”

At that, Doctor Midoriya’s face lights up. “Oh! Yeah! I had my internship with Doctor Torino, and he taught me so much!”

“Internship…? Really? I don’t remember seeing you around whenever I had appointments with him.”

“Nah, I don’t think so. I would’ve remembered seeing someone like you!” He giggles – giggles – at his own words, but then it quickly dies down as realization crosses his features. “Wait, wait!” he says frantically, waving his hands before him. “I didn’t mean to sound creepy or anything like that! It’s just that you don’t see hybrids very often, and you’re a dog, and I happen to really like dogs, and I-“ His yammering turns into an incoherent mumble, then, as he awkwardly wrings his hands together.

Heh. He’s pretty cute.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” you say, shooting his own words back at him. “You’re a newbie, right? You’re awfully young for a doctor.”

To your pleasant surprise, Doctor Midoriya blushes. Instinctively, he claps a hand over his mouth and looks away. Again, he clears his throat. “I graduated last year, actually. So yeah, I’m still new to this whole thing, but I want to help as much as I can!” Turning back to you, his flustered expression melts into a determined one. “And since you’re my first serious patient, you can rely on me. I promise to take real good care of you, mark my words.”

You smile. “I look forward to it, Doctor. I expect you to keep that promise.”

-

Three months. Three solid months.

Hypothetically, you should be thrilled being in Doctor Midoriya’s presence so often. Realistically, it’s pure torture.

How this guy doesn’t realize he’s easily the hottest person in the room is beyond you, plus his personality is downright adorable. It’s funny, really, how you’re the one with the dog quirk yet he’s the one who acts more like one. He gets excited over the simplest of things, and you were quick to realize that he’s a giant nerd. It’s clear that he’s got a brain in that skull of his – and, if you’re being entirely honest, it makes Doctor Midoriya that much more attractive.

His constant murmuring and chippering never fail to put a smile on your face. With every appointment you have with him, you purposefully bring up a topic he’s bound to show some interest in just to hear him talk. So yeah, you might be infatuated with your insanely hot doctor, but who can blame you? He’s kindhearted, smart, good-looking, has a good job…. Okay, and maybe he’s packing down south. It’s not your fault that his scrubs clung to his body that one time. You just happened to notice it.

You doubt he’s doing these kind of things on accident. Hell, Doctor Midoriya blatantly flirts with you, for crying out loud. Well, it’s actually more subtle than that, but the point still stands.

“(y/n)?” Doctor Midoriya calls out as he enters the room, the door sliding shut behind him. Warmth floods your chest as your tail sets off in a slow wag. He laughs at your reaction, that toothy smile of his forming on his face. Just like every other time he shows it, you fall a little bit deeper for him.

“Doctor Midoriya,” you greet. Your fingers dig into the table as you bite down on your bottom lip. He looks good, dark blue scrubs shaping his figure nicely. You, on the other hand, stick to a simple pair of gym shorts and t-shirt. It’s a hot day outside, after all.

As Doctor Midoriya scribbles something down on his handy clipboard, you slowly spread your legs further apart. It’s a slight bit, nothing more, but the movement seems to catch his attention. Setting down his pencil, you notice how his eyes linger on your bared thighs for a moment longer than what’s considered appropriate. Slipping the stethoscope from around his neck, he gets up from his stool and crosses to wear you sit.

“Any problems lately?” he asks, voice as professional as always. Sneaky bastard, trying to pretend like he wasn’t just staring at your thighs.

“Besides the weather, not really. The heat makes things a bit easier, though,” you tell him.

Doctor Midoriya hums. Pressing the end of the stethoscope to your chest, he tells you to breathe in and out, nice and deep. “I’m not hearing any abnormalities in your breathing,” he says simply, switching to your back instead. “Besides the DCM, you’re in wonderful health.”

“That’s a relief,” you mutter.

He continues to go through the regular routine of your biweekly checkup. Soon enough, he’s looking through a scope at your dog ears, checking for any signs of an incoming infection. Try as you might, but you enjoy the way he caresses your ear, leaning into his touch as your tail takes off wagging. Doctor Midoriya chuckles, indulging in your wants and giving your ears a proper scratch.

“You really are like a dog,” he points out, his tone lighthearted. “A cute little puppy.” And there he goes, blessing your ears with his giggle. As you glance at him, you see the pretty blush adorning his cheeks, the gleam of mirth in his large eyes.

Puppy.

For some ungodly reason, you really like the way it sounds coming from his mouth.

“You shouldn’t be referring to your patients with a pet name, Doctor,” you drawl.

The blush on his face darkens. In true fashion, he hastily looks away and awkwardly coughs into his fist. “My apologies,” he murmurs. “If… If it’s any consolation, your ears are really soft…”

A small smile pulls at the corners of your lips. “I’m only teasing,” you reassure.

He flinches.

Teasing.

“Besides, you said you really like dogs, right? I think puppy is cute.”

Doctor Midoriya looks back to you. “…Really?”

You nod. “I do.”

For a moment, neither one of you say anything. The look in Doctor Midoriya’s eyes is unreadable; whether that’s a good thing or not, you’re not entirely too sure. He’s usually easy to get a read on, but like this… It’s nearly impossible.

“Do you mind if we check your flexibility? It’s just touching your toes, nothing more. If your back is out, I’ll recommend some chiropractors.”

Okay, strange. You figure he wants to change the subject – you know, and do his job – so you do as he says, hopping down from the table and stepping away. As you bend over, your fingertips skimming the toes of your sneakers, large hands splay out on your back. You jolt from the contact, your breath catching in your throat. Their movements are calculated, feeling along your spine for any sort of abnormality. You can practically feel Doctor Midoriya’s eyes boring into you; the hairs on your arms and the back of your neck come a stand as you wait for him to do something, anything.

“Your spine feels fine,” he tells you. “You feel a bit tense, though. Do you bend over a lot?”

Excuse me?

You scoff. “I’m bending over right now, aren’t I?”

Doctor Midoriya makes some weird choking sound. “No, no, that’s not what I meant! I meant when you sit or something like that…!”

“I’m teasing, Doctor. Relax.” You wiggle underneath his touch. “Am I allowed to stand straight now?”

You can practically feel the tension radiating off him. “I… Not yet. I need to check one last thing, okay?” Again, he uses that low, husky pitch, the one that reverberates deep in his chest. This is only the second time you’re hearing it, but fuck does it make your insides squeeze and your breath hitch.

Before your mind can completely register it, Doctor Midoriya’s large hands are on your ass, kneading the ample flesh through your shorts. A slight groan slips from your mouth at the unexpected contact. Shit, his hands are even larger than you originally thought, his grip rough and demanding.

“Does it hurt?” he continues, his voice staying as it is, making your brain turn delirious.

“N-no,” you stutter. You immediately cuss yourself out internally. A sharp gasp breaks from your throat as one of his hands grips the base of your tail and gives it a slight tug.

“How about now?”

You wince as he does it again. “Yes, okay?” you seethe through clenched teeth. “Just don’t… Don’t tug on my tail like that.”

“So, your ears and tail are sensitive,” Doctor Midoriya mumbles to himself. “Interesting.”

“Doctor, what are you even going on about-“

At that very moment, those strong hands of his yank you backwards, your ass colliding with his pelvis. Heart leaping to your throat, you’re left scrambling for a shred of reality. Doctor Midoriya leans over you, his muscular chest pressing into your back. He’s so warm, and he oddly smells like mint, but it’s not like you’re going to complain anytime soon.

“This is such a bad idea,” he confesses into your ear, “but you’re just so cute, puppy. You like it when I call you that, right?”

“Doctor-“

“Tell me to stop,” he continues, a frantic edge to his voice now, “tell me I’m a disgusting pervert. I shouldn’t be doing this, but shit… I’ve been fantasizing about holding you this close.” Subconsciously, he rocks his hips into you, his engorged cock grinding into your ass.

Shit, shit, is this really happening? Your doctor has just fessed up to fantasizing about you, and, to be quite frank, you’re a bit too happy to hear that. It’s not like he’s the only one feeling this way; you’ve had your fair share of dreams over the months, most of them with him in between your legs in some fashion.

Straightening up, you reach back and grab him by the back of the neck, balancing yourself in his grip. A breathless noise fills your ear as you grind back against him, your nails scratching into his nape.

“O-oh,” he says, the sound delightfully raspy as it fills your ear.

“You aren’t the only one who’s been thinking of things,” you confess, your voice sounding equally as strained. Again, some unholy noise slips from his dusty lips, the grip on your hips tightening ever so slightly.

“Puppy… Don’t say things like that.”

You bark out a laugh. “Don’t tell me you’re going soft, Doctor. Acting like you’re in charge one moment and then like a scared little bunny the next. A big boy like you should choose one and stick with it.”

Now you’ve done it. Like merely flicking a switch, Doctor Midoriya moans into your ear as he spins you around and stumbles backwards, ass landing on the examination table with you in tow. You squeak in surprise as he easily drags you into his lap, lifting you up as though you weighed next to nothing. The lustful haze in his eyes is evident, the blush adorning his face making his freckles pop.

“Shit,” you curse, eyelids fluttering as his cock rubs frantically against your ass. Again, another surprised noise escapes your mouth as he bounces you in his lap, his clothed erection grinding against your ass and sex. A sliver of tongue peeks from between his teeth, the gleam in his eyes nothing short of determination.

“This is so wrong,” Doctor Midoriya murmurs, his fingertips digging harshly into your ass. “But you like it, right? Right, puppy? You want me to fuck you, right? Right?”

Goddammit-

“Yes,” you grit, fingers clutching at his broad shoulders while your tail impatiently smacks against his thighs. “Come on, Doc, treat me like the good little puppy I am.”

You should’ve expected this, really. An almost animalistic whimper bursts from the back of his throat as he surges forward, shoving his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like cherry lip balm and the lingering sweetness of a cough drop – it’s an odd mixture, but not one that you dislike. Months of built-up tension are finally breaking free from the dam, desperate movements and slurred words quickly taking over your mind. Doctor Midoriya is somewhat sloppy with his kisses, but the way he sucks on your tongue and grinds his cock into you is heavenly.

Fingers skimming over the swell of his pecs and the rigid lines of his abs, Doctor Midoriya shudders at your fluttering touch. You swallow his moan as your hands drift under the shirt of his scrubs, heated skin and a fine trail of hair greeting your fingertips.

Pulling away, Doctor Midoriya pants heavily as you continue to pet his lower abdomen, his cock twitching beneath you. “Wait, wait,” he breathes, hands inching around towards your front, “can we – Can we touch each other?”

“As long as you keep quiet,” you murmur, tongue flicking across your lower lip. “Don’t want the others to know that Doctor Midoriya is a bad boy, hmm?” At that, a high-pitched groan emits from his chest as you shove your hand under the band of his underwear, hand circling around the base of his cock.

“Fuck, puppy, that feels good…”

Quickly following your lead, he slips a hand into your undies; his strong fingers immediately seek out the sensitive spot of your sex, causing your back to arch into his touch. A low, drawn out curse seeps from your mouth as you feel your arousal starting to coat his fingers.

“I guess being a doctor has its benefits, huh?” Doctor Midoriya mutters, tone dropping into that husky pitch once more. Even more of your arousal practically gushes over his fingers, your insides tightening around nothing. Two can play at this game, dammit.

Soon, the two of you are heavily petting each other, wrists flicking and fingers digging into sensitive flesh perfectly. Both your ears and tail lay flat as you pant into his neck, your thighs beginning to quiver with want. Doctor Midoriya isn’t fairing any better, his cock weeping precum as he mumbles incoherently. Maybe it’s the enticing little pants breaking through his puffy lips, or maybe it’s the sinful schlick schlick of your hand around his fat cock, but fuck do you want him inside of you, fucking you stupid.

“Doctor,” you purr, pushing yourself up onto your knees. “Have I been a good puppy? Will you fuck me with your cock and make me yours?” You nearly smile as he twitches in your hand at your filthy words.

Feebly nodding, Doctor Midoriya reluctantly pulls his hands away from you, opting to yank down his bottoms and underwear so they’re stretched around his meaty thighs instead. Your mouth practically waters at the sight of his cock – darker than the rest of his skin and veiny like his hands, he’s just as big as you expected, maybe even bigger. Still, you hastily yank down your own offensive clothing and slip back onto his lap, hovering over his twitching cock.

Doctor Midoriya thickly swallows. “I’m… I’m clean. You don’t have to worry- Fuck, oh my god!” Slapping a hand over his mouth, he groans deeply as you sheathe yourself on him, eyes nearly rolling towards the back of your head at the stretch. Yeah, he’s definitely huge.

For a moment, you allow yourself to grow used to the feeling of him inside. This is really happening; all caution is being thrown to the wind, repercussions be damned. He’s finally in your grasp, and you don’t plan on letting him go any time soon. “You said you wanted to fuck me, Doctor,” you mutter into his ear, your hips beginning to swivel. “Do it like you mean it.”

Again, that determined expression crosses his features. “With a challenge like that, who I am to decline?” Adjusting his grip on your ass, he easily lifts you up and drops you back on his cock, eliciting a breathy moan to fall from your swollen lips. “Don’t worry, puppy – as your doctor, I’m going to take real good care of you…"

[smutandfluffohmy]

His Sweater #4

From: Smutandfluffohmy Pairings: George Weasley X Slytherin!Reader A/N:  How would y’all feel about George and the reader having a child?? (Not now, homeboy can’t even look at you much less take your pants off) Wait! Read it from the start (Part 1) Part 2? look no further (Part 2) The trilogy, but not really (Part 3)

Hanging on to George I tried to look anywhere but down or up. Where was there left to look? at the speeding trees passing us or perhaps Fred doing tricks on his broom? “Where are we going now?” I said clinging on the his shirt that I was sure going to be a wrinkly mess once we land.

“How about a drink and some food?” George yelled giving me a quick smile before looking back. Brooms the awful things, hypothetical I should learn how to ride one but the bloody things have no security.

“I’d l-” I smiled looking at him, Fred flew next to us interrupting me not even halfway.

“Merlin yes Hermione told me of this muggle place that’s in Diagon Alley.” Fred said flying under us, brilliant exotic muggle foods in Diagon Alley.

“Actually Y/n and I were thinking w-” George started saying and I frankly did not know what we were thinking as I for one was in fact I was wondering what food muggles ate.

Fred came back on the other side “Thinking about getting breakfast? Brilliant let’s go.” He said and I wondered what mental hoops he has his brain jump through to get to the conclusion of us wanting to eat breakfast at noon.

They landed the brooms in Diagon Alley that had a drastically different feel to it when it was not crowded by Hogwarts students. It all felt more grown up and I was starting to worry wee would get ratted out for being out of school. However we walked through the streets and sat down to eat without being thrown into Diagon Alley jail, I suspect that it had something to do with out frizzy hair and the twins towering over everyone.

Humming I looked over the menu, trying to figure out the odd names and what on earth was written down.‘hot dog’ blimey the muggles truly are ruthless if they serve up dog on a bun. Fred got up to go to the restroom and I for one was glad I could have some quiet without his excessive finger drumming which the worse part was that he didn't;t even play the drums.

George watched till Fred had disappeared behind the door before he even looked back at me. “You know I really meant what I said.” He said leaning in towards me, his forearms resting on the table top.

Leaning in I did the same “About marriage?” I questioned, while indeed a flattering offer I wouldn’t be too thrilled on getting marriage out of a business contract.

“No?” He mused, squinting at me as if it would further help him read my mind and with the look he was giving me I wondered for a second if he did in fact have that ability.

“Fred being a git?” I asked filling my head with bizarre thoughts to throw him off if he truly indeed was able to look into my mind.

“Yes but I mean about going out sometime.” He said, softer as if he were testing the waters to see my reaction. Perhaps I was wrong. He couldn’t read my thoughts.

I couldn’t help my face grow red at his suggestion. I guess this was what we were thinking on the ride over “Oh.” Was all I could say. After all how can you clearly answer when the guy you’ve been smitten with was a few inches away from you.

His eyes got big and frighten and his face drained of all color “If you don’t want to we don't have to I can go obliviate myself right now I-” He started going on, it’s something I learned about him. Whenever he gets particularly thrown off his mouth starts going speeds his brain can’t keep up with.

I reached over to gently pat his hand but by the way he reacted you would thought I reached over to strike him “George I ne-” I started to say, apparently interrupting people mid thought was a skill both twins were versed in. George started looking through his pockets and patting himself down.

“Merlin I can’t find my wand. Do you have your wand on you?” He said turning to me before rapidly looking away. I’ve seen him stunned but never to the point of obliviating himself, it was weird seeing the usually collected Weasley be so skittish.

“George calm d-”

He shook his head at me as if that were to make me disappear from were I sat. “I could always throw myself off my broom done it countless times what’s one more really.” He reasoned with himself, a skill I now knew he lacked greatly in.

Reaching over the table I clasped his hands down on the table “Merlin Weasley calm down I never said no.” I said looking at him wondering if perhaps I knocked my head a bit too hard and was now dreaming this all up. A peculiar dream but a dream none the less.

“Are you saying no now?” He looked at me trying to size me up, see if my eyes could give away the answer but I think if eyes held that much power I would’ve passed my O.W.L.S with much better marks.

“What? No! I’d love to go out sometime.”

“Alright that’s good. Swell indeed.” George gave me a tight smile but the color never returned to his face “I need to lie down I feel my heart about to explode.” He said and for a minute I wondered if I need to check his temperature and if I was even equipped to know the difference in a persons body temperature.

“I think it’s all the hash-browns you ate.” I said getting up from my seat to look at the state of him, I’d be real awful if I had accidentally killed him. He gave out a small laugh, not one that was earned but one that let me know that, at least for now, he was fine.

“George get off my seat.” Fred said swatting at his head and with that George sat up, noticeably more red but at least some of the color had returned to his face. “So what did I miss?”

George looked at the rather dull wall, in what I suspect that he suspect if he were to look at his brother he would know everything that happened in the time it took him to pee. “Nothing that concerns you Fredrick.” I said looking over the muggle menu for the tenth time waiting for the words to shift into something more comprehensible than ‘Coca-cola’.

Fred didn't believe us for a second and it was probably written all over our faces but how would I know. “Fine keep your secrets.” He said squinting his eyes at us before picking up and putting down the menu in front of him. “So how are we going to tell mum we dropped out?”

My blood ran cold at the thought that they had left out a vital plan out. Surving their mum, who I've heard various Weasley children say was rather scary, long enough to even set up shop.“You didn’t tell her?!”

George snapped out of his viewing of the rather bland wall “No figured we’d figure it out once we got to that part but” He said scratching below his eyebrow faking a deep thought that I knew he wasn’t capable of having.

“You complete our plans so well that we’re leaving it up to you.” Fred said airing fake responsibilities my way which I fake aired back to him rather aggressively.

“How generous.” I said with a tight lipped smile “I’m not doing it.” I shrugged leaning back on my chair and playing with a relatively loose button on my sweater.

Fred got quiet looking from George to me as if the answer to them living yet another day was encrypted there, somewhere. “You can snog George if you do it.” He said that made both George and I turn to look at each other with beat red faces, my hand tended making the button come off in my hand.

“Fred!” George said looking at his brother in utter disbelief and truly utter betrayal, I kicked Fred under the table wanting more than anything to melt into my seat.

He looked stunned as if he didn’t ruin out totally meticulous pinning we had come to perfect and that was all part of a bigger scheme and not at all because either of us were too scared to say anything.  “What! You’re both always drooling over each other anyways.”

I was at complete loss for words “I’m not going to do it even less.” I said trying to figure out what muggle song was playing if one at all.

“Ouch Georgie that hurt me a bit.” Fred laughed shoving George who I suspect also wished to kick Fred in the shins. Rubbing my temple I wondered if they left all working brain cells at Hogwarts or if they had fallen out on the broom ride over here.

“Hypothetically if I agreed to help you. I would say to have a clear thought out plan of how the shop is going to run, a layout, business transaction you’ve already done, some product-” I started speaking feeling myself get lost in the meticulously planning they had obviously neglected or perhaps just conveniently forgotten about.

Fred rapped his knuckles against the table giving me a smile. A smile George often has and despite having similar faces this smile fit differently on Fred. “I hear what you’re saying and I can’t wait for you to think that all over to show our mum. You’ll love her come on.” Fred smiled pushing out of his chair and making his way to the door, thrilled I didn’t have to eat any weird foods but disappointed at trying to figure out what exactly they were getting at.

Getting up I walked quickly to catch up with Fred “No you’re going to have to tell her yourself.” I said pulling Fred by the arm, knowing full well hell stroll out of here and force me to tell their mum as to why exactly they had already probably received a letter from Hogwarts.

“She is our mum.” George said shrugging behind me.

Fred looked over my head, a habit I wished they would both kick, to look at his brother in utter disbelief “Oi what’s this? Two against one isn’t fair.” Fred said pointing between the two of us giving me a look that if it were for not them doing the exact same thing to me I would feel utterly horrid.

“If we do it now we can catch her with Remus and Tonks, she won't come down at us that bad is she’s there.” George reasoned with him, an awful reasoning but a reasoning none the less. I don’t suspect our ex DADA Professor would back them up on their plan and although I did not know who Tonks was nor her character she must be really cool to back up their poorly thought out plan.

Fred huffed walking to get his broom“Fine whatever. Bloke is already whipped, what hope is there left.” he whispered, badly and rather loudly, I threw the button I had in my hand at his head “Ouch! I didn’t say anything.”

“I told him he’s shit at whispering.” I said rolling my eyes at the back at Fred’s head that he was rubbing. I know for a fact it didn’t hurt him, if he can tells bludgers to the head he’ll live with a brown button being thrown at it.

George bumped my shoulder “I think I owe you a snog.” he said laughing.

“Shut up.”

He walked in front of me stopping me in my tracks, he really was tall and for a second I wondered just how tall “How about that date?” he asked

“Let’s see if you’ll live long enough for that.” I laughed walking around him, I wonder if I could slip it into conversation or if that was just an incredibly rude thing to ask.

“You’re not coming with us?” He asked

“God no I don’t want your first impression your mum has of me is that I’m irresponsible.”

“But you are irresponsible!” Fred called out to me as he mounted on his broom, next time I see him I should give him a good wack with it.

I turned my attention away from George to throw a finger to Fred who promptly did the same “Shove off.” I called out to him, which earned me the disapproving glares from some elderly couple. Who I think would do the same if they were in my more fashionable and probably more gun powder smothered shoes.

“See you later?” George asked as he got on his own broom. Next time I’ll make sure to bring a portkey, at least you can’t swallow a whole colony of bugs in a portkey.

“Not if I see you first.” I said smiling walking the opposite direction of the seemingly dreadful scene that awaits them. They took on Umbridge and I’m more than sure that their mum is loads better than that woman. But I guess in all fairness he-who-shall-not-be-named is probably more agreeable than she is.

A couple days passed and George wrote to me saying that their mum was crossed they dropped out without them telling her. A sentiment that I think if they would’ve told her she’d probably nail their robes to the school. He also said Tonks was rather excited for them and that I simply must meet her. He also wrote that we should have our date at the end of the week at 10pm.

Knocking on the door I began to wonder if my outfit was even appropriate to were he was taking me. The door swung open before I could give more thought into my choice of clothes.

“Oh hello dear you must be the girl George has been telling us so much about!” Mrs. Weasley said taking me into a hug, she had the same vibrant red hair as all of her children and the same kind eyes George had. Fred however I reckoned stole his eyes from the bloody devil himself.

“I swear he talks about you whenever you’re not around.” Fred said making talking motions with his hands and fake gagging at the thought of it. As if he himself didn’t also spend most of his time talking to me.

“What? No I don't!” George said between varying shades of red, an accomplishment I would've found rather amusing if not for my own face heating up.

Thumbing could be heard of someone coming down the stairs “Fred hav- oh this must be the girl George talks about all the time.” Who I assumed to be Mr.Weasley said and further solidifying my theory on Freds eyes.

I smiled at both of them “Hi it’s very nice to meet you.”  I said sticking my hand out for a proper greeting before it got yanked by George.

“We should get going.” he said waving his family off, for a second I forgot that we were not sticking around. I had so many things I wanted to talk about like Mr.Weasleys muggle studies and if he knows how those miniature jukeboxes work and how Mrs.Weasley make the warmest sweaters.

“Bu-” Was all I could say, not only because I was cut off but because I did not know were or if I even had a formed thought to continue that sentence.

George said over me dragging me away “Bye don’t wait up!”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Fred called out to him before earning a smack on the arm from Mrs.Weasley.

“What wouldn’t you do?” George shouted at him and I wondered what in fact wouldn't he do besides actually come up with a reasonable non-lethal plan.

“George Weasley remember what we talked about!” Mrs.Weasley called out to George was tugging at my arm to drag me to his broom faster.

“I remember!” he called out dismissing them with a wave. I do not know what they had talked about and wondered if this was a werewolf situation and if it was I don’t think I’m prepared to be turned or mauled into one. Although I don’t thing anyone is ever ready for that.

“It was nice meeting you Mrs. and Mr. Weasley!” I called out waving goodbye to them the best I could and I could only guess they were waving at me too.

“It was nice meeting you too dear!” Mrs. Weasley called to me, I hope I could get the chance to talk to her again. George hurried me on towards the broom without another looks back at his family.

“What was that about?” I questioned that I both did and did not want the answers to. If I was being turned into a werewolf I rather it being kept a fun surprise.

“Nothing. Close your eyes.”He said standing in front of me motioning me to sit on the broom which I in fact did not do. “You don’t trust me?”

In all reality I trusted him with my life, however I did not entirely trust him with my life on a broom “I trust that you won’t let me die but I reckon if I fall off the broom you won’t notice.” 

He smiled down at me placing his hands on my arms “I’ll notice before you hit the ground.”

“Charming.”

Crossing his heart he beckoned me to sit down “I swear I’ll take care of you.” He said and I swore I would melt as pathetic as that did sound.

Nodding I sat down and closed my eyes “Okay fine I’m trusting you on this.” I murmured. Time passed just like how kilometers passed but I could not entirely say just how many as I did promise to keep my eyes closed. George landed the broom with I took as cue that I could both open my eyes and I was in fact not dead. “Where are we?” I asked, the field around us was empty but filled with flowers and the spots that weren't were layered with grass. 

George tugged me towards an already set up spot with a blanket laid out and various other things set on top of it that I couldn’t exactly make out “If I tell you it won’t be as impressive.” He sat down on the blanket “Come sit.” He beckoned me over patting the spot next to him. We both laid down looking up at the stars, I’ve never seen them this bright and it made me a bit cross that if I knew they looked like this I would've payed more attention in class. 

George pointed up at the sky  “That star looks like you.” I moved closer to see which one he was pointing at. He got a jelly bean out of the box and ate one “Yack lawn clippings.” he said through some disgusted chewing then proceeded to offer me one.

I put it in my mouth cautiously chewing swearing that if I got a barf flavored one I’d personally have a word with the creators “Dead?Popcorn.” I said thankful it wasn’t awful but also confused as to how exactly they made a jelly bean taste of popcorn. He took out more jelly beans handing some over to me before putting one in his mouth.

He smiled at me and for the second time in my life I felt completely stricken by George Weasley “No radiant.Hot chocolate.” He said breaking my fleeting train of thought that had become increasingly harder to keep up with, with him around.

Shaking my head I couldn't help but feel embarrassed, a feeling I often felt around him but never this strong.Never enough to make me at loss for words. “You’re such a sap.” I laughed looking at the star he pointed at trying to commit it to memory, but it seemed the more I looked the more it looked like all the other stars.

“You make me one.” He said turning to me before eating another jelly bean “Cherry Fizz. What did you get?” He asked turning to me, propping myself up with one hand not particularly minding the rocks gently digging against my palm.

“Hmm I don’t know what are the flavors again?” I said reaching over to the box but before I could George grabbed my hand in his. His face was dangerously close to mine and I was overly aware of my breathing.

I leaned in closer trying to ignore the loud beating of my heart that I could feel through my body.His other hand cupped the side of my face that he caressed with his thumb. He broke the small distance his lips softly pressed against mine, he smelt of the outdoors and fireworks and I could feel myself getting lost in it.

His hand moved from my hand to my knee, the two being fairly closed together but feeling I got in the pit of my stomach made me lean into his touch. My hand rested on his arm, touching the sweater I made my familiar acquaintance with last year.

He broke the kiss giving me the same goofy smile I’ve seen plenty of times but for once I knew why “I think it’s butterbeer.” He said slightly out of breathe, my lip gloss was smeared all over his mouth and I suspect mine as well. What was that rule? No kissing on the first date? Whoever made that up has obviously never been star gazing with George Weasley.

What felt like minutes had passed before I could trust myself with my voice again. “You’re going to be the death of me Weasley.” I whispered, my heart felt tight and my palms were sweaty. I wanted to reach over and cup his face but I was afraid this moment will disappear if I made any movements out fo script.

It wasn’t till the end of the year did George, Fred and I hear the news about Sirius Blacks passing. Everyone blamed themselves swearing that if it they were just there ,a minute earlier, if they hadn’t stoped for that cup of coffee three days ago everything would be different, Sirius would still be alive. But I don’t think that the case, I think more of us or someone else might be dead if we were all there. Death is unpredictable and we are all just one wrong move away from it.

I do feel bad for Harry. Seeing your Godfather die in front of you must be an awful thing. I feel bad sometimes, smiling, especially smiling in front of him. I feel like I’m mocking him but I hope he knows that those aren’t my intentions.Hermione keeps saying that time will make things better but time hasn’t been feeling the same.

Time all together feels altered. Everything moves at speeds it’s not supposed to but I reckon that's the effect looming danger has on people. I cannot tell how long I’ve been dating George Weasley but it’s been long enough that I know he’s fond of sweets but only after 12, he thinks muggles know more than they’re letting on, pranks are better without a purpose and balls of yarn are great for baby quidditch.

[monomonomagines]

♡Imagines Masterlist♡

Here’s all the writing Mod Toko has done for this blog compiled into one big post! I hope you all enjoy it!

2020 October Prompts Masterlist here

*= NSFW

FEB 2020

The V3 Boys During a Snow Day

Dr2 Boys Realizing They’re in Love with S/o for the First Time

Headcanons for Celeste with a Reader that Craves Physical Affection but is too Anxious to Ask

V3 boys with an Ultimate Ballerina S/o

Fuyuhiko x Online Reader

Drv3 Girls with an Insomniac Reader

DR2 Boys Calming Down their S/o After a Panic Attack

Makoto, Hajime, Chiaki, Nagito, Ibuki, Kaede, Rantaro, and Kokichi with an Insecure Trans Male S/o

Nagito in a Rainbow Girl Au

MAR 2020

Cuddle Headcanons with Kyoko, Celeste, and Mukuro

V3 Boys with an S/o that Wears Lolita/Harajuku Fashion Part 1

V3 Boys with an S/o that Wears Lolita/Harajuku Fashion Part 2

Teruteru Headcanons with an S/o who Can’t Cook

V3 Guys with an S/o who Struggles with Intimacy due to Past Trauma

Sayaka, Makoto, Kyoko, Toko and Celeste with the Ultimate Flirt S/o

Ryoma, Fuyuhiko, Kokichi, Kazuchi and Kirumi to their S/o Having an Asshole Pet

Sakura and Gonta Headcanons with an Autistic Fem S/o that Enjoys Toys, Abandoned Places, Homestuck, and Creepy Historical Facts

Scenario where Kaede and Shuichi are Attacked, where Kaede Survives the Attack, but Shuichi doesn’t and She has to Deal with Survivors Guilt

V3 Boys Accidentally Fusing with their Half-gem S/o

Leon, Fuyuhiko, Nekomaru, Kazuichi, Yasuhiro, Chihiro, Nagito, and Mondo with an S/o who gets really Blushy at anything Romantic

Makoto, Taka, Hajime, Nagito, and Gonta with an S/o who’s a Human Rights Activist

Gundham with a Flirty and Self Conscious about Themselves Fem S/o

Drv3 Boys with a Sick S/o

Fem Ultimate Poet S/o with Dr1 girls

Celeste with an S/o who is the Ultimate Artist

Gundham with an Autistic Fem S/o who Loves Creative Stuff and Toys Headcanons

NSFW Korekiyo with a Submissive S/o*

Drv3 Boys when their S/o is Badly Sick and there in the Middle of Taking Care of S/o it Turns a Bit Spicy but then they Get Sick

V3 Boys with an S/o who Willingly Joins Angie’s “Student Council”

Fuyuhiko, Ryoma, Kokichi and Chihiro with a Short S/o

Detective Himiko Headcanons

Ryoma x Kaede Headcanons

Scenario where Hiyoko does survive Chapter Three

V3 Girls Reacting to Finding a Skeleton with Chest Hair

Ryoma, Mondo, Kaede and Shuichi Falling in love with their Best Friend Witch S/o

Shuichi, Rantaro, Maki and Kaede with the Ultimate Unlucky Student S/o

Kaito with a Pregnant S/o Headcanons

Tenko Cheering up an S/o who has Lost a Family Member

S/o that Confesses to their Best Friend Ryoma

NSFW Celeste Headcanons*

Kiyotaka with an Affectionate Male S/o

Dr2 Boys Reacting to Learning their S/o is Part of the Neo World Program Based Off of a Dead Classmate

Hajime, Nagito, Kazuichi, Fuyuhiko, Gundham, Chiaki, Ibuki, and Sonia Reacting to their S/o Acting Suspicious During a Class Trial

V3 Boys Finding S/o Dead and Being Mocked in the Class Trial

Drv3 Boys with an S/o who’s the Actual Ultimate Survivor

Fuyuhiko, Ryoma, Mondo and Sakura are Woken up During the Night by their S/o

Ibuki with a Fem S/o who’s really Insecure about her Chest Size

NSFW Ryoma and Kaede Headcanons*

Cuddle Headcanons with Rantaro and Shuichi

Kazuichi x Ibuki Headcanons

Relationship Headcanons for Rantaro SFW & NSFW*

Aoi, Sayaka, Akane, Chiaki, Tsumugi, Miu, and Kaede with a Male S/o who’s Overprotective of them while their Pregnant

Mastermind Hoshimatsu

Hypothetical Love Hotels for Kazuichi, Mikan, Kiyotaka, Fuyuhiko, Nagito, Sonia, Ibuki, and Toko

Hajime and Kokichi finding out their S/o is being bullied

Dr2 Boys with an Affectionate S/o

Fem S/o doing Maki’s Hair After a Stressful Day

V3 Boys React to Finding out that their Sweet and Innocent S/o is the Mastermind

Dr2 Boys Reaction to their S/o having an Overprotective Little Brother

V3 Boys as Monsters with a Human S/o Part 1

V3 Boys as Monsters with a Human S/o Part 2

Hoshimatsu Dating Headcanons

Shuichi x Himiko Headcanons

Shuichi with an S/o with Little to No Social Skills

V3 Girls Having Alternate Forms as a Motive

Powered Alternate Forms Explanation

V3 Girls as Monsters with a Human S/o Part 1

V3 Monster Girls with a Human S/o Part 2

Dr2 Boys React to Finding Themselves Cornered by a Killer, but their S/o Throws Glitter into the Killer’s Face

V3 Boys React to their S/o Being Accused of Being the Blackened because they have No Alibi, Only for their S/o to Confess that they Accidentally Saw the Boys Doing Something Embarrassing

Dr1 Girls with an S/o who is the Ultimate Cartoonist whose Studio was Ransacked with all of their Supplies Stolen

Hiyoko x Ibuki Headcanons

Fuyihiko, Ryoma, Kokichi and Chihiro Getting Marshmallowed Helled During Sex*

V3 Girls with a Fem S/o being Taunted about their S/o’s Death

NSFW Headcanons for Sakura, Tenko, Aoi, Mikan and Tsumugi with a Fem S/o who’s Submissive*

V3 Girls React to Seeing Kaito and Kokichi Rolling Down a Ski Slope in a Snowball while Arguing Loudly

Dr1 Girl’s Ideal Place for a Date

V3 Girls React to their S/o Pointing a Gun at them with a Dark Expression on their face, They Pull the Trigger, Yelling ‘BUBBLEBEAM’ and They Find Themselves Being Pelted by Bubbles

Dr1 Girls Comforting their S/o After They Wake up from a Particularly Bad Nightmare

Scenario where the Infamous Seesaw Scene Fails

APR 2020

Dr1 Girls with a Cartoonist S/o where the Girls catch a Thief in the Act of Stealing from S/o’s Studio

Ryoma Hoshi with a Male S/o Watching a Scary Movie where the S/o is Scared Easily and Holds onto Ryoma Accidentally Confessing

Dr2 Girls and an S/o that just Loves to Give Eskimo Kisses

Dr1 Girls and their S/o who is very Talented at Art

Dr2 Boys with an Ultimate baker S/o that Stress Eats  

Shuichi, Kiibo, Kaito, and Ibuki Meeting their Ultimate Pastry Chef S/o

S/o becomes Pregnant with Teruteru’s Child and is Afraid to tell him due to Others Telling her that He Won’t Accept their Child

V3 Girls Finding Out their S/O is the Blackened

Fem S/o Spending her Birthday with Mondo, Gundham, and Gonta

Dr2 Girls Reacting to their S/o Running out of the Kitchen Screaming and into the Nearest Body of Water because they Somehow Managed to set the Bowl and their Pants on Fire while Making Cereal

MAY 2020

Aoi, Miu, Tenko and Akane Doing the Kabedon on their Very Shy Crush

Aoi, Miu, Tenko and Akane Doing the Kabedon on their very Shy Crush with Confession

Gundham and Ibuki with an S/o who has an Overprotective Sibling

NSFW Headcanons for Leon, Byakuya, Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko with a Fem S/o who Loves Being Roughed up*

Dr2 Boys as Monsters with a Human S/o Part 1

Dr2 Boys as Monsters with a Human S/o Part 2

Dr2 Boys as Monsters with a Human S/o Part 3

Ultimate Singer (Male S/O) x Ibuki Headcannons

Byakuya Togami x Rival! Ultimate Perfectionist 

V3 Characters Sharing a Body with Another Character Scenario

Celeste with an Easily Flustered S/o

Tokomaru Soft Headcanons

Dr2 Girls with a Fem S/o Who’s an Experiment for the Kamakura Project 

Gonta and S/o Playing Animal Crossing Headcanons 

Leon, Togami, Rantaro and Kazuichi with Ultimate Seamstress S/o 

JULY 2020

Dr1 Boys as Fantasy Plants

Dr1 Girls as Fantasy Plants

Peko, Kazuichi, Ryoma and Gundham Sleeping with their S/o Waking up to their S/o’s Cat Standing on them

Kirumi, Kazuichi, Fyuhiko, Sakura, and Celeste Who's S/o is Afraid of Horror Yet Tries to Play it Off

Ryoma, Sakura, Maki, Kaede and Ibuki with an S/o that Enjoys the Softer Side of Romance

An S/o Dealing with Gundham’s Morning Routine

FEBRUARY 2021

Waking Up in Your Partners Body (Sondam, Twobuki, Hoshimatsu, Fuyupeko)

Dr2 Boys with a Baker that Stress Eats

Gudham, Fuyuhiko, Kazuichi, and Ryoma Get Hot and Steamy with Their S/o Only to be Interupted by S/o’s Cat

JULY 2021

Fem S/o Constantly Following Toko Around

Dr1 Girls Who's S/o Just Got Their Wisdom Teeth Pulled

DrV3 Girls Who’s S/o is Reluctant on Sleeping with Them Due to Not Having A Good Childhood and Now Sleeps with A Stuffed Animal

Dr2 Girls with an Ultimate Paleontologist S/o Who Seems to be Acting Distant Only to Find Out That S/o Accidentally Brought Back A Baby Dinosaur

Gundham, Himiko and Kokichi Who’s S/o is Freaking Out Because Their Zodiac Signs Aren’t Compatible

Ryoma, Fuyuhiko, Mondo, Nekomaru and Toko with An S/o That Lost Their Glasses

Dr2 Girls with an S/o That is the Ultimate Watercolorist Who Teaches Them How to Paint with Watercolors

Nekomaru, Sakura and Gonta with an Autistic S/o

Ryoma, Angie, Peko, Ibuki and Gundam with an S/o That Wants to Play Animal Crossing with Them

Dr1 Girls with an S/o That Overworks Themselves

Kyoko, Celeste, Gundham and Kaede Going Stargazing with Their S/o

Korekiyo Headcanons with a Reader Who Gets into Anthropology so They Can Talk About it with Him

Drv3 Girls Who’s S/o has a Bad Habit of Bottling up Emotions

Shuichi, Kokichi, Kazuichi, Nagito and Chiaki with an Innocent and Cute S/o, but Once They Started Dating They Occasionally Make Perverted Jokes

Fuyuhiko, Souda, Gundham, and Chiaki with an S/o Who Has a lot of Health Issues

Kirumi, Sakura, Fuyuhiko, Peko and Ryoma Who’s S/o is Acting Strange Because Their Food was Drugged

Kokichi, Kiibo, Miu, and Sakura Helping Their S/o Who Broke One of Their Bones but Has a Terrible Pain Tolerance

What Would Leon, Kaito, and Shuichi Would be Like as Vampires (Monster AU)

Gundham, Fuyuhiko, Souda, Kokichi and Kiibo with an S/o Who is Super Touch Starved

Celeste with an Ultimate Singer Male S/o

Teruteru Comforting and Supporting His S/o When They're Upset

Fuyuhiko with an S/o Who Has an Emotional Support Dog

DrV3 Girls with a Narcoleptic S/o

Makoto, Rantaro, Shuichi, Kokichi, and Hajime Find Out Their S/o is About to be Murdered and They Swoop in and Save Them

[herstarburststories]

Sensitive There

A/N: My beta asked me if I was drunk when writing this. 

My part for @kalesrebellion​’s Bring On The Giggles challenge. 

Prompts: front butt & cum gun

Summary: You and Dean get drunk, which leads to a new sexual experience.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: dirty talk, smut, nipple play, Sam being a cockblock, humping, excessive use of the word nipple, purposely written like that bc crack

A distantly familiar smell invaded your nostrils as soon as you entered the bar, but it was different; nothing like the lingering after current of alcohol that wafted through the air after a long day’s hunt. Dean had his arm on your shoulders as he and Sam talked way too excitedly about something that you didn't bother enough to pay attention to. Dear Chuck, that hunt truly drowned all your energy. Thankfully, the place with shining letters on the front door was only ten minutes away. You already felt your mood lift and a relaxed smile sneak onto your lips just for being here. What was a better way to lift your spirits than grossly excessive amounts of alcohol?

So, that is what not only you, but Sam and Dean did as well. Apparently, you weren't the only one sorely in need of a whiskey vacation. By noon, even Sam was drunk.

Fuck, how long had it been since you and the Winchesters got properly wasted? Not the daily beers or the occasional scotch, but really drunk, just for the sake of it.

‘’I'm gonna shoot you with my cum gun.’’

You giggled at Dean, somehow finding his words exciting. Drunk flirting after a hunt was pretty much how you both ended together, mostly because you weren't soberly hearing his pick up lines.

Your chin rested on your hand as you leaned in. ‘’Yeah, babe? Where? On my chest? Or maybe right on my…’’

“Front butt,” Sam interjected, a proud grin on his lips for helping you to complete your sentence.

You and Dean turned to glare at the other person on the table, furrowed brows and slightly opened mouths in surprise. Who the fuck called a vagina that? Especially Sammy. 

“What?”

“No, dude. You can't be serious? Front butt? Really?” Dean threw himself on the chair, shaking his head and taking a deep breath.

Sam tried to defend himself. “I forgot the name!”

“Call it filet mignon!” Now it was your and Sam's turn to glance at him a questioning tilt of the eyes, confusion alit on your features.. Dean arched his eyebrows, wasn't it obvious? “Because it's delicious and made of beef.”

You sighed, pouring another glass of vodka with soda. “We really should talk about your weird psychosexual obsession with food.”

“Before you came along, he said that waitresses were his favorite because they smelled like burgers.” Dean slapped his brother's shoulder, exclaiming a dude! as if he had told you a secret. “What? You said!”

Whether it was because you knew Dean or the fact that your blood was slowly turning into alcohol, you weren't actually surprised by Sam's information.

You shrugged. “He got turned on when he saw me wearing his hotdog pajamas.”

“Can we focus on Sam calling your pussy a front butt?” Dean huffed, taking a sip of his whiskey. In an attempt to shift the focus, he smirked at Sammy. “Maybe you should try a guy, they are all butt.”

“And balls. And penis,” you added, sighing dramatically before placing your hand on Dean's thigh. “I like your penis.”

The eldest Winchester looked to his leg, pushing his tongue against his teeth. All the mental images suddenly coming to mind involved you and a bit more of alcohol were very welcoming to him and his big cum gun. He definitely wanted to shoot you. And hey, he was always good with aiming  Dean could bet he could hit right in your hole.

Even a bit tipsy.

“Sam, stay here while we use the Impala.” He raised to his feet, pulling you with him. You giggled, pecking on neck only to gain a quiet moan in turn. His body was always so responsive to you.

Sammy, however, had another idea. He was completely oblivious to what you and Dean were up to. His brows knitted together along with a soft pout.

“What? You guys are just gonna leave me here? I want to go back to the motel too,” he said with a fragile tone, clearly sad about being left alone.

With a cocky smile upon his lips, Dean was quick to reply, “Unless you want see a front butt and a butt, I advise you to stay here until we come back.” 

“But I want to go, too. I'm sleepy,” Sammy whined, and your heart ached a little. He just wanted to spend time with his big brother and you. Wasn't it adorable?

Not in a threesome way. That would be weird. Two brothers fucking the same girl was weird, especially when she dated one of them, but Sam and Dean were hot in so many different ways. One had a physique of a fucking professional athlete and the other had Greek beauty with rough hands. And Sam's hair was so long... Did he let the girls he was with pull his hair? All right, but threesome with brothers was a level of incest. Even if they always fought in sync, so hypothetically, fucking the same girl could be just as good.

You shook your head, trying to push this image away. You'd never consider this after sobering up.

Tipsy brain, stop. Drunk imagination was wild.

Maybe that is why that author told people to write drunk.

“You are drunk.” Dean's voice managed to take you away from that dark place of your mind where you could see nasty images very, very clearly.

Sam huffed, gesturing with slow exasperation. “So what? I can be two things.”

“Yeah, a bitch and a cockblock.” Dean rolled his eyes.

“Dean!” You scoffed, but your boyfriend just shrugged, not feeling guilty. “Let's go to the motel, Sam.”

Fortunately, the motel was only two blocks far, which made it easier for the gang to walk and stumble there. 

As soon as the door was open, Sam collapsed on the couch. Dean lost in the middle of the living room, his eyes searching everywhere to find the beds. They got a motel without beds? Well, at least there was a carpet on the floor. That could work.

He could use your butt as a pillow!

“Awesome!” Dean said to himself, turning around to find you. Sam snoring on the couch, check. A refrigerator that probably had some beers, check. He finally found you after a complete spin, seeing you against the door. Girlfriend pillow, check. “Y/N?”

“Sam and I got burritos while you were talking to the sheriff this morning. Mexican food, Dean.” Your voice was low and threatening, like you were telling a horror story. Dean gulped, knowing exactly what you meant. Glare lost on Sam's figure, you continued, “We've brought hell on us.”

As if he'd heard a calling, a farting sound echoed. And then another.

“It's starting... We have to run, Y/N.”

You didn't wait any further, immediately latching onto his hand and walking fast through the motel. Dean almost tipped on his feet, but he knew the mission was more important for the greater good — for his boner and your nose.

You slammed the door shut, waking up a scared Sam. You could hear him hit the floor with a loud thump, but you knew you had to save your oxygen while you still could.

“That one was lethal.” Dean rubbed his hands on his face, and you agreed, breathing fresh air in relief. He observed the room, surprise flickering across his features. “We have a bed.”

“Of course we do.” You plopped onto the mattress, looking at him with a sexy smile. “And we should use it.”

He gave you a lopsided grin. “I couldn't agree more, sweetheart.” 

Dean started to take his clothes off, and you bit your lower lip at the sight. When the black shirt was thrown on the other side of the bedroom, you started giggling. Dean arched his eyebrows. That wasn't the reaction he expected.

“Your nipples are funny,” you said, still grinning. Wait, were yours like this too? You threw your shirt away, happily already not wearing a bra. “My nipples are funny too. Nipple high five!”

You raised from the bed and touched your nipples with Dean's, who was watching with an adorable, confused face. As soon as your nipples brushed against each other, it was Dean's turn to whimper like a baby.

“Sweetheart, you know my nipples are sensitive.” He pulled away with a smile, uncharacteristically shy for him. 

“I know, but what if it's a good thing?” You held his hand, intertwining your fingers as you led Dean to the bed. You felt light after all those drinks, and you could tell that Dean did, too. You both should have fun with that. “My clit is sensitive and I like when you touch me there.”

“What do you — “ You pushed him to lay on his back, soon jumping on top of him. “Woah, woman!” Dean's eyes were twinkling with much desire, or maybe he was just wasted — you couldn’t tell. Anyway, you would make sure to fulfill this necessity. 

“Besides,” you said, running your hands across his chest, enjoying the view and the not so subtle way Dean's body reacted to your touch. His green eyes were glowing anxiously for your next step. “Cosmopolitan says that we should give men more nipple love, too.” You smiled, surrounded by some nasty ideas. You leaned in, allowing your tongue to circle the outline of his nipple before catching it with your lips.

Dean's eyes shut closed as he bit his lip, the sweet agony lighting him up like a comet. He gripped the sheets tightly in an attempt to compose himself. Your skilled tongue proceeded to swirl his nipple a bit, pressing the wet tip against it before sucking lightly. 

This time, the Winchester couldn't help but exhale a needy moan. Fuck, was it supposed to feel so good? He loved to suck your boobs and imagine knocking you up to get cream from them like you did on his dick, but he never considered you playing with his chest.

Your hand found its way to his free nipple and started to rub it with your thumb, teasing the sensitive skin with a light blow before anything else. You already had gone a bit too fast on his other pinkened nipple for the simple fact of horniness. You could feel his nipple hardening against your finger, while you suck on his other one.

“Sweetheart, you are killing me.” His hold on the blanket tightened, his thick cock fighting to be free of his pants. You felt his cum gun getting ready to blow on your leg and adjusted yourself on top of him, sitting in his lap as you still worked on his breast. “Fuck.”

You pinched his nipple with your fingertips, gaining back a moan of pleasure. You moved your hips back and forth while riding him like a cowgirl, rubbing his erect dick with your wet pussy. You were both still clothed. Ultimately, you attempted to bite his nipple, and Dean groaned loudly, almost a scream. His huge hands knotted into your hair as he bucked his hips, pulling you closer to his chest. You kept exploring his arousement from that spot, scratching and sucking harder. You changed nipples, always caressing the lonely one. The faster you two went, the closer you got. Until your bodies went full YEE HAA and both of you reached liberation with a strong orgasm. His cum gun finally shot inside his pants, and you in yours.

You fell beside him on the bed, and Dean wrapped his arm around you to pull you closer. Both were breathless, sweaty, and incredibly sensitive because of the newfound pleasure. You laid your head on his strong shoulder, laughing softly before grabbing the blanket to clean your mess on his chest. You and Dean stayed like that for a few minutes, just catching your breath.

“That was intense.” He smirked at you, throwing his body on top of yours. “But now, I'm gonna shoot you with my cum gun. Gonna dirty your pretty mouth with my white juice. You won't be a veggie once you try my meat, sweetheart.”

Dean's Sweetheart: @akshi8278​  (DEAN’S TAGLIST OPEN) 

Hunter @demonhunterbarbie​ (ALL SPN WORKS TAGLIST OPEN)

[l8rhader]

You Can Change Right Next To Me Universe Meta that might eventually become an in universe oneshot collection.

Bev was ALL of the Losers’ first kiss.

All of them.

Bill (the play... but also between Eddie and Richie when they start “dating” because they’re 13.  it’s not unlike the movies tbh) then Eddie, (she’s probably been spending too much time with richie because eddie is really fucking cute and she can’t? help? it?) then Richie (fall after what would be the summer of IT if any of the clown shit happened they’re sitting behind the ice cream shop talking) then Ben (he does something super sweet one day and she just can’t not) then Mike (truth or dare), then Stan (he’s not not jealous and they’re not not stoned and it’s not not the hottest thing that Bill and Richie have ever seen ever until that moment and it’s definitely not not the moment they both realize that bisexual can definitely be a thing because they’re both so fucking jealous of both of them both in that particular moment.)

BUT HERE’S THE THING.

Stan was all of the boys (except Ben’s) first kiss with a boy and they’re literally all 16 here.  This is ALL in the year before YCCRNTM

Richie (he saw the way that Richie was watching him and Bev earlier that night and didn’t want his best friend feeling left out so, when Richie pulled into his driveway to drop him off, he kissed him to thank him for the ride home and Richie thought he might actually die and that also may have been A Thing for both of them for a hot minute because kiss is a really loose term here because they were ) then Mike (the only one of the Losers to actually come out to anyone else in like a speech type situation and Mike’s just like “BUT I’M GONNA DIE ALONE BECAUSE DERRY” and Stan kneels up and plants one one him, assuring him that if someone else doesn’t see that he’s a fucking catch by the time they graduate, they’ll make a go of it.  Mike laughs it off but doesn’t realize that Stan is 100% serious) then Eddie (they’d actually been fighting.  Stan had already figured out that Richie was in love with Eddie and Eddie made some snippy comment about some joke Richie had made and Stan had to stand up for him and it became a kind of weird back and forth that wound up with Eddie saying “It’d make more sense for me to kiss you” so Stan just... does.  Eddie melts.  Actually like melts.  Then Stan looks at him and goes, “imagine how much better that would’ve been if i’d been him” and stomps off leaving Eddie.exe to malfunction) then Bill (bill didn’t know about Stan kissing Richie until waaaaaaaaaay after and he only finds out because he walks into gym one day to find Richie and Bev talking about their best kisses and Bev says, because she’s incapable of being anything other than candid, that it’s Stan.  She likes kissing Ben, but the way Stan had just grabbed her and kissed her that night Did Things and she definitely had to go home that night and Take Care of Business.  Richie had laughed really hard because SAME BEV HOLY SHIT so next period is Lunch and he’s like yo stan we’re going to burger king because it’s pre-you-have-to-stay-on-campus-all-day-because-people-are-crazy-it’s-lunch-if-you-wanna-go-home-go-home and he’s like “you’ve kissed bev and richie wtf” and stan’s like “yep.  and also almost everyone else.  what about it?  you’re literally the straightest guy i’ve ever met so it never even entered my mind” to which Bill makes an audible “?!!???!!!” and Stan’s like “Okay.  So.  Can we get lunch now or did you just bring me out here to be a pain in my ass?”  and he deliberately Does Not Kiss Bill that day.  or for like a week.  Bill hasn’t exactly forgotten so much as given up when Stan pulls up in The Cardinal to pick Bill up from the library and he is standing there with his arms and legs crossed, leaning against the car and Bill makes a face that screams “?!!???!!!” more than the noise did and Stan, honest to god, smirks.  Bill is practically vibrating the whole way home and Stan.  Doesn’t.  Kiss.  Him.  Just drops him off at home.  Bill stands in the garage for like 10 minutes all flustered and huffy.  He grabs silver and rides like the fucking wind over to Stan’s, finding him sitting in his garage.  “Took you long enough.” and Bill just fucking mauls him.  

Ben’s first kiss with a boy was Richie.  They were paired up for a scene in As You Like It   They played rock paper scissors for who’d be who.  Richie won for Rosalind and stuck his tongue out mercilessly.  Ben was still pining over Bev here not actually with her yet and Richie knew that the line with the “You will not die” would need absolutely no reaction from Ben at all because he had literally said the same words to him over the summer.  not literally but like pretty much they were talking about how, when friends have this kind of conversation (because he may or may not have made bev be eddie once or twice except she didn’t know she was being eddie just a hypothetical person that richie had a crush on that Sounded An Awful Lot Like Eddie) they end up kissing there and there and there.  Ben was like (shocked pikachu face) and richie’s like... so we should kiss there and there and there.  So Ben’s like. um. no. i’ll kiss my hand and high five you?  and Richie was like “Or you could kiss me and not be a pussy?”  and ben gets all grumbly and goes mnotapussyijustdonwanna and richie’s like dude it’s fine i just thought that the point of this assignment was to modernize it and give it more reality and he’s like look put yourself in her shoes here.  she’s pretending to be a guy and then falls in love with a guy and he’s in love with who she is as a woman but she can’t let him know that she’s falling for him because what if he realizes that she’s him.  SO aren’t you, in rosalind’s shoes, going to take any opportunity you can get to kiss bev until you can figure out how to make it work?  and ben’s got this mentally constipated look, then it sinks in.  then, grasping at straws goes “i’ve only ever been kissed by one person.” and richie just leaned in and kissed him.  “now it’s two” Ben looks at him for a second, then kisses him.  so Richie’s like “look we run through it once with then once without and see which works better.”  fun fact- richie was right.  it worked better.  they got extra credit for the insightful commentary.

Bev, on the other hand, has never kissed a girl and she thinks that is a TRAVESTY and they really need more girl friends.

[haileygarciasunshine]

Aunt Flow

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 1,310

Warning: talk of blood, talk of periods🤷‍♀️.

The idea came to me while in the shower😳 Hope you like it!

It had become a habit of yours, to visit ‘Scoops Ahoy,’ almost every day or every other day. Your boyfriend Steve, and your friend Robin spent most of the Summer working at the ice cream parlor. Robin wasn’t too keen on the idea of you becoming friends at first, and now the two of you are as thick as thieves.

“Y/N!” An abnormally chipper voice sounded.

Giggling at her excitement you greeted her, “Hey Robin! Long time no see.”

She giggled back, “I know it’s only been, what? Six hours?”

Suddenly a masculine voice interupted, “something like that.”

“Hey, Steve.” You glanced at Steve, only to advert your eyes as he glanced at you.

“Hi, Y/N.”

Robin hopped onto the back counter, while you made your way to the back room.

“Psst...Y/N...” Robin hissed, “Do you have... any of those... ‘Feminine Hygene’ products...”

“Yeah, I do. What can I do ya for?” Chuckling at how Robin, was trying to keep it ‘Top Secret’. Taking your cross body bag off, setting it on the counter, and opened it for her to take whichever product she wanted.

After, her selection she stated, “I’ll be right back,” and bolted out of the parlor, almost knocking Dustin over on the way out.

“Geez, what’s her deal?” Dustin said while walking into the back room.

Opening your bag of pretzels from your purse, you nonchalantly replied, “she got her visit from Aunt Flow.” When neither guy responded you looked up at them. They both mirrored the others reaction. Widen eyes, and slacked jaws.

“What?” You asked innocently.

“You...You mean she got her....That..” Dustin stuttered in shock.

“Dustin!” Steve hissed.

Rolling your eyes at their responses, “Yeah, she did.”

“Do you... Do you get that?”

“Dustin!” Steve yelled in annoyance, “You can’t just go around, asking intimate questions about people!”

Dustin flipped Steve off.

Giggling at both boys, you said, “It’s alright Steve. He can’t help it if he’s curious.”

“I’m back,” Robin started, before getting confused, “What’d I miss?”

“Oh you know, our Scoops Ahoy health class!” Steve huffed in fake annoyance. In reality, he felt relieved that Dustin was asking such personal questions, because he hadn’t paid much attention in he much attention in the health, class he had taken at Hawkins High. None of his past girlfriends, ever talked about their period, because it’s considered such a taboo thing to happen. He wanted to be there for his loved ones during that time of the month, and he couldn’t figure out how. But now he’s hoping that he can learn something from you.

“Y/N!”

“Yes, Robin?” your tone was full of innocence, hoping she wouldn’t be mad at you.

“Care to explain?”

“I was getting there, until I was interrupted,” you replied shrugging, “It’s not my fault the kid has questions about Aunt Flow. I’m just trying to help educate the young.”

“Why do you call it Aunt Flow?”

“Do you want to answer that, or should I?” Slightly turning to Robin who was back at her previous stop, sitting on top of the front counter. You offered her a pretzel from your bag of pretzels, which she so graciously accepted.

“I got this one, Y/N/N. Well it’s actually called a lot of different things. Aunt Flow, Shark Week, Time of the Month, Ect. You’ll eventually learn about that in health class.” She turned to glare at Steve, “If you pay attention, unlike dingus here.”

“You mean to tell me, every female out there bleeds once a month? How long does it last?”

“Seven days.”

“Every month?”

You and Robin both replied in unison, “Every month.”

Both Dustin and Steve, exchanged dumbfounded looks, at the table they were sitting at in the backroom.

“Speaking of, do you have any aspirin?”

“I have the works. Do you want Midol?”

“Yes, please. Before either, of you boys even think about talking to me, don’t.” Robin snapped half joking, and half not joking, “I’m only talking to, Y/N. She understands the pain.” 

“Okay, hypothetical here,” Steve started, “How would a loving boyfriend, comfort his girlfriend then?”

You and Robin exchanged confused glances, “Well, there’s a lot of different ways. Robin, would you like to take this one? I’m starving.”

“You were literally just eating pretzels.”

“Yeah...So?” Giving her a confused look, “What’re you craving I’ll pick it up before I come back.”

“See Dingus, that’s why Y/N’s my favorite.”

“I didn’t even say anything!” Steve exclaimed confused.

“You didn’t have to. Hmm... Pizza! Oh wait! What about hot dogs? No, I know Chinese!”

“You have until I step foot out of the store, to make up your mind, after that it’s a done deal.” You made your way over to Steve, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, placing kisses on his cheek and his neck. 

“I’ll be back in a few! Robin, can you at least try not to kill the boys until I get back?”

“No promises!”

“So, Steve. You have it bad for my Sister, don’t cha?”

“Shut Up, Henderson.”

“Whatever.” 

“So, back to what I was about to say.” Robin piped up, “You can bring her, her favorite foods, chocolate, flowers, I think the most important thing, is to just give her your understanding and emotional support.”

Steve had a lot to think about the rest of the day.

A week had barely gone by, before Aunt Flow, paid you a visit too. It wasn’t the worst cramps you’ve had, but they were definitely, painful enough to make you stay in bed. Peeking, at the clock it said 6:30am. Your day was already off to a rough start. Steve decided that he was going, to stop by your house, since you hadn’t been answering his called. He had begun to worry. Using the spare key, you had given him, he opened the front door, and immediately took off his shoes.

“Steve?” A groggy voice asked.

“Hey, Buddy. Have you seen your sister?”

“No, it’s not even seven am, dude.”

“Right. I forgot.”

Steve quietly, made his way up the stairs, to your room. Opening the door, he was met with the all too familiar sight. You were curled up in a ball, which meant Aunt Flow, decided to visit. After the conversation, over a week ago, Steve felt like he could be of more use now, that he knew how to help more. He went into the hallway closet, pulling out a heating pad you had, and made his way back to your room. 

Turning it on, Steve got under the blankets with you, and put the heating pad on your stomach.

“Steve?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I would ask what you were doing here, but at this point I don’t care.” you whined, in pain.

“Here take this.”

“Is this my Midol?”

“Yeah, you and Robin really taught me a lot, I want to put it to good use.”

Steve had cuddled up to you from behind, pulling you close to him, while placing his hand on your stomach and gently trying to help alleviate some of the pain you were feeling, by rubbing in circles.

“Steve....”

“Whenever you feel up to it, we can go to the movie store if you want, and rent some of your favorite ones.”

“Thank you, Steve.” Turning to face him a little you said something he never expected, “Just so you know, in my book you make a damn good boyfriend too.”

Steve smiled lovingly, at you before placing a gentle kiss on your lips, not paying attention to the door creaking open.

“Y/N?”

Breaking the kiss you responded, “Yeah Dusty?”

“Can I come cuddle with you?”

“Always.”

It was only a matter of seconds before, there was three of you laying in your bed. It brought you joy, that the two most important men in your life, were both in your room giving you their support.

[hopeswriting]

Modern AU (Adult!)Arcobaleno on socials media though. While Flames and mafia are definitely still a thing.

Now I’m by no means well acquainted to all the different popular socials media, but here’s my humble take:

Reborn on Instagram.

He only has pictures of Leon first and foremost, with him in the background in one of his ridiculous but very well-made cosplay. Leon of course also wears the same cosplay as him.

He never shows his full face in any of the pictures, but just enough his followers know he’s handsome as fuck.

The artists/photoshoppers among them regularly put the pieces together to see how he could look like, but in a funny-and-obviously-purposefully-wrong way only.

Reborn loves them and saves them all.

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Once in a blue moon he does post a picture of himself where you can see him clearly all dressed up and fancy, and then immediately deletes it.

But only after he’s sure it has been seen, so he can watch his followers lose their shit while drinking a nice espresso.

They try hard, but so far none of them managed to save any of the pictures before he deletes them.

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Often there’s what suspiciously looks like blood stains on their clothes and straight up dead bodies lying in the background, but Reborn went so passive-aggressive with the few who dared to ask, everyone is too afraid to ask now.

Anyone who badmouths Leon in any way is instantly blocked. But only after Reborn ripped them a new one AND let his followers do it too.

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Skull on Twitter and Snapchat.

He tweets the most random, out of nowhere, highly worrying things, that always sent his followers in a frenzy trying to figure out why the fuck he would think of any of this in the first place??

“aren’t you ever tried of your solid, rigid, restrictive bones? don’t you want to just be Luffy from One Piece, a rubber being that can shape themself in whatever way they wish?”

or:

“nobody ever tells you this, but the stress of picking apart melted leather from your burnt skin before it heals is VERY worth the adrenaline of making fire your BITCH”

or:

“is it REALLY illegal if you break in and eat the food but leave money behind??”

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That’s just his Twitter only followers though.

The ones on Snapchat have the privilege to watch him stumble head first step by step to his tweets, and are actually very involved and active spectators that keep him out of jail, or killing himself, or killing someone else.

Skull, recording a video, halfway stuck in between two buildings: What’s up guys, there're these guys following me and trying to kill me, quick tell me what bones to break so I can fit in there.

see also:

Skull, riding his bike, both of them suspiciously wet, holding a lighter in his hand: You guys ready for this sick fire stunt I came up with?? If everything goes well I should only get second to third degree burns, let’s do this!!!

see also:

A picture of Skull lying on a roof, his arms full of snacks and his mouth stuffed with food, with police cars in the background, that says: send tips to make sure there’s always food in your fridge for when you need it the most. #midnightsnack #snitchesgetstitches #justsaying

see also:

A picture of Skull crouched in front of a body, posing, that says: don’t worry guys we’re just faking, but hypothetically, if you were to hide a body as quick as possible from here without being seen, what would you do? #hypotheticallyseriousanswersonly #hypotheticallythecopsaremaybeontheirway #quickanswersappreciated

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Verde on Facebook.

He creates a public group with only him as member that’s basically his scientific diary.

It’s not really to invite intellectual challenging debates (though he’d be all for it if someone smart enough showed up), but he figures it’s in his best interest to make the world a less dumb place if he can.

It finds his public, though there’s only a few comments because god forbid you say something dumb or inaccurate and Verde fucking annihilates you in the comment section.

But like, in a teacher way. Like he’s genuinely trying to make you know better but he’s just ruthless at it lmao.

Verde uses a fake name and a fake everything so there’s quickly a running joke along the lines of “Imagine if it’s really the genius scientist Verde running the group and you just outed yourself as a flat earther lol”.

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But what gets the group really popular is the in depth flames theory involving weather of all things they have to assume he came up with it all on his own because they can’t figure out to save their lives what the hell he’s talking about?

And it makes them question their sanity sometimes because Verde talks about it like it’s the most obvious thing and in the context of just about every basic aspects of life.

Cue the conspirators and their hot new take of “the aliens were among us all along and hid themselves as the WEATHER!!!” that instantly turns into the new popular meme.

That, and the transcripts posts of Verde trying his theories that nine out of ten apparently involves very unwilling participants whose life are threatened and sometimes they straight up DIE???

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They think both of these is just him fucking with them and it’s all fictional. They want to think it is anyway.

They’re not so sure, but everyone is too afraid to ask.

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Colonnello on Snapchat.

70% of his content is about Lal because this man is so in love and it’s like he’s a guest on his own account lol.

There’s the “Pining Hard” content where it’s just him trying to seduce Lal, to romance her and asking her out, and Lal brushing all of it off more often than not.

His followers are very invested in this “old bickering married couple type of best friends in oblivious mutual pining” real live action slow burn fic, and cheers him hard whenever Lal reciprocates the tiniest bit.

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They don’t know the two are already together.

They think Lal brushing him off or flirting back but in an unmistakably joking/”platonic” way is just her being oblivious and not taking Colonnello seriously.

When she would just rather flirt back off camera because it’s her private life thank you very much.

Colonnello never tells them because he assumes they all know and just choose to be in on the joke.

Lal finds it hilarious whenever she goes through his Snapchat (with his permission of course) to find numerous messages of encouragement, so she never says either.

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But one day she kind of just steals a kiss from him while he’s recording because she wanted to, and his followers lose their shit.

Lal laughs herself to tears and laughs for days.

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The other Lal’s related content is the “Lal’s loving hours”, where he just takes pictures of her/records her doing random shit---whether it's her making a disaster out of the kitchen, or wearing three pairs of socks because her feet are cold, or beating the shit out of someone---and him doing heart eyes at the camera.

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Otherwise it’s just him living his life and letting them in on what happens.

There’s a lot of pictures because he’s handsome and he knows it and he likes the compliments aqsdfghj.

Or videos of him going on and on about how energy drinks are really the best drink ever while doing grocery.

Or ranting videos about how bullets wounds are such a pain to deal with and showing himself patching himself up to show how it’s done (thanks??!!??).

Or him watching series and roasting the characters for their dumb decisions.

Or him commenting in real time an assassination attempt on him in the middle of the night in his own fucking home because the fucker sure is ballsy (????!!!!!!???).

It’s very popular too because of how relatable it is.

Well, most of the time anyway.

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Viper on Youtube.

They have a DIY type of channel, mostly about fashion---what they think about the new products/clothes they bought from their favorite brand, their thoughts on the new fashion trend, their makeup/skin care routine and favorite outfits for various circumstances, or they’re often on live while going shopping.

(I just really like Fashionista!Viper okay.)

They play videos games too, thinking they’re being very good while being very average to not say they straight up suck asdfghj.

Occasionally do reaction videos too.

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Like Reborn they hardly ever show their face. Actually they don’t show it at all lol. They wear masks to do their videos because a hood is not very reliable.

How do they do their makeup videos then you ask?

They use "volunteer" as models of course.

And by volunteers I mean the Varia qsdftgyhjkl.

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They also have another very peculiar brand of videos that is the most popular one on their channel. The titles of these videos include but are not limited to:

“A Due Payment Of Yours Is Late? How To Hunt Them For Sport”

“A Little Bitch Doesn’t Respect Your Pronouns/Chosen Name? Step By Step On How To Make Them Shut The Fuck Up Forever”

“How To Efficiently Remove Blood And Various Others Human Residue From Your Clothes”

“Faking Your Death And Taking On A New Identity: Step By Step Tutorial”

“How To Take Over Your Friends Brains And Watch Them Prank Themselves ft. The Varia”

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Fon on Tumblr.

His blog becomes known as a shitpost blog or a blog run by a bot when really, everything he posts is about actual, very real events that happened in his life.

Except he vague posts every time because he really wants to keep his anonymity.

He posts about the hardships of learning more and more martial arts and staying at the top of the art, and sounds like some dangerous psychopath.

“The body is such a fragile thing, isn’t it? It tends to break quite easily unfortunately. You’d think I’d know that by then, but I really need to remember it more often so I can keep enjoying myself.”

He’s talking about how he always pushes himself too much in training and ends up injuring himself.

“Everyday I dispose of them and reasserts my superiority, and everyday they come back and it’s really hard to not hurt them beyond repair.”

He’s talking about how he’s often challenged by other martial artists who don’t like him being the best and how he always has to beat them up bloody for them to give up.

He also posts about his family's live except it’s the Hibari’s family live, and he doesn’t sound more sane of mind at all.

“I made the mistake of taking Kyo with me on my grocery trip and picked on his tell-tale signs of going through a bad day too late.

But fortunately the shop is still standing and no one was heavily injured.”

or:

“It’s so heartwarming to see Kyo make friends. The brown haired kid didn’t put much of a fight but the one with the pineapple haircut has potential.

He almost managed to stab him that one time, and I can’t wait to tease Kyo about it. He’s very cute when annoyed and embarrassed.”

or:

“Often I look back to the day Kyo got his tonfa and I am always infinitely grateful for this not-so-easy-to-kill-with weapon.

I would like for him to at least finish high school first.”

Yeah it’s very often about Kyoya lmao. And no one knows for sure what in the world a “Kyo” is supposed to be???

An actual human being is NOT the most popular theory qsdfghn.

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Lal on TikTok.

I guess?? I’m kind of running out of ideas lol, and I know very little about TikTok.

But I’m thinking she makes a series of videos where she looks straight into the camera like she’s on The Office while some bullshit or the other happens in the background.

And it’s not even always her friends or coworkers or Colonnello (yeah he has a category of his own lmao).

As far as she is concerned everyone who chooses to be a fucking dumbass in her vicinity is asking for it aqsdfghj.

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Also has a “Doing paperwork” series, and the later at night she’s doing it, the more she’s absolutely fucking done with people not being able to do their job properly without collateral damage.

She dryly reads out loud the highlights of the reports and goes straight for their lives lol.

But as funny as it is, everyone is more interested in the very questionable out of context content of these reports???

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Also does workout videos, as in she demonstrates how to do this one or other exercise, and if these do particularly well it has nothing to do with how people want to look respectfully at her body, of course not.

ALSO has a “Colonnello’s Loving Hours” series because you better believe this woman is also so much in love.

She records him when he’s simply existing---whether he’s snuggling besides her while they’re watching TV, or dancing in the kitchen while cooking, or cleaning his guns---while looking at the camera with this tender, content expression on her face.

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They become known as the Weather Lovers because boy, do these people like to go on about their favorite weather. Some shipping might even be involved??

It’s how their community introduces them to each other.

Cue even more chaos on their respective socials medias.

Viper’s video of their first meeting is the most popular one on their channel.

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Yeah I know, I didn’t add the Sky Arco ladies, but I have no idea what they could do. Pinterest maybe? Or Vine? Dunno, they’re all yours guys lol.

[hermywolf]

ranking my favorite characters about random shit part 5

ranking my favorite characters (clarke griffin, dean winchester, fox mulder, rose tyler, newt, kaz brekker, samwise gamgee, charles xavier, bill denbrough, lord asriel, steve rogers, scott mccall, anna milton and barry berkman) about random shit. this is entirely self-indulgent

Part 5: How they’d react to a breakup (i’m imagining a completely random oc as the one breaking up with them because if i start thinking of the people i ship them with breaking up with them i WILL cry)

1- NEWT

he’s the sweetest man on earth he’d want to talk about it and understand his partner’s reasons and he’d be so kind and understanding even though he’d be sad lemme tell you this man is a SAINT

2- STEVE ROGERS

sweet understanding KING. absolute TREASURE. he’d be so confused and sad at first but he’d be SO understanding UGH i am in love with this man

3- SCOTT MCCALL

remember when allison sorta kinda broke up with him and he was all sweet and kind about it and said that he believed they would find their way to each other again eventually. yeah. iconic behavior. king shit

4- SAMWISE GAMGEE

he’s the PRESIDENT of ‘let’s stay friends!’ squad he’ll definitely stay in touch with all his exes they’re all his absolute besties

5- CHARLES XAVIER

mr telepath mindreader therapist teacher man absolutely sees it coming from a thousand miles away and he might even be the one to bring it up so that his partner doesn’t worry about it. he will be sad but he gets over it in a healthy way because he’s (MOSTLY) in touch with his feelings

6- ANNA MILTON

for a fallen angel with a bit of a god complex she’s surprisingly well adjusted. i think she’s the kind to definitely stay friends with her exes except like two of them which she’s got five different plans to murder each. all in all if it’s a healthy breakup they stay friends if it involves cheating she’s out to get you motherfucker and you know what you deserve it i mean who the FUCK would cheat on ANNA MILTON of all people istg

7- DEAN WINCHESTER

whoever thinks dean is emotionally constipated enough to be the ‘i didnt like u anyway’ kind has NOT seen spn 1x13 road 666 like GUYS. he pretends to be this no-chick-flick-moments and no-attachment kinda dude but we all know he actually cares SO much and if you look at his relationship with cassie or lisa he’s actually pretty open and communicative and sincere and he geniunely tries to talk about shit with them?? so he does have a constructive and heartfelt conversation and says he understands but he also WILL cope by either going on more hunts to distract himself or by locking himself in his room with pizza and movies in his hotdog pants and send noods socks, s14 style. TONS of ice cream. he’ll ghost his ex for a while when he’s coping with it but then later on they do end up being besties (yes i AM on the team dean-becomes-bff-with-all-his-exes don’t mind me just spreading my dean being besties with anna, cassie, lisa,amara, benny and crowley agenda)

8- BILL DENBROUGH

he’s pissed and sad and offended and grumpy and confused he just feels a LOT of shit at the same time like he’s having a full breakdown inside but from the outside his reaction is pretty much ‘what. oh. ok’

9- LORD ASRIEL

he does not, and mark my words on this one, give a single fuck. he IS what kaz pretends to be and what ketterdam thinks he is. asriel does not give a FLYING FUCK he’s like ‘well ok then see you around i guess’ and then just moves on. he was probably cheating on his partner anyway if we’re being honest here, he’s just that terrible. god why is he my favorite character again- oh right he’s insanely hot and wants to murder god right right that tracks

10- FOX MULDER

he’s extremely sweet and compassionate and understanding but then he disappears for like five months to chase down an alien in guatemala or some shit and then comes back pretending as if nothing happened at all

11- CLARKE GRIFFIN

she’s NOT happy about it and gets all grumpy and pouty and will angrily rant about it to her friends for ages but then once she’s over it she’s like. OVER over it. she completely moves on, like full on flip the switch and the feelings are GONE

12- ROSE TYLER

full breakdown in her room with tubs and tubs of ice cream wondering what she did wrong and then probably gets offered by a friend to go throw eggs at their house or some dumb shit. rose says no but she ALMOST did it. she keeps asking if there’s someone else even when it’s very clear that there’s NOT.

13- KAZ BREKKER

allow me to introduce you to the pettiest bitch on EARTH. he will definitely not hurt his ex in any way but he’ll do his absolute best to show them how much they’re missing. like he’s PETTY about it he’ll hold a gruge months, no year, no DECADES after it happened. he shows absolutely no emotions whatsoever you’d barely notice there’s been any change in his behavior, he’s not, like, sad or angry or anything, he’s just suddenly VERY devoted to the fact that everyone must know how AMAZING he’s doing and how rich and powerful and feared he is and how much a hypothetical ex-partner is missing. like this bitch probably has a full twenty pages long plan about what to do in case he gets dumped so that his ex will regret it terribly. and the worst is that kaz is a smart bitch who knows people’s weaknesses and how to exploit them so it WORKS it works and he absolutely loves it, jesper is like ‘dude how come every single time you got dumped they came back asking you to get back together only for you to reject them EXACTLY five months later’ and kaz hiding the twenty pages long binder with his elaborated plan behind his back as if it wasn’t carefully calculated and just shrugging like ‘idk i guess im a catch’ he makes everyone SO angry and honestly good for him!

14- BARRY BERKMAN

two words: murder spree. healthy coping mechanisms WHO we don’t know her in this house he’s sad and angry and he’s going to make it YOUR problem. guns out angry bill hader face ON baby. pew pew motherfucker it’s murder time. bam thirty casualties. rip to them. and he doesn’t even feel better after it either he’s crushed by guilt and having ANOTHER breakdown which will result in MORE ptsd and more sadness and anger and eventually ANOTHER breakdown and ANOTHER murder spree. its a lose-lose situation for everyone. except for his partner who’s free of his shit now i guess so true of them

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All I Really Want is You

Clearly showing on the screen is the beginning of an email from a jewelry store, the kind that specializes in engagement rings, with the subject line Order Confirmation. He can’t see the body of the email, but it’s enough.

Ashton bought an engagement ring. It might even be in the house right now. Michael is going to get proposed to at some point, possibly very soon.

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“I can’t find it,” Ashton says, his huff of frustration breaking the easy silence of the evening as he continues to scroll through his email.  Michael glances at the phone from where he’s plastered to his side on the couch, watching letters blur together, none of which seem to spell “escape room.”

It was Luke’s idea to book one for all of them.  Apparently being best friends and living in each other’s back pockets for nearly a decade is not enough “band bonding,” and the last time they all got together Luke complained that they always neglect each other when on breaks between touring and writing.

“You should third wheel the Mashton dates, like I do,” Calum had said.  Luke had pulled a spectacularly sour face, then pouted when he saw that Michael had the same expression.

Michael thinks some space is healthy.  He also thinks that getting all of them in the same room to fail at solving puzzles is going to be the most fun he’s had since they played their last show.  As such, Ashton booked the room a few days ago and now apparently can’t find the order confirmation that they need for tomorrow.

“Let me try,” Michael says, taking the phone and navigating to the email search bar.  He types in “confirm” and waits for the results to load.  Once they do, he freezes.  Next to him, Ashton stops breathing.

Clearly showing on the screen is the beginning of an email from a jewelry store, the kind that specializes in engagement rings, with the subject line Order Confirmation .  He can’t see the body of the email, but it’s enough.

They’ve talked about marriage before, so this isn’t a new concept.  They’ve been dancing around each other since they were teenagers, and it had always been part of the plan once they finally, officially got together, both of them too nervous about risking the band to take a chance on a relationship together they weren’t already 100% sure of.  It’s been years since the subject was first mentioned, and Michael distantly knew this day would come.  They’ve been working with management to come out separately, to mostly supportive reactions.  They always said that marriage would happen when they felt like they could be open about it.

It’s very different to talk about in hypotheticals than to know that one of them has a ring somewhere.

Michael blinks himself out of his daze, steels himself, and keeps scrolling.  He obviously wasn't meant to see the email, and they need to find the escape room confirmation before Michael loses himself thinking about this.  Ashton breathes out next to him, arm tightening just barely around his shoulders.

“Found it,” Michael says, clicking on the proper email and flagging it so Ashton can find it again if he clicks away.  He hands back the phone and picks his own up with the intent to get rid of some of his own notifications, but he can’t move beyond the homescreen before he’s staring at it blankly.

Ashton bought an engagement ring.  It might even be in the house right now.  Michael is going to get proposed to at some point, possibly very soon.

Ashton snorts next to him.  Michael glances at him out of the corner of his eye, and then he’s giggling, growing into full-out laughter by increments.  Ashton’s laugh has always been infectious, and Michael can’t help but join him.  The entire situation is ridiculous enough that it’s verging on hysterical, and Michael’s laughter doesn’t die until Ashton has melted into the cushions.  He can’t believe he’s in love with this man.

“Why are we laughing?” he asks.

“You know why,” Ashton says, and that almost sets them off again, because he does know.  They both do.

“Is it… is it here?” Michael asks.  Ashton smiles at him.  If it was in his pocket and he whipped it out right now, Michael would say yes, but he knows that won’t happen.  Ashton likes planning his romance.

“Yeah, it’s in the house,” he says.  A shiver of anticipation zips up Michael’s spine.

“Is it hidden?” he asks.

“Obviously,” Ashton says.  “Don’t go looking for it or I won’t give it to you.”

Michael pinches his thigh in retaliation, but Ashton just laughs and pulls him closer.  Michael twists so he’s in his lap and tucks his nose against Ashton’s neck, even though he knows it tickles.

“Can we play hot or cold?” he asks.  Ashton flinches a little at the puff of air, predictable in a way that makes Michael smile.

“Absolutely not.  You’ll just have to be patient.”

Michael whines.  Ashton laughs at him, because patience has never been his strong suit.

“This better be worth it,” he says.

“I hope so,” Ashton says.  Michael cuddles closer, as if trying to get Ashton to absorb him through osmosis will show just how much he loves him.

“It will be.  It could be made of tin foil and it’d be worth it.”

Ashton hums, carding his fingers through Michael’s hair while he checks the rest of his email and any other notifications left unopened on his phone.  Michael dozes off, but when they move to the bedroom he spends too much time awake, imagining what the ring is going to feel like on his finger.

-/-

“So,” Calum says the next day, once they’ve escaped the room (surprisingly) and sent the others to order their food.  “What’s got you so distracted today?”

Michael hums, squinting against the sun and watching a few cars go by.  The cafe is a bit out of the way, but they have good sandwiches and good quiche and the patio is really nice.  Ashton managed to find it within the first week of officially moving to LA, and they’ve been coming here ever since.

“Ashton told you, didn’t he,” Michael says, because Calum is barely containing a grin and looks far too smug for Michael’s taste.

“Have you found it yet?” he asks.

“He asked me not to look.”

“Usually that would just spur you on.”

Michael shakes his head.

“Not with this.  It means too much to him.”

Michael glances through the window to the inside of the cafe, where Ashton is standing in line with Luke, locked in his own conversation and waiting for their orders to finish.  As if he senses Michael’s eyes on him, he glances at him and smiles.  It’s instinctual to smile back.

“I’m really happy for you,” Calum says.

“It hasn’t even happened yet,” Michael replies, going back to tracing the lines of their patio table with his finger.

“But it’s going to, and we all know you’re going to say yes.  You two are made for each other.  I’m glad that my best friends are happy.  Besides, it’s a really nice ring.”

“You’ve seen it?” Michael asks, gaze snapping back to Calum.  A lazy grin spreads across his face, and this is definitely intentional.  He knows that now Michael is going to be thinking about this for the entire rest of the day.  Michael is going to trip Luke on his way over here so Calum’s food goes flying.

“Luke and I went with him to pick it out.”

“What?” he squawks.  “I’m the only one who hasn’t seen it?  Cal, that’s not fair .”

“What’s not fair?” Ashton asks, setting down a plate in front of Michael.  Calum snorts, but doesn’t say anything, so Michael sighs.

“All of you have seen the ring except me.”

“Oh, that.  You’re still not allowed to have a sneak peak,” he says, then turns to Calum and Luke.  “And neither of you are allowed to drop hints or encourage him to look for it.”

“I wasn’t going to,” Luke says.  Calum just grins, so Michael kicks him under the table.

“Ow! Fine, I won’t, either.”

“Good,” Ashton says.

“So have you guys thought about a wedding date, or…” Luke asks.

“No wedding talk until we’re actually engaged,” Michael says.  “Band rule, established right now.”

“Of course,” Luke says very seriously.  “You still need to have the option to say no.  I understand.”

“Hey,” Ashton says defensively.  Michael puts a hand on his thigh under the table, in case he’s about to get insecure and actually think Luke isn’t joking.

“If Michael says no, I’ll marry you, Ash,” Calum says.  “I’d be the better option, anyway.”

Michael really hopes Calum gets a huge bruise from the amount of times he’s kicked him under the table today.

“No one is marrying Ashton except me,” he says.  “Now we’re switching conversation topics, and you guys are going to stop bringing up our impending engagement until it actually happens.  Let’s talk about when Luke thought we had to pry the door open despite everyone telling us no brute force would be used.”

Luke huffs and sets off in a defense of every idiotic moment he had in the escape room, and Michael stabs his quiche and starts to eat.  Ashton’s hand lands on the one still resting on his thigh, squeezing briefly before he goes back to his own meal.  Michael smiles to himself and rolls around the word fiance and then the word husband in his mind a few times.

-/-

Michael manages to push thoughts of the ring to the back of his mind for about two weeks, but when Ashton steps in water because Moose knocked over her water dish and Michael goes to get him another pair of socks because he is a nice boyfriend, it comes rushing back into his mind.

Sock drawers are a very stereotypical place to hide an engagement ring.  Surely, Ashton wouldn’t hide his there.  Ashton is better than that.  He wouldn’t put it somewhere Michael would think to look if he was actually snooping, right?

“Hey Ash?” he calls.

“Yeah?”

“The ring’s not in your sock drawer, right?”

“What?”

“I said--” he starts to shout, but then Ashton appears in the doorway.  “I said, the ring’s not in your sock drawer, right?”

“No, it’s not,” Ashton says, smiling.  “You’re not going to find it unless you’re deliberately looking and get lucky.”

“Good,” Michael says, and he’s surprised by how relieved he feels.  He wants to get engaged, wants it even more now that he knows it’s so close to happening, but he doesn’t want to ruin whatever plan Ashton may or may not have.  If that includes not seeing the ring yet, he’s going to do whatever he needs to in order to not see the ring yet.

“It’s cute that you’re worried about that,” Ashton says, stepping closer and sliding his hands around Michael’s waist.  Michael’s own hands follow the lines of his arms up to the shoulders, tracing familiar muscles until he can properly play with the hairs at the back of Ashton’s neck.

“It’s cute that it’s something to worry about, in general.  Cute that you bought a ring and have it somewhere,” he says.

“Not as cute as you,” Ashton says.

“Obviously.  I’m the cutest,” Michael replies.  Ashton smiles, then ducks forward and kisses him quickly.

“Can I have my socks now, please?”

“No,” Michael says, pressing closer.  “I’m going to keep you here a little while longer.”

“Okay,” Ashton says, and meets him for another kiss easily.

-/-

Michael and Ashton try to have Date Nights every two weeks.  They do a lot of things that could be considered dates all the time, but Date Nights are for special things that they plan in advance.  Sometimes it’s as simple as a dinner out or going to a movie, and sometimes it’s an elaborate anniversary idea that involves a scavenger hunt around LA to places that hold significance to them, because Ashton knows Michael likes driving and they both like getting sentimental sometimes.

Ashton takes them to an arcade for this one, a reliable date that Michael always enjoys as if it’s his first time there.  They go late, so the place is full of young adults hanging out, bowling, or renting karaoke rooms.  Michael leads Ashton from game to game, offering advice on games they don’t know how to play and trash talk on the ones they do.  They make fools of themselves on a dance game, and do spectacularly bad on a knockoff version of Guitar Hero, which Ashton wins.  Michael loves every second of it, and he loves it more because Ashton is right there next to him, laughing and getting snacks and staring at Michael in that fond way that makes him feel like he’s melting from the inside out.

“This was a good one,” Michael says when they’re back in the car.

“That implies that I’ve ever taken you on a bad date,” Ashton says.

“The ridiculously long hike,” Michael reminds him.

“That wasn’t a bad date!  You admitted that the view was worth it!”

“Maybe I just meant that getting to see your smile was worth it.”

“That’s too cheesy and I’m not allowing it.”

“Fine.  The restaurant where we both got food poisoning.”

Ashton makes a face.

“I’ll give you that one.”

Michael tries to come up with another bad date example, but it doesn’t work.  There have to have been some, because you don’t go on dates consistently with the same person for a few years and not have a few misses, but all the amazing ones and the fact that each of them is intentional time spent with Ashton tend to cloud his memory.

“Seriously, though,” Michael says after a few moments.  “I had a really good time tonight.”

“The night’s not over yet,” Ashton says.  Michael glances at him as much as he can while driving.  He’s got a small smile on his face, looking out the window at the houses and other cars passing by.

“I thought we were going home?”

“We are,” Ashton says.  “That doesn’t mean I don’t have something else planned for us.”

“Like what?”

Ashton mimes zipping his lips.

“Ashton,” he whines.  Ashton laughs, but shakes his head.

“I’m not telling.  You’ll find out in five minutes.”

“Is this just your way of saying you want to have sex tonight?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed, but I really do have something else planned for us first.  Unless you need something to take the edge off?” Ashton asks, hand landing dangerously high on his thigh, big and warm through the fabric of Michael’s pants.

“No teasing while I’m driving,” he says, a rule they agreed upon because Michael is far too easily distracted when it comes to Ashton.

“I wasn’t going to do anything,” Ashton says, faux-innocent, but he shifts his hand to a more respectable place on Michael’s leg.

“Is it food?”

“I’m not telling.”

“Come on!”

“It’s five minutes, Mike.  You can wait for five more minutes.”

Michael pouts, but Ashton is more stubborn about stuff like this and just lets his thumb rub a gentle pattern on Michael’s leg right up until they get to the driveway and exit the car.

“Hey, go in without me, okay?  I need to check on something quick,” he says.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” Ashton says.  He leans forward and pecks him on the cheek, and Michael thinks his hand might be shaking slightly where it lands on his waist.  “I shouldn’t be too long.”

Michael wants to press, but something in Ashton’s voice stops him.  He looks at him, Ashton smiles back, jittery with something , and Michael says “okay” and enters the house alone.

The dogs greet him at the door, like they always do, and once they’re satisfied with a few ear rubs and cooed compliments he straightens up and freezes.

There’s string everywhere.  A piece of red yarn stretches through the entrance, taped to one spot on the wall, hooked on the coat rack, and disappearing into the living room.  Attached with a tiny clothespin is a piece of printer paper that reads MICHAEL! Start Here in Ashton’s handwriting.  Michael flips it over, but there’s nothing else on it, only a few more papers and photographs clothespinned to the string beyond.  Michael looks at the first one, a simple notecard.

October 2011, we met at a house party. I never told you, but I had to psych myself up to go over to you.  Something about you felt important, and now I know why.

Michael swallows.  He looks at the door behind him, as if Ashton might finish checking on whatever he was lying about and come join him, but it stays firmly shut.  This is a journey Michael is supposed to go on alone, evidently.

The next notecard talks about their first Facebook conversation.  Then there’s a picture, a printout of the one that was posted on the band social media on December 3 to announce Ashton as their new drummer.  It’s got writing all over the back of it, spilling over to another notecard because Ashton never sees the need to be concise when he has something specific to say.

Ashton talks about the Annandale, the electricity on stage despite how much they sucked back then, and he talks about taking this first step together as a band and how Michael looks under stage lights, high on adrenaline and music.

Michael follows the string to a screenshot from their “Teenage Dirtbag” cover, then to other notecards and pictures and moments that are somehow significant to the story of them .

Ashton talks about the day he picked Michael up from school without the other two and they got ice cream, then stayed out late enough that they had to get dinner at a McDonalds, too.  It wasn’t a date, but that night Michael couldn’t sleep, replaying every moment over and over in his mind and wondering what an actual date with Ashton would be like.

Ashton talks about recording their first EP, and he talks about their almost-kiss the first time they went to London.  He talks about Michael dying his hair and about their late-night writing sessions that always turned into just the two of them talking about things they couldn’t say to anyone else.  He talks about going on tour and how every fan vying for his attention could never keep it for long if Michael was there, too.  He talks about meeting Alex Gaskarth together, and he talks about his jealousy at seeing Michael come back from dates with an easy smile on his face while Ashton stewed and tried to figure out how to tell him how he felt.

Michael reads every notecard and back of a photograph carefully, tracing over the inked-on words with his finger and whispering them to himself, just to get a feel of what they taste like in his mouth.  The string stretches around the living room, winding through the kitchen and around to their makeshift studio in the basement, where Michael reads about their actual first date and first kiss in multiple notecards hung above the drum kit, one right after another.  He smiles to himself, sitting down on the drum stool to remember all of the things Ashton doesn’t have first-hand experience in, like how Michael spent two hours freaking out to Calum and then Luke about it, and how his heart was beating so wildly he thought he would have a heart attack right until he saw Ashton waiting for him with a smile, when everything seemed to slow down and settle.  In the end, the date itself felt as easy as breathing, jitters turning into excited thrills and anxiety melting into happiness.

He can recall that first goodnight kiss as if it were yesterday, despite how many they’ve shared since then.  He remembers the warmth of Ashton’s breath on his cheek in the second before he closed the gap, how tenderly his hands cupped Michael’s jaw, how the moment seemed to simultaneously stretch on forever and end before it started.

More than anything, Michael remembers how the kiss felt more like a promise than any verbal agreement ever could.

Michael traces their relationship through the basement, back up the stairs and around the game room and their bedroom.  Some of the notes make him giggle, a few make him blush, and one by their bedside table makes his mind turn to static for a few seconds.  There has to be well over one hundred notes throughout the house, but Michael can’t even wonder when Ashton possibly had time to do this while he’s reading such an enthralling account of their journey.

He finally finds the other end of the string taped to the wall by their patio door.

The third to last note reads: A few weeks ago you were helping me find an email and found the order confirmation for your engagement ring first.  I can’t begin to tell you what sorts of panicked thoughts raced through my mind, but all you did was continue your task, laugh with me, and promise not to look when I asked.  It made me want to marry you even more than I already did, which I thought was impossible.

The second to last note reads: I took you to the arcade tonight because I love watching you light up when you play games and how intently you focus on me when you’re helping.  I want to make you happy like that all the time.

The last note reads: In a few moments, once you come outside, I’m going to propose.

On autopilot, Michael opens the patio door and steps onto the deck.

Ashton is in the yard below, surrounded by strings of fairy lights.  He scrambles to standing once he spots Michael making his way slowly down the stairs to him.

There’s a ring box clutched tightly in his hand.  The ring box.  Michael almost stops short at the sight of it, but his feet are on autopilot, always headed towards Ashton.

“You’re crying,” Ashton says.  “I haven’t even said anything.”

Michael brings a hand to his face, and Ashton’s right.  His cheeks are damp, and he hadn’t even noticed.  He swipes at them, but it’s useless.  He’s so overwhelmed by nostalgia and love and Ashton, and now there’s a ring box and he’s resigned himself to becoming a blubbering mess by the end of this.

“You said quite a lot already,” Michael says thickly.  “Our home is covered in string and notecards.”

“And memories,” Ashton says.  “And I want to make more with you.  I want to keep making more until the day we die, and then maybe beyond that if there’s an afterlife.  Michael you’re--”

He pauses.  Swallows.  Michael wonders how long it took him to look at all of the notes while Ashton was out here alone, working himself up over this.

“I can’t properly put into words how much you mean to me.  I want to wake up next to you every morning and fall asleep next to you every night.  I want to be with you during the good days and hold you through the bad nights.  I want to hear every bad song you write and every good one and the mediocre ones in between.  I want to cook for you and argue about who’s turn it is to do the laundry.  I want to take care of you, and I want to let you take care of me.  Michael, I can’t love anyone else the way that I love you, and I don’t think anyone else can love me like you can, either.”

He sinks down to one knee, so sincere in what he’s saying, and Michael is already nodding before the ring box is even open.

“I haven’t asked the question yet,” Ashton says fondly.  “You have to let me ask the question.”

“Okay,” he laughs, the sound foggy with tears.  “Ask me, then.”

“Michael Gordon Clifford, will you marry me?”

“Yes!  Yes, of--”

He can’t say anything more because he’s bending down to kiss Ashton.  It’s a little gross, because he’s crying and Ashton’s tearing up too and the angle is so bad, but it’s their first kiss as fiances , and that means everything.  He pulls Ashton up and wraps his arms around his waist, tucking his face into his neck because he’s crying too hard to do anything else right now and needs a moment.  Ashton’s arms circle him, supporting him and keeping him safe and secure, and Michael thinks he could live in this moment for eternity if he didn’t want to have a million more moments with Ashton in the future.

When Michael has caught his breath, he pulls back enough to look at Ashton and chuckles at the tear tracks he sees.

“We’re a mess,” he says, reaching up to swipe at them with his thumbs.  “I can’t believe we’re engaged.”

“You haven’t even put on the ring yet,” he says, and Michael gasps.

“The ring!  I get to finally see it!  Can I--will you--”

“It’s right here,” Ashton says, holding up the box between them.  Michael looks at the band inside, silver metal with a golden outline.

“It’s platinum and rose gold,” Ashton says.  “It’s not quite a shiny diamond ring with your name on it, but if that’s a deal breaker I can get you another one.”

“It’s okay.  You showed up with the plane ticket a long time ago, so I think I can forgive the different ring.  Referencing the song fully would probably be too cheesy, even for us.”

“Yeah, probably,” Ashton says, taking Michael’s left hand gently and slipping the ring on.  It fits perfectly, and Michael stares at it for a moment, testing the new weight that he’s going to wear forever.

“It’s so beautiful,” he whispers.

“Worth the patience?” Ashton asks.  Michael gives him an exasperated look.

“You could have tossed me a ring pop while eating microwaved leftovers and it would have been worth the patience.  You didn’t have to go all out, although I loved it, obviously.  How did you even get that all set up?”

“We have some pretty good friends.”

“Of course we do,” Michael smiles.  He’ll have to thank them later.  “Still, all those notes you wrote... You really outdid yourself this time.”

“I wanted you to experience how you make me feel all the time,” Ashton shrugs.

“Overwhelmed?”

“Loved.”

Michael looks down at the ring again, a promise that he’d known was coming for weeks but that still somehow feels poignant displayed on his finger.  Nothing’s really changed with their relationship, just their titles for each other, but Michael loves it, knew he would since the moment he saw that email that let him know this was coming.  They keep so much of their relationship to themselves, confined to tender moments or small glances that no one else gets to see, but this is a sign for the world.  There’s a ring on Michael’s finger, and it means that he’s loved by and loves someone enough to know he’s going to spend the rest of his life with him.

“Maybe I’ll get you the shiny diamond ring,” he says, looking back to Ashton’s face.  “Just so you have something as a reminder, too.”

“I’d like that,” Ashton says.  He takes Michael’s hand, and Michael squeezes.

“Come on,” he says.  “I’m exhausted now.  This is one of the best nights of my life and I need to lay down to process it.”

“I can start taking down the string,” Ashton says, stepping around the fairy lights and flipping the off switch on the power cord they’re plugged in to, plunging the yard further into darkness.

“Don’t you dare,” Michael says.  “You’re coming to bed with me, and tomorrow we’re going to go through everything again together, with my commentary.  I can’t believe you thought you could send me on that emotional journey alone.”

“I should have known better.”  Ashton shakes his head, but Michael can still make out his grin in the dark.

“Yeah, you should have.  That’s the type of thing you know about the person you’re going to marry.”

“My fiance ,” Ashton says, and the sound of it coming from his mouth sends electricity up and down Michael’s spine.  “My husband-to-be.”

Michael makes a happy noise, pulling Ashton closer as they head inside to go through their nightly routine.  When teeth have been brushed and all the lights turned off, Michael curls around Ashton in the dark, legs tangled and his left arm securely around his chest.  Ashton covers his hand with his own, running a finger across the ring that Michael hasn’t taken off.

“My future husband,” he says sleepily, and Michael thinks the words have a nice ring to them.

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🌷jungkook having a crush on you🌷

- jk and you vibed so fast that you became close friends very quickly (the chaotic duo that tested hyung line's last nerves when you were in your mischievous mood)

-you sorta became an honorary member of the maknae line and after you pulled a prank on jin that included a chocolate cake, marmite and liquorice and ended up with jin's face shrivelling so bad that it may have caused him his first wrinkles

(his revenge was to serve you kimchi bokkeumbap with kimchi that had gone bad, which resulted in the worst heartburn you ever had ("an eye for a eye, y/n" - you, drinking your 3rd mint tea that night: "fair enough"), you redeemed yourself by buying him hyaluronic acid lotion and his favourite strawberry cheesecake, jk just laughed his ass off to the misery jin and you went through and blackmailed jin with marmite whenever they bickered ("it will hit u when u least expect it, hyung" - "I can't believed I raised lucifer himself"))

-anyway, jk and you are always very playful together, and you laugh so much when you're with him bc of his antics

-he doesn't mind being extra goofy to make you laugh, it lifts his spirits as well

-hates to see you sad/upset, namjoon and jk once spoke about you, after namjoon asked him about your guys' friendship and for the first time in ages he was sure jungkook had deeper feelings for someone, as he said: "I don't mind making a fool out of myself, if it brings a smile on y/n's face. hyung, I know this is going to sound weird but sometimes I feel like it is my purpose to show y/n everything good and funny, this is something I wanna keep doing for a long time." (tbh namjoon teared up)

-your guys' fav pastimes were watching cartoons/animes and you had a fiery competition going on in any kind of jump and run games, especially for sonic (you once beat jk after a 4 hour session and he threw a dramatic fit until you made him hot chocolate and he finally calmed down)

-would show you tons of pics and vids of gureum and filmed every minute of your first encounter

-your personal photographer tbh, you two could go chill in a parking lot and he would still do the most aesthetic shots

-despite all the funny moments you two also had serious conversations together. moments like that were rare and mostly after 2am when you two shared secrets with each other you didn't dare to speak about at daytime, like your views on love where jungkook first thought of how much he wants to be your "loved one"

-has a folder with his favourite pics of you or places that remind him of you somehow, but he'd never tell you that

- tries to impress you quiet often, like the time you went for karaoke

your pick: new face

his pick: vision of love

you: ????????? bitch ?????? do i look like i can sing a mariah song????

jk: well....... i can..... 👀

you: i'll see you at the whistle notes

jk: i've made a huge mistake

-you're usually the first person to listen to his covers and he looooves seeing your reaction to it (but he's usually pretty nervous about it too)

- cannot concentrate for shit when you're watching him during dance practice, so hobi told you, in a nice way, to stay away from dance practice for the sake of bts and jk apologised like 12 times to everyone, he got better at focusing over time and you watched him once in a while... but he'd get v shy when he had to do hip thrusts and stuff, you'd just laugh it off but in reality you were just trying to hide you how much he actually affects you, especially during a choreo like that

-the boys teased him quite a lot about you and he'd get all whiny and say it's not like he had a crush on you or something

vmin: *laughing*

sope: *shaking their heads*

jin: oh reallyyy~~

namjoon: so you're ok with the fact y/n is on a date rn?

jungkook: WHAT

- so namjoon took out his phone and showed jk that you updated your story with some food pic where you could see a man's hand in the background, who was also tagged in the pic

namjoon: see? that guy also tagged y/n here in his pic

jk: .....

-the guys stopped teasing him the second they realized how upset jk actually was (he went completely silent, eyebrows furrowed), yoongi just stated the obvious: "our maknae is in love, huh", the boys smiled and jungkook nodded with a sad look on his face

-the next time you visited the guys jungkook was visibly flustered around you and would be just overwhelmed with the entire situation bc he wanted to know who that guy was, but he didn't know how to ask and neither did he want to intrude and what if you're taking it the wrong way and say that it's none of his business and suddenly he loses his best friend because of some stupid guy in a stupid picture and some stupid hypothetical date.... overthinking at its finest, as you can see...

-you didn't know why he became so awkward around you, the boys obviously knew but they couldn't say anything without risking jungkook completely losing his shit, but jungkook avoided you and left early when you were there and you were like "... why"...well the boys knew why but they couldn't say anything

-you tried talking to him but he tried to avoid you since he got so flustered around you that he'd stuttering, get embarrassed about it and then leave...

-you asked the boys about it, but they wouldn't say anything but tbh this was almost painful to watch for them bc they love their maknae but they knew this wasn't going anywhere.... so their eldest took the matter into his own hands and talked to you and asked you about the guy in your story.....

-shortly after that, the guys went to europe for vacation. jungkooks airport look was something for the goth look book once again, while the other guys looked bright and ready for their time off, and jin was like "oh here we go again" and once again jk helped out...

- the boys knew he kept himself busy the entire time after things got awkward with you, but they didn't exactly know what he was doing in his studio, only taehyung knew he was editing something

-so the boys were enjoying their time off and even got jungkook's mind off of you with some sightseeing and other leisure activities they had planned

-but at the end of the day, he thought of you and read your last messages over and over again. the last time you had texted was when you wished him a good time in europe and he thanked you. he sighed as he realized how your long texts with each other had turned into such short ones within 1 week

- yoongi: i cannot take this anymore, we need to do something about this

jin: i did. i invited y/n to join us.

the boys: ???

jin: all expenses on the company.

the boys: ?????????

-also, this was the first time you guys were separated, and it gave him the chance think about what he truly wants for you two, friendship or more.. he decided to confide in namjoon and jin about it and seek advice

namjoon: i'm sure y/n likes you too, and even if not, which I really doubt, at least you'll get it sorted out that way and carry on

jk: hyung, see that's the thing. if my feelings will not be reciprocated, i won't be able to continue a friendship... that's why I am so scared.

jin: y/n's coming here, tomorrow, jk, only for you, so i'm pretty sure your feelings will be reciprocated. just be honest about them.

jk: what do you mean y/n's gonna be here tomorrow?

jin: exactly that.

jk: with all due respect, hyung-nim, what the fuck

(-namjoon cackling in the background-)

-so jin explained how he asked you about joining them bc jk was so down and reassured jk that he didn't tell you anything about his feelings and that you solely come there bc you also had 2 weeks off and you wanted to spend time with him, even though jin had some convincing to do since you thought it might be awkward between jk and you

- jin: also, the supposed date on her story? that was just a night out among co-workers, so it was definitely not a date, I asked y/n about it

jk: ....... why didn't you tell me sooner? why are you telling me that a week later, when I'm in another country??

jin: remember the time you put actual fish oil in my bungeoppang?

jk:

jin: see, you did this and I'm still arranging you a romantic getaway, like the merciful god i am

jk: oh my god

jin: exactly

-jk texted you the same night and asked you where you are and said that jin told him everything. "maybe I should let the food war continue after all..", you thought and rolled your eyes. you sent jungkook a pic from the view you had from your hotel room, where you arrived a few hours prior, and he could clearly recognize that you were indeed there, as unbelievable as it was for him.

you: I can't believe jin ruined the surprise

jk: trust me, it still was a huge surprise for me

you: a good one, I hope?

jk: definitely... you know, i actually wanted to text you.

you: about the past week, i suppose?

jk: kinda. i'm going to send you something. it was done rather quickly, so have some mercy on me with that.. and please don't be mad at me

you: ok..? you're kind of worrying me here

jk: and y/n.. i won't say anything about it, it should speak for itself.. and please don't say anything about it until I see you tomorrow, ok?

you: alright..

jk: I'll see you at the café jin hyung told me about, depending on the answer you're gonna give me

you: I'll be there, no matter what

jk: ok, then, yellow shirt in case you're answer is positive, black shirt in any other case, how about that?

you: fine by me koo ☺️

jk: ok...... here goes nothing 🙇🏻‍♂️

-what he sent you was a gcf with your name as the title and what followed was a beautiful compilation of your favourite moments you and jungkook had shared, and some moments you weren't even aware of the fact that he was filming you..some scenes, for example: your guys' trip to lotte world, you giggling into the camera when turned the cam to both of you wearing bunny ears, you laughing your ass off while filming him dancing to cl's "hello bitches", you on the day you went to the planetarium together, the time you came over to his place with food after he was too exhausted to do anything after practice and you watched "spirited away" together, then you playing with gureum while he giggles behind the camera, you being bts' no 1 hype man during their concert preparations, some videos where you cheered for him during the days you two spent apart bc of award shows.... and at the end of the video there was a single picture of you two, where you smiled widely into the camera, while he looked at you with a shy smile on his face... and finally, you heard his voice saying the words which appeared on screen: "be my loved one".

- the next day, jungkook was waiting for you in the café opposite the church, where you would come to as well. he was nervous as hell and honestly he still wasn't sure if you're actually going to come there or if jin played a prank on him. he checked his texts again and again and just stared at the "read" sign beneath the text and the video he sent you and mentally slapped himself for telling you to keep your answer to yourself until you meet him in the café. he started overthinking again, to a point where he zoned out so much that he didn't even notice 6 guys with huge sunglasses and a suspicious lot of newspapers, sitting at another table what finally made him snap back into reality was the sound of someone pulling the chair at his table, which instantly made him turn around only to see you sitting down next to him, right at the moment when the bells started ringing. undoubtedly, the colour yellow has never made jungkook happier.

💕

epilogue:

-at the dorms with the boys after you left your company dinner party early-

jimin: why'd you come back so early?

you: because SOMEONE almost broke my co-workers hand during a handshake

jk: it's called asserting dominance, y/n, don't you ever listen to david attenborough sunbaenim?

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“So, you want to stay over?” with Peter Parker. (part two)

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(Part one)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: You and Peter wake up after spending the night together and you decide on whether you want to confess your feelings to him or not.

Words: 1.2k

A/N: Some of you asked for a part two soo here it is! I like how this turned out since I’m a sucker for fluff lol hope you guys like it too xx

 You woke up to find Peter’s arm still wrapped around your waist. He was facing towards you and you could hear his little snores. You normally teased him about it but secretly, you thought it was cute. Then again, you thought everything about him was cute. ‘How could I not?’ you thought as you watched him sleep. His brown wavy hair had fallen across his face. You could tell he was hot from the color on his cheeks and the small droplets of sweat on his forehead. You grabbed the blanket that rested on his body and gently pulled it down his waist. After that small movement, the hand that rested on your waist tightened and he instinctively pulled you closer to himself. Now that you were closer to him, you could smell the faint odor of his cologne more clearly. You thought about the possibility of being in his arms like this whenever you wanted. All you had to do was to tell him that you liked him. A lot. Then you thought about the possibility of ruining everything between the two of you by telling him your little secret. You didn’t think you were brave enough to confess your feelings to him. You didn’t know if it was a risk that you could take. You gently placed your head on his chest and closed your eyes. As your head laid on his chest, you thought about how beautiful everything could be if he felt the same way towards you but you knew that once he woke up, you two would go back to being just friends.

You laid there for a few more minutes while you enjoyed being in his arms before you felt his body shift underneath you. You looked up at him to find him already staring at you. Your heart started beating faster when you realized how close his face was to yours.

“Good morning, did you sleep well?” he asked quietly. You nodded. “You?”

He nodded as he said “Really well.” With a small smile. The two of you fell silent after that. You felt awkward just lying there on his chest as neither of you spoke. You were used to the two of you just joking around and teasing each other about the silliest things, not lying in his arms after spending the night together. Also, you were pretty sure he could feel how fast your  heart was beating against his chest so you slowly pushed yourself up.

“You do know you snore, right?” You asked, smirking as you got up on your feet.

“I’m not even gonna try and argue with you on that.” He said with a dramatic sigh.

“Oh come on, you know it’s true.  At some point, I seriously wanted to jump off the window. ” You said with a small laugh as you redid your ponytail. His face impression changed into a worried one.

“Really?” His voice trailed off. “I-I thought you slept good.”

You felt bad for making him feel guilty. You thought he would get that it was just a joke by the tone of your voice because he always did. You quickly explained yourself. “I’m only kidding, Pete.” You said with a reassuring smile. “I did sleep really well.”

You noticed his shoulders relax but now he was embarrassed for making a big deal out of a simple joke. You wanted to change the subject so you suggested going the small frozen yogurt place near his house for breakfast. You washed your face and put on your shoes as you waited for him to get ready. Once he was all set, you two left the house and started walking to the frozen yogurt place. You talked casually about school, the upcoming exams and the new TV show you two started watching together last week. Once you arrived at the place, Peter ordered your usuals. You guys usually came to this place after school with Ned to get frozen yogurt and eat it while walking home.

He handed you your bowl and took a spoon of his. “It’s really nice outside today. How about we walk through the park?” He suggested. You swallowed before answering, “Sure.”

As you strolled along the park together, your arms brushed against one another’s. You couldn’t help but think of this as a date. I mean you knew it wasn’t but it was still nice to imagine. What would his reaction be if you told him you liked him right now? Thinking of all the possibilities was driving you crazy. You were overthinking everything and you had got to stop doing that.

“Um Pete?”

“Yeah?” He turned to look at you with raised eyebrows.

“I-I gotta ask you something.” He nodded his head, urging you to go on.

“Would you ever stop being my friend?” you asked looking down. He stopped walking and held your arm to stop you too. “What kind of a question is that?”

You shifted on your feet as you looked around. “Okay,” You exhaled. “Um, let’s say, hypothetically, that I liked you. Let’s just assume that I really liked you and told you how I feel about you,” You finally looked up at him as you continued, “Would you stop being my friend?”

“You,” He mumbled. “-you like me?” He looked at you, shock written all over his face.

“I-I didn’t say that. I said hypotheticall-”

“(Y/N). Please be honest.” He insisted. It was now or never, you thought.

“I- I do like you. I’ve liked you ever since we met and I’m sorry for hiding it from you all this time but I couldn’t risk our friendship.” It felt like your heart was going to burst out of your ribcage but you kept talking. “You mean a lot to me, Pete. Even if you don’t like me back.” You couldn’t look at his face anymore. You felt like you were going to turn into flames under his burning gaze. You shifted on your feet, played with your bracelet, and noticed that your yogurt was now melted. You wondered why he hadn’t said anything yet. You finally gathered your courage to look back up at him. He was grinning, from ear to ear. “Uhh…why are you grinning?” It was your turn to look at him with shocked eyes now.

“I just…can’t believe it took you this long to tell me how you feel.”

“Wait, you’re not mad at me?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“Why would I be mad at you? Actually, now that I think about it, I am kinda mad at you… for not telling me sooner.”

“Wait, Peter, what does that even mean and… why are you smiling like that? You’re freaking me out.” You did not expect him to react like this at all. Then again, you never told anyone you liked them before so you didn’t know what to expect.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He asked. Your facial expression clearly said no so he did the first thing that came to his mind. He gently grabbed your face and leaned in close to you, his lips inches from yours. He locked eyes with you just for a few seconds to make sure you were okay with it before placing his lips onto yours. The kiss was simple and sweet, enough for your heart to skip a beat. The breakfast bowls in your hands now completely forgotten. He slowly pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against yours. “Is it obvious now?” he whispered. You answered him by kissing him back again.