#all thanks to an oomf who came to me with the suggestion

[scarnemo]

beauty and the beast

[goldentsum]

can we pls get more of the idol reader thirst posts 😫 i need some for the middle blockers

━ thirst post with idol! reader - middleblocker ver

CHARACTERS: hinata shouyou, tsukishima kei, matsukawa issei, haiba lev, tendou satori, and suna rintarou

GENRE: suggestive themes, crack

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i just love suna and matsun wtf.. APPRECIATE MY BABIES! DO NOT SLEEP ON THEM TF

setters ver. | captains ver. | wingspikers ver. | libero ver. | spin-off ver. | spin-off 2

━ hinata ♡

He knew you from Bokuto and his loud mouth. Hinata thanked Bo almost every day for letting him know you and your group! 

You were the tallest in your group making Shou kinda salty but if anyone makes you feel bad about your height HE WILL FIGHT EVERYONE

A soft stan but damn your legs is a sight to see. Your thighs so plump and supple and your legs toned omg 🥵

[k1ckme_onmyface.yn]: HER LEGS ARE SO LONG! please wrap your legs around me and suffocate me or something. jUST please do something to me, (y/n)! 🥺🥺

━ tsukishima ♡

tOL BOY IS a PERVVV, he runs a blog about you and just rant there about how perfect you are (thirsting) and will fight anyone who says otherwise

but sometimes he questions himself why tf is his bias you because you do some stupid shit

other than that, he finds you absolutely perfect and just wanna wreck your entire being like you wreck him oomf--! Tsukki knows he should feel bad and sad when he saw you cry but why tf did his dick got hard when he saw your teary eyes and red nose??? 

[grind.onme_y/n]: I just wanna make (y/n) cry and make her scream until her soft and pretty voice is all raspy :)

━ matsukawa ♡

He was supposed to be a lowkey fan but when he heard some girl talk shit about you on the streets, Mattsun was so ready to throw hands. Makki was holding him back from going up to the random girl’s face and rant about how every single thing about you was perfect! 

I headcanon that he can draw and he makes really beautiful fan arts of you,, he also has another account for 18+ fan arts and dAMN it was really something

Issei is a daddy dom and you being the baby of the group, being bratty as always, triggers him! 

[y/ns_daddydom]: (y/n) being a brat is triggering my dominant side! I just wanna teach her a lesson and tie her up with a vibrator attached inside her 😛😛 but i wouldn’t really change my bratty babygirl~ 😛😛

━ lev ♡

lev is just a tOL baby and he can be quite innocent,, though him being a scorpio suggest something else for me 

He probably just stan you and your group but then! he stumbles across a random smut and read the dirty fanfic of you... and now he has some uNHOLY IMAGES ABOUT YOU IN HIS HEAD

Lev now read smuts EVERYDAY and everytime he sees you, you lowkey get into a certain position close to the smut fics he read and he couldn’t help but imagine you moaning and getting your guts rearranged

[wannabend_over.y/nand.hit]: (y/n) is really flexible, huh... ahem... the world isn’t fair because I can’t fold (y/n) into two and blow my load into her 😔😔

━ tendou ♡

THIS BOY NASTY!! DIRTY! Tendou was always a dirty man, to begin with, but when you came along, HE BECAME REALLY NASTY! He probs beat his meat 3 times a day for you, pft

One day he was just scrolling through twitter in his fan account when he came across a video with a black background and it has your moans over it, from when you got your painful massage after your dance practice, and an additional wet squelching sounds as if to suggest you were fingering yourself

satori: oho what do we have here? guess, it’s ‘beat the meat’ time~ <3

[cantyn_beatmymeat_formethistime]: i have found a masterpiece! a TREASURE that I will keep forever!! Now I just want to finger (y/n), feeling her tight wet cunt around my fingers, with her lovely moans echoing in the room~ 😍

━ suna ♡

people just don’t know how dirty his thoughts can get except the miya twins, to whom he sends his thirsting thoughts and your content. Atsumu can’t take another minute of Suna gushing about how soft and small your hands are and how it would look so perfect around his big di--

atsumu: STOP! STOP!! I DON’T WANNA HEAR IT!! JUST STOP!

suna: lol nope

He was watching your vlive as you teaching your fans how you make pancakes for breakfast and being the clumsy baby that you are, the whipped cream just flew all over you. 

[creampied_y/ndestroys.me]: LOOK AT HER, all covered in whipped cream! This brings me back to my thoughts about how good (y/n) would look covered in cum. Seeing (y/n)’s soft skin covered in my cum and her pussy also brimming with it is enough to send me to hell 😌😌 and i would be satisfied~ 😌

[heyitssmiller]

Mills, may I interest you in another Hogwarts story? (but this time I put the boys in the same house :)) @lumosinlove

He’d been having a good dream - a really, really good dream - about him sitting by the Black Lake with Finn and Leo while they took stupid Polaroids of each other and shared soft kisses in between bites of their picnic. So why the fuck was he awake, when he could be unconscious right now (and dreaming about laying in the grass with the prettiest people he knew?)

Turns out James Potter is the reason, as he is currently banging on the door to their dorm and cursing like a muggle.

“You two better be up and ready, or I swear to God I will bench you.”

Logan groans, long and drawn out so James can hear just how he feels about being woken up at an ungodly hour. But instead of buggering off, James hits the door again.

“We’re leaving for the pitch as a team, so if you want breakfast I suggest you get out here now!”

“On our way!” Logan shouts back, sighing in relief when he hears James’ footsteps echoing down the stairs. He nearly relaxes back into his pillow before he feels an arm snake around his waist and hears a sleepy huff behind him. It’s then that he realizes he is not in his own bed.

Really, Logan should be used to waking up in Finn’s bed now (or sometimes Leo’s, if his dorm mates are gone). This... thing going on between the three of them has been happening since the beginning of term, and Logan still has a hard time wrapping his head around it. It’s lovely, but strange.

“I’m going to curse him.” Finn grumbles from behind him, and Logan has to take a second to remember how to inhale. Finn’s morning voice does things to him, like steal his breath away.

“You know how James is on game days.” Logan says.

Finn huffs, like he’s trying to laugh but isn’t awake enough to do so. “He’s a fucking lunatic, you mean?”

“Exactly.”

Finn raises his head off the pillow to look at the alarm clock on Logan’s side of the bed. (They have sides now. The thought makes Logan’s stomach feel all fluttery)

“For fuck’s sake, the game is at noon! What is James going to have us do for the next six hours?”

That’s another thing Logan loves about Finn in the mornings. The boy swears like a sailor when he’s tired and hasn’t had his coffee, and his bed head sticks up in the most endearing ways. It makes Logan think about what they could do for the next six hours, with Leo, alone in their dorm.

Finn lets out a shocked “oomf” as Logan yanks him by the shoulder, pulling him down to his chest. It’s clumsy, and Logan’s ribs hurt when Finn’s elbow lands on them but he doesn’t care much when their lips meet. He cares fuck all about anything else when he’s got Finn on top of him.

Logan would spend all day here, if it weren’t for his stupid teammates.

“We’re leaving for the pitch in twenty!” Sirius shouts from outside their door. Finn curses again, not even bothering to answer Sirius as he climbs out of bed and pulls Logan up with him.

“Shit, where are our jerseys?” Finn asks, searching under their clothes that are littering the floor.

“We laid them out on my bed last night.”

Finn rushes over, almost tripping over a pair of jeans and throwing Logan his jersey before pulling his own on.

Logan winces as he bends down to grab his socks, trying to be subtle about it. Finn, the absolute arsehole, does not give him the courtesy of pretending not to notice.

“You okay there, Lo?”

Logan glares at him, putting on his socks harsher than necessary. “Remind me not to give into your ‘bedroom eyes’ the night before a game.”

That earns him a laugh. “Oh, this is my fault? Who came onto who last night? I can’t remember.”

“Shut up.” Logan says without any bite.

Finn just beams back at him.

---

James is walking around to each player to talk individual strategy with them when Logan and Finn walk in. Leo is a bit embarrassed with himself at how quickly his heart rate picks up.

It’s only obvious to Leo what Finn and Logan were up to last night. Everyone else is too focused on their eggs and toast to notice Logan’s slight limp and Finn’s self satisfied smile. Or maybe Leo just pays too much attention to them. Who’s to say?

“Oi! What took you two so long? D’ya go to bed late or something?” Marlene asks from her end of the table. Leo zones in on the slight flush that appears on Finn’s neck.

Logan darts his eyes to Leo for a split second before looking back at Marlene. “Um, no,” he clears his throat, “Just couldn’t find our jerseys, that’s all.”

Leo smirks and looks down at his eggs and toast to play a picture of innocence as he stretches his leg out to brush his foot against Logan’s calf, telling him I know what you did last night. The resulting flush matches Finn’s.

“Ah, my fellow chasers! Glad you could make it.” James says, suddenly appearing behind them. “Wouldn’t want you two to miss out on the game.”

“The game that is still five hours away.” Talker mutters under his breath, looking half awake.

“Better to be prepared!” James cheers, and then goes to sit back down. At last, breakfast can continue quietly, and uneventful.

At least, uneventful until the team is walking out of the great hall, with Logan, Finn and Leo hanging back so they can walk together. That’s when McGonagall stops them just outside the doors.

“Good luck today boys. I know you'll do well.”

Leo thinks that’s the end of the conversation, as they thank her and continue down the corridor, but McGonagall calls out to them again.

“Oh, and Mr. O’Hara? Mr. Tremblay?” All three boys turn around to find a barely concealed smile on her face.

“I love the support you are showing for each other, but please remember to switch into your own quidditch jerseys before the game.” And with that, she disappears into the great hall.

Leo laughs hard at the wide eyed look on Finn’s face as he takes in their switched jerseys, displaying the other’s last name on the back.

He's going to fall for these two idiots so hard.

AAAAAH I LOVE IT!!!!

[whatiwillsay]

kaylor oomfs avert your eyes 😞

i get asked from time to time “why don’t you like kaylor, why don’t you like karlie, why do you think kaylor isn’t together? why aren’t you and ttb married yet?” and i think it’s high time i centralize my thoughts and receipts on all of that in a little timeline of shady things karlie has done to taylor that have made me wary of kaylor/karlie/that whole situation.  don’t read if you stan kaylor this isn’t for you (unless you know you’re interested in the truth.)

first things first, i do think something romantic happened between kaylor go read @swiftiesleuth‘s realistic kay timeline for what i (generally) think happened between them.

but long story short - i think joshlie is real, i think they weren’t all that serious at the beginning, she famously didn’t meet his family for years, he didn’t take her to work events for a long time, so there’s room for her to have a fling with taylor even though we ended up with a real joshlie endgame.

taylor’s music and art supports this theory - in the wd mv she paints herself as the other woman, on rep she sings of secret sexy sex with her best friend that drives her crazy, in cruel summer she sings of a miserable, secret, and toxic situation with a person who rejects her love, in illicit affairs and august again she is the other woman - the art matches up.�� she also sings about her sunshine being gone on lover, and eclipsed on folklore. we have good clues in taylor’s artistic expression.

taylor’s given interviews about some of these karlie songs - she said cruel summer was about the start to a “doomed” relationship and look at what she said about august:

“It kind of explores the idea of the undefined relationship. As humans, we're all encouraged to just be cool and just let it happen, and don't ask what the relationship is — Are we exclusive? But if you are chill about it, especially when you're young, you learn the very hard lesson that if you don't define something, oftentimes they can gaslight you into thinking it was nothing at all, and that it never happened. And how do you mourn the loss of something once it ends, if you're being made to believe that it never happened at all?”

if joshlie is real which i think they are that 100% sounds like taylor having to process being gaslit by karlie while she cheats on josh with her.

so why do i think joshlie is real?

-  josh has no credible gay rumors that didn’t originate on gaylor tumblr: he has old ex gfs that came before karlie, harvard message boards gossiped about him and didn’t like him but never said that he was gay, in fact one of the complaints josh’s schoolmates had about him was that he got special treatment for her girlfriend at parties.

-  as stated before taylor’s art suggests she’s been the other woman with someone in her life recently.  if josh and karlie are beards then what is the affair? why is taylor the other woman so often all of a sudden?

-  i’ve spoken to someone with a mutual friend with the kushners - grain of salt of course, i know you can only trust stuff you hear from me with no proof so much, but i do absolutely trust this person and they say - no way in hell is joshlie fake, no way in hell is josh gay, no way in hell is karlie having taylor’s baby.  also karlie absolutely has moved down to miami with josh.  i’m sure we’ll see her in nyc and la from time to time but she is living in miami now.

-  vicky ward, who is a real investigative journalist not some unhinged person on tumblr, wrote a tell all about the kushners.  she uncovered gay rumors about josh’s father and josh’s brother but not josh.  she had actual sources and was legitimately digging up tons of dirt on these people and not a word about josh being gay or joshlie being fake.

-  yes karlie did convert to judaism.  it’s really offensive to suggest she didn’t.  of course she always could have done it for personal reasons but occam’s razor dictates she did it for josh i don’t know what else to tell you 🤷‍♀️

-  also just vibes.  karlie writes him love notes and leaves them with his breakfast.  they make playlists for one another.  if the kushners weren’t so heinous they’d be cute.

so in the joshlie is real world view i inhabit, i don’t stan kaylor the same way i do swiftgron because i don’t think kaylor was ever a committed monogamous relationship.  important and impactful on taylor’s life? absolutely.  inspired some amazing music? 100%. but was is true and tragic love that drives me insane and makes me feral?  no.  i don’t believe so.  is it still an interesting and iconic ship? yes!  but i don’t stan because it wasn’t like...true love or gay shit like that.

so let’s talk about karlie’s screwups that 1. assure me kaylor is not together and 2. make me have no desire to stan karlie/kaylor.

1.  after the kimye drama (something that deeply traumatized taylor we now know thanks to miss americana) karlie said she was sure kim was a lovely person 😭 now i know she walked it back and tweeted she and taylor had one another’s backs. i know karlie was just trying to be diplomatic.  but come on...if someone did what kim did to taylor to my lover or hell even just my friend i would say “fuck that clout chasing fame whore” bottom line.  c’mon guys.  have higher standards for your otp.

karlie also has vibed with kim on IG about her adidasas line.  recently!  yes i know she’s just promoting her brand but c’mon.  taylor still hates kim, their drama got rehashed in march 2020 and just 6 months later kim n karlie are bestie-ing around on ig.

2.  ALL the fucking masters drama and scooter fucking braun

-  not long at all after the masters heist karlie was palling around with scooter on a yacht like come on the only other thing taylor is equally as traumatized over as the kimye drama is the master’s heist.  why is karlie hanging out with him and partying with him at this time?

-  karlie liked a tweet completely incinerating taylor (in a gross and unfair/inaccurate way) regarding the masters heist.  she unliked it but still.  why was she even looking at that shit.

-  and yeah we gotta talk about perez.  so perez hilton (who is a scumbag and gross but sometimes does have legitimate tea) posted a video saying that karlie and taylor were no longer friends because karlie betrayed taylor to scooter.  now if that were all there was to it, it’d be dumb gossip.  but a taylor fan account posted the video to twitter ashley avignone and claire winter both liked the tweet.  ashley liked two tweets about it.  perez proceeded to tweet that since two of taylor’s oldest and truest friends liked the tweets it must mean he was correct and neither of the girls unliked the tweets.  ashley and claire are low key people, not celebs, not pawns in a “fued narrative”, just long time and loyal friends of taylor’s.  they liked the tweet, imo, because there’s some truth to it.

-  that brings me to spencer pratt.  spencer is a reality star and super swiftie/huge fan of taylor’s.  he despises karlie.  he’s tweeted negatively about her and he also had perez onto his podcast to talk about the drama between karlie and taylor.  taylor herself sent him a cardigan.  do you really think taylor is going to allow a cardigan to go out to the guy who’s dragging her girlfriend or bestie? i don’t think so.  receipts on perez and spencer here.

3.  karlie posted for hailey fucking beiber’s bday instead of taylor’s and hailey hates taylor 🤢🤢🤢

4.  karlie married into a fascist family that is associated with the trumps.  like how can you expect me to stan?  trump is a fucking criminal evil piece of shit.  i know karlie isn’t like him (probably) but it’s still awful.  kimby even goes around liking ivanka’s ig posts like give me a fucking break 😭.

in summation, you can disagree w me all you like, you can ship kaylor all you like, but if you’re of sound mind i don’t think you can look at the facts in this post and think i’m misguided for not being a kaylor/karlie stan.  and you can’t blame me for thinking if you spend a lot of time obsessing over that ship you may not really be that big a fan of taylor’s.  and if you’re spending a lot of time leading lgbt kids on to think they’re going to get a kaylor end game when all the objective facts of the case suggest that that’s never going to happen you might need to reevaluate but at the very least you certainly can’t press me for not doing all that.

[sleepyowlwrites]

find the word tag CCXXVI

I am working my way through “an appropriately unhinged recap of pretty little liars” and it is a great time especially since I will never watch the show. I should be sleeping. I need the sleeps. but no. first I must do this tag and then eat a donut and THEN I can sleep. maybe. uh anyway in reference to that hope thanks Ember @ashen-crest​

comfort (shots)

"I should get back out there."

"No," she said it firmly, though it could barely be heard over the din of hospital noise and people hovering around her. Lexi wasn’t sure if she wanted him to stay for her own comfort or his safety.

"Is she okay?" Jay asked his brother, because of course Will was there whenever she got hurt. It was just destiny at this point. She was irrevocably tied to the Halstead brothers. That or she was just delirious.

warm (the dearest thing, 2016)

Something like arms is holding me close It's warm and it's comfortable, I love it the most The sweater that smells so exactly like you You're my home and my heart, and I love you

sleep (youth story d0 - kept this one long because oomf)

“You okay?” Cal was the one who spoke.

Mark kept his eyes on R, though. He was so tall and intimidating with Mark so weak and exposed and sick, slumped over on the couch. The couch wasn’t even his. The couch that was in the house of the two brothers who were waiting for an answer about whether or not Mark was okay and Mark did not know if he was okay and was it okay to say that? To the people that let him sleep on their couch while he was sick? The couch at least deserved an answer after all the scratching Mark had done to it.

“I don’t know if he’s totally here,” Cal whispered, and Mark realized belatedly that he and R had swapped positions and now it was R who was kneeling in front of him and that was really weird.

Then R’s hand came up and Mark absolutely did not mean to flinch. R looked even more pained than Mark’s throat and everything was horrible for several seconds. R took a breath and moved his hand slowly toward Mark’s face, palm up and fingers relaxed. Mark was not afraid of that hand. Again, weird.

The hand stopped moving when it made contact with Mark’s forehead. A moment later, it slid down to rest on his cheek. Mark was uncomfortable because this was R, his mortal enemy, but the hand was so gentle and R’s face was completely devoid of anger or judgment. Mark knew he was supposed to remain in opposition of R but it was really hard when he felt so tired and miserable and R was doing gentle things with his hands that hadn’t been gentle toward him before.

Something was very wrong about this but Cal would be yelling if R was doing something wrong, so maybe this was right and all the other stuff they’d been doing was wrong. Maybe the mortal enemies thing was a lie.

fluff (a fluffy moment of choice)

"So what do you think?"

Mark pinched the bridge of his nose. "I think all this constant scheming to make my life better is giving me a headache."

Daniel let the list fall to the floor. It drifted lazily before settling against one of his shoes, unbothered by anything. Daniel looked at it for a moment, then snatched it back up again, huffing.

"Well, maybe if you showed some enthusiasm-" he clicked his tongue.

Mark sighed. "I am literally wearing a shirt you bought me. I went on a walk with Cal and Evie today and had to suffer through them taking a million pictures and including me in them. I gave Nyks a hug, unprompted!"

Daniel blanched a little. "Yes, all good things. I just have a few more suggestions."

"I am not a people person. I am a person for my people and that's it. If you buy me a shirt I guess I'll wear it. But I'm not going shopping with you."

Daniel folded his arms. Mark didn't fold his, but he had the sort of shoulders that didn't need the help.

"Fine. Was it a nice walk?"

"Evie didn't try and hold my hand, so yeah. I guess it was."

"She doesn't try to hold just anybody's hand, you know."

"Just people who don't want to be holding it. Or the Blakesleys."

Daniel held out his hand. "What about me? Would you hold my hand?"

Mark dropped visibly. "I don't like you right now. You were trying to make me sociable."

"But later?" Daniel perked up.

"Uh," Mark sighed again. "Later."

Daniel beamed.

I love these dumb children so much. sweater, hat, boots, gloves, coat. BONUS: crisp, chill. @vellichor-virgo @writeblrfantasy @ecwrenn @pepperdee @uraniumwriting OR ANYBODY or nobody

[icyymocha]

Flowers

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 2,282k 

It was spring. Flowers were blooming, birds were singing to their heart’s content. New York felt alive and colorful. Meaning lots of flowers and lots of spring cleaning. There was someone who wasn’t very fond of spring, flowers nor spring cleaning. Bucky grumbled out of bed, hiding his face in his pillow as Steve opened the curtains. 

“Wake up Buck, it’s spring cleaning week,” Steve said almost too joyfully. Hearing no response on Bucky’s end, Steve’s eyes glint with mischief. Sensing his best friend’s mischief, Bucky groaned.

“Don’t you fucking dare” 

“Too late!” Steve ripped the blanket covers away from Bucky and hopped on his back. Steve laid on him with his full weight. Bucky groaned even more. 

“What the fuck Steve!?!” Bucky huffed. Both men were full of muscles, Bucky thought Steve weighed more. Steve immediately protests that Bucky goes to the gym a lot more than him—to which Bucky denies too quickly. 

“Language!—Hey, I will only get off of you if you get ready for spring cleaning” Steve said, smiling at the noises of protests from his best friend. 

“You can even help out Y/N with the flower arrangement for the spring day festival Tony is doing for charity” Steve smirked as he suggested this idea. Instantaneously, Bucky shut up. He outweighed his pros and cons. On the pro side, if he does get up, Bucky and y/n can hang out alone while helping her with the flower arrangement. Just the two of them. But on the other hand on the con side, he would have to do his duties with spring cleaning. He knew Steve would suggest this after a lot of annoyance on Steve’s part for Bucky to spill out of how much a big crush he has on y/n. He mentally sighed. Fuck it. 

“Fine but get off me” Bucky grumbled. Steve cheered—laughing as Bucky flipped him off. Bucky begrudgingly gets out of bed, and yawns. His long hair was messy, his ponytail long gone from the restless movements during his sleep.

“Get ready and eat breakfast then I’ll see you at the cleaning supplies room at 10 Buckaroo!” Steve snickered. Dodging at the things that were thrown in his way. 

“You really should stop hanging out with Tony, you’re beginning to act like him now!” Bucky complained, watching as Steve closes the door behind. Only for Steve to stick out his tongue before leaving. 

He rolled his eyes. Oh, the things he does for him. 

Many minutes passed and Bucky instantly regretted his decision. So many people passed by, some were still cautious about him, others decided to be braved and gave him a flower bouquet. 

He found Steve on the fourth floor inside the cleaning supplies room. Seeing as Steve was checking off things in his notebook he carries, Bucky cleared his throat. Steve jumped and sighed in relief.

“You know for someone who has super-soldier serum, you’re still the same punk who’s always jumpy” Bucky smirked. Steve rolled his eyes before seeing the gifts in Buck’s arms. Steve grinned at Bucky’s grimace. Plucking out the flower bouquet from him, Steve put it in a vase. Filling it up with water as he does so. 

“Can we get going now?” Bucky said impatiently, tapping his foot to get Steve’s attention. Steve laughed. 

“Impatient are we? Don’t worry your head off, you’ll get to see them if you start mopping the floors,” Steve grinned from ear to ear. Bucky growled. With swift movements, Bucky grabbed the mop and stomped away from Steve’s incredulous laughter. His whole face was burning red like a rose. 

It took hours for Steve and Bucky to clean the whole Avengers tower but they managed to clean and mop every dirt there was. Tony came into the entrance of the living room, his jaw dropped. The whole tower was sparkling white. Every bit of dirt was cleaned off. He hadn’t seen the tower this clean in such a long time. Hell, even the couch was replaced with a new leather one! 

“Wow,” Tony said in amazement

Someone laughed at him, nudging him out the way gently. 

“Careful Tony, you might catch flies if your mouth is opened like that,” y/n teased. 

Tony got out of his trance and rolled his eyes. He cheekily smiled at them, “well, I can’t help but look how clean my baby is!” 

Y/n laughed, as she looked stunned at how clean it was. It was clean but never this sparky clean. A voice cleared their throat making Tony and y/n turn their heads to the sound. 

“It was me and Steve who did all the cleaning,” Bucky said quietly. Lips quirking ever so slightly and ears turning pink at their shocked faces. Tony whistled.

“I better have Friday earn you and Steve a whole month of cleaning for the next time spring cleaning comes around next year!” Tony said jokingly

On it Mr. Stark. Next spring cleaning, Mr. Barnes and Mr. Rogers will both getting the job off for the whole month the next time spring cleaning comes around next year 

Friday spoke up 

All three jumped at the hearing of Friday’s voice. Tony turned around at the camera above them in the corner of the living room. Glaring at someone? 

“I didn’t mean that Friday! I was only being sarcastic” Tony glared at the camera looking up and down at him. The camera mockingly turns on and off as a way for Friday to roll her eyes. Tony gasped dramatically, putting his hands to his chest as if he had a stroke. 

“Also Friday! Can you add me to the list as well? You and I think we both deserve to have time for ourselves right?” Y/n smirked at Tony before glancing at the camera above them

He accusingly pointed a finger. “If you add y/n to that list, I will put you in time out Friday” 

Already on it, y/n. Y/n is now on the list for the day off for spring cleaning next year, Mr. Stark. 

Tony sighed while Y/n laughed out loudly and Bucky chuckling. Tony rolled his eyes at the two assassins. 

“Anyways, it was nice talking to you y/n, and thank you for not having Pepper blow up in my face. Thanks to you, I’m not dead at least yet—oh don’t raise your eyebrows at me! At least you reminded me about Pepper and I’s upcoming date this weekend!” Tony whined

Y/n shook their head. “Don’t you have a charity meeting with Rhodes and Pepper right now?” They smirked as they watched Tony’s face paled 

“Uh-you-I, yes I do not—I mean I do have a charity meeting with Rhodes and Pepper. Holy shit I’m late” Y/n laughed again watching Tony scurry away to get ready for the next chew-out lecture Rhodes and Pepper have to say for being late. 

Bucky smiled watching the scene unfold. The little crinkle their eyes would crease when they laugh, and the way their eyes sparkled when they tease their friends. It was cute. 

“Bucky???” Y/n waved a hand in front of Bucky, snapping him out of his thoughts. He held a pink hue to his face as he coughed awkwardly

“Sorry” he mumbled out, eyes anywhere but theirs. They chuckled waving it off

“Anyways, are you ready to help me with the flower arrangement for the charity festival? Steve said yesterday that you had said yes in helping me out?” They smiled while they walked towards the elevator

Him? Saying yes to their request? Bucky doesn’t recall saying yes to them yesterday. Wait, they mentioned Steve—wait, did he plan this whole thing out? Steve… that son of a b—

“Bucky, did you listen to anything I had said?” They asked as they stepped out of the elevator. Bucky bit his lip. Should I play dumb? 

“Uh, what plan?” Not that dumb you idiot. 

Y/n giggled

“It’s fine, I can just tell you when we get there” they grinned, jumping up and down. You see, y/n also has this huge crush on Bucky, but they’ve been keeping it down so they don’t scare him away. 

“Uh Alright then” Hands rubbing up the back of his neck, as Bucky walked beside them awkwardly

“Here we are!” Opening the door, the building was huge. Tony outdid himself for this spring festival that’s for sure Bucky thought. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw boxes in a nearby corner. Bucky walked towards the boxes, opening them. Inside of them was full of beautiful smells he had smelled. Inside were tons of flowers. They were all so colorful. An idea formed in his head. If maybe… maybe if he gave them their favorite flower, would they take it? Ah, what was their favorite flower again? Oh, right! He skimmed across all the flowers in the boxes, picking a certain bouquet. A bouquet was full of lilies and roses.

He grinned to himself. Stepping away full of the wonderful smell of colorful flowers. He sneaked behind y/n with the bouquet behind his back.

“And ohh, maybe we could add a few roses hanging oomf…” y/n bumped into Bucky. Feeling embarrassed, you stepped away from a little. Bucky chuckled quietly

“Be careful where you’re walking doll,” he smirked, looking down upon them. They had a flustered look on their face, their hair framing their look even more beautiful. They looked ethereal. Every day they somehow found a way to make his breath hitch

Getting out of his head, Bucky straightened. He pulled out the bouquet behind his back. He cleared his voice, hands clammy

“Doll, would you like to go out with little ol’ Bucky?” Bucky jokes. Offering the bouquet in their direction, anxiously waiting for them to respond 

On their face, they had an unreadable look. Deep down, y/n was flustered, excited, happy, and screaming. They need to be cool. Be cool, be cool now. Y/n took a deep breath and exhaled shakily. Looking between the lilies and roses bouquet then at Bucky. His crystal blue eyes staring at them. 

Even though Bucky was half-joking with them, he wanted to know whether or not they would go out with them. If they said no, he would’ve laughed it off in a joking manner and clarifying it was a joke even if the rejection stings. If they had said yes, well, he would’ve been the happiest man in the world. 

It took three seconds. Yes, Bucky counted ever so three seconds. Those three seconds felt like three centuries but it was worth it.

“...Yes! Yes yes yes!” Y/n shouted. Meekly, they covered their mouths flustered. Okay, it was final, having them be so flustered, the way the red hue paints their cheeks and how their hair framed their facial structure, and how their eyes sparkled yet held this embarrassing moment was his favorite kind of look. 

Bucky smiled so genuinely. A real smile. It felt way too good for them to say yes, he thought he didn’t deserve their love and attention. But he doesn’t care at the moment. All that matters is that having them by his side in this flower room is what matters as of right now. Bucky dropped the bouquet and spin them around. You started squealing.

“H-hey! Put me down” your voice cracked as you laugh. Bucky made a mental note to make you laugh more; already wanting, no, needing to hear that angelic noise coming out of you

Bucky and you stared at each other. It felt like time had stopped around the two of you and it felt like a fairy tale. Bucky, ever so hesitant, gently grab a hold of your hands before kissing the inside of your palms. 

“Thank you.” He licked his lips 

“Do you...maybe want to be my date for this spring’s day festival and run away with me?” Bucky asked. He titled his head. He reminded you of a small pup. You grinned, kissing his knuckles.

“Yes, I would love to run away with you and be your date for the spring days festival Buck,” leaning upon your tippy-toes, you kissed his cheek. Bucky’s face burned with a blush of his own; brighter than a poppy 

“Alrighty then, it’s a date” giving you his signature smirk.

“But first~ let’s get our jobs done before Steve comes down here and scolds us for not doing the flower arrangement” playfully punching his shoulders. He didn’t feel the pain. Even When he fully knows that they’re also an avenger, they were like a teddy bear, soft and gentle.

“Alright, let’s do that before grandpa comes  down here” Bucky mocked. “Hey, you’re a grandpa as well!” You smirked. Bucky rolled his eyes. He did not want to be reminded about him and Steve being nineties year old's whom were born in the forties. 

Bucky had lifted you over his shoulder, walking over towards the boxes of flowers. 

“Hey! It’s true!—oh hey, you have a better ass than Steve’s….What! It’s true, although I prefer your thighs though” You squealed when Bucky playfully slapped your ass. 

Having enough, Bucky put you down to your feet. Already opening a box of flowers to replace the building's empty spaces. 

Maybe helping out during the Spring days festival ain’t so bad after all. Maybe he should start doing more spring and doing flower arrangements cleaning if it meant you and him can have moments like these. After all, you said yes to have a date with him later tonight. And Bucky was so excited to looking forward to it. 

[ayamari-no-goshi]

Eidolon 3 | (T)

ff.net | AO3

Fandom: Danny Phantom (DP)

Summary:  AU: What started off as the result of a simple act of rebellion ends up causing his life to spin out of control. How will young Danny cope with the results as well as a past that has a strange habit of coming back to haunt him.

Warnings: rated T for violence, mentions of death, kidnapping, and various other things

Parings: hints of Danny/Sam much later on

Notes: originally uploaded to Ff.net. Cross-posted to AO3 and tumblr.

Chapter 3: Worries

"Sam… can you run this by me again?" he asked as he stopped searching for a moment and glanced at her. "What exactly are we looking for?"

Her response was a roll of the eyes. "I thought we went over this already… Don't you want to know what we saw last night?"

"I don't!" Tucker voiced, causing the two of them to look at him. "What? That thing was scary! For all we know, it could still be out here, and I for one, have no desire to see it again!"

"Why, aren't we brave?" The sarcasm in Sam's voice spoke volumes. In an almost immediate response, Tucker covered his head with his arms. Apparently, that tone was a verbal warning of the threat of pain. Sam could apparently be rather scary when she felt like it.

"Hey! Don't get mad at me! I just want to keep my good looks safe for the ladies! Besides, you're the one with the grudge!"

That answer just seemed to anger Sam more. "How selfish can you get? You don't even care that other people could be in danger?" Though it was true that she had sworn her vengeance on whatever they had seen, rational seemed to have come back to her in the hours after the chase. She currently just wanted to know who or what that was.

"I do… except, in my book, I come first! Besides, shouldn't this be a job for the police instead?"

"Like they're going to believe a couple of kids. We'll probably be the ones to get in trouble if we say anything. They only take it seriously if we find some kind of proof."

Danny stayed silent as he watched their fight continue. Sam did have a point; whatever it was that they had seen the night before could potentially be dangerous to anyone in the area. It also seemed unlikely that the police would believe them, since they would probably just pass it off as some kind of animal, which it definitely was not! However, he sided more with Tucker. If it wasn't for Sam's persuasiveness (aka threats), there was no way that he would have come back to the cemetery for quite some time.

He glanced around the familiar surroundings and shivered slightly. It was only about one in the afternoon, but it felt like it was much later. The shadows appeared more pronounced, the statues looked corrupted, and the air seemed stale and heavy. It was almost as if that thing's presence had managed to taint the area.

Even though he really did not believe in the so-called paranormal, there was definitely something demonic about that creature. That thought caused him to sigh. He was being silly. There was probably a very logical explanation for what he and his friends had seen. It was probably just some drifter or psychopath… which is just as comforting.

In truth, he would rather just forget about the incident and chalk it up as a bizarre situation that he never wanted to ever deal with again. He had also made a promise to himself to never again sneak out of his house at night; being scared half to death was so not worth it. However, he had this sinking suspicion that Sam was going to make him break that. Speaking of which…

"What…?" he asked after he realized that she had asked him something. "Sorry, I wasn't listening."

"Jeez, Danny, get your head out of the clouds." Judging by her expression and the fact that Tucker was hiding rather poorly behind a nearby bush, they had stopped arguing for the time being. "I just wanted to know if you had managed to get home okay last night. I mean, you didn't get in trouble or anything, did you? I kinda forgot to ask earlier."

He frowned for a moment. "Surprisingly… no," he replied before giving them a sheepish grin. "I… uh… fell when I snuck back through my window. If you haven't already noticed, I'm kinda klutzy. Winston's use to that, but it's a little weird for me to fall at night. If he did wake up, I guess he assumed I fell off the bed again."

Sam shook her head. "Again…?"

"I don't do it often!" he replied in an embarrassed protest. "Just a couple times a year!"

"And that makes it so much better."

"Um, I don't mean to pry or anything," Tucker interrupted as he came over. Apparently, he now thought it was safe for him to come out of hiding, though he did make sure that he was out of Sam's punching range. "But, why do you call your dad by his first name?"

That question earned another sheepish look. "Well… um… I'm actually adopted. Winston's been my guardian for as long as I can remember. Apparently, my parents had asked him to take care of me if anything would happen to them…" He sounded wistful for a moment before he sat down on a nearby bench. Raising his head, he glanced at them while wearing an expression that was unreadable. "I… I really don't know what happened to them. Winston's not very comfortable with the topic."

After a small pause, Sam glared at Tucker, who cringed. "Tucker! How could you bring that up?" she demanded as she moved closer to him.

"Sorry!" He immediately backed away from her as he raised his hands again. "I didn't know!"

That caused Danny to chuckle, which caused both of them to look at him. "It's okay, really! I don't mind. Let's just go back to searching before Tucker gets hurt."

"Tucker likes that idea!"

Sam glared at the nervous boy for a moment before poked him in the chest, "Fine, but this doesn't mean that you're off the hook."

….

"Sam!" Tucker whined about an hour later. "Let's call it a day! We haven't found anything! And besides, we promised Danny yesterday that we'd show him around."

Once again, Danny agreed with him. There were definitely less boring activities than failing miserably at finding anything. They had found nothing! It was as if there was absolutely nothing to even suggest that there had even been something other than him in this part of the graveyard within the last day. It was definitely frustrating since there was a small part of him that did want proof that he hadn't just imagined last night. Even if Sam and Tucker had seen it, maybe it had been some weird group hallucination. He had heard those were possible.

Sam glanced around again and gave a frustrated huff before she kicked the ground. "I guess you're right… even if I don't want you to be. I guess we should lea… Hey, what's that?" She pointed at something before she sprinted over to whatever it was that she had seen.

He and Tucker shared a look before they followed her. By the time they had reached her, she had picked up what appeared to be a piece of paper and was examining it. Apparently, it contained either an image or word that was holding her interest.

"Um… Sam… what… oomf!" Danny's words were cut off when Sam shoved the paper into his hands. "What the heck?"

She glared at him while she impatiently tapped her foot. "Just look at it!"

After giving her a look, he complied. At first, the only thing that caught his attention was that he was holding a rather old piece of paper. That normally would not be too weird since littering was unfortunately common, but this paper wasn't just weathered, but it also had a strange feel as if it was more along the lines of canvas than actual paper. He then noticed that there were black marks on it, which he realized was a sketch of what appeared to be some sort of figure.

He turned the paper a bit to see if he could get a better feel for the picture. It appeared to be an ink sketch of what he took to be a demonic figure with… possibly flaming hair. After a moment, he also realized that there seemed to be writing on the top of the paper, but the letters were too faded for him to make out.

"So… what do you think?" Sam asked after he had handed the paper to Tucker.

"Not much," he replied with a shrug. "Sure, it's creepy enough, but I don't think it's related to this. Papers find their way here all the time. Possibly someone lost it out of their sketchbook a while back."

She just shook her head. "Danny, I tend to do a bit of sketching myself… That's not a type of paper, if it is paper, that you commonly use. In fact, I'm fairly certain that I've never seen it before."

"Sam, you're probably over thinking things. I really don't think that it's anything out of the ordinary," Tucker told her as he gave it back to her. He then glanced at Danny and grinned. "Although Sam's usually pretty level-headed, she sometimes lets her love of anything weird run away with her."

"Take that back!"

"In this case, I don't think I will."

"Would you still say that if you weren't standing behind me?" Danny asked as he tried to turn to get a look at his friend.

Tucker gave him a serious look. "Dude, have you seen her boots? They hurt! Oh… alright." After receiving another glare, he gave up on hiding and looked over at the still irritated goth. "If it will make you happy, I'll try to find some information on it when I get home. Though, to be absolutely honest, I'm fairly certain that picture's nothing more than the product of someone's deranged… oh, I mean artistic… mind."

Try as she might, Sam couldn't resist chuckling at his comment. "Thanks. If anyone could find something, it would be you."

"I'm glad you noticed."

"Sure, I noticed. It's your only redeeming quality."

"Hey!"

"Sorry to interrupt another one of your fights," he told them as he raised an eyebrow. Their "play" arguments were throwing him for a loop. How was it possible they were still friends if that happened as commonly as it seemed? "But, am I missing something?"

Sam laughed as she waved him off with her hand. "Don't mind us. Both of us keep forgetting that you don't know any of this yet. Although he might not look like it, Tucker's amazing with technology. I swear that he could honestly bring down a satellite with that PDA of his." She then glanced over at the boy who had brought out said PDA and had begun checking it in a strangely loving fashion. "I'm actually surprised that he didn't mention it yesterday. Perhaps he was trying not to scare you way."

After a moment she placed her hand on his shoulder. "Come on! We should leave now before he starts trying to induct you into his technologic world…"

xxxxx

The door slammed which let him know that his charge was finally home. If it was any other day, he would have actually gone to greet the boy, but this was not the case. He was currently stuck on the phone listening to someone who was irritating him more and more with each passing second. Even though he was usually a patient man, it was taking all of his self control to not raise his voice at her.

"Ma'am, I understand the consequences," he told the voice on the phone tiredly as he tried to wrap up the conversation, "But I assure you, that not only am I acting on his parents' wishes, but that I am also taking very good care of him."

What the woman said next absolutely enraged him. "That remains to be seen!" was his indigent reply. "Please reserve your judgments until you or one of your people come to do that review. Now, have a good day." The woman had tried to respond, but he cut her off by slamming the phone. Those people were so tiring, but that one really knew what to say to get under his skin.

"Uh… is everything okay in here…?" Danny asked carefully as he appeared in the kitchen. His expression clearly said that he hoped that he was not in trouble.

Winston sighed and ran his hand through his hair as he sat down. "It's really nothing too important, just another call from the state. Apparently, they're now attempting to use scare tactics." He then looked at the boy and tried to smile, "So, how was your day?"

Danny shrugged as he too grabbed a seat. "Sam and Tucker showed me around town some more, and we hit the arcade for a bit before Tucker had to head home. We're going to try to get together again in a couple days."

"That's good…"

"Um… are you sure you're okay?"

He sighed as he looked up at the boy who seemed worried about the absent-minded response he had recieved. "Yeah… I guess I let them get to me more than I had thought. Anyways, how does pizza sound for dinner?"

"That sounds great!" Danny then got up and headed towards the hall. "I'm going to be in my room for a while."

"That's fine." Winston then got up and picked up the phone again. After calling the pizza place, he headed into the study and tried to relax.

Why was in the world was that man getting involved in this? He had heard the rumors that the man had begun to involve certain aspects of his many companies in some of the state cases, but until that call he did not believe that they were actually true. Due to the money that those companies held, it was going to much more difficult than he had originally thought to keep Danny. Not only that, but the head of those companies, Vlad Masters himself, had personally become interested.

According to that woman, he claimed to be a friend of Danny's parents. If that was the case, why didn't they ask him to take the boy? But, that was beside the point. Even though the man was well-respected, there was something that just did not sit right with Winston. Sure, he might be a business genius, but he had gained way too much power too quickly. There were rumors that those gains had not been made above the table, and Winston believed that they were true.

It was also known that the man was not above using underhanded tactics in court. If this case did end up going that far… there was no telling what that man might reveal. Danny's story was complicated, and even though he had done what was asked of him, it was unlikely that a jury would see it the same way, especially with how unbelievable the story really was. Most likely, Masters would corrupt the tale, making it even worse.

Then there was Danny to think about. While it's true that he had not be entirely forthcoming with what had actually happened, he had planned on revealing everything on his upcoming birthday. However, with the current mess, he was unsure what precisely to do. If he was to wait and the boy was told a corrupted story, it would most likely shatter his world. He could not let that happen, but he did not want to add stress to him, especially since there had been no indication it was true…

A sudden crash followed by a yell immediately got him out of his seat. That was….? What was that? He stood still for a moment trying to figure out from where the noise had originated when he realized that had been Danny's voice. Sure, the boy did have a tendency to trip, but there was no way that was normal.

He immediately ran to boy's room and opened the door. "Danny! Are you all right? I heard a crash!" He looked around expecting the boy to be near his chair or bed, but instead he was on the floor, plastered against the wall. His piercing blue eyes were wide and frightened.

Worried, he kneeled beside the boy, placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, and gently shook him. Unfortunately, he still did not get a response as Danny was still staring at something. His military instincts kicked in, causing him to tense and glance around the room looking for anything that was out of place. After a moment, he realized that nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but he still kept himself prepared potential surprise.

"Danny…" he whispered harshly to his charge as he continued to watch, "what happened?"

There was no sound until he heard Danny take a deep breath and move. He looked back to see the boy leaning his head against the wall. His breathing was still heavy, but it looked like the worst of the shock of whatever had happened was beginning to wear off. "Are you okay?" he asked cautiously as he glanced around again.

"Huh…?" the boy's voice was startled. Had he only just realized that he had come into the room? "Wh-what's going on?"

"Are you hurt?" he asked as he knelt down again. "Did something happen? Did you see something weird?"

At the last question, his charge tensed and glanced at his hand as if he was examining it. After a moment, he hesitantly looked back at him and shook his head. "I… I'm fine, but what's with the twenty questions?"

He raised an eyebrow at the boy. "Really? Daniel, I heard a crash and a yell from you. I was worried," he told him as he helped him to his feet. "Are you sure everything's okay?"

This time, he was answered with a nod. "I'm fine… I just … fell off the chair... and managed to knock some of the stuff off my desk…" Danny cringed slightly when he realized how weak sounding his excuse was. He then became more animated and began to push the older man towards the door. "I promise! I'm perfectly fine! N-nothing's wrong! Just give me a few minutes to clean up everything, and I'll be right out! The pizza's supposed to be here shortly, right?"

Before Winston even had a chance to attempt to get a word in, Danny shoved him out of the room and slammed to door. He remained there, a little stunned for a few moments. Whatever had happened definitely spooked the boy, it was probably nothing like he had said… but he could not help but wonder. A normal fall like that should not be so frightening.

He took another glance at the door before he headed back into the kitchen. Maybe he should watch the boy a little more closely, just in case.

[wordsinwinters]

Then Again, P5  Peter Parker x Reader

Author’s Note: Finally, the first Peter P.O.V. chapter! 

Thank you to everyone who liked the previous parts and to my new (and old) followers! I’m so excited to share the upcoming chapters where things get more intense. That being said, let me know what you guys think of this bit!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

And here it is,

Then Again, Part 5:

(Words: 2,381)

If I said that this was the worst week, and that yesterday was the worst day, of my life, I would be an absolute idiot. Of course it isn’t. But it does suck. It sucks a lot. A lot, a lot. The last few months have been pretty awful, but for some reason, this has been the worst week of them. 

Y/N is just so happy. It’s driving me nuts.

I blame it mostly on Halloween. If Halloween hadn’t happened the way it did, maybe everything would be different and the other things would matter less.

That night, Y/N and I were supposed to meet MJ and Ned at Ned’s apartment before going to Betty’s party. (Ned forced us into it, I didn’t really want to go in the first place.)

Anyway, Y/N came to my apartment first so we could walk to Ned’s together. Just as I answered the door, MJ sent something to our group snapchat. The little popcorn sound echoed between us as I let Y/N inside. I pulled out my phone.

“It’s from MJ,” I said, opening it.

MJ, dressed as someone from the 1700s judging by the bonnet, was perched on the back of Ned’s couch and holding a whip outside an open window; Ned was in the background, running toward her from the hallway. He was wearing an Indiana Jones costume and his signature Don’t you dare, MJ! face. 

I laughed.

“Look, MJ’s already tormenting Ned with his own costume,” I said, showing Y/N the picture before it disappeared.

“What?”

She looked at the screen and froze.

“It’s a costume party?”

I thought she knew, especially since Ned talked about it so much. I hadn’t planned a costume, but that’s because I was hoping if I showed up to Ned’s without one, he might tell me not to come at all. I guess it made sense though. I’d been wondering all week what she was planning to wear. I thought I even asked her at one point. Maybe not. Yeah. I wouldn’t have wanted her to think I was being weird.

“It’s not a big deal. I don’t have a costume either.”

She groaned.

“No, I should’ve paid more attention to Ned when he told me about it. I’ve been so… so out of it and distracted lately, and I can’t let him down like this. I know how much it means to him. I told him just an hour ago that I was completely ready for tonight. I can’t believe myself.”

I tried to console her a bit, make jokes and lighten the mood. But she was kind of right. Ned had been talking about it a lot and she had seemed pretty distracted the last couple weeks. Plus, we only had an hour before we needed to leave.

I remember wishing May were home. She would know how to help. But she must’ve been busy because she didn’t answer any of my texts.

As Y/N beat herself up for being unprepared, she kept pacing and wringing her hands. Then, she stopped.

“I always told myself I would never ask this,” she said slowly, “but Peter, can I... try on the suit?”

I always told myself I would never let my friends try the suit on. I didn’t want it to get complicated. I mean, once you get a hang of the suit, it’s kind of addicting.

In that moment though, I wanted to let her. She tends to get stressed when she isn’t one hundred percent on top of things and this was definitely one of those times. I thought it would help distract her while I came up with costume ideas. And maybe another reason I didn’t want to admit to myself yet.

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I let you try it out?”

She shrugged, the corners of her lips tugging upward. I smiled immediately, like a reflex. I could tell she was getting excited. Weirdly, I felt excited too. I told myself it was a reaction to feeling helpful.

“I just thought Ned said something about it once. Like you were overprotective of it or whatever.”

“Pff, no way.” I tried to be nonchalant. “Ned is always saying crazy things.”

That wasn’t true and we both knew it. Awkward things, occasionally. Crazy, not so much.

I dug the suit out of my bag and tossed it to her.

While I waited out in the living room for her to change, I heard a sharp thud from my room. I ran to the door.

“Uh, you okay in there?”

An oomf later, she replied, “Yeah. I just tripped a little. The suit’s fine! Hit my funny bone, that’s all.”

I let out a sigh of relief. Not for the suit, obviously. It can take a beating.

A minute later, she called my name. Her voice carried a distinct... reluctance.

Outside the door again, I offered up a, “Yeah?”

I know, I know. I’m an idiot.

“Um, how exactly does this work? I can’t figure out how to make it not so... baggy.”

“Hit the spider.”

“Hit... the spider?”

“Yeah. In the middle?”

She groaned and opened the door.

I had to shove down the laughter rising in my throat. She was in the suit and holding it up by the collar, clutching it to her chest. That was the first time I realized how short she is. I would notice it a lot more after this whenever she stood next to me, Ned, or better yet, MJ. Y/N is short enough to wear the suit and practically swim in it.

At that moment, Y/N was helpless.

“‘Hit the spider.’ Really? What does that even mean?”

Her confusion was amusing, but how could she not see the black spider symbol right under her hand?

“Ignoring how ridiculous you look, which, by the way, is off the charts ridiculous, it means,” I said, stepping forward. “Hit. The. Spider.”

I lightly punched the spider symbol, as if it was a fist bump.

Probably a stupid idea, seeing as it was situated sort of... right between her, um, breasts?

Makes sense that she screamed a bit.

“Jesus! Are you serious? More of a warning would have been nice!”

The suit can be shocking if you aren’t used to it snapping like that. I’ve gotta admit, I was not used to it snapping on her. On me, yeah. Of course. But on her... not at all. Luckily she was too engrossed in the suit to have noticed my expression. I remember thinking, it definitely doesn’t look so ridiculous on you anymore.

“Oh my God,” she muttered, looking at her arms as she turned them here and there. “This is so weird.”

She moved her shoulders a bit as if testing mobility, then her fingers, toes, legs.

“This is... the weirdest sensation. I can’t tell if I hate it or if I love it.”

Actually, that’s probably the best way to describe how I’ve been feeling since then.

That night, we never ended up going to the party. Y/N called Ned to explain that she didn’t have a costume and he immediately said it was alright if we didn’t make it. Something about, “MJ is already enough to handle at the moment.”

Instead, we stayed in and watched Lord of the Rings while Y/N kept experimenting with the suit. Testing different web shooters (she nearly destroyed my closet), watching Spider-Man Youtube videos in the mask and mocking my “poses” (for the record, I do not pose... as often as those videos suggest), and talking to Karen (they got on immediately). Once she started asking Karen personal questions, like her first one about me: “What does Peter talk to you about every day?” I decided it was time to end her Spider Time.

(Yes, I was worried Karen would tell her how often I talked about her - but to be fair, she is my friend. Obviously I talk to Karen about her a lot. I just couldn’t figure out why it was more than Ned or Aunt May or MJ. And Karen had plenty of ideas I knew she would love to tell Y/N about.)

“That’s enough! Karen, say goodbye now!” I hurried.

“Really, Peter? We just started a real conversation. You didn’t tell me the system was a person! I’ve been so rude - I’m so sorry, Karen, if I had known-”

“Come on,” I begged. “I’m being serious. I don’t want the suit to be a thing with everyone. Better to stop now, before you get... attached.”

“Attached?” The left eye of the mask widened to match her sarcasm. “Worried I’ll steal it and hide in a cave, stroking the fabric? My precious Spidey suit?”

“Very funny,” I said. “And you just said, ‘My,’ so clearly, you are being affected!”

I reached across, about to hit the spider, when I realized exactly what the suit would do if I did, and pulled back.

Not a good time to accidentally see her naked.

I swear, I didn’t mean to think that. But that idea - of one of my best friends, that way, in my room - took me off guard. Like a massive idiot, I jerked back too quickly. My ankle hit hers and she fell on top of me, simultaneously hitting the spider and setting off a series of awkward movements in which she tried to hold the suit together and I tried not to, well, see too much. (I saw a tiny bit, not going to lie.)

On the t.v., the Watcher in the Water began attacking Frodo, so the chaos of fiction and real life blended together in the worst way possible. The screaming from the movie made our own awkward grunts and “Sorry!”’s more intimate by contrast. Mostly it was just weird because she was practically drowning in the deflated Spider suit and as we moved against each other, trying to get off of each other, it wasn’t much of a barrier between us. Plus, the baggy mask on her face was a weird addition to the situation.

After untangling herself from me, she stood up gingerly and pulled the mask off. Her hair was a nest, a soft I-wish-I-could-reach-out-and-feel-it-moving-through-my-fingers kind of nest.

“D-do you mind if I change now?”

My mouth gaped. Here? Now?

“I mean, if I have to call May to escort you out, I do have her on speed dial.”

Without me here. Duh.

“Yeah. S-sorry. I’ll just, um, get up then.”

I must have looked like an idiot, staring at her from the flat of my back on the floor, practically spread eagle. Sliding past her to the door, I swear I noticed blush on her cheeks. Then again, my own face was burning. But then again, that was because I realized I liked her. Like really, really liked her. So maybe her blush meant she liked me too?

That was Halloween.

Six months later, that memory plays back almost every day. On top of six months worth of other memories. She’s there, in my head, all the time. Simple things, like her ridiculous victory dance when she wins Scrabble or her helping Aunt May make dinner (and when it comes to food, she helps a lot - in terms of taste and frequency) or even Karen telling me that she sent me a text, they all make my chest hammer. It’s the absolute worst, all variables considered.

I don’t know. This week has been weird. Seeing her so excited reminds me of how she looked trying on the suit which reminds me of everything else from that night and how I’ve never worked up the courage to just ask if it meant anything. Knowing that it’s way, way too late to ask now makes me a bundle of nerves and serious regret. Plus, her unguarded joy and enthusiasm itself.... It’s a lot to take in. Sensory overload or something. It’s like, I catch a glimpse of her teeth as she’s laughing and my brain spirals into One Hundred and One Ways I Could Make Her Laugh If She Was In Love With Me Instead or Ten Kissing Scenarios In Which She’s So Happy We Can’t Kiss Properly Because We’re Smiling Too Much. This week, these imaginary scenes keep getting out of control. It’s driving me nuts.

I need to stop thinking about her. It’s impossible when we’re always together, though. All of us. I can’t tell which is worse: when it’s just us, or when it’s us and MJ. And Ned, obviously.

So the last few days, I tried to keep a smidge of distance. Yesterday was particularly rough. Ned and MJ convinced her to skip a bunch of classes with them. They sent me dozens of snapchats, half trying to rope me in, half reporting on their adventures. (My favorite was when they nicknamed Flash an Ass-Hat Rich-Boy Bitch-Boy. Or maybe it was the video of Ned where he dissolved into a fit of laughter because he couldn’t say the phrase more than twice without messing it up.)

At the end of the day, because we all have Psych in seventh hour, I may have annoyed them by leaving that class early. I couldn’t help it. Y/N was so stupid crazy beautiful happy and it was agonizing to watch her scribble notes back and forth with MJ, her pen clicking in the almost dark as she did everything she could to not laugh and disrupt the episode of Mind Games playing on the screen. I had to get out of there before I got, like, a boner or something.

That was weird. And graphic.

God, it’s such a mess. I’m such a mess.

The point is, I need to stop thinking about her like that and just forget what happened yesterday and this morning and six months ago.

That being said, it’s not exactly easy when she’s been pissing me off the last few days. This stuff with MJ and Flash is starting to seriously eat away at me. Some of it isn’t her fault, and I’m trying to work through that on my own, but plenty of it is and I can’t tell if she even cares how I (or Ned) feel about it.

I hate these secrets.

Part 6

Next update: Friday, October 13

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[bruhnushka]

did you really not know (anthony ramos x reader)

request: anonymous: *slides u 10 bucks* heyo bud! Can i request a anthony ramos x reader where reader is an understudy in Hamilton and has a huge crush on ant & some of the other castmates have a running bet about when the reader will finally talk to him. And one day the lin and daveed are teasing the reader and ant's like "who ya talking about" and yeah, fluff (sorry if its confuzzling + thank you<3)

Summary : fluff betweeen you & anthony bc u 2 belong togehter and people teasing and jfakdsfj;adskjf

Warnings: hardcore fluff, embarssment, cussing, u getting EXPOSED, you kissing daveed, anthony being dumb 

a/n - lots of these r in my inbox im working my way though them and hello anon i will gladly take that ten dollar foudning father without a father out of your hands.

Oh, he was cute. You were an understudy for eliza schuyler-hamilton, and you had just glanced your first view of john laurens/phillip hamilton. your heart started to race and blood rushed up to your cheeks as you slowly counted back from ten, the seconds it would take for him to realize that you were staring. you weren't just ‘oomf, oops, sorry for just glancing at you i spaced out’, you were staring staring. and then he looked up, and blushed, and you feel straight into daveed. 

“woah there pony boy” he laughed, as he extended a hand to help you up. you shyly glanced at  your feet as you stumbled onto your bearings. 

“so-sorry” you muttered. daveed laughed again, a roaring, loud, laugh which made a hint of a smile ghost your lips. 

“there’s that beautiful smile i was looking for! hey, aren't you the new eliza understudy?” he asks you, grinning widely. you look up and nod, starting to feel more comfortable. 

“let me show you around!” he volunteers. you nod again, and he grabs your arm, and drags you around. 

“thats our national treasure, aka, oakierite onadowan.” daveed laughs. oak turns around and gives him a deadly ‘are you fucking serious’ look. 

“you literally could not have pronounced my name worse” he rolls his eyes, laughing. you couldn't help but chuckle, and daveed continued to show you around. during lunch, phillipa caught you making heart-eyes to anthony, who was across the room, laughing with daveed about something. 

“so, you caught the anthony-fever too?” she asks, nudging your elbow slightly. 

“whaaaat? i have absolutely no idea-” you look at phillipa, rolling her eyes, “ok yeah i may have a little bit of a crush on him.” she laughs, and slugs her arm over you. 

“its like destiny or something, every eliza understudy ever falls for him. unfortunately though, anthony’s a huge player and your heart couldn't have fallen in a bigger hole than it just did.” she teases. 

“hey- you never know, i just might grow out of it.” you shrug hopefully. 

“sure you will.”

it had been about three months since  you came officially on the cast. they were absolutely wonderful to you. but you avoided anthony like the plague. almost your second week of the third month, you stumbled upon a piece of paper left haphazardly on one of the couches. 

pippa: 6 months 11$

daveed: 4 months 10$

lin: 8 months 8.56$

oak: 10 months 9$

groffsauce: a lot of fucking time 20 cents

ariana: i believe in my girl, ill go with 5 months 15$

the list went on and on. you had no idea what this paper was about, but you stuffed it in your back pocket and grabbed your backpack from the side of the couch. you had left it there yesterday on accident. it felt heavier than usual. suspiciously, you looked through the bag to find about three of anthony’s shirts, you'd know since you'd memorized his work closet, stuffed inside your backpack. rolling your eyes, you looked for anthony. you knocked on his door when you spotted it. 

“come in!” he yelled, and you carefully opened the door. a shirtless, confused anthony came into view, making your breath catch and all planned words fall into a stutter.

“u-u-uh i-i ha-v-ee-ve- yo-u-ur sh-i-i-i-r-rt” you barely got out, and anthony’s eyes widened in surprise. 

“ohmygod! y/n what are you- ahhh” and he let out a string of incoherent words in spanish. 

“uh-oh god- sorry for barging in on you but those dumbasses put your shirts in my bag. 

“thats where they went! jesus christ I've been searching for them for like an hour and a half now. how'd you know it was mine?” he asked as he took them out of your hands. 

“you literally wear the same five shirts everyday of your life.” you laugh, as he slips one of the shirts back on.  “anthony i-” you start, thinking about asking him out, but then was interrupted by a phone call. 

“sorry got to take this, one second.” he says, and picks up the phone. 

“hey babe!” he grins, and your heart and smile drop. “nothing, im on my way right now love you too!” and with that he leaves, no good bye or anything. you were startled, and in shock you go back to your dressing room couch and sit down. 

“surprise! did you do it? did he ask you out?” your friends all jump out from behind the couch and yell.  “wait- somethings wrong. y/n?” phillipa stopped them and sat down beside you. you started to cry into her jacket and they realized what had happened. 

“that son of a bitch-” “he has a girlfriend, i cant-” you start but phillipa shushes you and you cry. the cast comforts you as they glare angrily in the general direction of anthony. 

anthony furrowed his brows as he saw you laughing with daveed about something. he didn't feel particularly jealous or anything, just there was something boiling at the pit of his stomach and he couldn't knock that feeling off. he needed to get a breath of air, so he walked outside. meanwhile, daveed was teasing you about anthony. 

“honey, it is so obvious. he's not even dating anyone anymore!” phillipa pointed out, waving her finger around. 

“can we not talk about him for once? all we do is talk about him. everyday.” you sighed, and picked up a fry from the bowl in front of you, munching on it with a pout. 

“aw, ok fine. what do you want to talk about? we have no shows today and everyones free.” jonathan asks. you look at him and furrow your brows. 

“lets go to chipotle.” you suggest, and everyone whoops. so there you guys were, everyone in their full costumes, walking to chipotle. anthony was outside, talking on the phone to someone. daveed saw him and leaned over to snake his arm around your was it. you looked up at him quizzically, and he whispered “just go with it” to you. he nodded his head towards anthony and suddenly you understood. you snuggled into his arms and crossed the street. people started to take photos of all of you guys and notifications on your phone started buzzing. you echoed instagram, looking at the photos people tagged you in. 

@ brownmagiic ((my instgram self promo)) [photo] my mans @ daveeddiggs   is cheating on me!!!! but i would too if i had the option to date someone like @ y/u/n 

@ hamleton [photo] CONSPIRACY THEORY TIME!!!!! 

you rolled your eyes and laughed, occasionally glancing towards where anthony slugged behind you. he glared at daveed and you couldn't help but laugh more. as you and saved ordered your food, anthony sulked in the corner booth of chipotle. 

“what is it?” phillipa says , and anthony rolls his eyes. 

“nothing.” he huffs, turning away from her. 

“is it y/n?” phillipa laughs. anthony shakes his head vigorously. 

“what? no! i could never like-” “oh shut up” she laughs, “we all know it. man up. ask her out.” 

“but shes-” “with daveed? no-” “then explain that” anthony points at daveed kissing you square on the lips. 

“wha-wh- w- what” she stuttered out, confused. anthony storms out, face red. 

phillipa graciously stomps over to the two of you. 

“what was that?” she growls. 

“we just kinda got into it and then leslie was like you two should kiss so we did and-”

“go apologize to anthony! he was about to ask you out! go! now!’ phillipa pushed you out the door to meet anthony, sitting on the curb. 

“anthony?” you asked him, eyes pleading him to answer.

“hmm?” 

“what happened?” you shyly asked, taking a set next to him. 

“nothing-nothing really. uh. just, theres this person i like. and they uh- they like someone else. and its really hard.” he says looking up at you. 

“i can assure you that person does not like who you think they like” you laughed.

“wel, then who do they like? because they've been avoiding me.” anthony says with a breath. 

“they havent been avoiding you. they've just been scared to confront you because if they do-” you stopped yourself. 

“what? what will happen if you do?” anthony turns his whole body towards you. 

“then id have to admit to myself that i really do like you. anthony, i really like you.” you let a sigh esca[e and he spends a few seconds just looking at you. suddenly you both are kissing and cheers are  heard from all around you, several cameras on. 

“fi-fucking-nally!” daveed yells.

you guys laugh as anthony holds you close. 

a/n p. 2 - ANTHONY CUT HIS HAIR WHAT THE FLIPPTY FUCk???? FIRST LIN NOW ANTHONY.???? WHAT NEXT? DAVEED ???? I CANT STAND THAT HIS HAIR IS THE REASON I AM ALIVE TO THIS DAY HELPDS DFHASKDHF;L

[goldentsum]

━━ thirst post with idol! reader - captain ver

REQUESTS: the thirst post was mwaH dbbsns amazing pls do more idol reader... i rlly love kenma’s reaction dnsjsn you are a GIFT xbsnsj 

🎕 asked by: nonnie 🎕

CHARACTERS: sawamura daichi, bokuto koutarou, ushijima wakatoshi, kuroo tetsurou, terushima yuuji, and kita shinsuke

GENRE: suggestive themes, crack

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is so crack but i love it! might do this as a “series” cus its so fun to write it (because your girl relates too much) also thank you so much! you make me 🥺

setters ver. | middleblockers ver | wingspikers ver.  | libero ver. | spin-off ver. | spin-off 2

━ daichi ♡

this man didn’t know how he first got into kpop but damn was he grateful for his curious past self cus now he knows you <3

Daichi probably likes the soft girl concept you got because he’s a hard stan, so contrasting but yeah

YOUR SOFT GIRL LOOKS MAKES HIM HORNY AND SOFT AT THE SAME TIME

[ridemythighs_yn]: i wanna watch (y/n) drool and choke on my dick while looking straight on those innocent eyes 🙂

━ bokuto ♡

hE LIKES KPOP! DON’T @ ME! He probably fights with Kuroo all the time because the latter keeps swerving into your lane! 

Bokuto loves loves the girl-crush concept you have, it makes him kinda subby oomf A SWITCH TBH

BUT YOU ARE A QUEEN OF DUALITY! So when you go all soft out of nowhere, he’s just like 🥺 but also 🥵

[sTEPonme.QueenYn]: you know, in most days, i just want (y/n) to spit on me.. but then again, i also wanna break her back? is that normal? cus either way, my dick is still hard as fuck 🥴

━ ushijima ♡

This boi is a soft stan 🥺 you just make him so soft with your pretty smile and those soft dimples 🥺 the way you dress with soft colors and pink 🥺 or the way you giggle while you cover your pink lips with your sweater-paws 🥺 

BUT THEN, he came across an edit made by a hard stan, Ushi was never the same after that :D 

Ushi starts to notice all the things he didn’t pay any mind before, like the way you lick the spoon when he was watching you film a mukbang on vlive, or the way your thighs look so soft and plump on that tight bodycon dress

[ynis_babygirl]: My (y/n) is a baby. Whoever made that edit of (y/n) as a stripper is going to hell... and i’m going with you. 😐 I hope you’re happy because now I think about how baby girl would look like while getting her guts rearranged 😐

━ kuroo ♡

This binch is a HARD STAN and has an account dedicated to you on twitter and is one of the fans who makes edits and fanfics

Kuroo is also well known in the fandom cus he wRITES SINFUL FANFICTION LIKE REALLY REALLY DIRTY THAT IT COULD MAKE SATAN BLUSH he was the one who made that stripper au edit that ushi saw

when he makes those type content, he makes himself blush and shock with how well he makes it his ego pls

[yn.makesme_hARD]: you guys like my edits a little too much but i can’t blame you, while making them I get hard myself... pLEASE LET ME HIT (Y/N)!! 

━ terushima ♡

fuckboy didn’t know what hit him when he learns about you and your group! HE MET HIS MATCH! You’re a little shit and A FLIRTY ONE AT THAT

When he saw you, he just knew that you were the one cus he got hard when he saw you sucking that popsicle while looking straight into the camera

You’re just so unpredictable and yuuji is living for it! You love making people flustered and you’re really good at it. So when he saw you dancing to a trap beat, popping that ass,, he’s done

[eating.outyn.24_7]: tHE WAY (Y/N) THREW IT BACK, MY DICK FELT THAT WTF! I AM FINE!!--... I’M NOT FINE!! MY ARM TIRED AS HELL PLEASE LET ME REST (y/n)!! i can’t cum 99 times a day, baby girl!...but i mean, i would if you want me to... 😔😔

━ kita ♡

like Ushi he is soft boi but when provoked, HE GOES HARD 

You might never really tell what’s on his mind because of that blank face BUT HE’S THINKING OF SOME DIRTY SHIT! He knows all that stuff,, you know what they say, it’s always the quiet ones,, 

One time, he was watching you and your group on vlive as you guys eat some fruits and his mind just went :D

[y/nREALLY_makesMehorny]: do you guys see how (y/n) ate that pineapple? and we’re just gonna ignore the fact that her pussy is THAT good? If I could, i would dive straight into (y/n) and eat her out all night