#also I know that's not all side y. but it defo is some of them!!!

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

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[thegamingcatmom]

For the Student Denalis

Can't help but to imagine what if the sisters see MC, the new girl getting bullied and wonder how each sister would react?

It's that or MC is getting flirted with by someone random, but I'd see that as more Kate and Tanya being more driven to action

AHHH HI HELLO

It´s so funny to me how y´all are just immediately vibing with me on this silly idea. I love it. 😩🤌

Oh man, I feel that topic.

Listen-

THAT´S IT THAT´S THE REACTION. 💀

Honestly though-

Tanya

Unlike Kate, the oldest sister doesn´t tend to get physical. Also because she doesn´t have to. No. Instead, she´s just gonna let her "coven" loose on them, lol. She´s the Queen Bee in this after all, so ofc she´s gonna make use of that power. She´ll make damn sure those bullies (dunno if we´re talking multiple?) will be treated as the scum that they are. I´m talking randomly getting shoved/tripped in the hallways, their trays of food getting sent flying, their backpacks ripped off and emptied right in front of them before being shoved back in their faces-

...In other words: Everything they´ve done to her girl.

Well-

Let´s just say, MC wasn´t best impressed...

MC: "Stop that." Tanya, utterly confused: "...Why? They deserve it." MC: "You´re no better than them." Tanya: "..."

Needless to say, that didn´t change a thing, lol.

(She thought MC´s attempt utterly charming though. That girl is too precious for this harsh world.)

She still keeps it up until they apologize.

Personally.

Heartfelt.

(She´ll be observing from afar ofc. Enjoying the sight. Making sure it´s groveling enough for her tastes. It isn´t.)

Kate

The middle sister is the captain of the school´s [insert sport here] team. She has muscles is what I´m saying. And she´s not afraid to use them. Fists are flying. Literally. She will not hesitate to defend her lady´s honor, cheered on by her teammates.

...Her teammates who will not participate btw, because the middle sister has made herself more than clear that those wimps are for her alone to deal with. They disrespected her girl, after all.

It´s a matter of honor, aight?

...Needless to say, MC wasn´t best impressed-

MC, joining the scene: "What´s going on here?" The football team: *parts for her like the sea, offering a clear view of-* Kate: *in the middle of delivering another punch* MC, absolutely appalled: "Kate?!" Kate: *whips her head around, a goofy smile starting to spread* Kate: "Oh, hey babe!" Kate: *gets whacked in the face cause she was too busy admiring her love* MC: *makes to intervene but is stopped by a hand on her arm* MC: *whips around, ready to give whoever an earful-* Whoever, who turns out to be Tanya: "Let her." MC: "Wha-Tanya?!" Tanya, all smiley, like someone isn´t in the middle of perhaps losing some of their teeth: "Hey love." MC, who can´t deal anymore: "...What are you all doing?! Tanya, utterly confused: "...Watching a fight?" MC:❓💀❓ MC, who sees no other choice but to resort to using her secret weapon: "Okay, y´know what? I´m getting Irina. This is ridiculous-" Tanya: *stops her again, points to somewhere across from them* MC: *looks* Irina, standing on the opposite side of the fight: "YOU CALL THAT A PUNCH?? GET HIS ASS, KATIE!!" MC: "..."

Irina

The youngest sister doesn´t usually throw punches, but she does have moments where she just...doesn´t give a f. And MC getting bullied would defo be one such moment where she shows everyone why they better not mess with the youngest Denali member. Cause y´know what they say:

The calmest waters hide the strongest currents.

So yes, she´d defo throw a punch if she´s close with that person. And that punch would be nothing to sneeze at, lemme tell ya. But she doesn´t get into huge ass fights like Kate does. Before that happens, she gets a teacher involved.

And that´s really what sets her apart from her sisters: She ain´t got the time OR the patience for yall´s bs. She does things to get them done, not to get something else out of it (like Tanya with the public humiliation or Kate with the ego boost).

Getting a teacher involved is probs the fastest way to solve the problem, so that´s what she´ll do. 👍

Also, I can´t help but be reminded of this:

That´s literally what Irina embodies for me, no matter the universe. She´s the one to end all bs because she actually wants to end it. 😅

As for MC getting flirted with:

No, fr this time. 💀

Listen-

It´s likely gonna be the same reactions we got with MC getting bullied. Just much, much worse.

Tanya might just actually throw a punch this time. Or two. Or 20.

Kate´s gonna obliterate them. No mercy. (MC has to hold her back.)

As for Irina:

The calmest waters hide the strongest currents.

😉

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Thanks a lot for your ask! 💋

EDIT:

I just realized these are all more scenarios for an MC who´s not quite as "new" anymore. Whoopsie. Oh well. 🤷🏻‍♀️

[ovoba]

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The Heartslabyul Fire/Grass Gym! Part of my brainrotting twst!pokemon gym au; more details/explanations under the cut

My idea for this gym is that upon entering the gym Yuu is accosted by ace and deuce (mostly ace lol) as they need help to paint the roses in time for the unbirthday party! Basically poor Yuu will have to do a mini quest for each of the heartslabyul boys (except riddle)

Ace and Deuce have Yuu catch a Smeargle and a Grafaiai to help paint the roses red

Cater (forces) Yuu to help find the sinistea and polteagheists hidden around town

Trey asks Yuu to go with him to get some berries in a forest to the side of the town (think the pair ups from pkm diamond/pearl)

After all those quests, the unbirthday party is in full swing! Yuu has the option to battle each of the boys (like in the battle restaurants from X and Y) or they can go straight to Riddle to get the badge!

Afterwards, Ace and Deuce pop up from time to time to battle the player like a rival would, except its more like they harass poor Yuu into fighting them so they can see how strong Yuu has gotten

After the badge, Riddle asks the player to catch the 5 Sandslashes that ran into the forest (not a mandatory quest) and after giving him the Sandslashes, the player recieves Alolan Sandshrew as a reward!

Now for an explanation of the boys teams!

Each boy has a fire type, a grass type, and an ace because it makes things more interesting

Gym leaders have an extra pokemon because I said so… also ignore stats I picked each mon based on vibes alone

I wanted Ace and Deuce to have a sort of mirrored team, with Ace having exclusively special attackers and Deuce having physical attackers

Ace has Mismagius mainly because of how it sounds like mischief; Ace would defo prank Deuce using Mismagius

Deuce has Scizor because it reminds me of a motorcycle! He takes Scizor to get decals every so often to bond <3

Cater has Alolan Raichu as his ace because cheerful surfer, and (iirc) all of his team can use double team since I thought that was fitting :P

I also chose Chandelure for Cater mainly to hint at his depth (duology? Sides?) as a character hehe

Trey has baking pokemon! Funny i know! They all help him make treats for the unbirthday parties :)

Riddle has Audino as his ace partially to hint at his mother’s influence (as his mom is like a nurse/healer/doctor?) and also because Audino seems like a calming pokemon (same logic for him having Meganium)

Riddle uses Talonflame since i can see baby riddle befriending the Fletchling that pops outside his window while he works on his self study stuff, and he has Roserade mainly for the rose theming

This au has been in the works for like a long while lol, i plan to draw each of the twst dorms as a gym, and to explain a little of my thought out story each time!

Yuu gets Grim as a starter pokemon accidentally, he helps Yuu save Professor Crowley from wild Houndour or something idk

Crowley hands Yuu a pokedex (“do my work for me, im so generous!”) and off the duo go!

Grim isnt an actual pokemon in this universe, but he does get mistaken for a multitude of them lol, from a Purrloin to a Sentret!

But Grim coming out of nowhere is not as much of a lucky chance as it seems… and Yuu discovers a mysterious tag under the ribbon they tie to Grim’s neck

[i-willstealyourtoes]

HEYYY first time I've found a Sleeping Dogs fan! I don't mean to bother but if you want to and you've got the time, maybe you could write your opinions of how you think Wei would feel if he found out the person he was in love with happened to be related to Dogeyes im kinda curious! Hope your day is great :)

Wei Shen with crush who's related to Dogeyes

- So Wei probably met you while he was walking through the streets of HK

- He saw you on the phone to someone, angrily muttering to whoever was on the other side

- You had this aura around you that he couldn't ignore, so he waited until you were finished to talk to you (extroverts be like)

- 'Hey, heard some heated arguments happening over here, you alright?'

- You just told him that it was your older cousin being a menace (per usual)

- 'Well, I'm sure you probably scared him off with that many insults.'

- Wei definately is the rizz-master, so he probably convince you to go get some food or something with him

- 'Hey, uh, I know this good ice-cream place nearby if you want to cool off. Literally.'

- After you guys chilled and stuff he would get your number/contact then leave (probably for a mission or something)

- After casually 'hanging out' with you more, he'd eventually ask you out fr

- 'So, you wanna go to (insert cool place) with me? As in, a date..?'

- After y'alls first date he'd defo be at least a little in love with you hehe (kicks feet and giggles)

- Everythings been going well so far

-He's got an awesome partner, he's moving up in the gang, Dogeyes isn't being too annoying(ish)

- It was when he was at the Golden Koi things got bad. Really bad

- Conroy was complaining about Dogeyes to Wei and mentioned his cousin at one point

- 'Everyone hates this PK, even his own family! His cousin outright declared their hatred of him. Isn't that funny?'

- Wei didn't know he had a cousin

- 'Oh, you've never met his cousin? That's weird, they wander all around here...oh here's a photo of them.'

- Wei practically snatched the phone off Conroy ('Hey- what the f-') once he saw it

- There's no way

- Theres no goddamn way that was you

- 'Their name...it's not (Y/n) right?'

- 'Oh, you met them then?'

- Wei needed to get out of there, to think

- He couldn't BELIEVE of all the people for him to love like, it's you

- The next time you guys went on a date, it was clear something was troubling him (though he was pretty good at hiding it)

- 'Who's your cousin?'

-When you told him he couldn't stop his heart from aching a little

- 'Why didn't you say anything?'

- 'I thought it wasn't important. I hate him anyway so...Plus I didn't want to scare you or something.....I'm sorry.'

- 'Oh don't worry, I'm not scared of that guy. If anything, it's the other way.'

- After that discussion, Wei left with a weight taken off his shoulders

- Not only were you not on speaking terms with him, you also hated his guts as much as he did

- He still likes you ofc, nothing will change that

- Though he will probably be more careful about being with you in public

- If Winston or someone like that found out, he would (probably) be dead

- (I actually think they wouldn't care bc you hate Dogeyes anyway but still)

- OH and if Dogeyes found out

- OH LORD

- Mans would be a little scared tbh

- Overall, he still likes you but he's gonna be more secretive about y'all

- If you want more lmk :))

[40sbarnes]

Medici: Spymasters of Florence

Til Death

(extra)

um,,. have this offering,....

pairing; lorenzo x reader <3

1.6k words; this defo has plot holes idrk whats happening with bianca etc, so just read with a grain of salt pls

Spreading the lip paint across your lips, you half expected it to sting. You pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You felt as though you were playing dress up for a mission once again, as if the reflection staring back at you was just another character. But it wasn’t, for this was your life now.

Your hair was arranged in such a way that the prestigious women you had often tried to mimic would wear their own locks, although no longer were you mimicking, you were. The cream gown sat on your body as if it had been plucked from one of your wildest dreams, and not from a quaint dressmaker in Venice. With a smile you recalled your second visit to the shop, how your betrothed had not held back an ounce of opinion, ensuring that you also spoke up for exactly the dress you desired for your special day. Your mind wandered to the blacksmiths surprise on the same visit, as he was given a healthy lump sum to create the rings that would soon sit on your fingers. Your gaze was drawn to your ring finger now, seeing how the band you had stolen so long ago still sat in its place. It served as an engagement ring you supposed, you couldn’t see yourself without it, and as you slid it off and slipped it into a pocket in your skirts, you vowed silently to replace it as soon as the ceremony was finished.

A gentle rapping at the door echoed throughout the silent room. You stepped back from the mirror with one last glance to cross the room, stopping with your hand around the handle as a thought rose to your mind. “Who is it?”

“Your favourite,” even without his unmistakable voice, you would have recognized the cheek in his tone on your worst day.

“Lorenzo! What if I had answered!” you scolded, your hand falling from the handle to join your other as you crossed your arms across your chest in feign anger.

“Well, I was hoping you would,” the confusion in his voice was clear even with the inches of oak between you both.

“You can’t see me before the ceremony! It’s bad luck,” you informed, not sure how much you believed in it but knowing the both of you didn’t need any more misfortune.

“Never knew you were so superstitious,” he teased, although he respected your wishes, accepting that your conversation would take place with the door remaining between you both.

“You have much to learn about me, Medici,” Lorenzo didn’t need to see your face to hear the grin on your lips.

“And I cannot wait to learn it all, Medici,” your heart sped up at he returned your teasing words.

“Lorenzo!” his mother’s voice floated from outside the door, scorning him. You heard the shuffling of him standing up straight, presumably facing her. “Go! They’re waiting for you downstairs, and you shan’t seen your bride before the ceremony, it’s in bad faith!” Lucrezia pushed her son gently in the right direction, ignoring him as he mumbled something along the lines of ‘so I’ve been told.’

She waited until he was gone from the hall to slip into your room, a wide smile falling across her face as she took in the sight before her, “You look so beautiful.” The corners of her eyes crinkled as she complimented you, and you returned the grin. Although you had been living with the Medici’s for almost two months now, it was only recently you had the fortune of seeing the woman before you truly smile.

“Thank you, Madonna,” you dipped your head slightly, but she caught your shoulder, forcing you back upright. What is it they say about the apple?

“In a matter of moments I’ll be your mother, officially,” she squeezed your shoulder where her hand was, “no need for the formalities, y/n,” her voice was soft. Your mouth fell slightly agape before you nodded in agreement. Her addition of ‘officially’ didn’t go unnoticed by you. You had quickly fallen into the family, in such a tender time they were more than appreciative to have someone to lean on, and in Lucrezia’s eyes no riches could ever repay the way you cared for Lorenzo after the loss of his brother.

The Medici’s, just as the rest of Florence, believed the story that you had been devoted to Lorenzo from the start, and that you had been kidnapped by the Pazzi’s, threatened to go along with their plan. It wasn’t exactly a falsehood, it just simply emitted some of the more dicey facts. There was no rush on your wedding, most of Florence believed you to be already wed, and with funerals, politics and grieving being the core focus at that time, no one was particularly stressed over officialities. But as time passed, Lorenzo had presented the idea of having a proper ceremony and you certainly weren’t opposed.

“Well,” Lucrezia clasped her hands together as she stood away from you, “ready?”

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To say it was a small gathering would be a gross understatement. It was strictly Medici in its attendance, Lucrezia, Bianca and Father Carlo were stood out in the garden under an arch of rose bush. With fondness, you recalled some of the earlier planning of this day.

“And where? I suppose it would be a tad awkward to do it in the church,” Lorenzo pondered aloud from where he lay across your bed, supporting himself on one elbow. With everyone thinking that this day had already taken place, it proved difficult to make their beliefs true.

Your gaze fell off of Lorenzo and out of the window you sat in. “What about the gardens?” Somehow, they looked even more spectacular as you made your way into the summer months. The flowers appeared brighter, the grass greener.

“A fine venue for a grand wedding,” Lorenzo joked, his eyes surveying the side of your face, “Is there anyone you wish to invite?” the question escaped his lips as soon as it appeared on his mind, he despised the way he lost his smart tongue the minute you two were alone.

You focused your gaze on one of the rose bushes, “No,” you replied simply, hoping to keep any emotion from the answer. There was no one, you had no one. Only Lorenzo.

You looked to him now.

He looked at you as if you were also all he had, but the glint in his eye made it seem as if that weren’t something terrible at all. It wasn’t that you were all he had in this world, it was that you two were the only ones in his.

Goosebumps rose across your bare shoulders, your eyes remaining on his as you carried your skirts over the grass, joining Lorenzo to stand before Father Carlo. His fingers found yours almost instantly, lacing them together in the small space between you both. He only let them go for the exchanging of rings, and you couldn’t help but notice the slight shake of his hand as he slid the band onto your finger. You gave him a grin as you returned the gesture, earning a wide smile in exchange. You didn’t even hear Carlo’s next words as your now-husband cupped your face to pull you into a kiss, and if you had any lingering doubts of Lorenzo’s true intentions for this marriage, they were mercilessly thrown away as you relished in your lips meeting. Your hands had found his own face, and when you eventually pulled away, you stayed holding one another as you both surveyed your new spouse, trying to commit the image before you to memory; if such a thing was possible.

The look he was giving you made your heart swell against your ribcage, giving you the impression that you were holding his own beating heart in your hands instead of his cheeks. The cheers from your small audience almost weren’t enough to remind you that other people existed in that moment, until they turned into displeased gasps. You tore your eyes from your husband to his family, to see Bianca with her hand held out, her eyes on the sky. You followed her gaze to see the grey clouds that had appeared above you, and were beginning to spill down.

“Come along then, before we’re drenched,” Lucrezia glanced back at you as she headed for the house, Bianca and Carlo in tow.

You faced Lorenzo, wondering why he hadn’t moved, to see his gaze still fixed on you. Your hands slipped from his face to grab his own on yours, taking it to your side. “Come on, or do you wish to stare all day?” your tone was far too soft for the jab to hold any weight.

“Since when have you the ability to read minds?” he quirked a brow, although he seemed to be out of his trance now, a grin sat atop his blushed lips.

“Don’t worry, I can only read yours,” your thumb brushed his knuckles as you spoke.

“I suppose I mustn’t tell you how that only worries me further,” the rain was truly beginning to fall now, but neither of you had moved an inch still.

“You mustn’t,” a large raindrop landed on your brow, threatening to fall into your eye, if not for Lorenzo’s gentle fingers wiping it away before it had any chance.

The sky seemed to have little patience for you newlyweds, and opened up without any further hesitance. Lorenzo squeezed your hand before dragging you behind him, both of you breaking into a sprint as the droplets poured onto you. He glanced back as you struggled to gather your skirts, letting a raw chuckle bubble out from his throat, and you were quick to accompany him in his laughter, realizing that maybe running in the rain wasn’t all that bad.

[yostresswritinggirl]

Do you do poly ships? :0 if not feel free to do these two characters separately lol May I get some hcs of Zhongli and Venti on a picnic date with the reader? Just a quiet day in the sun where the Archons can relax for a moment and watch the world go by :D (if you wanna insert some angst maybe they suddenly realize this moment is fleeting bc reader is mortal and won't be with them forever?? Up to you lol 👀) thank you in advance!!!

I actually don't :D kidding ahahah

What I meant to say was that I haven't wrote anything related to poly relationship before so this a cool, first experience for me! And like the dumbass that I am, I took on this request and butchered the heck outta it. Welcome to "A Day In The Life Loving Two Broke Gods"-

Rendezvous with the Gods

Picnic Scenario with Poly!Venti, Zhongli, and You

Background!

It's pretty WACK how you got two of the seven archons to be interested in you in a romantic level.

But I can imagine that the thing that attracted them the most to you is your sense of humanity. As ex-archons, what they needed now is a sense of normalcy and a grasp on reality, and with your knowledge and presence they've come to realize the ways of the mortals fairly easily.

But like, you got the two oldest archons in existence. Even the Traveler is in disbelief at this turn of events.

I think you somehow ended up in this situation when the two of them had a reunion after their retirement, and the conversation went like this: "Have you heard of the fair maiden, (Y/N)? Their existence greatly reminds me of Celestia!" "I had the honor of meeting them yes, how tantalizing they are, even the slightest sight of them invigorates me through the whole day."

They'd shower you with praises among one another, and you're forced to sneeze for an hour straight somewhere in Teyvat.

Preparation!

*wheeze*

First thing I thought was "How probable is it that Venti drinks Dandelion Wine at 4 in the afternoon?"

The answer is yes.

You three have planned this picnic days ahead, maybe even a week. As all of you have your own work and errands to deal with, probably not Venti tho, a gathering of this magnitude that requires you three to be present for hours are not as common as you'd think.

First order of business: location! The most obvious answer would have been Starsnatch Cliff, Windrise or even Dihua Marsh.

While thinking, Venti and Zhongli ended up sharing a look, and suddenly the location was settled.

No, you don't know where it is, and they tell you that they'll handle it.

You don't have to worry.

You are very worried.

Next, the food! Being in a relationship with two broke Gods made you the alpha in terms of Mora, and on this occasion, you're once again forced to put your foot down and provide.

With that in mind, both of them could only offer a guilty smile and a nervous laugh.

The outcome of your meal depends on your cooking skills really: if you're good or decent, what a heart-warming picnic that would be.

They must have tasted your cooking before so they would ask for requests on your delicious home cooking —

something light that goes with tea, said Zhongli.

something meaty and heavy to pair with wine, said Venti.

It's a wonder how you deal with these two together.

If you're absolutely terrible at cooking, like Suspicious Dish™ rating, you're gonna have to rely on your Mora to get takeout for this date.

Everything else you've pretty much wrapped up quickly, all you have to do now is wait.

Picnic Time!

Venti was the one to pick you up from your housing to guide you to the location, greeting you with a chaste kiss on the cheek before aiming for the picnic basket hanging by your elbow.

You don't let him; he might eat it on the way there honestly

Cute boy is practically shaking with excitement as he hauls you up over a cliff face and carefully nyoom! over the sea

Where is he taking you?

You didn't dwell much longer when you saw a small island in the distance, a rock formation by the edge and most notably, you're tall lover standing next to an elegant patterned brown and gold blanket placed over the sea of flora.

Welcome to Heart Island!

Very cheesy

The Geo archon greets you with a kiss on the hand before being tackled to the ground by a buzzing Venti.

How that was physically possible was beyond you-

You set up and laid down all the food you got for today's picnic: Fresh apples, 'Breakfast' Sandwich, Chicken and Mushroom Skewers!

You've also noticed a picnic basket to the side that wasn't yours. Noticing your stare, Zhongli pulled out his contributions: Mora Meat, a pitcher of Iced Tea, and a bowl of Mushroom Stew.

Out of nowhere, Venti manifests his own offerings to the table: Apples, Dandelion Wine and Mondstadt Hash Browns.

You have no idea how these two managed to prepare or afford such meals but you appreciate it nonetheless.

They had the whole week to save up Mora just for this picnic, how cute aww

The first to take a bite is Venti, defo. You and Zhongli would be prepping the utensils while the Anemo boy sneaks some food into his mouth, even if you smack his hand multiple times, he's not gonna relent.

A lot of catching up happens in this picnic: your wild commissions, Venti's recent performances, Zhongli's uh consultant stuff.

These are the rare moments where Zhongli isn't the one filling up the conversation more, satisfied with hearing the voices of his lovers and listening to their joys or woes.

The whole picnic is accompanied by Venti's lyre, strumming softly, unrelenting, to make sure all of you are enjoying the serenity of the island.

You and Zhongli take turns spoon feeding him cuz he just won't stop PLAYING

Zhongli made the Iced Tea

Zhongli made the Iced Tea

Very refreshing, right amount of sweet, would honestly be a good alternative for Venti's alcoholism

Speaking of, he's tipsy now

He's on a full-blown performance now, serenading and urging you two into a dance after eating "to digest the food faster"

Not really believable but you danced anyways.

Zhongli would decline first as he starts cleaning up

But give him a little more nudge, pull on his hand, he'll crave eventually

Rex Lapis is actually a pretty decent dancer

HAVE YOU SEEN HOW GRACEFUL HE DROP KICKS HIS SPEAR

Such a relaxing day off the three of you deserve

By the time the sun already dipped the horizon and you guys still had time to spare, you and Venti would be dozing off on the blanket while leaving the few remaining clean up to Zhongli. It was a tiring yet enjoyable day that's deserving of a nice and dreamy nap.

"Morax..." He'd hear an uncharacteristically somber voice as he makes his way over to where you both lay. Your back resting on the Anemo archon's chest as he spoons you. His teal eyes stare unmoving at your open palm of which the Geo archon takes into his as he sits down.

Little cuts litter your rough hands, from your adventures, some fresh from today to prepare your dishes. How frail and sensitive mortal hands are.

"I'll miss them, so so much." Venti confessed as his grip around you tightens, free-flowing tears erupt from his eyes that are unfocused, as if he was years away with that thousand yards stare that the other God had familiarized himself with.

For the second time in his whole lifetime, Rex Lapis found himself at a loss for words.

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"Ohhh, a luxurious chest! What's it doing so far out here?" The Traveler lets the floating companion ramble as they pull the chest open, excited for the new artifacts they'll come by.

A teal goblet with gold accents worn out through the years from disuse as parts of its paint are chipped off as gray splotches, laid perfectly in the middle of a brown wool blanket with intricate gold and silver geometric patterns. On each side lays an Anemoculus and Geoculus, softly glowing yet dimming in pulses.

They pick it up with utmost care for safe-keeping, to ask for their archon friends in the future. Who knows, it might be the closure they needed.

This took some time and a lot of pondering wow! This is even more chaotic than the Albedo one ahahah I've made myself sad just thinking about this— anyways thank you so much for requesting and your lovely support! Please let our archon bbs be happy ywy

[mcwriting]

Just Friends

sooooo... I know I've said I don't write smut, but I will write *barely* sfw stuff if I'm in the mood :)

College AU because that's my current aesthetic lol. Not explicit but defo spicier than what I normally write

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 2078

Warnings: light language, alcohol consumption, implied (consensual) sex

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The music was loud with a deep bass, reverberating through your spine as you carried a half-drank solo cup of indiscriminate alcohol and red fruit punch.

"Tom. I'm not feeling it tonight," you basically yelled to your best friend, a proud member of the fraternity whose basement you were in. "This just doesn't hit like it used to."

You were both going into your senior year of college, having been friends ever since your freshman dorm rooms ended up right next to each others.

Now that you and your friends were all legal, going to the frathouse instead of a bar just seemed unnecessary. The only reason you were really there was because Tom and his best friend Harrison were officers and had to live in-house.

Tom had only had a couple beers within the past hour, trying to stay steady with you, though you weren't even experiencing a light buzz.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to lean down to your ear.

"Whadd'ya want to do then?" he asked.

"Can we just go back to my place? We've got some alcohol in the apartment," you answered. He nodded. "Let's go find Emily first, make sure she doesn't want a ride, too."

You both made your way around, finally seeing your roommate and Harrison making out in one corner of the room, one hand holding a red solo cup and the other cupping his face.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed her shoulder, pulling them apart.

"Heeeeyyy. What are you two up to?" she asked, turning around and pressing her back up against the blonde who then wrapped both arms around her stomach, resting a chin on her shoulder.

"We're gonna go drink at the apartment, " you called, trying to get her to hear over the music. "Do you want to go in the uber with us?"

She shook her head.

"Nah, I think I'll stay here if Haz is cool with it."

"You know I'm always cool with you staying over," he added, spinning her around.

"Okay, well then you two know the drill," you started, "if you even think about taking advantage of her I'll-"

"You'll cut my dick off," he finished, "yeah, yeah, I know. I would never, I swear."

Harrison put a hand over his heart for good measure.

Your stern look turned to a grin.

"Alright you two, stay safe and all that jazz. See you tomorrow."

You were waving bye when Emily called out behind you,

"Don't forget to use condoms!"

You blushed like mad, and Tom did, too.

You were just friends, after all. Only friends.

Both of you went through the rest of the house in silence, going outside to wait for your driver. You crossed your arms in frustration over your chest.

"I can't believe Emily would try to embarrass us like that! She knows we're just friends! Now that whole party thinks we left to hook up."

"Come on, y/n. The music was too loud. If anyone heard it was like two other people and they're freshman. Who cares what they think?"

You laughed at his response as he squeezed your side again, trying to get you to loosen up and smile again. You couldn't help but comply as the driver pulled up.

✧

Tom was hunched over looking through your fridge when you exited your bedroom, having already removed any makeup and changed into sweats.

He stood up when he heard you.

"What all do you want to- is that my shirt?"

You looked down, then shrugged.

"Huh. Guess so. You can have it back if you want it," you said, starting to pull up up over your sports bra when he stopped you.

"No, no. It's fine. Looks better on you anyways," he quipped, shutting the fridge door. You couldn't help but smile at that last comment as you pulled it back down. "Speaking of clothes of mine, do you still have my grey sweats?"

It wasn't long before he had changed as well, wearing the pants he'd left from the last time and one of your XL sweatshirts.

"Are you sure this sweatshirt isn't mine, too?" he asked, tugging on it.

"Since when do you wear oversized sweatshirts, Tom?"

He paused and looked up.

"Oh, right. Never. Thanks for washing these pants for me."

It wasn't a strange occurrence for Tom to spend the night at your apartment, usually to get out of the frat house every so often. He typically took the couch or your air mattress and kept some clothes in your closet.

He hit his hands together, then rubbed them.

"Now that we've got that out of the way. What shall we drink?"

You were originally just going to finish a bottle of wine as you watched "The Wedding Planner" together on the couch, but then Tom discovered the bottles of tequila and vodka in the freezer during the scene where Mary gets drunk.

"Come on, babe. We've gotta do at least one shot. It would be way more entertaining."

"I can't imagine that either of us needs to be drunk to find JLo and Matthew McConaughey entertaining, but fine," you replied, getting up to pull out the shot glasses from the cabinet.

"I shouldn't have told you to look for the ice cream," you lamented, causing him to laugh.

About 20 minutes after a shot each, you were both curled up on the couch together, the alcohol hitting as the story was beginning to wrap up.

You felt a little awkward watching the characters confess their love for each other as you were leaning on Tom's side, his arms caressing you.

But you were just friends, right?

Yeah, but your drunk brain couldn't ignore the flashing sign inside that seemed to scream "but you're also kinda into him!"

And it was right.

You'd had subtle feelings for him since probably sophomore year, after having playfully hated each other throughout freshman year.

You liked to blame that sentiment on the fact that your beds had been against the same wall and you could often hear each other doing just about everything.

"I just don't get how people weren't more mad at her going after an engaged man!" Tom said, snapping you from your thoughts.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. But I mean she did try to avoid him for a while, I guess," you replied, not quite slurring but your words coming out just a little but slow.

Tom switched on a random TV channel after credits started rolling and shifted a bit, still holding you tight.

"You doing okay?" he asked. You nodded.

"Yeah, I think I'm already coming down. You were kind of right, though. Drunk watching gave me a whole new perspective."

"Oh yeah? and what's that?"

You could feel the vibrations in his chest as he spoke, making you close your eyes sleepily.

"Hmm. I'm not actually sure."

He laughed at your response and then you both fell into a comfortable silence, both of you relishing in each other's warmth.

After a little bit, you sat up, rubbing your eyes and stretching.

"You good?" he asked again.

"Yep, just gonna run to the bathroom real quick."

You stood up, taking slow steps. Your thoughts were no longer clouded but your coordination wasn't quite there yet.

By the time you returned, Tom had gotten you some water glasses and returned to the couch. This time, you laid down so you could rest your head in his lap and look at your phone as he stroked your hair.

After a while of scrolling through social media and showing Tom the occasional picture, you closed the phone and set it on your chest.

You looked up and Tom and wondered aloud,

"What do you think Em and Haz are up to now?"

"Is that really a question? Smashing."

You snorted.

"Gosh those two don't know how to keep their hands off of each other. I can't believe it took them so long to figure out they were into each other. 'Just friends' my ass."

Tom gave an awkward chuckle of his own.

"Hey, that's our line."

You could feel the tension in that response, not sure how to respond as you continued to study Tom's face.

"We should probably start getting ready for bed," he suggested. "I can start blowing up the air mattress if you wanna go brush your teeth and stuff."

You had sat up but stopped him.

"Wait... will you... do you want to just sleep in my bed tonight?"

"What? Then where will you sleep? On the couch?"

You were a little stunned at his oblivious answer.

"I- what? No. I meant... do you want to share the bed with me? It's plenty big for two people."

He eyes widened.

"Oh... oh! Okay I get it now. Uh, sure. As long as you're sure. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything."

"Tom, I mean it. I want you to," you plead.

You were eventually getting ready to crawl into bed when you faced Tom, sitting back against the mattress.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked once again, making you grin. You reached up and pulled him into a hug.

"I promise, Tom. I really do."

You both pulled away just enough for your faces to be in front of each other, not even an inch apart. Your heart was racing, tension higher than ever between you.

It felt like forever staring at each other. You weren't really sure who moved first but suddenly your lips were crashing into each other's with a fiery passion, hands roaming each other's bodies for the first time like you were starved for touch.

Somehow you had flipped and made it onto the bed, you on top of Tom as you rode his leg.

It wasn't long before shirts were removed, too, and bare skin was against bare skin.

"Mmm... Where... um... condom?" Tom asked between kisses, both of you breathing heavily.

You paused and sat up, straddled over his hips, thinking. It had been a while since you'd needed one of those.

You slid off of him and went to the bathroom, reaching deep into the back of the sink cabinet, thankful to find that the box wasn't expired. When you stood up, you almost laughed at the way your face was flushed and hair unruly.

When you returned, Tom was sitting up looking at you, brows raised.

"So we really doing this?" he asked. You couldn't help but smile, thankful for his respectful nature.

"I am if you are."

It didn't take long to fall back onto the bed again, eventually tiring yourselves out and falling asleep pressed against one another.

✧

You walked out of your bedroom, hair still wet from a shower, looking to make some coffee.

As the first mug brewed, Emily came through the door.

"Oh, hey!" she looked around. "Did Tom head back already? I must've missed him. I guess he slept on the couch since I don't see the air mattress anywhere."

You were unsure of how to answer, pausing as you leaned back against the counter.

Once you finally figured out something to say, you were interrupted by Tom opening the bedroom door. His own hair was also still wet, and he held your bedsheets in a clump in his arms.

"Hey y/n do you want me to stick these in with any clothes or- oh hey Emily," he said, not registering the situation as he passed by her to put the bundle in the washing machine.

Emily, on the other hand, was standing frozen in shock. She looked at you, pointing towards Tom, then back at you, a hand then reaching up to cover her mouth.

"Oh my... I- did you two..?" her fingers wiggled back and forth between you two. You couldn't help but blush. "Holy shit, you did!"

Tom turned and walked to you with a maniacal grin, standing in front you as he reached past your body to grab the filled coffee cup.

"It's definitely possible," he answered her, leaning down to press a kiss on top of one of the hickeys he'd left on your neck.

"Finally! 'Just friends' my ass," she said, unknowingly paralleling your own comment about her. She was about to open her mouth again when you cut her off this time.

"Yes, Em. We used condoms. Now tell me if I've got any dicks to cut off."

✧

A/N: byeeee I don't know how to feel about this. On the one hand I'm pretty proud of it but also this is nothing like how I am as a person or how I usually write so I'm definitely out of my comfort zone here haha

Hope you all enjoyed though! If you did please leave a like or reply or something! I have more one shots similar to this in mind if anyone wants more like it!

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Shy (one-shot)

Synopsys: She’s shy. He likes her. She likes him. But every time something gets between the ex-Winter Soldier and the cute lab rat that works with Stark. The team has had enough of the pining.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Genre: fluffffffff

Warnings: swearing, as per usual, nothing else really. Just some cute lil fluff I wrote (also this is defo not my best work :D)

Word count: 3042

It was a seemingly ordinary day when the ex-Winter Soldier’s life changed forever.

        Bucky’d plopped down onto the sofa with a disgruntled sigh, making Steve smirk and divert his attention from the show on the TV to his friend.

        “You know, she likes you,” Steve said to Bucky as he sipped on his coffee giving him a side glance.

        Bucky just grumbled and crossed his arms, mind still reeling on the absolute failure that he had experienced earlier that day. It'd been a trainwreck of a mission. No lives lost, but he'd made an absolute fool of himself by making a few bad calls. “Who?”

        “Y/N.”

        “Yeah, as if,” he snorted. “I mean I know she likes me, but she likes everyone. There’s not a single mean bone in her body.”

        “No, I mean,” Steve huffed placing down the cup before he spilt some of it on himself, “she likes you. As in she might want to pursue a relationship with you.”

        Bucky was choking on his spit the second the word ‘relationship’ came out of his friend’s mouth. Y/N? Liked him? As in more than a friend? He’d be lying if he said that thought didn’t send him over the Moon, but it seemed like such a far reach, especially with the interactions they’d had, that he had to give Steve a glare, especially with how she didn’t even give a single sign she might be into him. 

       He raised an eyebrow. “Because you’re the expert on flirting and getting it on?”

        “Wow.” Steve put a hand on his chest in mock hurt. “That’s a low blow. I might’ve not had any game when I was skinny, but let me tell, you after the serum th-“

        “When was the last time you went on a date?” Bucky interrupted his rant.

        His friend broke the eye contact and paused, chewing on his bottom lip before deflecting. “Look that doesn’t matter.”

        Bucky rolled his eyes so much he feared they’d be permanently stuck like that.  

        “What matters is that she likes you, but she’s too shy to do anything about it,” Steve stated.

        “We had a pretty good conversation a couple of hours ago.” They did. If you take saying 'hello', an awkward wave and bashful smiles as a conversation, then yes, it was very successful.

        “Shy doesn’t always mean ‘incapable of holding a conversation’. Shy can mean not talking about how they’re feeling or how their day is because they think no one cares or would get annoyed with them,” Steve said looking over his mug.

��       Bucky was baffled. “How – why – how could anyone think she’s annoying? She’s – she’s amazing!” But that’s when it hit him - Y/N never looked him in the eye, she always apologized for talking ‘too much’, and at any point in the conversation, she always diverted the attention away from her or her troubles.

        “So…” Bucky swallowed hard. “You think I should go for it?”

        Steve shrugged. “I think if you don’t, you’ll never know what it could lead to.”

        ***

        It was about an hour later after his enlightening chat with Steve that Bucky found himself walking towards where their resident lab rat usually stayed at when he heard muffled cursing.

        “Work, you absolute piece of shit!” Y/N exclaimed each word emphasized with a harsh hit against a machine’s side. “Top-notch technology my ass!”

        “Everything alright, doctor Y/L/N?” His voice was gruff as he interrupted her conversation with the computer. 

Not that Y/N would ever admit it, but usually just his presence alone set her body ablaze, but this time, it was a distraction and not a good one.

        “Just fucking peachy,” she grunted and slammed her hand against the computer with every uttered syllable.

        “Alright,” Bucky chuckled and entered the lab. “What did that poor computer do to you, since you seem so inclined to completely destroy it?”

        “For starters, it decided to shut down,” she growled at the computer, and if it was alive, it would hang its head in shame. “Then, when I rebooted it, the files were not lost, oh that I could live with, but they were corrupted. Meaning I do have them, but they’re useless, and that means I have to redo everything.”

        “You’d have to redo everything if the files were lost either way.” Bucky gave her a small smile, teasing the woman as she whined.

        “Yeah,” Y/N threw back her head. “But it wouldn’t be as humiliating. I mean, if they’re gone, they’re gone, but they aren’t!” She threw the screen a scowl. “The files are there, just sitting… and useless… just like me.”

        “Well, I wouldn’t say you’re useless." Bucky smirked at her, and she sighed.

        “Please, do tell what I’m of use here right now, right this moment.”

        “Company?” It came out more as a question than a statement, and that’s when Y/N realized how much she’d rattled on, how much of his precious world-saving time she’d taken up by a stupid mistake she made.

        “Sorry,” she muttered, shying away from Bucky’s gaze. “Didn’t mean to bore you with my crap.”

        “You don’t bore me. You could never.”

        He had that love-sick look on his face as she gave him a small smile, and her eyes dropped back to the ground. Not that Y/N ever noticed, but Sam never stopped teasing him about that fucking look. The one where his eyes glimmered like stars in the night sky, and his lips involuntarily lifted up in the corners. More than once Steve had to tell him to close his mouth or someone would slip on his drool. And each time, Bucky would slap his friend on the back of his head.

        “I’m not drooling,” he’d contest and go back to watching as Y/N moved around the lab, delicate fingers replacing whatever was fractured in his metal arm.

        “No, saliva just generally spills out of your mouth when she’s around.”

        Bucky would just grunt and say, ‘fuck off’. But he couldn’t help it really. 

        “Anyway." Y/N brought him out of the daydream. “Did you need anything? Is the arm acting up again?”

        Although she'd never think that Bucky had any feelings for her, there was some suspicion rising in her mind. Tony was the acting engineer, but on more than one occasion he had called her up and asked if she was available to take a look at Bucky's vibranium appendage.

        “Need some assistance, sweets,” the genius would mumble, and then when she would slip into work mode, he’d slyly exit the room and leave the two of them alone. And given how Tony knew, Y/N’s primary thing was chemistry and using the nanotech for cell regeneration, not engineering, it raised her suspicion level. Especially when the super-soldier came to her lab to have a check-up on days Tony was out specifically. 

        But she would never do anything about it. He could be standing at the altar with someone else in white walking towards him, and even then, Y/N, knowing it was her last chance, wouldn’t move a muscle to say what she felt. How could she when Bucky was the walking epitome of a Greek God while she tripped over her own feet while standing? For fuck’s sake, the man even fostered puppies in his spare time as if his day job wasn’t saving the world already how could her watching cells split in a petri dish match up to that?

        “Oh, uh,” he stammered fidgeting with his fingers. “No, I uh, actually came to ask you something. Nothing work or arm… related.”

        If Y/N’s heart wasn’t already beating out of her chest, she was pretty certain she’d vomit it up with the way he was looking at her. “Sure,” she whispered. “Umm, what do you want to know?”

        He twisted a ring on his flesh arm. She had gotten it for him two years ago during a game of ‘Secret Santa’, which Tony promptly had added her to the list. It made her feel all fuzzy and warm on the inside for being included, but then dread settled in. What the fuck do you get a bunch of superheroes that could afford literally anything they wanted? And then she’d pulled Bucky’s name from the tacky Santa’s hat.

        It wasn’t bad enough he was her crush, now she had to get him a gift he’d actually like, and she could barely hold a conversation with him that didn’t involve Avengers stuff. But from the looks of it, he had enjoyed the jewellery immensely, as any time he came over for whatever reason, he was wearing it. He liked it so much there was a lighter line of skin underneath the ring where the sun couldn’t get.

        But the words wouldn’t come out of his mouth. Bucky just froze as Y/N stared at him with hopeful and inquisitive eyes. All the things he wanted to say and ask just vanished from his brain as if he’d been put back into that horrible machine that used to wipe his mind.

        “Buck?” Her voice was small as his mouth hung open like an idiot. But he didn’t even get a chance to collect himself when Bruce rushed in.

        “Sorry to interrupt whatever this is, but Y/N I need you. There’s a problem with the cradle.”

        And that was her cue. With an apologetic smile, she pulled off her latex gloves and rushed out of the room, but not before leaning back in through the door. “Hopefully I should be done in two hours tops. Raincheck on that question?”

        Bucky shook his head. “You know what, it wasn’t that important anyway.”

        Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, hand reaching out to touch him, but he pushed past her and was gone, leaving the woman a bit stunned, and in all honesty - heartbroken.

***

        The rest of the day she spent in utter confusion, and Bucky in self-wallowing. Y/N couldn’t understand what had changed his mind so suddenly, what she’d done so wrong, and Bucky beat himself up the whole time about choking and running away. Which is why Steve was absolutely done with it.

        As Bucky sulked on the couch, stuffing his face with M&Ms and the pop tarts he’d stolen from Thor’s stash, Steve with Natasha, Clint, Tony, Bruce and Y/N in tow, all came into the room. 

        Seeing her lab coat swish behind her as she walked, Bucky slid down into the couch even more, as if the granite gray leather could absorb him and erase him from existence. God, how he wanted to be erased from existence. 

        “Hey, Y/N?” Tony drew everyone’s attention as he handed a coffee to her. “Would you mind taking a look at F.R.I.D.A.Y’s intercom system? She’s gotten a bit rusty here.”

        “Umm yeah.” She nodded, kinda confused as to why she'd have to do it, but Tony was her boss, so Y/N rarely asked him much. Unless something he said was absolutely dumb. “Mind getting me a ladder?”

        With a wink from Steve, Clint nodded. “Sure.”

        But instead of just him leaving, all of the Avengers slowly started to ‘disperse’ throughout the living-room, before bolting towards the hallway and telling the A.I. to shut everything down.

        “What’s going on?” Y/N asked looking around the common room, spotting the bright fiery hair of Natasha as she rushed out of the room, asking F.R.I.D.A.Y to override the lock code and not let either of them out. “Why are the doors locked?”

        The smug smile she received from the assassin only infuriated Y/N more. “Tony!” she yelled through the glass, but the genius put hands over his ears and screamed back at her.

        “Not until he talks to you!”

        That’s when she felt someone towering over her from behind. 

Two beautiful Y/E/C eyes looked up at him as Y/N turned around, confusion swimming in her irises. Bucky almost swore he passed out just from that look alone. 

“Buck, what’s going on?"

        The second he’d seen the group walk in, he knew what was happening. He wanted to murder all of them. Rip them apart piece by piece, but not in front of Y/N. No. He’d do that in the middle of the night, blending into the shadows and delivering slow and painful deaths to all of the conspirators. 

        But at the same time, this was his chance. There was literally nowhere for either of them to run unless you counted jumping out through the window and the ninety-story drop, you’d face. Which seemed very appealing to him at that moment, but Steve’s words rang through his head – ‘You’ll never know what it could lead to.” And he hoped it would lead to something beautiful, so taking a deep breath, Bucky confessed.

        “Because I’m a coward…” he sighed, “and I can’t do it without someone telling me to.”

        “Why?”

        “I’m scared,” it came out as a whisper, and Y/N had to take a step back hurt flashing across her face thinking back to all of the times they’d spent together, while in truth Bucky’d been terrified of her.

        “Of me?”

        Instantly he shook his head seeing the pain on her features, and once more Bucky scolded himself. “No… of what your reaction might be.”

        “Buck, you know I would never judge you. You can always talk to me… about anything.”

        “Yes, but this will change things.”

        “How?”

        “I don’t know… that’s what I’m scared of. I don’t want to lose you.”

        “Never. You could tell me you’re hiding a body in the tub, and I would offer you my help to get rid of it.”

        And it was this firm statement that solidified his decision.

        “Would you maybe,” Bucky exhaled deeply not daring to turn and look at the team that was gawking at both of them like hawks pressed against the glass, the same team that had bolted shut every door and window to prevent either of theirs escapes, “would you maybe want to go out… with… me… on a date?”

        Y/N was stunned. The cup of coffee she was still holding in her hand went slack, and it would’ve smashed against the ground had Bucky not quickly stepped forward and caught it stepping to stand in front of her.

        “You don’t have to,” he mumbled, looking at the milk infused drink. It was a light beige colour with a white foamy swirl in the middle like a little vortex that was sucking him in. God did he hope it would pull him in and never let out after what he was going to say. “It’s just that… I really like you.” There. Now it was out there. “I really like you. And not the way a friend likes a friend. I like you in a way that I want to hold your hand when we walk out together. I want to buy you coffee in the mornings and wake you up with breakfast in the bed and smooth out the hair that’s fallen on your face…”

        She wasn’t breathing as with every single word said Bucky seemed to move closer. “I think I might be in love with you, Y/N…” his hand gently lifted and cupped her cheek.

        She just stared at him, mouth slightly agape, shallow breaths escaping into the air as her heart beat out of her chest in a manner, she thought it might hit Bucky directly in the stomach. 

        “Say something,” he pleaded, blue eyes searching for an answer in Y/N’s Y/E/C ones. “Please.”

        “I – I don’t know what to say,” she whispered back. And it wasn’t because she didn’t feel the same, not at all. In fact, when he had started his whole confession, she felt like she was about to pass out from all the love that invaded her body, but the thing is - Y/N has never been good with emotions. She never knew how to process them, how to give the correct answer and make people happy. She was shy, awkward and a recluse. And now she was supposed to come out of her safety shell. Which is why for the first time in her life, she expressed herself with her actions by leaning up, grasping onto the nape up Bucky’s neck and pulling their mouths together.

        When her lips touched his, Bucky knew there was no going back. Not that he’d ever want to. He couldn’t help the giant smile that bloomed on his face, as he pulled Y/N closer to him, wrapping his arm one around her waist, the other trailing up to settle between her shoulder blades, pushing their chests together, so impossibly close an ant couldn’t crawl between the two. 

        It became even more of a beautiful moment when Y/N’s own lips pulled up in a smile, breaking the kiss apart, but leaving them grinning and feeling dizzy from the happiness. 

        “Guess we needed a gentle nudge in the right direction,” Bucky gave out a small laugh, both palms securely resting on Y/N’s hips and bringing her closer.

        “I’d say it was more of a shove with a rifle at our backs,” she said, holding onto Bucky’s shoulders fingers skimming against his clavicles and making his breath stop halfway to his throat. “Let’s… let’s go somewhere… the two of us without a bunch of people watching our every move.” Her eyes flitted over to where the rest of the team stood behind the doors listening in on the two, and suddenly the heads of their teammates disappeared from the view, making Y/N and Bucky shake their heads.

        “Yeah,” he chuckled, squeezing her side. “That’s probably the best idea. You truly are a dream, aren’t ‘ya?”

        Y/N could only chuckle and hide her face in the crook of Bucky’s neck as her hold tightened around his middle, and he responded much the same by weaving his fingers in the hairs on the back of her neck and pulling her closer if that was even possible, burying his nose in the Y/H/C locks.

        “Don’t go all shy on me now.”

        “Can’t,” she mumbled back. “You make me turn into mush.”

        Bucky chuckled, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “A cute mush.”

        “Shut up!”

And he did by pulling her in for another searing kiss. God, how he loved his shy girl.

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A/N: have you ever hated your job so much so, that you can’t sleep, can’t eat and basically live in a well of anxiety? and not because of the work itself, but because of that ONE PERSON that makes it miserable? Cause I do. And I can’t wait to get away from it.

P.S. sorry for being so pessimistic, but it’s just a nightmare.

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Playing Games // Peter Pan X Dom Male Reader - Part One.

Requester: It was Peter pan from ouap x dom male reader smut, I'm not sure about the plot but my m8 would defo trigger him, if u don't like doing dom reader it's fine.

TW: Smut. NSFW. Swearing. Grammar.

Pairing: Peter Pan (OUAT) X Dom Reader.

Words: 1155.

Part Two here

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Chorus laughter and singing rang around the bonfire as the lost boys pranced around it; all lost in their own world of fun.

You stood a few feet away, watching the scene of half of the lost boys literally lose themselves to the dances whilst Pan laughed, clapping and chewing on a piece of dried pork as he sang along.

It always gives you headaches about how loud and obnoxious they can be, and how every night they can spare so much energy after doing something dangerous with Pan that deserves all their needed attention. Though, you had to admit, it was funny seeing some of them trip over their own two feet and then get back up flustered and go back into dancing like nothing had happened. But as long as they were having fun and wasn't bothering you, you were alright with it - except for the headaches of course.

You leaned against one of the large trees, arms crossed and head high, occasionally smirking and giggling at some of the wierd noises they sometimes make. You could see Pan on the other side of the fire and dancing boys, the contours of his face alit from the flames that was dancing along, his smile and gleaming eyes onlooking proudly at the event playing in front of him. And it didn't take too long before those same proud eyes locked with yours; the proud'ness changing into one of fervor'ing mischief, his smiling lips turning into a smirk.

If you thought hard enough at the emotion that was written over his face, you would've known what's exactly on his mind. But it wasn't too hard to figure out: the lust and mischief was portrayed obviously through the gaze he held on you, especially as he bit his lip in a smile before turning away to talk to Devin.

Ken was beside you, chatting away on how embarrassing it was when losing against Devin by tripping over his own staff. He was the newest lost boy to join and ever since he got here, he stuck to you like glue. And because of that, Pan wasn't really too kind to him; always putting him in situations where he knew Ken would make a fool of himself. But, you didn't mind, you actually enjoyed his presence. He was like a little brother to you. Though, Pan's bitterness towards Ken made you distant. You didn't like the fact that Pan tried to humiliate Ken with every chance he gets.

You talked to him about it, but Pan is Pan, he doesn't listen unless he's getting something worthwhile. You knew he was strictly doing it on purpose just to see your reaction in the end, but as of late, his antics were becoming more prominent. You knew what his game was, and you weren't going to play. There's always something with him; one game is never enough to satisfy him.

However, you were playing a game - just not his. It was your own game. Your and Pan's relationship was different than any other relationship in the lost boys and any other companionship of Pan's. He thrived on the jokes and games he forces you to play, and he's ecstatic when you do.

You hadn't told anyone about the game, knowing too well that any of them would go and tell Peter right away - even Ken. But It wasn't even meant for others to know. All you were going to do is make The Peter Pan jealous - simple really.

It was too weird to do it with Ken, so you've been hanging out with Felix more recently. You two would flirt sometimes, though his flirting is more dry. There were occasional, lingering touches between you two. And even though he flirted back, you knew he wasn't into you. And he knew it was the same with you. So, it was basically a little fun thing you two did here and there. He didn't know about your and Pan's relationship, if he did, he wouldn't even touch you at all. No one really knew about your relationship, Pan didn't want anyone to know; rather having it a secret for titles and his rank.

But you knew he would put on a show if he's gotten a certain way during a certain scene that played in front of him. Now, you didn't do anything bold just yet, but you were planning on doing it tonight if you had gotten a good opportunity to so.

It wasn't anything too serious: just talk to Felix with the look you'll usually give Pan, grab his hand and walk off. Very easy and simple.

But right now, Felix was nowhere to be seen or heard from. The only thing you knew was that the last person who talked to Felix was Pan. And it was just two days ago that you talked and saw him. You wasn't worried, you knew Pan wouldn't put his own friends in danger just because of a little jealousy. But, it was a bit troubling to follow out through with the plan.

It didn't bother you doing it another night when Felix was here, you don't mind waiting. You just wanted to have this thing over and done with. Unlike Pan, you never liked playing so many games.

But, you thought it was for the best, you were a bit tired from the fight with Hook and his crewmen just a few hours ago; not to mention your back and shoulders wasn't doing so much better. You were hungry also, you just didn't want anything to eat. You grew bored of the same tasteless muck Pan had some the lost boys make.

Yawning, you covered it up with your hand before telling Ken you were going to head to bed, "O-oh, goodnight, (Y/n)!" You smiled and chuckled, giving his head a patting as you turned and walked out further into the thick woods. "Night, Ken."

The laughter and shouting grew distant as you continued your way out, preferring to sleep and keep your little shack atleast half a mile away from all the chaos and ruckus. You rather liked the calmness and quietness the Forrest had to offer - let alone the stargazing of the lighting bugs playing out at night, and the lonely melody's the crickets made.

Pan never understood that feature of yours, always trying to get you back with the lost boys; going as far as to say that you'll need protection from Hook and his crew. As though you weren't bigger and stronger then Pan himself.

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Um, I'm just going to end it here. But I will have the next part up soon, so don't worry about that.

Anyway! Hope you liked and enjoyed! （＾ω＾）

[ddejavvu]

hi mei!! i saw someone post earlier about actually fake dating their best friend and it made me kind of wishful AND THEN IT HAPPENED TO ME? NOT LIKE FAKE DATING AND MAYBE IT WAS LIKE SOME MANIFESTING TYPE OF WISHFUL BUT, TO QUOTE YOU, I REALLY WAS LIVING THAT Y/N LIFE FOR A SECOND

SO I work at a library do the typical shelving, help people find books bla bla bla as well as take care of the little corner of the library that's considered the bookstore and withdraw all the books that haven't been getting as much love :( side note, i love it there. i am so shy and books are so comforting and i'm actually an english lit major so if there is anything that gets me chatty, its defo books.

anywaaay... i was putting books into the bookstore and hiding the ones i was going to take later on the top shelf since no one ever looks there jiji, but i'm short and can't reach properly so i end up pushing the books through the shelf to the other side. one of them (or a few, let's be honest) hit someone because i hear the thump, followed by an, "ow!"

i go over, apologizing before i even see the person, and when i do, he is this tall, soft, cute guy who is already picking up the books and apologizing for getting in the way LIKE I DIDN'T JUST INADVERTENTLY HIT HIM AND I'M LIKE NO NO NO I'M SORRY please don't tell my boss LMAO

he ends up looking through the books that hit him and gets hooked on one about latin american writers that i actually want but obviously can't say, "um that's mine." he asks if i know anything about it because he likes a particular story they wrote and we end up talking about the author's work and their impact and i know i'm talking too much but he just lets me keep going. then the conversation slows, he asks if the book is for sale, takes it to check-out, and leaves.

once i'm heading out, my friend who works the circulation desk tells me that someone left a book for me AND YUP ITS THE BOOK WE WERE TALKING ABOUT AND HE LEFT A LITTLE NOTE INSIDE THAT SAID, "it hit me ;) that you might want this book more than i do. see you next week." AND THATS IT. NO NAME, NO NUMBER, NADA.

to be fair, i'd be way too chicken to actually text him and i didn't give him my name either, but now i have someone to look forward to next week and i'm anxiously excited for it 😭

WHAT THE FUCK 😭😭 HOW ARE YOU GUYS GETTING WRITTEN INTO FANFICTIONS, HOW ARE YOU STUMBLING ACROSS PRETTY BOOK BOYS IN THE LIBRARY

dude but that's so scary that he didn't leave anything so you've just gotta wait for it like KNGSJNAF YOU'RE SO LUCKY DUDE I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!! CONGRATULATIONS, I'M GONNA START CALLING YOU Y/N NOW, YOU'RE WINNING

but also the pun </3 he's a keeper babe!! keep me updated, i wanna know what happens!!

[geordiewrites]

Hey i just read exile inspired fic and it is soo good. I think you should write one based on the song tolerate it by ts? With harry plz. The drama, fight, tears.. I think you will reflect the emotion so well omg.

Tolerate It | Harry Potter

A/N: Hi lovely! First off, I adored this request so much and I really hope I’ve done it justice. Tolerate It is such a beautiful song and defo one of my favourites off of Evermore to cry to, there’s just so much detail hidden within the lyrics and I adore that. Harry too!! There’s not enough stuff for Harry, so I hope I’ve done well for you! ( Also this is super short, but I’ve been swamped with coursework xox )

Summary: Y/N is in love with The Boy Who Lived, and due to marry him in the Spring with a beautiful April wedding. Friends to lovers to that engaged couple who are just too in love to function, they share the most perfect story. But when Y/N begins to see their relationship for what it is, her entire world is thrown off key...

Warnings: angst and lots of it, loneliness, sadness, swearing.

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“You’re coming home tonight, right?” Y/N asks, excitement and anticipation heavy in her tone, cherry red nails clicking against the cold metal of the answerphone.

“Of course, I’ll be back soon, love.” Harry Potter, her beloved fiancé, answered back on the other side from his workplace all the way in central London. His office is almost empty, devoid of any homely photos or colleagues: they had all gone home to their families long ago, and yet he stayed behind. He had no work to finish, no cases glaring to be solved. There was nothing to do but leave, but Harry didn’t.

“You’ve said that before.” Y/N pointed out blandly, her forced smile fading slightly. Many times had Harry said he was on his way home, only to send a letter the next morning apologising for suddenly getting swamped with unavoidable paperwork. “Please come home Harry, I’ve even made your favourite for dinner.”

“That sounds good, I promise I’ll be there soon. I’m just leaving the Ministry now.” Harry replied monotonously, not sounding nearly as happy as Y/N wished he would. Perhaps he had just had a bad day at the office, he must have done. But he had just one too many bad days now, and the reality that he might not want to see her was beginning to sink in.

Shaking off that horrible thought, Y/N inhaled a sharp breath and chewed the edge of her top lip. “Alright, if you say so. I’ll see you then.”

“Bye.” Harry said shortly before putting the phone down and staring at his office, desperately trying to find a reason to stay at work. He did love Y/N, he did. Heck, he had even asked her to marry him and kissed the edge of her lips as they set the date. And then postponed it. And then postponed it another year after that, all because of some urgent work that Harry had suddenly come across. He was just so young, forced to grow up so quickly he didn’t even have time for a scrap of a childhood. Maybe that was why he didn’t want to see Y/N, why going home to their apartment often felt like a chore.

Back at their cosy flat in the nicer part of Greenwich, Y/N put the phone down after hearing an abrupt beep on the other end that let her know he had hung up. She sighed before walking over to a tall cabinet that stood to the side of their kitchen, taking out a set of nice china plates her Grandmother had left her and crystal wine glasses. It was the lovely cutlery only used for things like Christmas and obligatory dinner parties her family forced her to hold.

After setting it out on the table, Y/N checked the time and supposed that if Harry really had left as he said, he would be back in just a minute through the wonders of apparation. Carefully so she wouldn’t somehow spill the food in her clumsiness, a quality Harry once said he loved about her, Y/N moved the food from the oven, to plates and then through to their front room where the fancy cutlery was set up. A smile made its way onto her face, a beaming, gorgeous smile of confidence that her and Harry would finally have the night she deserved. One where work or his reluctance to put effort into their relationship, even if she did pretend she knew nothing about this, didn’t get in the way.

Alas however, minutes passed and there was no sign of Harry anywhere. The food grew colder and that wonderful, rare smile of hers faded into an all too comfortable frown, the crease between her eyebrows deepening with not only disappointment, but anger. A growing resentment for Harry’s lack of care or even acknowledgement of their engagement. He didn’t seem to give two hoots that she had made a lovely meal; after all, he had only called it ‘good’. Not fabulous or decadent or even something praiseful. Just good.

They hadn’t said ‘I love you’ before they hung up the phones. Harry had only said one word. Y/N’s mind began to spiral, her breathing growing quicker and sharper as the thought that it might be time to confront Harry about the buildup of letdowns over the course of the last few months. A year even, since he had properly spent time at home. At their home, the one in which he had knelt down on one knee and told her he wanted to grow old with her by his side, failing at muggle card games on the front porch as they watched their grandchildren play.

Not knowing exactly what to do, Y/N retreated to grasping at the doorframe to keep her body from tumbling to the ground. Her mind whirred with the usual possibilities to try and chase away his lateness. Got caught at work, perhaps Ron called. But none of it compared to the looming threat that Harry was scraping any old excuse together in order to stay away. That he was lying, something she never thought she would have to think about him doing. Harry had always been such an honest person, even as a child.

Y/N remembered how nervous he was when he first asked her out during their fifth year at Hogwarts. He had been on this disastrous date with some Ravenclaw she couldn’t quite remember the name of, and come back utterly defeated. Feeling sorry for a friend she had always harboured a crush on, Y/N had stayed up all night convincing him something better was around the corner. It occurred to Harry quite quickly after that that Y/N was that somebody. She liked him, and at the time that was enough to make him think he was in love. To some degree he was, but not nearly as much as Y/N had fallen for him.

It was almost midnight when the front door to their apartment clicked with the turn of a key, and Y/N, still standing in the same sad place by the door to their living room, finally saw Harry step into their home. It had been hours since they were supposed to eat the food that Y/N had worked to hard to create. There it still sat however, with the plates and crystal glasses and unopened bottle of wine in the same place, completely untouched.

Y/N had a thousand things to say to him. Usually it would begin with her asking him where he had been galavanting off to, but not tonight. Tonight was the final tear in her elastic heart, just enough to finally make it tear into two broken, hollowed out pieces. She stood, silent and just watched as he took off his shoes and put his coat back in it’s place without saying anything. Harry wasn’t even trying anymore, and that hurt more than him being late to begin with.

“Sorry for the delay, something came up.” Harry said, standing a few metres away from her. There was no affectionate kiss to the forehead like when they were fresh out of Hogwarts with teenage dreams and ambitions. No arm comfortably slung around her waist in a protective manner. Y/N missed that especially out of all the things that had faded away. That simple gesture that showed he wanted to hold her above all else, above everyone else who had ever wanted to touch the Chosen One like she did.

“Something.” Y/N repeated, no emotion in her voice. It sounded almost like a recording being played back to him, just with any tone sucked away. “It’s always something, isn’t it?” She continued, not finding quite the right words to encompass the flummox of emotions seeping into her veins. “Work. Ron called. Hermione called. Work. Work again.”

“There really was something.” Harry pathetically added. It was a lie of course, he had spent the hours at his desk alone and staring aimlessly at a fountain pen as it leaked ink onto the black carpet of his office.

“Do you really think I don’t know you at all? Stop lying to me, Harry, just stop it. I’m done with being lied to.” Y/N says, her voice remaining as monotonous as ever as if she’s already grieving something. “I want to know what was so important that you’ve missed the dinner I made. The last thirty dinners, in fact.”

Harry just runs a hand through his messy hair as he tries desperately to think of something to say. But he can’t. There’s nothing to say that would make him any less guilty.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He manages to whisper.

“You’ve said that already.” Y/N points out without missing a single beat. She’s exhausted of pretending that she doesn’t know what Harry’s been doing, drained of all energy to put in effort anymore.

“Just tell me what the problem is and we can fix it.” He begs, but his voice is shaky and the words sound as though he’s reading them from a script.

“Fine. When did you stop being in love with me?” Y/N asks, sadness seeping into her voice. Tears began to form in her eyes but were quickly blinked away; the last thing she wanted was for Harry to see her as weak. She might be pathetic, pitiful, stupid for not realising earlier... but Y/N was not going to be weak. Not now, not ever.

“Why would you think that? Y/N, I could never stop loving you.” Harry said, trying to wrap her into a hug only for Y/N to quickly wriggle out of his cold grasp. His fingers left icy burns where they had briefly touched her arm, and Harry’s face dropped as he realised she didn’t want him anywhere near her.

“But you have, Harry. Otherwise you wouldn’t be coming home at ridiculous times, or avoiding even looking at me like you are now. You don’t love me, you tolerate me because you don’t want to be alone. I feel like I’m begging to be in the footnotes in the story of your life, not a main character anymore.” Y/N explained quietly, neither expecting her to be so frank but once the blunt words were spilling from her lips, not even she could stop them. She watched as Harry’s face crumpled, sadness twisting her gut as she fervently tried not to cry herself.

“Y/N... I don’t know what to say.” Harry trailed off. Y/N used to be so infatuated with him, so desperately in love that she was blind to his flaws, much like his ridiculous fan base. But she had grown up from the teenager with a crush to a young woman with heart and with ambitions, and Harry was no longer apart of what she wanted out of life. She had stopped being a part of his long ago, she just hadn’t realised it then.

“Is this in my head? Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow, Harry. Because please believe me, I could do it. I could leave.”

“I can’t.” Harry finally said. “I did love you once, Y/N. I’m not even sure what happened to us if I’m being completely honest.”

“That’s the problem: you don’t really even want me to stay. But that’s the thing... you built an entire new wizarding world after you defeated You-Know-Who, and where was I? I’m sorry for being dramatic and shit but I’m taking this dagger out and finally going where I need to be.” Y/N continued, not pausing as not to give him any time to ask her to stay, not that he would. Her mind was made up, and even Harry could see that.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Harry whispered, his voice trailing off as Y/N went to get her coat from a peg just beside their front door.

“It’s alright, really. I know you don’t hate me, but both of us know this isn’t working anymore. I deserve someone who celebrates me and my love, and that isn’t you. I’m not really sure that it ever was.” Y/N said, a sad smile gracing her delicate features. She looked almost relieved. Utterly broken-hearted, but relieved all the same. “I’ll come back for my stuff tomorrow.”

“You’re leaving me?” Harry said. Even though she had told him why, it still came as a shock. Y/N nodded. “I’m so sorry I didn’t treat you how you deserve.”

“I’m sorry about that too.” Y/N replied, both warmly and coldly at the same time. “Goodbye, Harry Potter. All the best.”

“Goodbye.” It was all Harry could fathom to say as she pressed her engagement ring back into his hand, the final recognition of their relationship officially being over. It was a beautiful piece of jewellery, one she at one point she thought she would never take off her finger. There were no more words exchanged about the gesture for none were needed, all had been said already.

One simple word that locked the door on their relationship, the one that Y/N had finally gained the courage to close in the first place. It had taken her so long, so pathetically long, to realise that something wasn’t right. That Harry was meant to love her, that love shouldn’t and can’t survive while being one sided. It shouldn’t have to be tolerated, and Y/N had finally learned that through all those lonely nights of wondering where Harry was, what he was getting up to at work, if he even was there.

But as Y/N’s grandma used to tell her every Christmas, as one door closes, another always opens.

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A/N: hoped you liked it anon!!!

Nancy xx

[bucky-iss-bae]

The Best Assassin (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A/N - You guys, two one shots, in two days. This is as good as it gets really. JOKE. I wanna do morreee. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Prompts/Summary: Its Movie night in the Avengers compound. 

Warnings: Spoilers for John Wick Kinda fluffy, just idiots being idiots. 

Word Count: 1300

Masterlist

Walking through the compound with your blanket and pillows meant one thing. Movie nights. Every now and then, the team and their close ones got together, and you were fortunately apart of their close ones since you and Bucky started to date.

It was always fun as you grew up as Sam’s best friend, and then got replaced by Steve and Bucky, to then steal bucky. That’s a joke, well its not, Sam set you and Bucky up, it was great, you and Bucky could tease Sam. And bullying Sam was the best.

“You know, your ass looks amazing in those shorts. Maybe we should skip out on movie night and just go have some fun” Bucky commented from behind you,

Turned your head towards him, he was stood with a cheeky smile on his face, “Ain’t nothing wrong with that sweetheart” He said slapping your ass as he walked past,

You glared at him, and then his peach, running past him and slapping his ass in the process causing him to yelp out and you to giggle as you ran towards the common area.

“Why you…” he grumbled, seconds later you were wrapped up in one of his arms, as he then threw you down on the couch that the two of you would be sharing as he tickled you,

“Oh c’mon guys” Sam said pushing you apart and sitting between the two of you, “Nope, nuh uh, no funny business. We got John Wick on tonight. Keanu Reeves in one of his finest”

“Who the fuck is Keanu Reeves?” Bucky asked sighing and sitting on the other side of Sam, although he was sending daggers into his head as he sat between you both.  

“The Matrix” Nat said as she sat down getting comfortable, if anyone saw the way the avengers were sat around right now, no one would believe they were earths greatest defence.

“Ohh, that guy. Okay… okay.”

“You still have no clue, do ya Buck?” Steve asked with raised eyebrows,

“Not gonna lie bud, it all still goes over my head”

“Find that hard to believe when Y/N is constantly making pop culture references. Honestly her and Peter, the bane of my life. Its hell. I seem old compared to her, and we’re the same age” Sam said, you and Peter shared a look, he became your little brother.  

“Yeah but… you gotta get with the times man. Get TikTok, maybe follow a few meme pages on Instagram. You’ll catch up in no time”

“Which leads me to say, I ain’t ever seen two pretty best friends, always one of them gonna be ugly” Peter said looking between you and Sam,

“It ain’t me. What the fuck does that even mean? Who’s ugly? Are you on about me and Buck, Bucky and Steve, Me and Y/N?” Sam asked while everyone was settling in,

You just laughed after hearing that on TikTok all day today, you were pretty sure Bucky had also heard it.

“I’m the pretty one” you yelled, “I dibs it. Now move” you said to Sam,

“Yo, I definitely ain’t moving now.”

“It’s just something on TikTok. Don’t worry” Peter said to Sam, “Now I heard the iconic Keanue reeves is on tonight”

“What is this John Wick even about” Bucky grumbled,

“No one spoil it. It’s sad, it’ll make you cry” You told him,

“Hey, no, I thought it was an action film” He said,

“It is… Wait what if it triggers him?” Bruce asked,

“It’s also about assassins. Will it trigger you?”

“Probably if Sam’s sat next to me” Bucky said causing a few to laugh,

“Okay, fine. I’m moving, I don’t want to be on his winter solider side for the hundredth time. Y/N, come on, lets switch”

You grinned at that getting up and switching with Sam, Bucky held his arm out for you to cuddle into, his chest your own personal pillow,

“Ya’ll make me sick” he grumbled, “Fucking sat there reminding my ass of how single I am” Sam grumbled watching the two of you,

You stuck your tongue out at him and he just shook his head,  

“Also Morgan wants a child friendly film next time. She’s excited to have a sleepover, sad that she’s not here” Tony said causing Clint to laugh, “Oh, yeah. My kids are the same, they’ll all probably make a plan tonight to worm their way into us watching Moana or Brave or some Disney film”

“Yo, I am down. Let them join us, we’ll have a Disney movie marathon, and I’ll find all the films I can cry at” You said knowing that you’ve tried to put Disney films out there, and if it means the kids join, you won’t complain.

Soon enough someone put the film on and you all sat around watching it, a lot of bickering amongst someone stealing all the popcorn, a lot of tears at the dog scene, it was horrible. It nearly made you cry, although Steve pointed out how he recognised the guy from Game of Thrones. You were impressed, he’s getting there.

After that silence took over, the film being action packed, and revenge driven. You figured, if anyone ever hurt your dog, you would 100% get someone to train you to do exactly what John Wick does.

“Yo, Y/N” Sam said calling you during the film, “If you had to choose, who’s your favourite assassin”

Your lips began to move before you could stop yourself, “John Wick, no cap”

You felt eyes on you as soon as you said that, realising you were currently using the best assassin of his time as a pillow, your jaw dropped at your own answer, wanting to laugh but figured, it may not be wise.

“The fact that you added no cap at the end of it” Peter said fake flinching at it,

“In my defence,”

“Go on sweetheart, in your defence. At this rate you’ll be spending the night on this couch”  

A few oohhs erupted around the room making you want to laugh more, “In my defence, I fancied Keanu Reeves when he was in Speed. And no, listen, I forgot okay.”

“You forgot what my profession is? And then continue to talk about how you fancied the man in another film” he asked, you turned your head up looking at him, he tried to look hurt but you knew your man, he had mischief in his eyes,

Someone had paused the film to laugh at the interaction between the two of you, “Got a lot of making up to do huh Y/N” Wanda joked wiggling her eyebrows,

“Although, I do see the similarities between John Wick, and James Barnes, I mean the long hair for starters”

“The Russian assassin part. Although I’m sure the guy had his own red room” Nat said,

“And I’m sure they both have a hair care routine” Peter said pretending to film his own hair,

“Ohh, let’s not forget the killing part” Sam added,

“You think Bucky could do what he does in the second one?” Natasha asked Sam,

“Let’s give him a pencil and send him into a bar”

“I would start sticking up for Bucky saying he defo can, but like it’ll seem like I’m just trying to get on his good side. So let’s just you know, watch the film. And all agree that we all love john wick”

“You don’t make this better for yourself huh?” Sam asked causing you to kick his thigh but giggle at the same time, as someone played the film you looked up to see Bucky staring at you adoringly, you don’t know why, but clearly, he didn’t hate you for the comment. Maybe it was because you see him more as an assassin, and that’s what he always fears, people only see him for that.

“I love you” He whispered only for you to hear,

“I love you too baby” You said before kissing his cheek and laying back down, he wrapped his arm around you tighter as the two of you laid there watching the film.

AN - I wrote this in one sitting because a few days ago I was watching John Wick and mentioned how he’s one of my fave assassins and my sister was like bro Bucky is literally an assassin and I was like damnnn I really be do having a type. 

[dolliedarlin]

Eee sorry for any grammatical errors

Hii Dollie, I’m sorry about my late response my classes have been kicking my ass lately BUT I’m getting back on track ;)! How about you?

(Patreon) I think making a Patreon is a great idea, I mean it’s perfectly realistic especially with adult life and you’ll still be able to do something that you enjoy!! :D

(Tokyo Revenge) Soooooo I started and I’m hooked (IN THE FIRST EPISODE) unfortunately I had to stop after 2 as I had to get to sleep :((!

Also Dollie ofcccc I will read your time stamps :D, I just want to be able to understand them first :)) I cant wait!!!

(Harry Potter) Yess and me neither I’m just getting back into the whole Harry Potter thing, there’s a ton of potential with it ;)!

(A/b/o) Ahh, I have to agree with you there, Slow burn is always the best way to go with smuts! I do wish to see more plot-based content in the a/b/o community as well :/! 😭 once again couldn't agree more it does almost get tiring reading all the same a/b/o content!!!!

Just because I couldn’t help it if it were to be a/b/o au Bakugou would definitely be a wolve…so would Kirishima….

I promise this is my last question/side comment how do you imagine yourself or y/n ig in this universe?

A/b/o and what animal ??

(I said a bunny because they’re just so cute!)

no worries, dollface, i'm the worst at replying late so don't even stress about it - speaking of which, i'm sorry for my late reply <3

and i get you on that part, it's the same with my classes, especially with the additional module i have for this new semester but we've got this! we'll pull through!

(patreon) you really think so? i'm so hesitant because i don't think any one would want to pay for my writing >.< and i haven't given anyone a taste for how i will write nsfw stuff as i want to keep my blog as friendly and safe for minors as possible. but this brings to mind an issue i'm having, can i have your thoughts?

as you know my bakusquad p.a series is coming to an end and i only have last chapter left to write, should i or should i not make it an nsfw and include explicit scenes? of course, i'll put up the appropriate warnings and place the 'read more' line before any explicit things happen but...i'm just kinda hesitant... i don't want to ruin the vibe of my current blog. should i create a new blog specifically for nsfw stuff? post an sow version here and then post the nsfw version there? what if it gets taken down bc of the stricter guidelines updated in 2021? what do you think i should do?

(tokyo revengers) omg! i'm so happy you like it and just from the first 1-2 episodes! ahhhh! i can't wait for you to see what happens in the future, feel free to come to me an fangirl together! <3 do you have a favourite character yet?

awww~ you're so sweet, i love you so much, have i ever told you that? 🥺

(harry potter) right? hopefully i can get back into it too and write something up myself -^7^-

(a/b/o) thank god! i'm glad we're in the same boat here...now i'm itching to write some a/b/o content myself but it'll be my first time writing for that au so it'll be a little rusty XD

oh~ i'd love to answer this question, if i was a part of the a/b/o universe i'd defo be an omega (lets just say my friends made me do those bdsm quizzes and...the results were very accurate and make sense XD) as for the animal, i'd like to say a bunny too but i'm leaning more towards a cute mouse like the cute meadow jumping mouse, so cute!

[emsvegetables]

“Omg Hogwarts!Haikyuu is the best thing ever dhcjekkxkdjf! Can I request 7th year Hufflepuff!Reader hcs with Atsumu, Iwaizumi and Tendou (they can be in any house!)? Just hcs of their relationship at hogwarts ♡”

ejrififififj OFC ANON THANK U FOR LETTING ME CHOOSE WHATEVER HOUSE THEY WOULD BE IN!!!!!! ririfici HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!

Atsumu:

* okay. this guy is a HARD slytherin.

* if there was a second house he would be a hufflepuff!!!

* but he’s a HARD slytherin.

* just going to say that you guys got together already, and Atsumu LOVES how sweet you are.

* let me tell you, Osamu (he’s a gryffindor!) tells you ALL the time how you should ditch Atsumu to find someone better AHAHA

* and all your hufflepuff friends are asking you whether he’s nice, bc you know how slytherins have some prejudice against them for some reason???

* you ofc say he is!!!! he’s a TOTAL softie for you.

* N E WAYS

* he always saunters up to you with a smirk on his face every morning during breakfast time and presses a kiss to your lips and swipes some toast from your plate.

* more often than not the kiss turns into a very heavy makeout, and professor Mcgonagall is either telling him to stop, or professor Snape is giving him detention.

* lmao professor Snape CANNOT stand Atsumu.

* (bc he’s cocky, confident, and reminds him of a certain jam—)

* Atsumu’s never sorry, though, and he’ll shoot you a wink and casually walk back to the slytherin table.

* WIEIFIFIWKW

* he’s also somehow super smart at defense against the dark arts??????

* so whenever you need tutoring, he’ll grin and prod you on the cheek,” what’s this, my cute little badger wants me to teach her dark things? aren’t you afraid that i, the cunning snake will eat you up?”

* “Atsumu. i asked you to teach me defense AGAINST the dark things.”

* “aw.”

* FJEIDKFKDK

* and every quidditch match???

* he’s obviously the star chaser of the team, and he occasionally dedicates his scores to you ☺️☺️

* and when he’s done from the match?

* he’s grinning and flying to the stands at where you are, and hoisting you up onto his lap to fly you around the court.

* oh Merlin madam Hooch had a FIELD DAY, chasing after Atsumu, yelling at him to put you down.

* fjeikdfkdkkf he gets into so much detentions he’s known as the bad boy of the school.

* some girls glare at you when you walk pass them in school, bc they’re just so jealous and wonder how you managed to get him.

* some guys are jealous of ATSUMU!!!! bc you’re so sweet and helpful to everyone and fofkvkvkfkdje everybody has a crush on you.

* but everyone knows how scary Atsumu can be when anybody that’s close to him gets threatened.

* there was once he hexed someone so bad that the person had to stay in the hospital wing for one whole week.

* he’s the school’s resident bad boy, and you’re the sweet hufflepuff he’s dating that makes him smile.

* he’s soft, but only for you.

Iwaizumi:

* have you seen this man????

* GRYFFINDOR!!!! GRYFFINDOR!!! GRYFFINDOR!!!!!

* if there was a second house he would be a hufflepuff, but he’s A GRYFFINDOR!!!!!

* he’s an absolute gentleman to you before you guys even got into a relationship.

* but now that you’re dating???

* he’s smiling at you as you smile at him from the hufflepuff table, and he’ll occasionally save the muffins from breakfast that he knows you love and pass them to you whenever you sit beside him in charms.

* he’s a WHIZ at charms.

* professor Flitwick LOVES him.

* literally he’s always the first to cast a charm properly. ):(

* he’ll always happily teach you charms by the lake, where if the two of you have time, will have a quick picnic there!!!!!

* he always sneaks into the kitchen with Kuroo (slytherin) and Oikawa (ravenclaw), and he’ll bring some treacle tart to your dorm, and asks those first year hufflepuff going into the dorm to bring them to you!!!! 🥺🥺

* he also carries your books all the time when he sees you carrying more than one, and he ALWAYS walks you to your classes even if it makes him late to the next one 🥺

* he’s obviously in the gryffindor team!!! and let me tell you, this guy is the SEXIEST beater out there.

* literally, his biceps will be straining and shining in the sun as his eyes will be screwed up in concentration, aiming for the next target.

* phew 🥵🥵

* he always runs to give you a adrenaline-filled kiss after his match, and if he’s still under the adrenaline-high, many things happen in the locker room ;)

* but let me tell you, he’s also SO protective to you.

* there was once he heard some guys talking something very crude about you, and he beat them up.

* he came out without a scratch.

* EIEORKFIFIFKF

* he’ll glare at anyone that he thinks will try anything on you, or if he finds slightly suspicious.

* WISKDIDIFJ

* everyone repeat after me! GRYFFINDOR IWAIZUMI AND HUFFLEPUFF (Y/N)!!!!

* literally everyone thought you were dating even before the both of you started bc they saw the way Iwaizumi would smile and stare at you.

* Mcgonagall had a bet with Sprout on who would confess first!!!! (Sprout won bc you did BTW!)

* Iwaizumi might be a gryffindor, but he sure was shy with his feelings, and Oikawa had to out him one day in front of you.

* DJEIFIDID IWAIZUMI NEARLY MURDERED OIKAWA THAT DAY

* but you told him that you actually liked him, and would love to date him!

* and that’s how Sprout won.

Tendou:

* he’s a slytherin.

* if there’s was a second house, it’s ravenclaw for him!!!

* but he’s DEFO a slytherin.

* anyway.

* it came as a shock to everyone when the both of you started dating.

* bc who would have thought??? A SLYTHERIN AND A HUFFLEPUFF??? the audacity????

* but tbh the both of you are real cute so nobody says much.

* like...

* he’ll always pop his head on yours during breakfast, and ask you to feed him whatever you think you should.

* you fed him salt once as a joke and he gasped so loudly everyone stared at him.

* he also always casts spells to levitate your books whenever he sees that you’re carrying too many!!!

* he got in trouble for using magic in the halls one too many times, but he’ll do it again bc ITS FOR YOU!!!!!!

* EKEKFKF

* you tell him to stop or just carry your books, but he tells you that he’s lazy and just ruffles your hair ):(

* speaking of books!

* this guy is just smart on his own, tbh.

* he has some sort of photographic memory, i’m not even kidding.

* you would be studying hard for upcoming exams and he would just be lounging by your side whistling.

* ZAOWORIRJFHRU

* you CANNOT study next to him bc he’s so distracting????

* and somehow, even though you’re sure you studied more than him, he gets a better score than you all the time >:<

* he always grins at you and offers to teach you, and he does, but you don’t understand the way he explains the concept AAHAHAHAH

* oh my god!!! I JUST REMEMBERED.

* you bet that there’s going to be a LOT of late night snogs in the room of requirement.

* or any closet.

* Flich caught you twice when he pulled open the closet to reveal the both of you sweaty and puffing, and he was going to scream and report it to the teachers when Tendou cast a spell on him and carried you and ran away.

* “TENDOU!!!!”

* “yes, sweetness?”

* “you didn’t have to do that to Flich!!!”

* “oh, you’re so sweet, (Y/N), i almost want to kiss you again.”

* EEKEKDJFJF

* well there’s that!!!!!!

hi anon!!! i hope you liked these!!! i wasn’t sure of what to write so i just word-vomited, so i’m sorry if these are a little wacky AHAHAH

[prinxlyart]

I will say, I am hungry again and I have a few ask for your Willumity/Vinira headcannons. HOWEVER to be fair to you. This time I will restrain myself and simply ask for you to share any headcanons you want to share as of now!

You can ALWAYS ask for more Willumity.

A L W A Y S

But!! Since you’ve given me free reign to just play in this sandbox, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do

We all agree that Luz is hella ADHD. This girl will talk for HOURS about the shit she likes. If something grabs her attention, she wants to know everything about it. She doesn’t like being told to do things, but she loves being asked to do things. For example: if someone tells her she needs to do a thing her brain will immediately click into the “No” position and will refuse to budge. If someone asks her to do something, her brain clicks to “help? I can help? I can help with a thing for this person? Yes! I’ll help this person with this task because it will make them happy! Yes! I can help!” This is why acts of service resonate so strongly with her.

I don’t know what mental diversity looks like on the Boiling Isles considering how just. Horror-based everything is? But I’m 100% on that autistic Amity train. She has to do things a Certain Way or she’ll teeter on the edge of a meltdown. She refuses to touch/eat certain textures. She usually doesn’t know what the appropriate response/reaction is to a given conversation, especially with her socialite friends, which is why she just remains a cool mask of indifference. She’ll inspect every detail of anything that’s handed to her. She’s incredibly smart, but doesn’t always know how to convey what she knows and understands into words other people can understand. The only people allowed in her personal space are her siblings. Eventually that also stems to Luz and Willow, maybe more as she grows more comfortable with herself? But usually anyone getting in her space is overwhelming and alarming. Defo has a hard time regulating/processing her emotions.

I need to make an entire post dedicated to Augustus Porter because my boy deserves it, but I’ll toss some random things here. He has a signed poster from the head of the Illusionist Coven framed on his bedroom wall. He and his dad have bi-weekly after-dinner standup comedy sessions with each other (Perry has kept a secret journal of all of Gus’s best jokes he’s done over the years that he reads whenever he needs a pick-me-up).

Perry and Eda knew each other in school in passing. Their social circles overlapped but they were never hanging out in the same groups. When Gus is very little (like, maybe 3 or 4?), Perry takes him to the market to just wander around and they find Eda’s Human Collectibles Stand. She and Perry catch up, he introduces her to his son, and Eda (ever the saleswoman) pulls out some shiny human thing that Gus is immediately taken with. In between her and Perry catching up, Gus asks her a million questions about the thing he’s been given and then even more questions about other stuff at her stand. She actually finds it really fun to show off her human shit to someone so enthralled by it. She makes some stuff up here and there just to mess with him, but he’s too young to realize it’s a joke or not true, and takes everything at face value. We all know Eda likes to get a little theatrical with her sales pitches; she does the Salesperson act with everything Gus asks her about. She lets Gus take a couple items home just because he was such a riot and Perry insists he pay for something, but Eda just waves them off and tells him that this is just an investment in a lifelong customer. She had no idea how right she was because Gus defo became obsessed with human culture from that point on. He also picked up on Eda’s super theatrical sales pitches (because he thought it was funny and because he thought that’s just how you’re supposed to show human stuff to people) and began showing off his own “human collectibles museum” to his dad with the same theatrical voice. Perry plays along with this too (as a news anchor he’s got a great announcer voice) and ta-da! That’s how we get the boy we all know and love today. It’s 100% Eda’s fault, but Perry definitely encouraged it because it made his son so happy. That’s also why Gus doesn’t seem especially perturbed at meeting Eda for the first time in ep 3. Or for interjecting his new Human Knowledge in the moment she was patting Luz’s head. He’s used to having conversations with her about human junk whenever she has her stand up. Eda’s secretly relieved that one of Luz’s new friends is actually someone she kinda knows. It’s Perry’s kid, and Perry’s a good guy. His little squirt seems to be growing up to be pretty good too.

Eda scoffs at “nerdy” shit as if she hasn’t owned the Clawthorne Braincell her entire life. “She worked twice as hard” “-that just made me work harder than you!”. Eda’s extremely smart and extremely talented. She likely created the secret room of shortcuts entirely on her own. She probably studied in the school library constantly, but under the guise of causing mischief. And like. She probably did both. She was a potions track kid so she probably knew all the best ways to make stink bombs that she could leave hidden in the shelves. She hated school because she was so limited and stifled; she only wanted to learn magic and was told no at every turn. So when she learned magic on her own, yknow, without the guidance of a teacher, there’s bound to be some major fuck ups. Once she’s fine-tuned her mistakes though, she absolutely turns them into pranks. You say I’m not allowed to study multiple tracks, bumpikins?? Well how’s THIS!!! How’s THAT for focus??? (Half of her pranks were also just her showing off and desperately hoping to prove that she could learn any type of magic and couldn’t be constrained to just the one. Bump recognized this of course, but he had strict guidelines to follow and no Luz Noceda to call him out for it.)

Camila treasures her daughter more than life itself. I personally refuse to headcanon anything to do with her extended family or why she’s a single parent (too many variables and options that could be addressed in the show), but I do know that she loves Luz more than anything. It’s exhausting being a single mom, working as a nurse, and trying to be there for her ADHD daughter when the rest of the world doesn’t seem to want her. It hurts her so much to see her baby, the light of her life, her Luz, be brushed aside and written off as “the weirdo”, or bullied, or even outright hated by some people just because she’s a little different. She’s had to have some words with the school staff for how they treat her on occasion. Did you see that Principal’s death glare in the first ep?? He hates her. Camila’s there not just because she’s Luz’s parent, but also to act as a barrier between the principal and Luz. She would move Heaven and Earth for Luz, but it can be a lot when you’re the only adult around. I truly believe she wanted Luz to go to that camp to learn how to be friends with kids that didn’t already know her or her quirks. Even she sounded unsure of what they would do at that camp, but she had full faith that this would be Luz’s opportunity to make friends with other kids that could teach her to like....more mainstream stuff. So she could learn how to mimic their (hopefully, toned down) behaviors. She just wants her baby to be accepted by others.

This next one’s a doozy so hold on to your butts

Lilith is technically smart. And I mean that in a literal sense - she can read and understand the fundamentals of magic, the concepts and execution of complex spells, recite entire chapters of Boiling Isles history, you name it. Many adults in her youth called her gifted because of it. All she actually did was absorb the information and regurgitate it when asked. She thrived on the praise she received. What made her different from her sister is that she never wanted anything more than to do as she was told. Her biggest goal? Her dream job? Was to just be given orders by the Emperor. I’m sure there’s all sorts of flowery propaganda surrounding that, advertising how incredible it is to be in the Emperor’s Coven, what an honor it is to work alongside the witch that can speak to the Titan. But it’s literally just. Taking orders. And knowing you’re somehow better than everyone else because you’ve been selected to be among the elite. She never strived for anything more; she never wanted to do anything else but enforce the Emperor’s will because that was “the highest honor” a witch could have. As a result (or in conjunction rather) she lacks literally any amount of foresight. There’s only one braincell in the Clawthorne Family and her sister has it because this dumbass doesn’t think about anyone but herself. Instead of talking with Eda about what they should do when they were told there was only one spot left in the Emperor’s Coven, she walked away. Only thinking of how she could secure her victory. She didn’t ask Eda how she felt about the situation, she didn’t let Eda speak her mind about what her own desires were; Eda made it clear enough that she just wanted to be by Lilith’s side, she didn’t care what that meant. She just wanted to be with her big sister. Eda tried to reach out to her to discuss their cirumstances, but Lilith just walked away like the broody, self-centered teenager that she was and resolved to cheat her way to victory. When Eda knew this was her dream. Why would she think Eda would take away her dream???? She could’ve asked Eda to throw the duel? She could’ve asked her to fake the match? Or even fake sick? Or just not even shown up! If she didn’t show up it could’ve counted as a forfeit and Lilith would’ve earned the spot by default! But no, she had to ruin her sister’s entire life in an act of cowardice and dishonor because she’s so full of herself and didn’t read the fine print. She loves her sister, of course she does, but she’s so self-absorbed that she’s never seen Eda for who she actually is and wasted both of their lives as a result. And this is all just analysis of her character and that flashback, this isn’t even headcanons. I think if she has any amount of respect for her sister (she doesn’t), her redemption will have to go far far beyond an apology and taking on half the curse. When I say Lilith is a dumbass, this is specifically what I mean. She doesn’t think about how her actions will affect those around her. She was the Head of the Emperor’s Coven, literally one of the most powerful positions she could possibly be in on the Boiling Isles and still sacrificed Amity’s dignity and years of hard work just so she could be ensured that she could one-up her sister. She did this in front of everyone in attendance of that Witches Duel. She risked Amity’s credibility as a witch, as a Blight, and as a person just to fuel her own ego. It’s no wonder Amity was so upset; the witch she’s been idolizing her whole life didn’t think she had what it took to best a human that couldn’t do magic in a witches duel. That can fuck up your self esteem something fierce. And Lilith hardly seemed to give a shit!!!! She didn’t care that she just trashed Amity’s reputation in front of dozens of spectators!!!! I’m v bitter about Lilith as a character in case you couldn’t tell.

If I had to throw a headcanon in, I’ll toss one in that sterling and I have discussed: Lilith literally doesn’t know how to live her life as an independent adult. Sure, she knows how to like. Make herself some easy dinners? But that’s literally only because she used to make herself and Eda dinners when they were kids. Beyond that, she has no fucking idea. She can do the basic household chores any teenager knows how to do, but she’s lived in the Emperor’s Castle with the rest of the Coven since she joined. It’s kind of like living in a college dorm; food and a room is provided, there’s maybe a laundry service, she’s never had to pay taxes in her life (not that Eda does, but yknow). The only things she buys for herself (if she doesn’t make it herself) is her hair dye and books. When she first moves in to the Owl House, she has no idea how the household chores are done. She’s on House Cleaning Duty Eternally and the first......I’ll say year. Eda will wake her up by banging pots and pans over her head once every month and scream-singing about how it’s House Cleaning Day, pull out her lawn chairs and some lemonade, and she and Luz (and sometimes King) will just sit back and relax and watch the show that is Lilith trying to clean Hooty. Hooty does not like to cooperate with her (partially because Lilith is a special friend and partially because he knows how much joy it brings Eda and Luz to watch her struggle).

Oof I could go on but this is already one hell of a post huh? Sorry (not really) for dragging Lilith so hard; not a joke, tumblr made me split hers up into two bullet points because it couldn’t comprehend my ranting for so long in one bullet point. I do love sharing these with y’all though, they’re so much fun and I’m so glad you guys like my rambling. <3333

[ceo-of-daichi]

Characters ~ Ukai Keishin x Fem!Reader, Sugawara Koushi x Fem!Reader

Summary ~ Just some fluffy headcanons about what these 2 would be like for your birthday :)

Genre ~ Fluff

Warnings ~ Swearing, Slightly Suggestive

Word Count ~ 1.5k

A/N ~ HAPPY BIRTHDAY @super-noya !! Hope you have the best day and enjoy these fluffy headcanons🥺

Ok so this man is not one for extravagant acts of love and affection like I feel Suga would be! 

He just wants you to have a good time and enjoy your special day because he really appreciates you

SO hear me out, I feel like he would go to your friends and start to organise a surprise party

Fully organising it for weeks before, he wants everything to be perfect

Why do I feel like he makes bunting for it, and banners? I feel like he is hands on, he wants you to know that you are loved by everyone and this is the perfect way

Gets to the point that you almost catch him making the banner and he legit has never moved so fast in his life, quickly spinning you round and walking you out the room.

‘Hey Keishin, what you want for…’ Before you could finish your sentence he had turned you around. ‘K-Keishin what the fuck are you doing?’ You asked as he pushed you down the hall away from his room. 

‘Oh i just.. Erm, I thought we could make dinner together? A real couple bonding experience you know?’ He smiles through his rapidly thought up plan.

‘But you're a shit cook,’ You state, raising a brow at him and laughing slightly.

You are so confused the whole time, he starts acting hella weird on occasions and honestly you have no idea why. He was suddenly trying to keep you busy a lot more than usual...was he cheating on you? Basically you start to worry

He sets up the school gym, hanging his homemade banners and bunting. The boys and your friends help him (you don’t go to Karasuno because that would be pedophilia HOWEVER you know the boys through Ukai and therefore the gym is the perfect place)

ALSO lots of balloons that Hinata and Kags spent the whole day blowing up, Tsukki kept laughing at Hinata because he could NOT tie a balloon. This meant Tsukki now got left to tie all Hinata's balloons.

You get slightly worried because all you received from your boyfriend was a simple text in the morning saying ‘Happy birthday love! Hope you have a good day.’ 

You also received a text from your friends that said ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Be ready for 7pm we are taking you out!’ 

Ngl low key sad that you weren’t going to see your boyfriend that day! SIKE.

Your friends pick you up for 7 and they walk you to the gym, because you don’t live far away. 

Confused af because… WHY are you at the school gym, when you left highschool like 3 years ago.

Open the double doors to reveal all your friends, the volleyball team and Ukai.

Honestly almost had a heart attack, but you quickly hugged your friends before running over to Keishin and giving him a BIGGG hug and a lil kiss

You had a bomb ass time, they all got you little gifts which were super cute! 

Keishin definitely is someone I feel goes above and beyond for gifts like, something you really need, or something hella practical you didn’t know you needed.

Like… a chainsaw or something you get my point

So you are really grateful for what he gets you and from that you can tell he really cares and pays attention

At the end of the night you thank your friends because you have had an amazing time but they are like… it was mainly Ukai

This kinda shocks you

So you thank him! And also I feel like he would really say happy birthday with soft sex after :3

‘It was really Keishin that organised all this?’ You questioned, unsure why he hadn’t said anything. He was letting other people take the credit for something he worked really hard on, sounds like him.

‘Yeah, he roped us in but he worked on all the decorations and cake.’ Your friend says as she picks up her bag to go. Waving her off you go to confront your boyfriend. Sauntering up to him with your arms crossed over your chest and a brow raised, you began to speak.

‘So… this was all you huh? How come you didn’t say anything honey?’ You gave him a playful glare.

He chuckled and moved closer to you, ‘Mainly because i didn’t want you to call me that…’ you saw the blush appear on his ears as he stood inches away. 

‘I thought you loved that nickname babycakes’ You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck. You knew he hated pet names; this was the perfect revenge for letting everyone else take credit for his work.

‘You know I hate your pet names love…’ He whispered before catching your lips with his, hooking his hands under your thighs and hoisting you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as you melt into the kiss.

‘Happy birthday [y/n]…’ He said after pulling away from your lips to start roughly kissing your neck. You had a feeling this is where your actual birthday gift was about to be given.

I feel like Suga is hella big on birthdays, like he wants to make it the best day for you (as you deserve)

So he probably starts off waking you up early with a balloon in his hand, softly singing happy birthday (even if he doesn’t live with you he will find a way into your apartment or house)

Soft kisses all over your face when you awake, whispering how he has the whole day planned for the both of you

Suggests you wear something summery before leaving you to change

He is DEFINITELY someone who has pre prepared your favourite breakfast so when you come out your room all you can smell is food.

After yall have eaten breakfast and chatted for a bit allowing you to wake up, he leads you to your car, not letting you know where he is taking you

KING of being cute af on the drive, either holding your hand or thigh

Why can i see this man taking you to a little seaside town, letting you go into all the amusement arcades and paying for all your games so you can try win an awesome prize

Won’t leave till he has like thousands of tickets bet

HE IS DEFO SOMEONE WHO SPENDS AN HOUR TRYING TO WIN YOU SOMETHING FROM THE CLAW MACHINE LIKE I DON’T TAKE CRITICISM

After yall are done with the arcades ( i also feel like he would wanna play mini-golf?) he takes you to a really cute restaurant on the beachfront

Definitely told them it was your birthday when he booked so they would sing you a song or something like they do in TGI Fridays i love the balloon crowns ok

He requested when he booked that you got a table next to the windows that look out onto the sea because he knows you love to watch the ocean

 But he also pays for the food, even if you insist you should split it (it's your birthday... he ain’t letting you pay for shit)

After you both have had food, he takes you for a walk along the pier (boardwalk) and onto the beach

You both just chat nonchalantly and bask in each others presence, allowing the sea breeze to wash over you

Before you leave he takes for ice cream and you both sit on a bench on the pier looking out

Probably lean your head on his shoulder and be all cute

Then he drives you back home… WRONG he takes you to a cute location and you star gaze

Safe to say its the best birthday you have had in a while

‘Koushi, where are you taking me? I thought we were heading home?’ You question, gazing out at the field where he had parked his car.

‘You really thought your day ended with ice cream huh?’ He chuckles as he got out of the car, running round the side and letting you out. Confused you let him lead you, eventually you got to the top of a small hill that looked over a lake. Sitting down on the grass looking out on the view, you couldn’t help but think about what an amazing day you were having. All thanks to your boyfriend.

The lake was surrounded by greenery, not a house or big road in sight. Your eyes immediately focused on the small forest off to the left of the lake, the trees gently swaying in the wind. You loved trees, and wondered what type of habitats would be hiding inside. It truly was a beautiful place. Especially the stars, the way they twinkled a light gold against the contrasting night sky. You found yourself sighing deeply as you let your thoughts be taken over by nature. As you were lost in thought a soft pair of eyes landed on you, not being able to look away at how engrossed you were with the surrounding scenery.

‘Wow this is beautiful…’ Noticing how the sky wasn’t polluted by light and how clearly you could gaze off into the sky.

‘Yeah… my favourite view’ He wasn’t looking at the sky though… his eyes locked on your figure once again as you gazed off into the sky. Being with you was his favourite place to be.

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