#and it was prob on his mind bc the two of them were already talking abt fucked up things about the plane

[the-kr8tor]

lavender + ❣️ with Jason todd where they are at the manor after being out ( prob shopping or smth) and he confesses his love bc a bunch of guys were asking for readers number but she turned them all down and he wanted to be hers and was tired of guys bothering his (soon to be) girl. Hopefully this makes sense lol but you totally don't have to do this. I love you and hope you have an amazing week!! 😘😘

Yay a Jason req! Thank you for being patient! I hope you like your potion 🩷

Pairing: Jason Todd x fem! Reader/ Red Hood x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mention, Best friends to lovers, Fluff

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

Jason has been uncharacteristically quiet the entire drive to the manor. He doesn't even tap his fingers to the rhythm of the radio playing a cheesy pop song that he keeps telling you that he doesn't like. With one hand he steers the wheel while his elbow rests on the window sill. It's a cool afternoon in Gotham, orange and pink hues shifting along the clouds, the road is still wet from the downpour a few hours ago. His drenched jacket that he used to shield you both from the rain hangs over the backseat.

You watch him with pensive eyes, wracking your brain as to why he's so quiet when he was such a chatterbox back when he was driving to the grocery store. You've almost forgotten what he was talking about, mind reeling from the conclusion that you might've done something to agitate your best friend. Maybe you shouldn't have volunteered to go on a grocery run when Alfred asked, especially that you and Jason planned to hang out at your place. Biting the inside of your cheek, you try to remember what happened at the store to warrant such a stifling silence from Jason— Well, he opened the door for you while he was talking about that new book he was so excited to read. Then he grabbed a cart, pushed it while you had your hand on the end, guiding him, and all the while you two kept chattering on the aisle, taking stuff that was on Alfred's list. And then that was it. Nothing special happened, well except for that one guy with a nice smile who asked you where the cereal was. And that one dude who helped you take the can of beans from the highest shelf while Jason was weighing the blueberries.

You must've looked quite agitated or even constipated because it's now Jason's turn to worry.

“Are you okay? You look like you need to take a shit.” He glances briefly to you, green eyes hiding an emotion you're still trying to ascertain.

“Am I okay? Jay, you're the one who's been silent the entire way.” He enters the manor's gates, shrugging at your words. “We can still hang out at my place after this. I'm sorry we wasted an afternoon buying Damian's sweets.”

There's a small smile on his lips, “that kid eats too much sugar.” Clicking his seatbelt off, he opens the door with a groan, you surmise that his healing knee is still bothering him.

You sigh, getting more anxious at his dodging. Before you could open the door for yourself, you find Jason outside of your door, opening it for you. “C’mon, Jay, talk to me.” Tugging at the hem of his shirt, you smile up at him. “Is it because I ate the donut you left in my fridge?”

Jason furrows his brows, lips pursed, trying not to laugh. “That was yours, babe, I left it for you.”

You blink, hand drifting away from his shirt. He already misses your hold on him. “Oh, thanks.”

“You and Dami share a sweet tooth, so I got it for you.” He leans down, arm placed atop the car, eyes soft and tender. “But thank you for confessing your sins.”

You can't help but ogle at how he looks from below. “...yeah, sure, Jay.” You say in a small tone. It's not the nickname that has you all giddy inside, you're used to his sweet nicknames that he has bestowed upon you. No, it's the thought that he left you a treat because he knows how much you love that triple chocolate donut that has you bouncing off the walls after eating it.

So it's not the donut, then why the hell does he have a stick up his finely toned ass?

Jason leaves your side, the cologne you bought him lingering around you. He opens the trunk, carrying every single plastic bag with both hands. You finally stand up after being weak in the knees after the simple look he gave you. Walking towards him to help, he's already halfway inside the mansion before you could grab a few bags from him. Knowing him, it's all effortless. Well, at least he left you one tiny bag that only contains two boxes of cereal— one regular wheat and one that has your tooth rotting just from looking at the bright colors. With a sigh, you grab it and follow him inside and towards the kitchen.

The plastic bags rustle as he takes out all the groceries. It's filled with fresh vegetables, fruits, sugar and all the food that a vigilante needs for patrol. You put your singular bag on the counter next to the others, helping him take out the rest while he still stands there all quiet and broody. In the low light of the kitchen you can clearly see that Bruce has definitely made a big influence on him.

You put your foot down, knees up on the stool to level with him, hands placed on the cold marble countertop as he raises a curious brow at you. “What's up, Jay?”

“What's up?” He mimics your tone. “Nothing, babe, just taking out the groceries.” You take the can of beans from his hand and then you place it loudly on the counter while you take a stance against the red hood who makes goons cower in fear just from his stare. “You really want to know?”

“Yes!” You exclaim, reaching over the counter to grab his hand. Wordlessly telling him that you're there for him whatever kind of problem has plagued him recently.

Jason watches as your fingers dance along his scarred palm, kneading his muscles just like you always do whenever he drops in your apartment after a tough patrol. He was so sure that he had gathered enough courage to tell you, but now that you have your hands around his own, all his bravery is down the drain.

He sucks in his teeth, leaning down, elbows atop the counter, green eyes staring anywhere near your eyes, and then he places a quick kiss along your knuckles. Warmth soothing you, almost making you forget what you were asking for.

Defeated, you cup his jaw, thumb running along his growing stubble, fingers reaching behind his ear to rub lovingly across his nape. “Okay, it's okay if you don't want to tell me. But I'll be here if you want to tell me.” You smile when he leans against your touch, eyes looking at you with such fondness that you almost melt on the spot.

Jason rationalizes his thoughts, the same thoughts that have plagued him for years, the same thoughts that he has dreamed of telling you. “It’s not the donut.”

“Of course it's not the donut.” You chuckle, fingers still tangled in his hair.

“And it's not because of the trip to the grocery store.” His eyes flick over to yours, smiling softly at how you look back at him with the same fondness. “I liked our trip, I kept imagining that we were buying stuff for our place.”

“Do you want more hangouts like that then? You can join me in going to my laundry place. We can watch the clothes tumble and dry like a couple of old people.” Your waist is cold against the counter, but you don't mind as long as he's there with you. “How's that sound?”

“Sounds great. I'll bring the spare change.” You chuckle, after a beat, you thought that was the end of it, but Jason looks like he still wants to say something else— so you stay rooted in place. “But that's not the reason.”

“Okay,” you nod, encouraging him to continue. He gives you his other hand to hold, fingers beckoning your touch. You indulge him, leaving his hair to hold his hand.

“It's that fucking guy.” He blurts out. “Guys.” He corrects himself.

“What guys?”

“The ones who were asking for your number.”

You blink, trying to recall. “I don't remember that.”

“Come on, Y/N.” He squeezes your hands as if that will help you remember them. “The tall blonde guy and the one with the uncanny smile. Just thinking about that grin gives me the creeps.”

“Oh,” you know Jason enough to actually know what he means. “Yeah, I actually remember now. What about them?”

He scoffs, acting like you caught his hand in the cookie jar. “They were bothering you is all. I was just worried for you.”

You nod, hands sliding from his own. For a moment, Jason thinks you're about to go off on him, telling him that you can handle yourself or that you can give your number to whoever the hell you want to. Because who is he to tell you who to date? It's not like you're together, right? But is it wrong that he wants to?

His thoughts get thrown out of the window when you hold his face, soft palms against his rough skin, thumb tracing along the scar on his cheek. It's all affectionate, loving, and it has Jason's heart pumping a thousand times per second.

You smile, head tilting, staring at how his eyes glow under the kitchen lights. It's mundane, but you love him like this, just like how you love him in any way shape or form. You love your best friend. “You're an idiot, Jason Todd.” Your smile gets bigger, he frowns, fearing the worst. “You know that I'm in love with you, right?”

Jason's worried eyes light up, not a trace of his worries, just you in his vision, bathed in the light of his home. “Now I do.” He chuckles, mirroring your position, holding your face in his hands, gentle, like how you'd hold a delicate feather. Placing his forehead atop yours, he says the three words back. “I love you. I'm sorry it took this long.”

Jason leans away, eyes staring at your lips before watching your heart shaped eyes look at him. “That's my girl.” Tilting his head back, you chase his lips, grabbing his collar to do what you've always wanted to do.

“I don't blame you, it took me a while too.” You sniff, refusing to let the tears escape you. “By the way, I never gave them my number.”

[noellefan101]

Nick-Names - Genshin

Characters: Xiao, Scaramouche, Venti, Lyney, Albedo, Kaveh, Thoma, Diluc, Childe, Heizou, Kazuha x GN reader

Warnings: a lot of cheesy and weird nicknames, if you dont like some for a specific char you're welcome to send me your ideas, could be modern au, established relationship

(you can clearly see that i prob put in an OC, so im so sry, but some i just also really head-canon as the "would rather date a loving person than be loving" if you get what i mean)

Summary: both of your pet names for each other, some silly some sweet

Note: you can really tell where i had no ideas for nicknames. and ik i use both 'pet names' and 'nicknames' but im just kinda stupid and didnt care to change stuff when i was already done with it. also i may just have a problem but why does princess sound 10x better than prince, no matter your gender, anyway love youuuu

Xiao

He will always say what is on his mind, and he did the same thing when you brought up using pet names. he wasn't very fond of the idea, and sometimes he still isn't(depending on the situation). but he has gotten used to it more over time, like when you burst open his door and to talk to him while using the most absurd nicknames he´s ever heard of.

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Pet names for you: lovely, qinxing, [shorter version of your name](sry people with short names, i fell ya)

Pet names for him: babe, baby, cutie, dove, birdy, my alatus

Scaramouche

Will never admit he likes being called weird things by you, EVER. if he did then he was drunk and he was totally lying. and that counts with calling you stuff as well, he would rather die than admit he doesn't just call you that bc you wanted him to.

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Pet names for you: idiot, princess/prince, dear

Pet names for him: smoochi, love

Venti

He was probably the one who suggested the idea at first, like two days/weeks (seconds) into your relationship. i also think he already had at least one nickname for you when you were "just friends", in the crushing phase, and has some for all his other friends as well(prob also his teachers if school au, lul).

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Pet names for you: windblume, cecilia, [insert the cheesiest thing you can think of], my love

Pet names for him: venni, my dear, sweetheart, my bard

Lyney

He would be over the moon if you gave him a nickname, and would instantly be looking like a tomato too. would increase its usage by tenfolds if you said you liked one of his nicknames. you cannot stop him even if you somehow got 'Father' involved.

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Pet names for you: babe, mon trésor, mon amour, beautiful

Pet names for him: sweetie, amour, lyn

Albedo

He didn't really see a use for it at first, finding it kind of useless. but sooner or later realized how happy you looked when he had somehow slipped up and called you 'love' when he needed your assistance. and later just didn't bother to stop.

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Pet names for you: love, my cecelia, my dear

Pet names for him: 'bedo, lovely, (my) genius

Kaveh

He LOVES nick-names, probably made one for everyone in the friend group(yk alhaitham, tighnari n cyno), and would be delighted to make some up for you.

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Pet names for you: beloved, lovely

Pet names for him: baby,

Thoma

He really wanted to try using them, yes he calls Ayato and Ayaka my lord and my lady, but its just not the same as calling your lover something sweet. and good luck if you don't like it, he's keeping those names forever.

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Pet names for you: babe, sweetheart, baby, sleepyhead, lovely

Pet names for him: babe, love

Diluc

He honestly wasn't a fan at first, he hated it even. but of course, you being you, insisted on using names for him, and encouraged him to at least try to use some for you. so he kinda got into routine with it.

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Pet names for you: my love, my dear

Pet names for him: dear, red head, love, my hero

Childe

Of course, he would use nick-names and such, he uses nick-names for the traveler and paimon, so of course he would be using such with you. honestly how could he not, especially when you're looking all cute cuddled up in his hoodie.

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Pet names for you: my love, beloved, cupcake

Pet names for him: ginger, ma strong man(only for teasing purposes), hubby

Heizou

He'll almost never call you by your actual name, he didnt even when you two were just friends, only in the most serious of times would he do that. so it was no surprise that when you actually started dating, they could only become sweeter and cheesier as time goes by.

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Pet names for you: princess/prince, baby, beautiful, (my) sunshine

Pet names for him: hei, zou-zou, babe

Kazuha

He loves it bc no matter what you call him he'll be happy. and he makes sure you have "some" as well, and i guess he just can't stop coming up with more, and they're always more cheesy than the last. you don't know how he does it, but maybe its just his poetry skills coming through.

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Pet names for you: dove, (my) love, sweetheart, sweetie, my dear

Pet names for him: kazu, dear

thank u for reading whatever this thing is(totally not a filler bc i habe been working on that streamer au for too long), luv ya-Masterlist

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[satoruhour]

https://www.tumblr.com/deathgasmic/729345046853419008/i-hate-to-break-this-to-you-but-i-am-once-again

this with satoru. omgomgom—

a/n: fem!reader, discussions of unprotected sex, oral f! receiving, finger sucking, creampie & breeding, cum eating, jealous gojo. link to post here also anon ur mind >>>>>

oh OH OH .. OKAYYYYYY ok to start off he’s clingy as fuck to begin with so im not even sure why youd dare to flirt with gojo satoru’s girl … erm! but anyway theres prob this kyoto teacher slash sorcerer who was just posted to the region and hes nice and all …. utahime says hes leagues above gojo but also bc she just rlly fuckin hates him LMFAO. paired with the fact that gojo has an affinity to fuck at public events just cause u look so damn good in that black dress he picked out for you. but oh boy that sorcerer has insanity coming just by talking to gojo satoru’s girl !!!!

ur bf also is … possessive as hell. youve tried to tell him to not scare off random guys (or girls) who come up to you and ask you for ur number but he just . likes to scare them off. usually you’d be there to calm the situation down too cause if u were not that man will go CRAZY. ok but anyway! you already know whats in store when gojo saunters up to the two of you with drink in hand (apple cider) in hand and a hand curls around your waist and hes just like “sorry, can i steal your conversation partner”

you thought it was bc of the black dress but it’s the jealousy and suddenly everything makes sense and youre teasing him all the way to the bathroom. altho it’s futile cause the moment the lock clicks and you’re turned around and pushed up against the counter. good luck holding onto the installed racks of the sink bc he goes to his knees and eats you out like no other. gojo uses his jealousy and the lust he has for you and puts it all into his tongue

“he wishes he could taste my sweet pussy,” he basically makes out with your cunt as youre trying to keep your voice down, “what he doesnt know is that my girl gets wet for me and me only” WHEEEEW hes angry and he makes sure your pussy gets all the heat. makes you cum one, two, three times and hes sure the event’s at their dessert course right now while he still has you moaning and grinding into his mouth. now youre up on the sink’s counter, and him on his knees but he stops your orgasm just as you were reaching your high and he has to fuck you now or else he’ll die. gojo isnt even sure how he manages to survive with his throbbing cock

and it’s rough when he slams into you from behind the first time that ur moans echo in the bathroom teehee, gojo only grins, “that good, huh? not so eager to talk to other guys now, are you?” and you want to protest but he doesnt let you, shoving two fingers into your mouth and you whimper around it, basically grabbing at his wrist to suck on his fingers like u would to his cock. 

hes torn between being rough and soft to you when youre so clueless about the effect u have on people. gojo holds onto your shoulders and just speeds up making you limp over the bathroom counter and you dont seem to care about the moans any more. his dirty talk is crazy as always

“yeah… hear that? fucking slut dripping all over my cock”, “who’s making you feel this way, hm? who’s fucking you so deep?”, “pretty baby looks so stunnin’ in her black dress talking to some sorcerer … but she looks better stuffed.”

you giggled a little at that one but you have no time to catch ur breath bc hes cumming deep in you and oh my god you arent sure if hes just fuelled by adrenaline or WHAT but he cums so so much in u it gets you dizzy. as with satoru.

“fuck… made to take my cum, yeah?” and he makes sure you know it bc he is immediately hooked when he removes his cock and you’re trying to keep it in yet there’s globs of cum that leave ur pussy and drips to the floor HAHREBW gojo fucking loses it and has to fuck you again until you’re full of his cum.

“look at me in the mirror as i breed you, sweetheart.”, “feel that? got s’much cum jus’ for you”, “ wanna feel this pussy ‘round me until i can’t any more. don’t think little mr. kyoto over there could fuck you this well, right?” he. is. gross. 

snaps pics of ur cum filled cunt after. youre spent, leaning over the counter and exhausted and catching your breath and your eyes widen in panic when gojo gets to his knees again and latches his mouth onto your soaking pussy ….. and eats the cum right outta you! disgusting filthy man oh i need him to do that to me.

the higher ups told u not to come to the next gala dinner LMAOOO

[running-with-the-feels]

Give us more of the Lin Kuei Satoshi AU, go crazy with it

ohohoohohooho thank you my friend

I think the bit that's stuck in my head rn is his relationship with Kuai Liang. Like Satoshi and Hanzo's relationship makes sense and i relatively simple (Satoshi: I love you but I think you betrayed and replaced me so I'm gonna hurt you to make myself feel better. Hanzo: I'm so glad you are alive, if you have to kill me I won't fight you, I just want to know that you are well) But with Kuai Liang it is a little more complicated (and also Kuai Liang is my babygirl and I Will fixate on him wherever I can)

So, I think that Satoshi and Kuai Liang were actually quite close in the Lin Kuei, despite the clan frowning on attachments. I think Kuai Liang would have looked at this boy who has seen his parents die in front of him and been kidnapped and he would just see himself. Kuai Liang would probs go out of his way to protect Satoshi as much as he could, taking punishments for him so that Satoshi could escape as much pain as possible.

I think originally I had the idea that Satoshi will have told Kuai Liang about the attack but I've kinda changed my mind on that (tho that is still a fun idea to toy with) and I think it's more tragic if Kuai Liang doesn't know. So later, when he meets and becomes first enemies and then allies with Hanzo, he doesn't know who he is facing.

I also think Satoshi would have a lot of complicated feelings about the Lin Kuei. He'd hate them for what they did, but he'd still be one and I don't think he'd be able to separate who he is from that. Plus, Kuai Liang is kind to him, and I think he'd latch onto that and cling to Kuai Liang as much as possible, which would lead to some guilt on Satoshi's part bc to him it feels like he's trying to replace his parents (hence his rage when he thinks his dad has done the same thing, he's projecting).

Satoshi def tried to run away once and Kuai Liang helped him, leading to them both getting caught and punished (my hc is that if you try to desert the Lin Kuei, they brand you with their sigil and Kuai Liang and Bi-Han tried to run as children so he already has one on his wrist, and now Satoshi has one as well, tho idk where his would be).

After the cyber initiative, Satoshi was able to fake his death and escape, leading to Kuai Liang thinking that he's dead and mourning him. Like, he felt responsible for the kid and tried to take care of him and now he feels like he failed and I don't think he ever forgives himself for that.

Hanzo and Kuai Liang def talk about Satoshi, but they don't know they are talking about the same person. Kuai Liang only knows the kid as dragonfly and so that's who he talks about and Hanzo thinks Satoshi died, so he doesn't pick up on the fact that they are the same person.

After Takeda brings Satoshi home, Satoshi avoids Hanzo as much as possible, sticking to Kuai Liang's side again like he did in the Lin Kuei. Hanzo is really hurt by this but tries to grin and bear it bc he's just glad his son is alive and home again. Kuai Liang kinda gets caught in the middle between his apprentice and his kind-of-but-not-really boyfriend and eventually just forces the two to sit down together and talk their shit out

That's all I've got for rn, but lemme know if you want more, I will Happily make more of these

[onlyswan]

hi art 💓 so im rereading iw couples breakup drabble as one would do everytime shes on her period (its a canon event i think ppl would relate) and i have a few questions!!! 🥹🦋

1. what were the iw couple doing before they were in the car? like did they spend the day only to then break up? i rmb reading that jk was on tour, did he came back and break up w them right away? did he at least get them a present???!

2. what events led him to the decision? we know that prob he’s overwhelmed, the uncertainty of his career and the drabble from where he saw how draining it is on oc. but is there a bigger thing that happened?

3. u wrote that he “practiced” breaking up with oc. like is this true? how long has he thought of breaking up w oc before he actually did it? and how did oc not expect anything??? ☹️☹️

4. who is this “not married yet” girl that jk was teasing tae about? that sounds so saucYY a drabble for that would be super fun!! its gonna be super angsty too!!! hahahahhaha

5. we know jk regretted it right away after breaking up w oc, but why didn’t he backtrack and take it back? i know oc must’ve thought hes crazy but he didnt even call or text first? us reading is comforted by knowing that jk is also having the worst time, but oc doesn’t. yet theyre brave enough to be the one who reached out first, bc for all they know, jk could be with some other people right now, alr over them. did oc know that he’s not that kind of person or deep down they’re just being as brave as they can asking for what they wants which is him?

6. can we pleaseeeee have more drabbles where we can see how much the boys adore oc? or just their dynamic i would say. also do they have a special connection with each of the boys on different things? like maybe a drabble where jk & oc pack a homemade lunch to bring when visiting jin hobi or yoongi 🥹🥹

7. after the initial breakup, were things ever awkward? were there times when oc had to get used to him being in their life again or something less dramatic? did he ever see doubts or worry in oc’s eyes and is the even when he gave u reasons to drabble, the first time they had to address the traumatic event in their relationship? do they ever talk about it now? or laugh about it?

8. what happened with the “someone else i met in a bar turned out to be a jerk”??? when was this?! HAHAHHA jk must’ve lost his fucking mind after learning about this

9. kinda curious has there been a time when jk really needs quality time w oc and just brings her on tour? my dream is becoming a tour wifey so this would hit all the right spot:( esp w how easy he handled the situation from the last drabble of just inviting her to come w him. cutest ☹️

thank you so much for providing one of my comfort fics!! i hope ure having a great day🌷🥹

oh!! also!! i think we’ve never seen iw couple be on a date date, like fancy super dressed up date. is that just not them? can we see more of their date nights??

heyyy beloved i missed you 🥺🥺🥺 omg???

there are two types of onlyswan readers: one - those who reread the period drabbles then they’re on their period / two - those who reread the breakup drabble when they’re on their period 😭😭😭

ALRIGHT [cracks knuckles]

1. he broke up with oc as soon as he arrived back from tour 🥲 like literally. our guy was still jetlagged. he just wasn’t in his right mind at the time honestly. oc hopped in the car thinking they were going to spend time together someplace else but… yk what happened… ofc he got oc lotssss of presents though </3 including those gifts he talked about in the video oc watched before they called him :(

2. at the time they were already making plans about what will happen in the next few years of their career including the m word ehem ehem so. yeah he was overwhelmed and tired and he felt guilty of having to always leave oc + we know how oc is so empathetic so he also felt guilty that they have to carry his burdens as well ☹️

3. probably a month 🤨 but he didn’t actually want to break up with oc yk? it felt more like a thing that he had to do </3 so oc never suspected anything because the way he was acting towards them never changed. he wanted to hold on.

4. LMAOOOOO maybe in the future i’ll get around to that 🤞🏼 but tae was going through it for reaaaaal

5. he didn’t jump out the car to chase oc because him immediately changing his mind would’ve pissed oc off thinking that he was just playing a joke on their feelings and that would earn him a slap on the face 😭 he thought of that. and oc said they wanted to decide for theirself too :( so he wanted to respect that but he ended up becoming too much of a coward to reach out first after that bcs what if oc already decided that the breakup was for the best too 🥲 what if they hate him now 🥲 but he should’ve thought about it more from oc’s pov bcs they were suffering thinking that he alr gave up frfr </3

hmmm joon did talk to them about jk having a hard time, but during the breakup they did ask if he cheated so we know that they have this anxiety :( oc is just our bravest soldier who knows what they want and always tries their best to get it (him) 🫡

6. omg yessss more soon i’ve been thinking about one with jimin too specifically !! oc definitely bonds with each of the tannies about different things 🥺

7. yea, the even when he gave u reasons to drabble was the first time they brought it up again :( after they got back together jk really made efforts to reassure oc and that’s partly because he did see how they became kind of timid when he expresses affection. (i.e., jk saying “i didn’t love you any less and you know that.” and oc not saying anything and walking away instead) (this shit still kills me today sorry)

8. this was oc’s bf before jungkook aka guy with the dirty nails aka the ex who cursed them out like crazy when oc broke up with him (called them a slut) AND ALMOST made oc delete jungkook’s first ever texts to them bcs they lowkey started believing him. (he makes me mad sorry)

9. heeee wanted to but oc has only tried flying out for the ptd la and vegas shows bc the circumstances before then were different :( they were balancing school and multiple jobs. and we know how hard oc studied. they were so committed 😭 but now they live together and oc has a stable job and everything’s just more flexible overall so going with him overseas when he has work there is easy and not a problem at all 🥺

oh ofccc they’ve been on fancy dates esp that oc loves feeling pretty <3 but someone take me on a fancy date first so i can write about it 🤧

this is the first time someone called the giving up drabble a comfort fic lmaoooo this made my day i love you 😭 i hope i answered your questions and thank you soooo much for reading my works 🥺💕

[jukeboxjackal]

toxic nat and reader break up and have so much tension until they hu at a dinner party

hey guys hey guys!! sorry haven’t been here for a while but like i think i decided i’m gonna answer all of my asks (2) and maybe prob start writing again! wooo!!!

okay so first things first

1. i will NOT be doing like a full hu, there will be themes yes but as aforementioned i don’t write smut

2. this is actually a great idea so i’m gonna give y’all a preview bc it’s really late and then i’ll edit and finish later

3. sorry for taking forever twin!!

I know you miss me.

toxic! nat x fem! reader

warnings: toxic behavior, more mentioned in the future. also the usual like cursing yap yap yap

“hey”

you whipped your head around, you recognized that voice. God awful but 𝗵𝗲𝗿 voice will always plague your mind. the woman who you’ve been avoiding all night.

she looked restless, almost like she actually 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 you. ‘ha, fat fucking chance’ you thought. you debated if you actually wanted to talk to her, but she moved closer, so you knew you had to. and with a loud sigh you said:

“hi”

you mentally cursed yourself. ‘that was actually so lame, stand your ground (y/n), damn’. so you spoke again,

“what do you want natasha?” you sighed it out, you don’t even know why you’re talking to her again.

‘she’s not worth it’ ‘she never loved you’ ‘stop trying to convince yourself that she’ll ever change.’

but you know she will, she always does. ‘fuck it not today.’

you tried to turn back around, but she put a hand on your shoulder. you flinched.

“(y/n), i’m serious. don’t fucking walk away from me.” she just whispered out.

you looked back at her, and she looked a cross between pissed and so, so fucking sad.

“hey, this is clint’s party, just let me enjoy myself. i already told you i never wanted to see you again.” and you saw a flash of hurt and anger in her eyes. ‘why the fuck is she the mad one here?’

you both were at clint’s little get together, and you went outside for fresh air, but you guess she followed you out. you were happy, you hadn’t seen the team in a while, natasha always kept you away. and when they asked, you were always “sick” or “on a trip”. but now she was gone, and you finally got back in touch with them, but God, you could never muster up the strength and courage to tell them what had all happened.

natasha scoffed,

“enjoy yourself? or enjoy these other bitches? i’ve been looking at you all night, just to see you with carol, or my friends. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸���𝘰𝘳𝘦.” she spat that last part out.

you let out a dry laugh. “oh wow natasha, glad to see you haven’t changed. i have though, and now you can’t control me anymore.” you stared directly at her.

“oh please, you know damn well i didn’t do shit wrong. and you also know that you miss me, huh?” she moved closer to you.

“natasha, what the hell?” you looked around. she put her hand on your face though, softly.

“oh baby, i’m the only one for you.” “what happened was a mistake, but i promise you i have changed.” she whispered to you.

“oh bullshit, nat!” you had tears forming. “you just acted the same literally two seconds ago, stop trying to play me for a fool!” you were very much emotional now.

“and that’s why you still call me nat. you already know how much i appreciate you, and that you just can’t seem to get over me, huh?”

that was true, you hadn’t dated or talked to anyone in 4 months. but maybe that was just how impactful she was on you, that you’d been afraid to love again.

“shut up.”

“so it is true, (y/n) you haven’t changed a bit sweet girl.” natasha caressed your face.

you tried to pull away, but she had you against the wall. you could smell her sweet scent, which did NOT reflect her personality.

“just this once,” she whispered “be mine again?”

you felt too much, you just wanted it to be over.

you closed the distance between you both with a kiss.

———

you woke up in her bed again, but you swear next time will be different.

you know it will be.

when you she was dead asleep, you packed up and left.

[hashtag-anthems]

My current brainworm is that Astarion is a high elf so his family is probs still alive and I am starting to create my very self-indulgent headcanons for it and I’m putting them all under a read more bc it is Long

I think Astarion was the youngest of his siblings (he has youngest sibling energy), and the first grandchild in the family was born like a few months after him, so he was kind of in a hurry to grow up and be taken seriously. He definitely pulled the “I’m technically your uncle so you have to listen to me!” card with his siblings’ kids who were only a few months younger than him. From what I know of the lore, elves don’t really have accident babies, but I think Astarion was a very spur of the moment decision that happened quite a while after the second-youngest was born. He was the baby, and he hated it.

One of his siblings sees the papers after the nether brain happens and thinks huh that guy looks a lot like my baby brother that moved out to the city to go get an important law job what are the chances?

He’s super hesitant to reconnect for obvious reasons but the more he interacts with them the more he realizes that his family is just batshit insane and “baby of the family who died tragically young comes back as a vampire 200 years later” does not even make the top 10 list of craziest things that have happened this tenday and they just take it in stride and that’s almost worse? somehow?

I think there comes a point where they’re all treating this as so normal, as if he just came back from a very long vacation, he is so out of his depth and feeling smothered, no one is talking about what happened or taking it seriously, and he eventually can’t take it and snaps about how everyone is just pretending that nothing happened, he fucking died and clawed himself out of his own grave and spent two hundred years enslaved to a vampire lord that wanted to sacrifice him to an archdevil, and the most he’s gotten from any of these people is a chuckle and a handwave and a “you’re still our Astarion, we love you, we’re so happy you’re home, it’s not a big deal” but yes it is a big deal! He has not experienced unconditional positive regard very often and is very uncomfortable and feels like they’re hiding something from him.

He doesn’t remember that the day he left home for the last time, he had a big fight with his parents, and they hadn’t spoken in a couple of decades when he died. He doesn’t remember that the last time he saw his oldest brother, he pretended he didn’t recognize him, threatened to call the city watch on him if he didn’t stop with this harassment, and called him some very rude things. He’d been dead for months before any of them heard the news, because Astarion had done so much work to distance them, and he doesn’t even remember any of it.

No one was really going to bring it up, they’re just thrilled they have a second chance to reconnect and if he’s not going to say anything, why would we? We’re just all pretending that nothing happened and we are one big happy family, because that always works so well, right? Once they realize he isn’t bringing it up because he doesn’t remember it even happened, they all kind of settle down.

It takes a lot of work, they have at least one more explosive argument and he almost calls the whole thing a waste of time and vows to never come back, but… it isn’t entirely bad, and he certainly isn’t about to move back in with his parents any time soon, but maybe he can handle a few family dinners around the holidays if he already happens to be in the area…

I just want his family to be full of people you would expect to find in a news article about Fantasy Florida Man and Astarion is actually so normal comparatively

Also I am picturing in my mind that his mother has this beautiful garden and Astarion has a nephew who just joined a druid circle pretty recently and Lady Ancunín’s poor rose bushes will never be the same but she’s very proud of him regardless!

[xxfangirl365xx]

Okay chat, my thoughts on the paper kingdom "leak"

So I have a few thoughts, I heard this last night b4 I saw anyone else was talking about it, somebody dm'ed me on insta with the file and I listened to it.

First thought was it might be AI just bc Gee's voice sounds so....idk like sad. It's not the way he usually pronounces some words and some parts seemed a little off. But it sounds too put together to be a demo if that makes sense, so it wouldn't make sense why it sounded kinda off if it was a finished product.

HOWEVER

there are some parts when listening I feel like an AI would stumble over and make gibberish or glitch out, and that sounded very real and undeniably Gerard's voice. But I don't wanna get my hopes up too high. (a little add on, Warner is also trying to take the recording down like crazy, which is very very sus lol)

Ik this is like, an old recording from when the band first wrote it so it's not a new recording. But I feel like for an mcr5 type of situation here the band would 100% start a project from scratch. Maybe if they really liked a song or two from scrapped projects put it in there but I don't think they would continue with Paper Kingdoms. Just the dark and depressing nature of it, I feel like they would start something fresh. Frank said in a interview in 2020 somewhere that the guys like starting projects from scratch, that's why foundations wasn't a song that they made a while ago and they just finished, it was brand new.

To reflect the bands comeback/fresh start and just overall different mindsets now of not being pressured and making things at their own leisure I feel like they wouldn't have a reason to remake paper kingdoms, especially since pretty much all of us know about it already, so it's nothing new. I'm def on the side that they would do something relating to swarm tour. Something in that realm feels very on brand and there were so many foreshadowing moments watching the clips from shows feels like watching a movie almost with the different costumes and random little phrases and skits and stuff Gee did. It feels more likely they would build a story and album off of foundations of decay and swarm tour and the stuff written on the drum heads.

Okay almost done my rant sorry

also I've seen people saying it was not right to have this leaked bc the band but specifically Gerard said this was a very bad time for them and paper kingdom didn't like up to what they hoped and they never wanted anybody to see it, so I feel bad by listening to it cause it goes against the bands wishes or not having anybody see it. Which is understandable, towards the end of mcr the guys were not really having fun anymore and just were not vibing with it anymore, so anything at that point wasn't in the vision and prob got them frustrated they couldn't make the record work. Gerard even said b4 that he had all the records worked out in his head before the band even took off , Bullets,Revenge,Black parade. Danger days (at that point) wasn't even in the picture. He said anything after black parade felt like betraying his ideas. However as we know Danger days happened and Conventional weapons happened (weather or not that's counted as an album I'll never know lol but it's still there)

So I feel like Paper kingdoms isn't meant to happen. I understand this is just an old leak but I really don't mind myself believing too much that it's going to become a full album release. MCR is much much more likely to do an album with their newer vibe, and revised sound and visions that work on a old project that supposedly caused so much frustration and pain. But who knows. They r very curious little critters. MCR has done more unexpected things.

anyways thank you for listening to my little rant :3

Quick question,

[justapurrcat]

Crush Tingle | p.b.p.

Pairing: college!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Excerpt: “Ever since you’d told him you found his drunk persona to have so much in common with them, penguin compilations had become one of his favourite things to watch in dead moments. He claimed he was doing it so that he could take notes in order to keep your interest alive. And also because he wanted to find out what you had seen in him that made you decide you wanted him to be the one who would make your leg pop.

But those cute memories weren’t enough to chase away the cloud that was coming together in your mind, nor to fill the pit that was forming in your stomach.” 

Sequel to Baby Penguins and Popping Legs

Word Count: 10.120k

Warnings: English not being my first language, possible typos, fluff, some angst bc it’s me, stupid dialogues, mentions of sex, reader has issues, NWH spoilers, Tom!Peter (aged up)

A/n: Okay, so, I usually don’t take requests bc I’m slow af, but this one was so cute I just couldn’t resist!!!

“i hate to admit that i loved the spider vow… maybe i’m weird too 🤭 anyway idk if request r open buuuttt if they r then could i request a college!peter parker x reader w major domestic fluff but maybe jealous reader is thrown in?? bc every girl on campus is in love w peter parker👀”

To whoever requested this, thank you and I’m sorry it took so long. I hope you’ll like this and that you don’t mind me turning this into a sequel, it’s just that I felt inspired... but it can be read on its own, I promise! Thank you again for sending this! 💜

Penguin Crush Masterlist

Peter Parker Masterlist

General Masterlist

You buried your face in the curve of your boyfriend’s neck, basking in the warmth radiating from his body, through the thin fabric of your shirts – that both belonged to him, to be precise – and letting his pleased giggle brush over your ears.

It had become the norm for the two of you, chilling and cuddling on your bed like this, forgetting that an actual living, breathing World, filled with pain and unspeakable things, existed outside of your room, outside the boundaries of your skins...

You didn’t know if you had something to do with it, but ever since you’d met him, Peter Parker was less alone. Like a switch had been turned on, he had started to talk to more people, making more friends, never failing to include you. He kept his back straighter and held his head up higher, talked more, laughed more.

He seemed happier.

Right now, he was lying on his stomach, with you on top of him, your chest pressed against his back and your legs tangled together, a warm and fuzzy blanket shielding your bodies from the cold.

Peter was watching a video on his phone, and you were too busy leaving small kisses on his exposed skin to care about everything else, but a notification sound caught your attention, and before you could stop them, your eyes were already instinctively flickering to the screen, a bunch of glitter and pink and red hearts exploding in your vision.

‘Thank u so much, Pete! U saved me with the latest assignment! U’re the best! I owe u!!!’, the preview read, amongst all those extra saccharine emojis.

Cindy Moon.

Again.

Your boyfriend opened the chat, typing a quick ‘No prob, Cin!’, followed by a couple of thumbs up, and immediately going back to watch his interrupted ‘goofy baby penguins’ video.

Ever since you’d told him you found his drunk persona to have so much in common with them, penguin compilations had become one of his favourite things to watch in dead moments. He claimed he was doing it so that he could take notes in order to keep your interest alive. And also because he wanted to find out what you had seen in him that made you decide you wanted him to be the one who would make your leg pop.

But those cute memories weren’t enough to chase away the cloud that was coming together in your mind, nor to fill the pit that was forming in your stomach.

In moments like that, forgetting wasn’t so easy anymore. Not when the World caved in, making you aware of how better than you he could do...

You adverted your eyes from the screen, mentally scolding yourself for invading his privacy like that. Peter always told you he didn’t care, sometimes he would casually ask you to check on his notifications when he couldn’t. You still remembered the absolute shock of the first time he’d handed you his phone, while he was fixing his suit. He’d told you his password like it was the most normal thing ever.

And you also remembered the two hours he had spent kissing your tear-stained cheeks and holding you close, helping you recover from your panic attack, and making you realize that his password was the day he had met you for the first time, on Give Everyone You Meet a Flower Day, the holiday you had come up with just to talk to him.

But old habits were hard to die, and so was a cheating asshole who would yell at you for even daring to touch his ringing phone to bring it to him while he was showering.

With a heavy heart, you rolled off of him, resting on your back, staring at the ceiling. You could already tell what would come next and you didn’t want to see it.

Peter’s head snapped in your direction, the sudden lack of your reassuring weight on top of him causing him to feel exposed, and not in a good way. Maybe he was just being dramatic – no, he told himself, he was sure he was being dramatic –, but he felt like something could attack him any second now, like he’d just lost something vital to him...

“What’s going on?”, he asked, trying to chase away those dark thoughts, like the mere act of associating them with your person could turn out to be harmful for you.

Without daring to look at him, you closed your eyes like you wanted to sleep. “Nothing”, you dismissed it under your breath. “Just tired.”

One of the downsides of having a boyfriend with heightened senses was that you couldn’t hide anything from him, all of your lies getting debunked in a heartbeat only because a damn radioactive spider couldn’t mind his own business.

It wasn’t that you liked lying to him, but sometimes you just wished you had that special ability: the poor boy already carried so much on his shoulders without the burden of your cheap drama, there was no need for you to bring him down even more.

“I want a girlfriend, y/n, not a ball and chain.”

Shit, you thought to yourself. Not fucking ‘Colin The Cheater’ again.

You had a perfect boyfriend, miraculously carved out of dream material, you loved him and you were happy, why the fuck couldn’t that stupid idiot leave you alone at once?

Of course, Peter sensed your internal turmoil and, even if he couldn’t quite understand what it was about, he knew that there was something bothering you. Without wasting another second, he covered your body with his, placing his leg between your thighs and burying his face in your hair, determined to get your attention.

“Peter”, you groaned in what you so badly wanted to be an annoyed tone, while, in fact, you were fighting the instinct to wrap your arms around his torso to keep him there and never let him go. “Get off.”

“Could you give me a hand with that?”, he asked innocently, pairing the question with a chaste kiss right below your ear, making you suck in a sharp breath.

So much for innocence, he was one-hundred percent aware of what he was doing.

“I mean it”, you muttered unconvincingly, your heart shamelessly using your ribcage as a drum, your hands itching to touch him. “You’re crashing me.”

“I thought you liked being crashed”, Peter countered, nuzzling the side of your neck, captivated by how wild your pulse could get due to his proximity. He found it hard to believe sometimes, but that didn’t take away from the fact that he definitely enjoyed having this effect on you.

You remained silent, but your body was speaking volumes and Peter never failed to turn them all up. “You seemed quite happy last night.” To reinforce his point, he rubbed his thigh against your core, the tiny whimper that fought its way out of your lips sounding like the most angelic symphony to his ears.

“... and this morning, too–AAAH!!!” His cheeky remarks got suddenly interrupted by a pained scream that caused his voice to go up an octave and him to jump back so violently he ended up with his ass on the ceiling, supporting himself on his bare hands and feet as he looked at you in complete shock.

“W-why?”, he croaked out, his big round eyes and the squeaky sound summoning in your mind the image of an abandoned and beaten-up puppy, which made you hate yourself a bit for pinching his side to get him off of you.

Girlfriend of the Year, y/n, great job.

A wave of guilt washed over you and you physically couldn’t hold his stare any longer, so you sat up and rested your back against the headboard, letting the blanket gather around your calves. “Told you”, you grumbled. “You were crashing me.”

Peter landed gracefully on the bed in his signature spider-pose, hoping this would get a laugh out of you like all the other times and his heart broke a little not only when he saw it didn’t, but that you didn’t even consider him. However, he wasn’t going give up like that. “That’s so mean...”, he complained with a playfully hurt tone.

You kept your gaze down, everything about your body language screaming defence, his second attempt failing miserably. “I was literally gasping for air.”

“You literally weren’t”, he pointed out, poking at your knee.

“Whatever”, you scoffed, getting out of bed and making a beeline towards the door, headed to the kitchen. You didn’t spare him a single glance. “I’m hungry.”

Shit.

You flipped over the bread with such energy it almost fell out of the pan and ended up on the floor. Clicking your tongue in irritation, you did your best to move a bit more carefully.

You were mad. And embarrassed because you were mad. And stupid. You felt – no, you were – so fucking stupid you wanted to bash your own head against the nearest wall. And, most importantly, you were a shitty girlfriend, undeserving of the affection of the exceptional specimen Peter Benjamin Parker was.

“Darling...”, you heard his voice coming from behind you, his figure appearing in your field of vision, but you still kept your eyes down, your lips stubbornly sealed.

“Darling, what’s wrong?”, he tried again, cautiously wrapping his arms around your waist, looking for any sign of discomfort coming from you. When, despite your surly attitude, nothing seemed to alter his senses, he grew a bit bolder, holding you close and pressing his chest against your back, leaning his chin on your shoulder.

You relaxed immediately, melting into his reassuring touch and closing your eyes as you let him gently sway you from side to side. “Nothing’s wrong”, you finally murmured.

Peter lightly bumped his nose against your cheek. “Yes, it is.”

“I hate that sense of yours, sometimes”, you scowled.

His hands found their own place in yours, your fingers intertwining spontaneously. “Are you sure you hate it?”, he questioned and you knew exactly what he was alluding to. God, he could be such a cheeky shit when he wanted...

“I said sometimes”, you specified, lowering your defences, allowing him to slowly start to erase the bad thoughts clouding your mind.

Satisfied with your reaction, Peter hummed in your ear, his lips ghosting over your temple and delivering little pecks along your hairline. “So...”, he purred. “You wanna tell me what’s troubling y–”

“THE BREAD!!!”, you yelled, the unpleasant smell of something burning invading your nostrils all at once and causing you to freak out. And you weren’t the only one who almost risked a heart attack.

Your poor boyfriend immediately let go of you, taking a huge jump back and almost tripping on his own feet, the sound of your alarmed voice still echoing in his ears. He was so worried he might’ve unintentionally done something to hurt you that it took him a while to understand what was going on.

Meanwhile, you had literally thrown yourself onto the stove, turning it off, removing the pan and emptying it in a plate in what, in Peter’s eyes, appeared like one single chaotic and yet incredibly smooth motion.

“Shitshitshitshitshit...” You picked up the two slices to check the damage, using only the pad of your fingers to avoid getting burned, then, facing your defeat, you grabbed a knife and slowly, but steadily, began scraping off the burnt surface of the bread.

Peter observed you for a few moments, then tried to speak up again. “Baby...”

You didn’t stop, not even to look at him. “Mh?”

“It’s burnt...”

“So what?”, you plainly shot back with a shrug of your shoulders. “I’m getting rid of the burnt part.”

He extended a tentative hand towards you, hoping you would listen to him. “You could get cancer from it.”

“We can only pray”, you spat without thinking, and you instantly regretted it as soon as your brain restored its connection to your mouth.

For a moment, everything seemed to stop, and it wasn’t a sweet rom-com cliché, but the literal calm before the storm, the quietest moment of peace before the terrifying roar of a mountain about to crumble down.

Peter’s hand didn’t get to touch you, as if trapped by some invisible force that kept it suspended in the air, just a fragment of inches away from your skin. His face dropped, shock emptying his eyes and filling them with confusion first and with dread immediately after. There was no need for him to vocalize what was going through his mind right now.

He already knew.

After all, how couldn’t he? It was you who had told him and his senses had caught up on more – way more – than what just your voice had put into words.

Just like every single thing in that room, you seemed to be motionless as well, your hands still holding the bread and the knife, your gaze fixated on the plate, but not really seeing it, tears burning in the back of your throat, fighting to get to your eyes.

“y/n.”

You flinched imperceptibly – for the sight of a normal person, at least – at his tone, rushing to apologize. “I’m sorry.”

“You know I don’t like it when you joke about that.”

“I know.” You kept your head low, setting everything down. Your hands were starting to shake and the last thing you needed was to make another mess in the kitchen of your dorm. “I know”, you repeated. “I’m sorry.”

Although your heart was rushing, you felt like you were freezing, chills traveling down the curve of your spine and taking possession of your entire being, annihilating all your senses.

“I don’t wanna lose you–”

“You won’t”, you let out in a faint whisper. “I’m sorry...”

“Are you okay?”

It was like hundreds of little threads of liquid ice were wrapping themselves around you, locking you inside of your body, isolating you in a dark, lonely prison. “I’m okay.”

“You sure?”

“Positive”, you confirmed, the syllables tasting bitter on your tongue. You almost didn’t hear your own voice, feeling helpless, getting more and more lost by the second. You were on the edge of a ravine, only one last thing clear in your mind before you could fall in. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that.” Peter didn’t waste a second, wrapping his arms around your trembling figure as tight as he could, like branches of ivy growing over you. An ivy that pulled you away from the void, an ivy of fire that burned without scorching, instantly melting all the ice that had taken over you.

You quivered, releasing a grateful hum, his presence slowly rebuilding your surroundings, his soothing voice giving rhythm to your breaths, his light-feather touches moulding you back into existence, the webs of his love pulling your broken pieces back together.

“I’ll take care of it, okay?”, he offered, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering on your skin for a bit longer than necessary.

“You don’t have to...”, you tried to object.

“I want to.” He lovingly cupped your face, tilting your head back so that you would look at him, the warmth hidden in those chocolate irises being all you needed. “Now, sit back and let me treat my girlfriend.”

You let him guide you towards the table and sit you back on one of the chairs, then simply observed him as he moved around the kitchen, finding yourself to be getting more and more enamoured with him and his funny little chef antics – even though he interrupted them every now and then to come and ask for a kiss. You loved him so much you didn’t think it was possible... and yet there you were, taking in the view of the boy who’d just saved you from the beginning of a panic attack, making heart eyes at him even when he wasn’t looking.

“Here, M’lady”, Peter announced, setting the plate down and taking the seat right next to you, placing his elbows on the table.

The recipe was extremely easy – nothing more than bread with oil, dice tomatoes and cucumbers, tipped with a sprinkle of chopped basil –, and maybe Peter found it kinda hard to see the appeal of it, but you liked it and, most importantly, it reminded you of home. He had learned how it had become a symbol of your childhood, evoking happy memories in you.

“Thank you”, you uttered softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek one more time. You offered him some, but he said he was fine, and just like you had watched him prepare food for you a few minutes before, he observed you eat that same food with a tender expression on his face.

You were halfway through the second slice of bread when Peter felt comfortable to try again. “Darling...” His fingers brushed along your arm and you turned towards him, mouth closed because you were still eating, but eyes inviting him to say more, assuring him that you were listening.

“Do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

You gulped, and not only because you were done chewing. “Nothing’s wrong”, you declared, sounding like a broken record.

Peter considered your words, looking like he was lost in his thoughts. “You don’t wanna tell me”, he spoke after a while, but there was no sign of resentment in his tone. “It’s okay”, he kept going, standing up and making his way towards your bedroom.

Your confused gaze remained glued to his figure until he got out of the door. “What are you...?” Placing the food down on the plate, you were about to go check on him, but you didn’t even have the time to take a step after getting up from the chair, that he was already back in the room, his mask covering his head.

“Tell Spider-Man, then.”

Your jaw dropped on the floor and you stared at your favourite adorkable human being for a good ten seconds, before the corners of your mouth curled up into a grin. There was no point in hiding it, so you did nothing to stop them. “Idiot.”

“Your idiot”, he corrected you, pretending to shoot a web at you like he was trying to guide you into his arms.

A giggle erupted from your throat and you closed the distance between your bodies, taking the mask off and stuffing it in his back pocket and then letting him engulf you in a hug and resting your head on his shoulder, his heartbeat resonating in your ears and vibrating in your chest.

“Seriously, baby...”, he mumbled, his hands moving up and down your back, caressing your skin through the fabric, cuddling you just the way you liked. “Have I done something?”

You shook your head, pressing yourself even more against him. “No, Peter.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No!”

Your head shot up and thank whoever first came up with the idea of studying radioactive spiders, because hadn’t it been for them, your boyfriend wouldn’t have been able to dodge you, ending up with an excruciating pain in his chin.

“You’re perfect. You’re the most perfect boyfriend I could wish for”, you reassured him, clinging to his shoulders with an urgency that took you both by surprise. “How could I ever be mad at you?”

That question worried Peter even more and he raised a hand to cup the side of your face, his arm still draped around your waist. “Then what is it?”

Teeth sinking down on your lower lip to the point where they almost drew blood, you understood that there was no going back now.

“Why are you not mad at me?”

Of all the things you could’ve come up with, Peter wasn’t certainly expecting that. “I’m not sure I follow...”

“Peter.” With a sigh, you gently freed yourself from his hug, his hands struggling a bit to let go of your – his – shirt and, even after they did, still instinctively reaching out for you before they fell at his sides.

“You’re an amazing guy”, you said, gesturing at him, a fond look in your eyes. “You’re kind, you go off your way to help people, you’ve got a smile that could light up this whole town, a brain that could solve three quarters of the issues in this fucking World, you beat a sorcerer using math...” Without realizing it, more or less on the second point of your list, you had begun to mindlessly pace back and forth, back and forth, like a restless soul. “You’re like this genius puppy-eyed sexy super-hero–”

“... did you just call me a dog?”

You turned to face him again as if you hadn’t even heard him. “And I’m highly suspicious”, you began, but felt the sudden need to correct yourself. “No, I’m certain that everyone who sees you wants you... and I cannot think–”

“Whoawhoawhoaholdonholdonholdon”, Peter interrupted you, and you had no trouble imagining a question mark of gigantic dimensions drawing itself onto the canvas of his features. He was that expressive, another one of the innumerable reasons that had left you no choice but to fall for him.

“Everyone?”, he echoed you, convinced he might’ve misheard. Kinda hard for an individual with enhanced-hearing, but not impossible, right? “What are you–?”

“Yes, everyone”, you reinforced the concept, and this time your eyes were boring into his, the intensity threatening to drill two holes in his skull.

“Oh, come on...” The spectre of a laugh rose from his throat and quickly died on his lips when he saw that you didn’t join him and didn’t seem to plan on doing it. That you were still looking at him in the same way, with that tenderness that had stolen his heart.

That you weren’t joking.

“y/n, that can’t be”, he tried to talk some sense into you.

You tilted your head to the side, arching an eyebrow. “Really?”, you asked, and you weren’t mad or sarcastic, but genuinely puzzled. “You’re a walking polygraph, but you can’t find out if someone has a crush on you?”

But, like a well-structured and solid script, Peter had the perfect comeback for that. “Need I remind you that we waltzed around each other for months like we were in a dragon courtship dance–”

The analogy left you speechless for a moment. “Wow, you really did ignore the Viking dance and went straight for the dragon one...”

“It’s the one everyone remembers, let’s be honest”, he explained quickly and you couldn’t reply a thing, finding no flaw in his logic. “Only because neither of us could understand our feelings were reciprocated?”, he went back to his original point.

You looked down on your fiddling hands, recognizing that, other than the dragon thing, he was right on this too.

Peter pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a long breath and letting it out before he dived into one of the most humiliating memories of his life. But it was for you. “Darling, I had to throw up in front of you so that we could get a moment alone...” He cringed at his own behaviour, the embarrassment enflaming his cheeks and ears. “... and it wasn’t even part of a genius plan I had come up with...”, he continued. “It was just me being an idiot. I only got lucky things turned out the way they did.”

Once again, you said nothing, but a nostalgic smile found its way to your lips, guided by the surfacing memories of that crazy, yet unbelievably cute night.

“That was the textbook definition of the ‘idiots to lovers’ fic you could write for a Valentine Bingo event, following the prompts of college, bed sharing and meet ugly”, he described without batting an eyelash and, despite the scarily painful accuracy, you still scrunched your nose a bit at his choice of words.

You didn’t know how to explain it, but for a moment, Peter didn’t sound like... well, Peter. Surprisingly enough, he looked just as lost.

“That was unnecessarily specific, but I’m gonna choose not to question any of it”, you eventually broke the spell, coming out of that weird impasse.

“Wise choice”, Peter agreed, energetically moving his head up and down as if that could help him get rid of that unusual sensation. “I honestly don’t even know why I phrased it like that...”, he trailed off, then, shook his head to definitely snap out of it. He was on duty: his girlfriend needed him, he could not get distracted like that.

“What I’m trying to say is...” He slowly walked up to you again, moving a rebel lock away from your forehead. “I can’t even tell if the person I like likes me back...”, the gesture then was followed by the tip of his finger tracing the profile of your nose, that ended with a final boop he knew would make you chuckle. And it did.

“How could I ever notice it in someone I have no interest in?”

Your eyes fluttered shut for a few moments as you surrendered to his touch. You had made the choice to date an idiot that was incredibly smart, you had no one to blame but yourself. “Touché...”, you conceded, not resisting the urge to play with the collar of his shirt.

“But I’m curious now. Spill the tea.”

You stared at him without understanding, perplexity evident on your face.

“The names”, Peter clarified with an encouraging look. “I want the names.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “You sound like a hitman.”

“Well...”, he smirked proudly. “I’m your boyfriend, so I was certainly capable of hitting on you.”

You said nothing in return, and what followed was nothing but an embarrassing silence that gave him all the time he needed to process what had just come out of his mouth.

Peter gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes like someone had just stabbed him, the reflection of his stupid face in your pupils getting almost unbearable to witness. “... that was an extremely bad joke, wasn’t it?”, he asked, not really expecting an answer. He didn’t slap himself only as a pathetic – useless – attempt to preserve some dignity. “Please, don’t break up with me because of that”, he pleaded with you. “You have all the rights to do it, and I would understand if you did, but please don’t.”

You walked past him, lightly hitting his hip with yours in the process. “You’re lucky I love you so much I would take a bullet for you, you idiot”, you scoffed, circling the table and grabbing your plate to bring it to the sink.

“And I’m thanking my good star every day”, Peter assured you with a sense of relief, following you and leaning back against the counter. “Not only because of that, but also because you’ll never have to do it.”

You shook your head, biting back a cackle, and once again offered him the food. This time, he took it, eagerly devouring it as you washed the dishes and let them to dry. “So?”, he prompted you after you were done, hitting your elbow with a barely perceptible nudge. “Come on, angel, talk to me...”

You lowered your head with a mild nod, then sat on the counter right next to him, hunched over yourself with your intertwined hands resting on your thighs.

“... Cindy Moon.”

The name rolled off your tongue with difficulty, the bitter taste filling your mouth a sharp contrast to the actual sweet nature of your absolute first girl-crush ever. Her voice sounded as silky as her hair looked, and you had spent several weeks of extremely confused dreams, where you couldn’t quite place whether you wanted yours to look just the same or if you wanted to run your fingers through hers as she laid her head on your chest.

A big emotional turmoil for your little and suspiciously demi brain.

“Cindy?”, Peter wondered, then his eyes widened like he’d just remembered something. “You know, it’s curious that you’re mentioning her, she just tested me – I was with you when I got it – and...” He had started to tell you this like he would’ve told you an amusing anecdote, but realization dawned on him with the strength of a slap across the face. “Oh...”

Your head sunk between your shoulders. “Yeah...”

“B-but...”, he stuttered, struggling to make all these new notions make some sense. “She was talking about the assignment...”

“I get the feeling that if you check your phone again the situation might be different”, you suggested, completely giving up.

“What?”, he gaped.

“Remember my fifth sense? I also call it my crush tingle.” You tapped your temple, forcing yourself to joke about the situation, hoping this would help make it hurt a bit less. It went without saying that it didn’t work.

“Darling, I love you”, Peter cooed reassuringly, taking his phone out of his pocket and showing you the battered screen as he opened the chat, confident that this would put you at ease. “But that can’t be possible, don’t you–”

The rest of his sentence died in his throat as soon as he read the content of Cindy’s latest message.

‘How about a coffee tomorrow after class? I’d like to see you... without books between us, for once... or maybe more than just once.’ The words were followed by a myriad of winks and little faces blowing kisses.

You tiredly raised your head to meet his upset gaze, the fact that you were being proved to be right doing nothing to make you feel better. A girl with a bone structure you could only wish for in your wildest dreams was flirting with your boyfriend. If anything, he should’ve been the one celebrating for that.

At first, it was like Peter had just caught on fire, a bright scarlet red spreading like oil under the pale sea of his skin... and then, all at once, every pigment of colour drained from his entire face. “O-oh...”, was all he managed to say.

You gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Told you...”, you breathed out.

“So... that’s the reason behind all those little hearts?”, he deduced, incredulity dripping from every letter. “It always messed with my head me how much she would put in a single message”, he observed as she scratched the back of his neck, glaring at the incriminated emojis. Then he shut the phone and carelessly threw it on the counter, adding a new crack to the already exposition-worthy collection. “But darling, I don’t like her that way–”

“And then there’s Gwen Stacy”, you cut him off, her huge green eyes shining from below her perfectly kept fringe appearing into your vision.

Green...

Like her favourite green skirt that showed off her perfect long legs. The one she loved to wear anytime she knew Peter would be around. Like the ribbon she once had wrapped around your wrist, saying that colour looked great on you as she kissed your cheek.

“Gwen?” The poor boy was doing his best to collect his racing thoughts, looking for any sign he might have misread. “I don’t understand, she invited us over...”, he recalled, desperately wanting you to support this version. “She said we were going to get Brazilian...”

You pulled your knees up to your chest, with the illusion this could make you smaller. “No, Peter...”, you corrected him in a mumble. “She invited you over. And she is going to get a Brazilian.”

“What does it mean?”, he asked you, thanking God that he had the support of the counter, because he had the fear his legs could betray him anytime soon.

You winced at the imaginary pain, and also at what you were about to reveal to your utterly devastated boyfriend. “That she’ll get a full wax between her legs.” You hesitated to continue... but then, your stupid coping mechanism of making jokes about something that was making you suffer got the best of you. “Guess, in some way, she does want you to taste something Brazilian–”

“Oh my God, stop!”, Peter shrieked, covering his ears and getting away from you, like that could help him escape the image you had summoned in his mind.

Heart sinking in your chest, you watched him walk miles in that small kitchen, sometimes not even realizing that he was walking up the walls and the ceiling, and getting down only when, looking back at you, he saw that you were upside-down. “That’s why she was winking at me while she was saying it!”, he gasped, stopping in the middle of the room like a helpless fawn caught in headlights.

Tilting your head to the side, you offered him a sympathetic smile. A smile that however, didn’t reach your eyes and he saw it.

Then a doubt came to Peter’s attention, a doubt that sparked a new hope inside of him. “B-but... isn’t she dating Harry Osborn?”

It was just a miracle that you managed to hold back a whine, not wanting to overload him even more, but the comment came out before you could stop it. And, even if you’d succeeded at that, he would’ve easily read them in your expression. “Speaking of the devil...”

“Harry?” His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his voice sounding like the one of an excited teenager who was screaming the name of their idol. Peter seemed to notice that as well, composing himself before he opened his mouth again. “Harry likes me?”, he asked you, a hand splayed onto his chest. “Are you for real?”

Oh well, at least this hadn’t shocked him. “To say that he worships the ground you walk upon would be more accurate.”

His lips formed a perfect circle, eyes scanning every inch of your face. “How do you know?”

“He told me”, you admitted shyly. “A couple days after the party, to be precise.”

It was one of your most vivid memories up until now, every detail forever engraved in your brain: starting with how he had approached you, calling you a ‘lucky bitch’, passing through how calmly he had confessed everything to you, and ending with his sincere congratulations and the promise he wouldn’t interfere, but also letting you know that in case you ever wanted to do something fun together with him and Gwen, all you had to do was shoot him a text and they would’ve been more than ready.

You knew that Harry was trying to be nice in his own, very personal way, but ever since that day, you just hadn’t been able to shake that feeling off. He and Gwen were so attracted to your boyfriend that they would’ve been willing to tolerate your presence – even to have sex with you –, as long as they could get him in their bed...

“But he was the one who suggested me to drink to find the courage to talk to–”, Peter objected, before interrupting himself again. “Oh.”

“He told me that, too”, you mentioned, chewing on your lower lip. “He said he wanted you to be happy. But that he also wanted to get some sort of little revenge for himself”, you concluded with a shrug.

Classical Harry.

“That’s...” Blushing, he moved a rebel curl behind his ear, beaming like a schoolgirl. Or like Debby Ryan. “Oh my God...”

“Right?”

“I’m... flattered... eighteen-year-old me would’ve thrown his boxers at him, though.” He allowed himself to get lost in that little fantasy for a few seconds, and honestly? You couldn’t really blame him. Harry Osborn might have been a jerk, but at least he was a hot jerk.

“It’s not too late...”, you joked humourlessly.

“Sorry. I’ve found someone else I like throwing my boxers at”, he replied with a wink, stepping out of that daydream in no time. As pleasant as it was, he enjoyed this reality more. He made his way back to you, leaning in for a kiss. “I like throwing my whole incredibly expensive suit at you, actually.”

“No Spider-Man sex jokes”, you frowned, raising your hand to stop him. “We’ve talked about this.”

Peter simply settled for pressing his lips against your palm. “Right”, he agreed, fingers encircling your wrist as he moved your hand to hold his cheek. “Only Spider-Man sex”, he grinned wickedly at you, the action spreading warmth all over your body. He felt it, and it meant you had caved in. “So?”

“So what?”, you questioned dumbly.

“Your point?”

“My point?” You blinked repeatedly. Hadn’t you already told him everything he wanted to know? “What do you mean?”

“Darling, you just made a list of people who you claim want me”, he explained with the patient of a saint. “Your point?”

“You could... have any of them, if you wanted”, you sighed. “Even two at once, I think Harry and Gwen might have some poly situation going on, but I’m not that sure, I might need to ask them...”

“y/n”, Peter cut your rambling off, hands finding your knees and massaging them gently. “Your point.”

“My point is...” You couldn’t resist placing a feather-light to his knuckles, fearing that this could be one of your last chances. You were about to open his eyes, showing him a new horizon, an inviting road paved with precious gems that shone bright. So much brighter than the rough stone he was dealing with at the moment. “With all of them around you...” Your voice faltered a little and you had to clear your throat, scared it would break.

“... why on Earth would you settle for me?”

“S–” The movement of his hands halted and he took them off of you. “Settle for–”, he wheezed, like he was in the middle of a respiratory crisis, backing away until he bumped into the table, his now out of control inhumane strength pushing it against the wall.

Neither of you seemed to care, though, Peter being overwhelmed by the bomb you had just dropped upon him and you drowning in worry and guilt.

“Are you okay?”, you fretted, hopping off the counter.

“I need to sit down”, Peter whimpered, pale as a ghost and blindly reaching behind himself and slumping in a chair as soon as he found it. “I really wish I could get drunk right now. Like, absolutely wasted.”

You stood there awkwardly, watching him as he inhaled and exhaled, gripping his hair and tugging at the roots, leaving you torn between wanting to comfort him and being scared that it would only stress him more. Luckily, he seemed to recover quite rapidly.

“The drunk me you met at that party? I need him back”, he said, looking a bit more relaxed and even surprising you with a laugh. A forced and honestly quite dry one, but still a laugh. He beckoned you closer, hugging your waist and resting his forehead against your abdomen.

“The drunk you who straight up told me he was Spider-Man when he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone?”, you remarked, as your fingers found their legit place, tangling themselves through his curls and Peter mewled contently at the feeling of your nails lightly scraping his scalp, then took a deep breath.

He loved it so much when you didn’t wear those heavy perfumes that messed with his senses and made his head spin – and not in the good way. They covered the delicate scent of your skin, the one of your body soap. Violets had become his favourite flowers because of it. Well, also because of it.

“Yeah, that guy”, he grumbled. “I need him to deal with this nonsense for me.” He raised his head to give you an eye roll, but his playfulness vanished just as quickly as it had been restored.

“Oh no...” He pouted, touching the spot between your eyebrows. “I know this wrinkle. There’s more, isn’t it?”

Caught red-handed, you looked away, regretting how your stupid face always betrayed you. “I mean...”, you tried to buy some time for yourself, thinking of the most diplomatic way to tell him. “These people are not actually hitting on you–”

“Thank God.”

His relief didn’t rub off on you, failing to ease your concerns. “... b-but they would still be...”, you countered weakly, lacking the courage to pronounce the words that haunted you.

… better than me.

You gulped them back, along with the tears they brought with them and that were threatening to choke you. “But you still did have feelings for them”, you argued. “A-and it would make sense if you wanted to...” You didn’t need to finish for him to understand. “Like... Liz Allen.”

To be fair, you had only seen Liz in some of the many pictures Peter had showed you while telling you about his universally forgotten life, but she had struck you like a lightning in the middle of the Thunder Plains in Final Fantasy X, with those plump lips and that smooth skin. You had no trouble believing he used to have a crush on her.

“You mean the girl who had to move to another city after I sent her dad to prison on the very same night I stood her up to prom?”, Peter asked you sceptically. “Wild guess, but I might not be her favourite person in the World, not even after that memory spell.”

“But it’s not only her...”, you responded, getting ready to bring the most painful name into the conversation. “I mean... you were with MJ...”

Yeah. MJ.

His ex and first girlfriend. His only girlfriend before you.

MJ who was as tall as a model and rocked curls that wanted to make you cry.

You hadn’t met her in person either, at least not up-close, your interactions being limited to occasionally ending up in each other’s field of vision whenever you would attend the same class once a week, but just like he had done with Liz, Peter had told you everything about her. But, unlike what he had done with Liz, he had talked to her just last week. He had come to you right after, still incredulous, walking like a massive weight had just been taken off his shoulders, and he had informed you that MJ had asked him to introduce the two of you to each other.

“She’s still working on her social interactions and making new friends, so this is rich coming from her”, he had shared with you.

The next day, MJ had tentatively waved you goodbye right before she would leave the room and disappear in the gargantuan stream of students and teachers moving in all sorts of directions at variegated speeds.

Peter absently gave your hips a little squeeze, furrowing his brow in confusion. “... and now I’m with you, so?”

“S-she was your girlfriend...”

“And now she’s my friend.”

You insisted, confused by why he didn’t seem to follow you or your logic. “Only because things between the two of you didn’t end in a normal way.”

Which was also the reason why things between the two of you had not begun in a normal way.

“You’re right: they didn’t”, he nodded in agreement. “And I initially planned to rebuild things as they were. Telling her everything. Getting back with her.”

It didn’t matter how many times you had imagined him saying that – driven by the absurd belief that always assuming the worst things ever could protect you and your feelings – that sudden confession still knocked you down with the devastating strength of a hurricane. “And... and why didn’t you?”

“I did”, he told you seriously.

“Wait, what?”, you asked, out of breath, now finding yourself on the receiving end of news you had no idea how to process. “Y-you mean that she...”

“She knows.”

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

Your entire body stiffened, your mouth running dry as you had been left too stunned to speak, all those words whirling in your brain, breaking out of your head, aggressively rotating around you, making you feel like you’d been trapped in the eye of said hurricane.

“This is... fuck, I wanted to wait for you to meet them in person, but...”

In that cacophonic Hell, Peter’s voice was the only thing that make sense, the only sound dominating all the other ones, your last anchor to reality and sanity.

“Do you remember last week? When I went to talk to MJ?”

How could you forget?

“Yeah... uhm...” Peter interpreted your lack of reaction as a yes and went on telling you about that surreal – even for Spider-Man’s idea of surreal – afternoon. “Ned was there with us and... please, don’t ask me how, but he fixed it.”

“Fixed it?” You had no idea why you were repeating his words like a parrot, like you had trouble grasping their true meaning. It was blatantly clear that he was talking about that damn memory spell.

So, where was the problem? There was no problem, it was good news, something that should’ve made you happy for your boyfriend. And you were. You were happy. Then, why were you cold, all of a sudden? Why the fuck was your chest getting heavier and your legs getting weaker?

“They remember!”, Peter exclaimed, glad that he could finally share this with you. To Hell with the surprise, he didn’t want to hide anything else from you ever again. “Perks of having a Sorcerer best friend.”

“But then how... w-why aren’t you two...”, you stammered. “W- what happened?”

“You”, Peter answered with a disarming simplicity, his puppy eyes softening like he was experiencing the unique chance of looking at something mesmerizingly beautiful. “That’s what happened. You.”

“Plus, have you seen the way MJ looks at Mira?”, he pointed out, jokingly fanning himself like an outraged Victorian lady, but he dropped his act as soon as he realized that you couldn’t get that reference. “Oh right, of course you didn’t, we don’t have that class together... but, to give you the idea, she never once looked at me like that.”

He didn’t sound jealous while saying that. At all. If anything, he seemed rather amused. And inexplicably proud. However, none of that did anything to drag you out of the spiral you were plunging into headfirst.

“Pretty self-explanatory”, Peter commented, but the look on your face made his joy vanish into thin air. “Wait, what is it?”

“I-I ruined it...” You were shaking, not even trying to mask it anymore, staring at his face without really seeing him. That was all he was in your eyes right now, a splash of colour slightly more defined that what surrounded him, a lonely cherry petal floating on the surface of the abyss. “I ruined everything.”

“What do you mean ruined?”

“You could... you could’ve had your life back...” He had found a way to solve it. And yet, MJ wasn’t his girlfriend. And yet, he was here, stuck with you. “... b-but I got in the way...”

“Darling, no!”

You tried to detach yourself from him, but this time Peter didn’t allow it. “y/n. My love, look at me”, he pleaded, clinging to your body and resisting your attempts to break free from his hold. Not without difficulty – because, as much as he wanted to keep you there, he would never resort to overpower you with the help of his raw strength, at least not outside of the bedroom... –, he managed to make you sit in his lap.

“Please, look at me”, he begged, once you had stopped fighting back, seeing how pointless it was. He cradled you, raising your chin to have you meeting his gaze, feeling his heart crush into a hundred little pieces when he saw that you were crying. “It’s true, I could’ve had my old life back, and that was what I wanted”, he admitted, the enormous amount of speeches he had written, thrown away, practiced and practiced until he’d grown to hate them, vividly retuning to him.

“Or at least I thought it was what I wanted”, he corrected himself. “But then I met you.” He kissed the bridge of your nose, then looked at you with a determination that was extremely rare to find on his face when he wasn’t hiding behind his mask. Or when he wasn’t railing you into oblivion, but that was another story...

“And if having that life back means losing you... then I don’t want it”, he asserted firmly.

“Peter, that’s–”

“No, y/n, please, listen to me”, he stood his ground, giving up not even being considered as an option. “I got my friends back and it was more that I could’ve dreamed of.”

You shook your head, not believing that he could be okay with that. There was no way he could be okay with that.

“It’s true. And I managed to do that because of you. Thanks to you.” Peter tilted his head to the side, letting his eyes wander all over your face, before his lips took their place. He kissed your cheeks, your nose, your eyebrows, your forehead, your temples... not a single inch of skin was going to be left unattended.

Once again, Peter Parker took the pieces you had crumbled into, ignoring how sharp they might have been, and put them back together with the dedication of a Carthusian monk, like your mother would’ve said.

“You���ve been so kind and sweet and patient to me. You always make sure to save a seat for me, you always run up to me with your best most terrible jokes and listen to mine, you pass me all the notes every single time I miss a class. That lilac highlighter you always use reminds me of your bedroom. Everything is lilac in there. You’re so obsessed with that colour and it’s so freaking adorable. And I don’t know why, but the pages always smell like violets. It makes me think of your scarf, and how you always force me to wear it when I forget mine... like I’m not the one who recovers faster from a cold...”

To avoid getting drunk on his affection – or drunker, since you were definitely tipsy –, you pushed his face away, poking his cheek. “It’s because you’re such a drama queen when you get sick.” You couldn’t help teasing him, that tender goofy image of him, bundled up in at least three blankets, hungry for cuddles and asking for a kiss before and after taking each medicine, breaking down your resistance.

“And you still put up with me every time it happens. You and your pepper, honey and turmeric concoctions. And curiously, you always end up getting a cold as soon as I get better.”, he teased you back.

“Like that’s my fault”, you shot him a nasty look.

He winked at you, before he carried on with his monologue. “And maybe you think I don’t notice, but I know that you always mutter insults in your native language when you see that someone on patrol roughed me up.”

“H-how...?”

“I may not understand with my ears, but your face says enough”, he explained, squishing your cheeks, laughing when you swatted his hand away and stuck your tongue out at him. “You helped me improve my web shooters – Mr. Stark would’ve hired you right on the spot, which is why I keep telling you to apply for something there...”, he trailed off, the memory of his mentor hitting him harder than he expected it would.

You wordlessly scraped the nape of his neck, a little gesture to let him know that you were there for him like he was there for you, and he mouthed a ‘thank you’, rubbing his nose against yours.

“You made me try eyeliner for the first time.” To emphasize that, he even fluttered his eyelashes, getting so close to you the action tickled your cheekbone.

You had to appeal to every scrap of strength and determination you had not to blurt out how fucking good he looked. That day had marked you like an unremovable bloodstain, the black tears shining on his cheeks and following the path of his sharp jawline, and the heavenly moans you had coaxed out of him while kneeled between his legs were still an extremely appreciated company whenever you found yourself alone, longing for your crime-fighting boyfriend.

“The coffee shop guy hates me because every time I get there, I always pester him for violet-flavoured chocolate, but you should see the look on your face when you get it. I’ve never been so happy of having someone hating my guts.” He paused briefly, the light in his gaze getting duller, the ghost of his next words casting a shadow that followed him like an anathema.

“And May...”

You held your breath when you heard that name. It was very rare for Peter to talk about his aunt, and considering how much he had loved her, and the way she had been so tragically taken from him ahead of time, you didn’t find it hard to believe.

“May would’ve adored you”, he told you candidly, with all the love he was capable of pouring into you through that statement. “You keep calling me selfless and a hero, but you should look at yourself in the mirror. This strength you have...” He was at loss for words for a few instants, the lump in his throat making it difficult for him to speak. “I don’t think you see its full potential, but I’ve only witnessed it once, and it was in her, before I could find it again in you.”

It was like reliving that scene all over again, like seeing May all over again, facing Norman with that absurdly foolish courage that animated her, ready to give it all to protect her nephew, the boy she had dedicated her own life to, raising him like a son.

The comforting feeling of your hand on his face felt like the touch of an angel. “You’re here whenever I wake up from a nightmare”, Peter forced himself to continue. “You kiss my cheeks every time I cry...”

Just like he had done to you.

“I couldn’t think of a day that doesn’t begin or end in your arms.”

“Peter...”

“And I hate to make this all about me, because it sounds like I am, but you have to believe me when I tell you that whatever I did, it was you who gave me the courage to do it”, he added, but if you though that he might’ve been done, boy were you wrong.

Peter Benjamin Parker was on his personal mission: letting you know how much your existence had impacted his own and there was nothing that could stop him now. “I don’t think you understand how important you are to me.” Without waiting for an answer, he took your hand, reverently bringing it up to his forehead and then to his lips for a quick peck, only to place it right above his heart and keep it there, right under his.

“You gave me my life back. Not that old one. A new one. Mine. A life with you in it. Which is the most perfect life I could’ve asked for. And I didn’t settle for it. I wanted it. I chose it. And I keep wanting it and choosing it every day.”

“Stop...”, you chocked on your own sob. There was only so much positivity, let alone love, you could handle being thrown at you without feeling like an undeserving fraud, and Peter had made the choice to unleash the entire load on you. Your heart was going crazy, literally banging against your ribcage, desperately trying to reach out to his palm, to him, like a sentient being. “Please, stop, I... I-I can’t...”

“Shh, it’s okay”, he whispered, moving your hair away from your face and neck so that he could kiss any reachable inch of your skin. “It’s okay, I’m here.” He held you as close as possible, forcing his heartbeat against yours, hoping that its rhythm could tell you everything his words weren’t able to convey. “My love. My beautiful, beautiful love.”

You didn’t believe in God: despite the enthusiastic religious education you had received during your childhood, you had turned out to be a pretty sceptical teen-ager and a firmly convinced atheist later on, but in moments like this – which you were lucky enough to see happen on a daily basis – you found yourself wondering which deity you should be thanking for putting Peter on your path. Or you on his, you didn’t really care.

He had casted a shade of gold on your existence, the dull, toned-down scale of greys you had gotten used to, and that were convinced would follow you to the grave, were now nothing but a pale memory. The burning red that had previously blinded you and cruelly ripped your heart right out of your chest – that being the reason behind you getting thrown under that grey sky – was gradually loosening its grip on you, as Peter’s light shone brighter and brighter with each passing day.

Once you’d poured everything out, both the incredulity and the unadulterated joy, you sniffed loudly, no room left for grace. “You should be illegal, Parker”, your voice was hoarse because of the tears, but you didn’t care. There’s no way being such a perfect boyfriend and an amazing human being isn’t a crime.”

You knew your journey wasn’t over, and episodes like this were the living proof that you still had a long way to go. But you were healing. And Peter was by your side. And that was all that mattered.

“We’d be locked up together, then”, he chuckled. “You’re stuck with me, y/n l/n.” He had to bite his tongue not to call you with his last name. He recently had been dreaming of it, sharing a future with you. And not just as in daydreaming about it, but as in actually dreaming of it, to the point where he had cried like a baby right after waking up, unwed and without the beautiful children he had fallen head over heels with. He could still see their faces, a fascinatingly realistic combination of you and him on their chubby features...

But this wasn’t the right moment, he needed a distraction and he needed it fast, before he’d fall to his knees in front of you, offering you a piece of paper folded in the shape of a ring along with his hand in marriage. “Oh, Ned wants to meet you, too, by the way.”

You pulled back a bit, just enough to look at him, a heart-stopping smirk animating your lips. “Does he?”

“Yeah. You better get ready for our embarrassing first kiss experiment story”, he suggested, raising his eyes to the ceiling. He adored Ned to bits, but he had all sorts of anecdotes about him – especially now that his memory was back and stronger than ever – and sometimes he couldn’t decide whether this was a curse or a blessing. “He says that if you want to be the second in command of my Legendary Guy-In-The-Chair, you have to know it.”

“Can’t wait”, you grinned, raising an eyebrow at him. “I might ask him if you learned that tongue thing from him.”

“Nuh-uh”, he denied proudly. “That’s a natural talent, baby.” He was lying without an ounce of remorse, wanting nothing more than to impress you. Of course, he saw that you saw right through him, but it didn’t matter. “I love you.”

You made yourself comfortable in his arms, cuddling up to him and craning your neck. “Thank you.”

He pulled away, not willing to give you what you wanted until you would stop thanking him for what was rightfully yours to take. “Try again, darling.”

“I love you.” Your voice was low, barely audible even from the other side of the room. You had always been told that love was supposed to be loud all the time to be considered real, that the World needed to know about it for it to exist. It was okay, though. Your World had heard it. And that was enough.

Peter nodded, satisfied by that, before capturing your lips into a kiss. He could read you like an open book and he knew exactly what, how and when you needed it. Now, you needed him to be gentle, and gentle was what he gave you, keeping it slow and soft, fingertips leaving goose bumps along your throat, tracing the line of your jaw, tilting your chin to guide you into the kiss. “That’s my girl”, he gushed when you parted.

The praise gave an additional boost of energy to the already restless butterflies inside your stomach, and you hid your face into the crook of his neck. “Can we always be this close?”

“Forever and ever, darling.”

A/n: There it is! Gotta be honest, I’m not the biggest fan of this, the prompt was lovely, and I loved working on it, but I wasn’t in my best mental space when I wrote it (I was literally going through one of my regular writing crisis and considered deleting all my works) and... Idk, I hope you all liked it. Let me know what you think, if you want, you know how much it means to me 💜💜💜

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[apocalypticgargoyle]

Gene... My baby mama... I need... More alt!dream... Whatever you got fr. I just need more I'm.. I love him (probs not as much as you) but I love him

You're in luck bc I'm running on rip fuel for him. [ALSO I WROTE THIS BEFORE EVERYONE DID THE TECHWEAR STUFF FOR HIM I'M SORRY. I'LL GET IT IN NEXT TIME. I PINKY SWEAR.]

𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐃. ♘ 𝐚𝐥𝐭!𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 (𝟏𝟖+)

pairing: alt!Dreamwastaken x fm!reader

warnings: smut (18+), language, semi-public sex, light mentions of needles, domination

previous part ♘ fanart that i can't stop crying over

recommended listening: Hi Frequency by Vague002

The bus swayed slightly, your grip on the cool bar tightening to keep you from knocking into Clay as it turned. The dark city outside the windows bustled with sparkling lights, catching your eye every few seconds. As more people filed into the cramped space, Clay grabbed your hand, looping your arms around his waist and smugly grinning as you fought not to blush. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “Will this be your first time in a parlor?” He asked, voice low and raspy as he whispered to you, not wanting to disturb the other members of society who just wanted to get home after a long day of work.

You nodded your head, making him chuckle. You knew it would be a different experience, mainly because it was taking place during the tattoo shops “after hours,” which Clay had only briefly explained the benefits of attending. “What are you getting done again?” You asked, moving so your hands were holding onto his arm instead, fingers brushing against the exposed skin peeking from beneath the cut-up shirt under his dark jacket.

He shrugged. “I couldn’t decide. Why don’t you pick?” He joshed, smirking at the way your eyebrows raised.

“I don’t want to be responsible for a mark on you,” you murmured, making him snort.

He hooked his fingers into the neckline of his shirt, stretching it down enough to reveal the litter of hickeys peppering his skin that you had left the night before. Your eyes widened as you swatted away his hand, looking around carefully in hopes that no one had seen them. He looped an arm around your shoulders, loving the fact that you were so worried about the crowd when all he wanted to do was fluster you.

He pressed his lips to your cheek, the warmth of his body encompassing you. “I love it when you get all blushy,” he teased. “Seriously though, you should pick. I won’t look at it if I don’t like it,” he snarked.

You groaned lightly. “Clay, come on.” He brushed his lips against yours.

“I trust you, sweetheart,” he cooed almost mockingly, his nose moving to press into your hair.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, trying your best to remember what was already on his body. You thought about the impending reality that whenever he saw the new tattoo, his mind would linger on you, and for some reason, heat traveled to your ears at that thought. “Um… what about a bird?” You asked, voice uneasy as if on eggshells.

His face twisted into a pleased smile. “A bird?” He repeated. You shrugged beneath his arm, making him chuckle. “I like that. George likes doing bird tattoos too, so you might just make his night,” he added, his praise and approval making your stomach fill with confidence. He pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your shoulder. Your mind began to forget what the two of you probably looked like to the other people as his scent invaded your senses. “Will you hold my hand while I’m in the chair?” He joked.

You scoffed. “Are you gonna cry?” You teased, making him chuckle.

“No, I’m just clingy,” he answered without skipping a beat. Your grin was hidden in the soft corduroy of his jacket.

The tattoo parlor was nothing like you had expected. The door was locked behind you after a bouncer let the two of you in, the man leading you two up a staircase and into a dimly lit room. The sound of heavy metal music and the buzz of tattoo guns swirled together, echoing off the dark brick walls. You slipped your hand into Clay’s as he talked to the receptionist, your eyes attempting to focus on one detail instead of letting the atmosphere overwhelm you.

The thick layer of smoke above your heads made you scoff, realizing it was coming from the opposite corner of the shop, a hookah lamp sitting on a coffee table like an outstretched octopus. The people around it seemed to be discussing something rather intense, their haircuts sharp and defining almost as if they stepped out of some kind of alternative fashion magazine. There were three tattoo artists, each with a white lamp focusing on their work as they carried on to the beat of the music.

Clay’s description of the place flashed into your mind, making you realize just how off the cards the parlor actually was. Clay took a toothpick from the receptionist’s desk, taking it between his white teeth before being waved down by a shorter man with dark hair across the floor. You followed closely behind him as Clay greeted the man; you quickly realizing that this was the famous George.

As Clay shrugged out of his jacket, George pulled out a binder, standing beside you as he flipped to a page with scattered drawings of different flight poses of birds. Your eyes drifted away from the page as Clay’s arms came into view. His old t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off was doing wonders for his biceps. Before you knew it, the two of you agreed on a mix of a few designs resembling a crow and Clay was laying on his back with his hand tucked behind his head. The spot he was filling was in the dead center of the flesh of his upper arm; a spot that George had grumbled about being awkward to reach, especially on someone as large as Clay.

You watched closely with curious eyes as George began to tattoo the design on Clay’s arm. Clay’s other hand was wrapped around the back of your elbow as you leaned on the chair at Clay’s side. His finger pads drew circles into your skin as you asked George about how he got into tattooing, making small talk here and there.

You liked George, mainly because he was quiet until he conjured up some kind of relentless backhanded comment. His tattoos revolved around a giant tree stretching from his back and down his arms. You wondered how long he had to sit for it and what the healing process was like. As he worked, his teeth played at his snake bite piercings, his dark eyes focused intently on the work in front of him.

Clay switched his toothpick to the other side of his mouth, his hand tightening around your arm with a small groan as George reached a sensitive spot. “Don’t be such a pussy,” he grumbled, continuing his work. He stopped, cleaning off some of the sprayed ink and filling a new cap with grey. “You have any work, pretty girl?” He asked you, voice low and charming.

You shook your head, earning a small tsk from him. “This is the closest she’s been to a tattoo gun,” Clay prided, making George sarcastically raise his eyes.

“A total virgin, huh?” He joked, winking at you. “Dream’s not corrupting you, is he?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek trying not to blush. “I’m trying,” Clay leered, smirking at you with his smug ego hinting at his lips.

George bit back a laugh. “Don’t get horny in my chair,” he muttered, eyes trained on the lines he was scaring into Clay. “Speaking of, I heard you got busted up by Punz, and by the looks of it… seems right,” he commented, gesturing to Clay’s eye that seemed to have started fading finally.

Clay let out a dry laugh. “His ribs are still healing,” you added, making George smirk with a shake of his head.

“You know what all that’s about right?” George asked you, taking his foot off the pedal to grab more paper towels from his desk. You looked up at Clay whose jaw tense as he chewed on the toothpick. After you shook your head, George continued. “Punz’s sister is stupidly in love with Dream,” he plopped back in his seat, swiveling his chair, and drawing a hand through his locks, revealing the bleached undersection. You had the fleeting mental image of him tying his hair back to reveal it.

He pulled on a new glove. “Madly in love, huh?” You pried, twisting your chair closer to Clay’s shoulder. Clay rolled his eyes at the fact as if he had been bugged about it for years. “You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend, Clay,” you teased, and he looked up at you with a tired expression, making you bite back a giggle.

After George finished, you followed Clay through the door, breathing in the fresh air; or as fresh as it could be in the midst of the city’s industrial square. Clay’s fingers knitted together with yours as he led you down an alleyway, flicking aside the toothpick. You chewed on your lip in anticipation before he pinned you against one of the walls. His devious grin sent shivers down your spine as you looked up at him.

You swallowed. “Shouldn’t you take it easy? Let your arm heal a bit?” You asked, voice coming out in a soft whisper as his lips pressed against your neck. “Won’t it hurt a bit with your ribs, too?” Your heart hammered in your chest at the fact that someone could turn the corner and catch the two of you.

He chuckled against your skin, slipping his hands beneath your skirt to grip your ass. “I like the pain,” he mused, tongue grazing against your skin as he pulled your hips against his. He kissed you hungrily as if not being able to press his body against yours for that hour was too much for him. His hand dropped to wrap around the back of your knee, moving his own leg to prop your thigh up against his hip as your hands dug into his hair.

The friction from his jeans made you moan into his mouth as his hand moved beneath your shirt, fingers fitting beneath your bra to palm your breast. He mumbled praises against your lips at how good you made him feel and how beautiful you were.

He turned you, your hands planting against the coarse brick as he ground his hips against you. You bit your lip, trying not to be loud enough to draw attention to the two of you, which seemed to be the last thing on Clay’s mind as you heard him unbuckle his belt behind you. You could practically picture his cocky grin, controlling eyes set as his hand gripped onto your hips, shoving your underwear to the side. “You were so much fun to show off tonight,” he chided darkly, lips brushing against your shoulder. “Such a good girl.”

As he pushed into you, one of his hands moved to knot into your hair. He moaned at the feeling of you clenching around him, tugging on your hair as he pulled your hips back against his. A low grunt tumbled from his lips as he set his rhythm, basking in the fact that you were secretly ready for him to ruin you as soon as you stepped into the parlor.

His fingers moved to wrap around your neck, the thought of his tattooed hand tightening around your pristine skin sent shivers through your body and heat flushing your cheeks, the tension in your body tightening. As he pressed you closer against the wall, you thought about the power he had over you; his height and build would make it easy for him to break you if he wanted, yet even as he pounded into you like he wanted you to forget your own name, the restraint he showed was enough to send you over the edge if you let yourself divulge in the thought.

Clay pulled out of you, only to turn you, your shoulders hitting the wall again with a soft thump as he hoisted you up ever so slightly, thrusting up into you as his hand dig into your thigh, the other resting against the brick beside your head. Your arms looped beneath his jacket, raking down his skin as you held onto him.

He groaned as your thighs tightened around him, making his hips stutter as if he were trying not to let himself finish too early. He dug is face into the crook of your neck, burying his teeth in your neck to stifle his grunts of your name. Your head tilted back against the brick, hand moving to tighten around the wrist that was beside your head for some kind of anchor.

His hand wrapped around your waist, driving himself deeper into you, brushing the part of you that needed him the most. You moaned, carding your fingers into his hair as he pressed his lips to yours roughly, wanting to taste your pleasure as it washed over you from his movements.

You tugged on his hair, making his cock throb inside of you, him finishing inside you with a low groan, his hips snapping against yours to stimulate a reaction from you. The feeling of his sloppy pleasure as his movements lost their rhythm sent your hips grinding against his, his teeth marking your shoulders as a reminder of his work on you.

Your toes curled, finally reaching your orgasm as he murmured dirty expressions of him ruining your pretty clothes against the wall. As he pulled out of you, your knees felt weak, threatening to buckle beneath you. You tried not to give off how much he had trashed you, but the warmth snaking down your thighs and your bliss-ridden mind proved otherwise.

Long story short, the bus ride home was rather interesting.

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[that-thing-that-feeling]

I truly don't know why Jonathan would doubt Steve's skills. He was there when Steve saved their asses and he was there in S2 when he saw Steve leading the kids. It has always been weird writing to me that Nancy and Jonathan would have never reached out to Steve for help or advice or just to talk about the shit that is going down or that Steve wouldn't have reached out to them. Their weird formula of keeping groups separate for the purpose of shipping (in the Stancy/Jancy case) has never made sense to me.

I don't want Stonathan because I don't trust the duffers at all. I don't want to hear Steve apologize to Jonathan again or grovel for his friendship. Steve already had made the first step, in S1 he went to see Jonathan alone. He shouldn't have to keep making it again and again. It was painful listening to him thank Nancy for cheating on him but calling it a "needed bump in the head".

The last time Jonathan saw Steve was for like a second in the mall in Season 3? Before that the last time was prob the end of s2 when all the kids were making plans and explaining about the mind flayer in the Byers living room. Like I think Jonathan’s joke was unnecessary and was the writers doing love triangle stuff, but I also think he doesn’t really know Steve the way the audience does now and it was very mild for the reaction it’s creating. I think also even Steve himself would agree Nancy is the better planner lol.

You could have Steve and Jonathan scenes in which you just find out what these characters are like when they’re in the same room and talk to each other or what they think of how they changed. Maybe they’d just hate each other still and roast each other or maybe they’d get along. It would be interesting to see bc it’s two original characters who haven’t said a word to each other altho they were set up to interact at the end of s1. And it def shouldn’t be Steve apologizing; he already did. Also, Joe and Charlie have always wanted to have scenes together so it would be p interesting to see what they do with them. As you say the show has artificially made sure Steve/Jonathan/Nancy have no interaction with each other unless it’s for love triangle reasons. They’ve literally brought in new characters instead of having original characters speak to one another. Btw Nancy still didn’t cheat. Altho I don’t know why the writers keep having Steve apologize to her; that’s been done a lot at this point.

[yourmcu]

Emotional Support Mode

Pairings: Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Summary:

in which the reader is the loner, antisocial daughter of Tony Stark and the other Avengers including her father never acknowledge her presence (they thought some sort of interaction made you uncomfortable) so she becomes friends with Friday instead - Tony probs finds out and it’s gonna be all cute n fluffie once he realizes -

Word count: 2,243

a/n: hi just wanted to write fluffy tony :)) also I used they/them for friday’s pronouns

Warnings: angst n fluff, friday’s a bit more advanced (not like they aren’t already but) bc they could almost act like a literal human here.

read it on ao3!

You arrive back at the Avengers facility, shoulders slumped and just tired in general since you have a lot of homework and projects to do from school, most of them due by the end of the week. You also have exams later in the week.

“Hey, Fri,” you huff as you make your way to the elevator.

“Welcome home, Y/N. Where do you want to go?”

Yes, you're very close with the A.I that they started calling you by your first name. “To my room - and uh, will you remind me to read two chapters in my history book after I’m done with all my homework? I also have this project, I just need some measurements later, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure thing.”

“Thank you.”

It’s going to be a long night, you sigh heavily just thinking about it. Now you’re probably wondering, ‘you live with the Avengers! Why don’t you ask Tony and Bruce for help? Maybe Steve and Bucky for your History test?’

Yeah, well... you barely talk to any real person you live with. Maybe it’s you, you always thought you're making the team uncomfortable. You don’t even talk to your own father often which is kind of depressing on your part.

You love them, they’re like your extended family, but it just isn’t working out. Maybe they just don’t like you. Up to this day you still wonder why Tony took you in when you were just a baby (you were a mistake from one of his one night stands) - he had the choice not to.

“I’m assuming you zoned out again. You have arrived to your room five minutes ago.” Friday announces.

“Y-yeah sorry,” you shuffle out of the elevator and swiftly head to your bedroom, closing the door behind you.

“I also asked if I should inform Mr. Stark that you have arrived home.”

“No, no thanks. He’s busy and... probably wouldn’t care anyway,” You mutter the last part as you pile the books you need on your desk. “Can you put my study playlist on, please?”

----

“What time is it, Friday?”

“7PM. I was about to remind you to take a break.”

You get up from your chair and stretch, halfway through the last of your homework which is a two page essay. “You’re too kind, thanks pal,” when you walk out your room to head to the kitchen and grab a snack, the lounge is empty, kitchen empty,

“The team’s on a mission? I thought they had the whole week off,” you say before gulping down a water bottle.

“I checked the security footage: they left about an hour ago. Captain Rogers was talking about getting dinner.”

You put the bottle down. “Oh,” you try to mask your disappointment. This isn’t your first time being alone, they always left you here when they had a mission of course but... well, it’s not like they want you around them. “I’ll - I’ll just make myself something later, then. Not a big deal. I have to study anyway.”

Another hour later, the Avengers are back. They're all conversing happily as they pile in the lounge. Peter's rambling about upgrades for the Spiderman suit while Tony's typing away in his phone, nodding at everything he says. Everyone else is arguing about the TV channels and talking about the new restaurant they ate at.

Rhodey shifts, looking around. “Why do I feel like we forgot something?”

Natasha looks at him, waiting for him to go on.

“I assure you, I brought Mjolnir with me this time.” Thor butts in.

“No not that, what time does Y/N get home from school?” No one answers. It’s not like any of them know. It's natural that Rhodey would be worried about his goddaughter (even if they rarely talk). He turns his head to his best friend who’s now walking away with Peter, an arm around his shoulder. “Tony, where’s Y/N?”

He doesn’t hear since he has his full attention on his protégé.

“I’ll start making this tomorrow, I guess. I still have to buy materials.” You mumble to yourself, but you hope Friday's listening to everything you say just to make you feel less lonely. You swipe the hologram of the blueprint away and place the thick books in front of you.

“I would like to recommend a suitable study plan.” they state.

You rub your eyes, sighing, “I’m already halfway, I would’ve considered it earlier though.”

“This is only a recommendation, feel free to ignore it.”

You push yourself away from the desk and mutter a “go on,”, fiddling with your pen.

“Asking Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes would give you more details for your History examination, since the pair were originally from that time period. The same goes for Mr. Banner for your Science examination, I believe he has seven Ph.D’s, you may also approach Vision for the same topic. Mr. Stark has all the necessary materials for your project in his lab. Would you like me to-”

If only it were that easy. It should be easy, the thought alone makes you really nervous. “No, I - I appreciate the recommendation, Friday, but - I think I can do this on my own.”

“But you’re tired and it is almost midnight. I would help you myself but you specifically told me not to.”

They’re not wrong. Your eyes are starting to droop and you barely understand anything you're reading. You're also fighting back tears - why is talking to your family so hard?

“I can sense sadness. Would you like me to activate emotional support mode?”

“Yeah, okay. That sounds great right about now.”

----

“Crap. Guess we lost track of time again, kid,” Tony wipes his hands with a rag while he looks at the time on his computer. “You better get home. I’ll send May a text for keeping you this late.”

“Okay, thank you Mr. Stark. I’m just gonna use my suit-”

“No. Happy will drive you.”

Peter knew better than to argue and insist so he just nods and smiles sheepishly. A minute later Happy came ‘round to take him home.

Tony turns back around. “Friday, make a new project for me please, I’m adding minor upgrades to the Spiderman suit.”

“Not now, boss.”

Oh. He did not expect that. “Excuse me?”

“Y/N is currently opening up. I would like to give her my full, undivided attention. Please come back after fifteen minutes or so.”

Tony doesn’t exactly know how to feel about that. He never sees her outside her room anymore that he kinda forgot she existed tonight - oh fuck, they didn’t bring her to dinner with them.

“Well,” he exhales. “What is she saying?”

“That would be an invasion of privacy.”

“I’m her father-”

“Are you, sir?” Friday’s clever remark makes him stop abruptly.

It’s pretty clear that he’s been a shit father. Not only does he ignore you all the time but he treats Peter way better than his own flesh and blood. The Avengers on the other hand, they were nice people, but just didn’t understand so they try their best to get out of your way.

You were afraid of rejection, afraid to interact, because you had no idea what everyone thought of you. Did they like you? Did you make them uncomfortable? Did they want you around? What about Tony, did he really want a daughter in his life? Because you noticed he’d be better off with a son, yeah, like Peter goddamn Parker.

Tony sighs, walking out of his lab and heads to the mini bar to grab a drink. He needs to think: there's absolutely nothing wrong about you, he just didn’t do his job right, you thought he didn’t care, you thought nobody did. Even Friday is turning against him, doing a better job of comforting and being there for you.

“God, I’m such an asshole,” he mutters to himself, rubbing his forehead. He drinks his last shot and heads to the kitchen. “She still awake?” He calls out.

“She is.” Friday has a bitter tone.

He's hesitant to ask again, feeling really bad for not knowing this simple question - “what’s her favorite beverage?”

----

“How do you feel?”

You sniffle. “Well y’know, better than before. I should probably go to sleep. Thanks, Fri.”

“You’re welcome. Also, Mr. Stark is outside your door.”

“W-what?” You put away your books and straighten up, rubbing your damp eyes. “You’re serious? Okay, uh, let him in?” It's more of a question.

“Alright.”

You turn to face your desk as Tony enters the room, holding two steaming mugs. He sits at the end of your bed, just right next to the chair you're sitting on. “Hi,” he gives you a small smile and hands you a mug.

What’s the occasion?

“What’s this?” You ask quietly before taking the mug from his hands. Tony's being gentle and soft, it's odd but you’re not complaining.

“Green tea with honey. I... I thought I saw you make that stuff once.” He says, not mentioning the fact that Friday told him that.

“Oh, well, yeah,” you take a small sip. He added a bit too much honey but other than that it was good. “I thought you preferred coffee, though,”

Tony shrugs, his eyes glistening when he looks at you. “Wouldn’t hurt to try something new.”

“Did - did you want something, Dad?” You always found yourself awkward, couldn’t even make conversation with someone for long, always wanted to get straight to the point so it could be over with.

He looks like he wants to say something but he just averts his gaze to you, his hands, the floor, then suddenly he leans in and hugs you. Your feel your heart swell and body warm up, it’s a new sensation for you after all, you rarely get hugs from people. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “For everything. I’m such a bad dad, I don’t deserve you. I even forgot you when we went out to dinner.”

“You don’t have to be sorry for anything. I had loads of stuff to do earlier anyway, so, but yeah I was just - I just overreact, I’m sensitive. I don’t blame you and the others for not liking me, I know there’s nothing like-able about me, I’m not like Peter-” You ramble, tears now leaving your eyes again.

“Sweetheart, don’t say that,” Tony says as he pulls you closer to him, head resting against his chest while he rubs your back comfortably. “Y/N Stark, you are smart, brilliant - I was just an ass for not acknowledging that.”

“I know you’re just saying that to-”

“Oh, but I’m not,” he now places his hands on your shoulders, getting you to look at him. “Tell me who built their first engine when they were eight?”

You blush, “Dad-”

“No, come on, I wanna hear it.”

“I did.”

“Yes you did. And who made a completely functioning robot at their middle school science fair that blew all the teacher’s minds?”

You’re trying to hide a smile, recalling the memory,  “I did.”

“And who,” Tony gets up and walks to the bulky looking thing that you covered with a sheet, pulling it off, “is currently building a computer from scratch?”

“Dad! That’s still a work in progress,” he messily places the sheet back and chuckles.

“My point is, you’re a clever and talented girl, Y/N. Don’t bring yourself down. And you don’t have to be shy around your family, those idiots have been dying to get to know you but since you don’t talk much... they don’t want to force it. We love you,” he says. “I hope you forgive me ‘cause I really wanna make it up to you. I’m not calling Peter in for a few weeks.” Tony sits down beside you again.

You couldn’t believe he’d do that for you. “You don’t have to, if you need him for something then-”

“-then you could help me instead, if you’re up for it.”

“I’m really sorry for being such a lonely freak,” you yawn, getting back into Tony’s open arms. “I love you.”

Tony tucks you in and lies down beside you, “I love you tons, kiddo.”

You snuggle into his chest, feeling his steady breathing while he rests his chin above your head.

----

It's morning. The Avengers are gathered at your open bedroom door.

“Are you getting all of this, Friday?”

“Yes, Ms. Romanoff.”

“Steve turn that shuttering sound down!” Natasha hisses at the super soldier who's doing his task, taking pictures.

Steve almost drops the phone and has Bruce fix the volume for him.

They’re all watching you and Tony cuddle together, still fast asleep.

“Do we have to stay here until they wake up?”

“Unless you have a great way of waking them up, yes. Now shut up.”

“If you think about it we definitely look creepy right now.” Sam comments.

“It’s their fault for having the door wide open all night!” Clint says.

Tony's actually awake the whole time, listening to them bickering. “You have three seconds to get the hell out of here before I make all of you polish my suits.” With that, the team races down the hall, pushing each other to get away first like literal children.

[waynedunlaptheorgandonor]

watched s11ep1

i will provide you with a quick review before i disappear back into the ether of twd avoidance

lots of spoilers under the cut. also i wrote way too much and i worked all night and haven’t slept so i didn’t bother to reread literally any of it, so it might be completely nonsensical, tho if you don’t expect that from me by this point idk whose blog you’ve been reading

enjoy:

hokay, first off, i’ll start by saying that i enjoyed it more than i expected to. i’ve been avoiding any sort of discussion about stuff, but my google algorithm is so fucked at this point that i still get recommended articles and stuff every now and then, so i was already pretty aware of what i was walking into, and was expecting it to be eh, but actually i prob enjoyed it more than i enjoyed the finale

(don’t get too excited tho, the finale was rly boring lmfao)

anyway

episode starts off with a tense scouting mission

it takes .005 seconds into the episode for caryl to exchange a look of longing, establishing that they are still having weird conflict and are both too fucking stubborn to do anything about it even tho they hate it desperately

i imagine that will continue for a while

rosita, kelly, carol, maggie, what’s her face with the bad hair, and lydia (i think that’s everyone?) lower down to some army bunker or something, where a bunch of walkers are taking a snooze, and the girls are very respectful of walker naptime, and do their best not to wake them up

obviously they eventually wake up, but i’ll get to that in a sec

as they’re tiptoeing through the walker tulips, there’s this split second where carol spots a machine gun, and looks at maggie with a face like, “can i plzzzz, i am mad horny for that machine gun,” but maggie tells her no. (i 110% expected her to defy orders and accidentally wake up all the walkers, but she actually behaved herself for once. well. mostly)

never fear, tho, after the girl gang collects a bunch of MREs they go back to wait for the dudes waiting up top to pull them up, and bc men ruin everything, one of the ropes break, and daryl catches it before it falls, but then a slow motion drop of blood falls on a walker’s face, and just like that, walker naptime is over, and carol uses her bow and arrow for two seconds before she is like “fuck this” and whips out the machine gun

yes, she is super hot using it

yes, daryl watches her do it

anyway, all the other girls get rescued, and carol is about to be pulled up, but bc she is a #girlboss, she first makes a beeline for one more crate full of MREs. daryl covers her while she gets the loot, and when she gets back up top they have another charged moment as carol hands him back his knife

just fuck already, jfc

titles!

cut to alexandria where everything is still not smilestimes

BUT, we do get to see uncle daryl run and hug rj and judith (and dog), and FUCKING HERSHEL JR, LIGHT OF MY LIFE is also there

istg, they could not have casted a better child, i a d o r e him

oh, and some friends of maggie’s show up too, idk

cut to a staff meeting where everyone is like, whomp whomp, we’re all gonna starve to death unless we figure out something quick

cue maggie going, “oh, i know where food is, but it requires me to tell you my tragic backstory, in case anyone didn’t watch my bottle episode”

she tells her dramatic backstory about all her friends getting slaughtered by the reapers for no apparent reason, and then she’s like “anyway, let’s go back there!”

no one thinks it’s a great idea, but a group of people decide to go anyway, including daryl and gabriel. rosita is super pissed that gabriel is going, and carol doesn’t go, probably partly bc it’s a shitty fucking idea, and also bc they have to keep caryl apart bc otherwise they’ll fix their problems ahead of schedule and they won’t be able to drag out the needless angst

daryl looks kind of annoyed that carol doesn’t volunteer to go 

bitch, i thought you wanted her to stop putting herself in the line of fire! make up your damn mind!

moving on

cut to a thunderstorm, where, if you look closely, you’ll notice daryl is wearing the STUPIDEST hat i’ve ever seen. just get an umbrella, jfc

for some reason negan is with them, bc ig he knows his way around washington dc, and no one in six years has bothered to figure out how to get around the city and/or get a map, and he is like “hey guys, maybe we shouldn’t try to walk in this fucking hurricane,” and everyone is like “FUCK YOU NEGAN, YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF US!!!” 

this will be a common occurrence 

but eventually daryl is even like “actually, it’s rly unpleasant out here, and my hat is mad stupid, can we go inside plz?”

so they go inside an old metro station, which is actually a rly cool cinematic choice. i rly like the idea, and they executed it rly well

speaking of executions

there are some fucking RULL CREEPY walkers. idk why they bothered me so badly, but they were what they at first assumed were corpses wrapped up in tarps, but turns out none of them had been properly put down, so they go through killing these rotted bodies that had supposedly been there since The Fall, and it’s very gross and cool

this entire time, btw, negan is like “hey, i know i’m a shitty person, but i have some rational arguments about why we shouldn’t be doing this right now,” and everyone is like, “FUCK YOU NEGAN, YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF US!!!” and he’s just like “god fucking damnit”

(i forgot to mention that at one point, when they’re headed into the metro station, negan is trying to warn ppl of the potential danger, and everyone is ignoring him, and he tries to talk to daryl, and daryl is like “fuck you, you think we’re BUDDIES?” and negan is like “oh, ok, so you’re gonna be like that too? fanfreakingtastic” and it’s very funny)

anyway. a fat monster zombie escapes its tarp at one point, and tries to eat some npc, and negan saves him, again is like “hey, anyone else realize that this is a FUCKING BAD PLAN?”, and everyone is like “we don’t care, you’re still shitty and we’re not listening to you, and you don’t actually care about random npc i would literally not be able to pick out in a lineup bc his face is so generic, you’re not the boss of us!!!”

it’s at this point that negan finally is like, “why am i even here? bc i know how to get around washington dc? do none of you have a map?” and i was like, “right?! that’s what i said!” 

it’s then revealed that maggie only brought negan along to murder him under the guise of “oops, he got hurt in the line of duty, it wasn’t my fault,” and daryl has this look on his face that says, “i seriously need to stop hanging out with lethal women bent on revenge bc it’s gonna give me high blood pressure,” and maggie has a badass moment where she points a gun she has for some reason at negan and is like “i have like, one shred of human compassion left inside of me, and if you keep pushing me i will fucking kill you without a second thought, so shut the hell up”

(in her defense, negan had just dropped glenn’s name to purposely antagonize her, which was rude as hell)

(for the record, i’m completely on maggie’s side here, but negan still is right that trapping themselves in a metro station is a bad call)

anyway, moving away from that briefly

i think this jump cut happens sooner, i don’t actually remember, but whatever who cares, point is, we get to the part of the show that actually matters, and that’s anything involving my love, juanita “princess” sanchez

and also eugene, yumiko, and ezekiel

they are being asked increasingly invasive questions by commonwealth ppl, some of which i wish they actually would of answered (what do they use to wipe their asses with?? surely toilet paper has long since become extinct)

zeke, who is so much more tolerable as a character now that he’s not larping as a king, has this incredibly weird and sort of sexually charged moment with a dude in an orange stormtrooper costume, where he’s like, “i bet you were an asshole cop back before The Fall, you stupid fascist, #fuckthepolice, mb literally? idk, this moment has a lot of pent up aggression that could easily translate to hate sex, it might just be the intense eye contact, but w/e, let’s just move along,” and then he has a coughing fit to remind the audience that he’s currently dying of cancer, and orange stormtrooper is like “lolz, loser, drink some water you dumb piece of shit”

cut to the wholesome foursome sitting at a picnic table in a guarded courtyard eating gruel, and yumkio, who finally has a personality, and princess are like “hey, this place fucking sucks, can we leave?” and zeke is like, “yeah, i met this orange stormtrooper who i think might be dtf and/or murder, so we should probably bounce”

but eugene is like, “but i want some hot stephanie ass, and also some bullshit excuse about how mb commonewealth will save alexandria” which, they left before things went super downhill, right? idr. it was after hilltop fell, but they don’t know alexandria got fucked either, if i recall? w/e, not important

two seconds after he says this, they talk to some people who are like “we’ve been here for four months, or maybe it’s been nine, i don’t actually remember, i’ve stopped processing the passage of time,” and the wholesome foursome takes this as a bad sign, tho that’s just the life i’ve lived as a night worker during a pandemic, so i was like #mood

but then they watch some guy get dragged away screaming to get “reprocessed” and eugene is like “ok, nvm, let’s bounce”

(my theory on what “reprocessing” is, is that they’re stuck in a room and have to watch hours and hours of customer service training videos on vhs from the 90s)

i definitely got my jump cut scenes mixed up bc i think the negan accusing maggie of a murder plot thing happened in between this scene and then the next commonwealth scene, but w/e, i’ll just finish what happens in the commonwealth arch

the wholesome foursome are trying to hatch a plan to escape, except princess, my love, is distracted watching some stormtroopers flirt, and the other three are like “wtf, dude, how can you even tell any of them apart?” and princess then tells them every stormtroopers backstory bc she is brilliant and pays rly close attention to shit, and the other three are like, “this is useful information, thank you for being an insane person”

their plan involves yumiko and eugene dressing up as stormtroopers and leading princess and zeke out of the place, which works fine actually, except on their way out they come across the Depressing Wall of Probably Mostly Dead Missing Loved Ones

they’re about to leave, when princess is like, “wait, yumiko, you’re on here, that’s weird huh?”

sure enough, yumiko  is on the wall, with a note from ig her sister 

the scene ends with yumiko going, “guys...i can’t leave...i have tragic backstory to unveil”

tragic backstory to be continued ig

back in murder metro town, npc and some other npc have stolen all the supplies, there’s a train blocking the track, and a horde of walkers are coming towards them, so things are not going fantastic

they horde is too big to take down, so they start to climb on top of the train car to get away

but dog runs away!

and daryl, being every pet owner ever, is like “gotta go get my dog, guys, try not to get killed while i’m gone, c u soon!” and he ducks under the train and disappears

#priorities

the episode ends with maggie climbing up the train car but getting grabbed by a walker and dangling off the edge, and negan is there and they have a lion king moment where maggie is like, “scar! help me!” and negan is like “long live the king, bitch” and walks away into the shadows, leaving maggie to a potential death

which, while i know isn’t actually going to happen, would be a really fucking funny move on the writers’ part

like, “look, lauren’s back! and now she’s dead, bet you didn’t expect that!”

anyway

my assumption is negan will actually end up helping her up or something, continuing his ambiguous morality bullshit that actually isn’t ambiguous bc he BEAT GLENN TO DEATH WITH A FUCKING BAT WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE IN FRONT OF HIS PREGNANT WIFE

the maggie/negan arch is kind of dumb, but whatevs, i’ll tolerate it, as long as my boy glenn gets justice in the end

anyway, cue credits!

final assessment: good episode. i’m much more interested in commonwealth than the reapers, tho i am hoping that daryl’s personality-less ex turns out to be a monster killing machine with no conscience, that’ll be fun. princess is a gift from god. hershel jr needs his own tv show. needs more carol (and caryl)

the end! going back into my walking dead free chamber! see you next episode!

-diz

[biisexualemma]

pretend. oscar diaz

word count: 1396

warnings: swearing and brief mention of sex and i oop-

requested: hi!! im in love with your writing!!🤍🤍 you're so talented!! you can totally ignore this if it's a terrible idea lol but could you write a situation where the reader and spooky have to pretend to date and one of them develops real feelings. dw if you don't want to do this, im looking forward to reading all of your future works! 💞 💞

hey i adore your spooky imagines😍🥰 could i pls ask for an imagine where they're fake dating? cliche i know but i love me some spooky where he catches feelings without even realising it🥺 thank you so much!!💖💖

hey could you do an imagine with spooky where he and the reader are fake dating for some reason and they fall for each other? ty!! :)

a/n: so many requested this so i put ‘em all into one imagine bc they’re all the same request hehe but thank u! probs will do a part two because i have more to write but this was already long enough and i just like the suspense of it all hahaha oop

pt.2 / pt.3

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"i don't like it," your best friend wore a concerned frown on her face. you shrugged. "and i don't support it."

"you don't have to," you rolled your eyes. "it's not like anyone will get hurt, it's just pretend."

"you say that now," she crossed her arms over her chest. "you used to crush pretty hard on him and i don't want you to get seriously invested, for him to break your heart."

"i won't," you stressed. "it's not like that, i'm doing him a favour," she didn't look too convinced but she couldn't do much to change your mind at this point. "besides, it's just for a few weeks."

she hummed, unconvinced. "come on! you like oscar, i don't know what your problem is?"

"you don't have to convince me of anything, this is your business," she shrugged. you felt a little hurt by her comment. you didn't talk about it again all night. you didn't like not agreeing with her about anything. it was unsettling.

-

you laughed at something your friend had said, sipping the alcohol from the cup in your hand. "i never said that!" you gawked.

he only let out a chuckle. "you were drunk! how you gonna remember what you said and what you didn't?" he teased, laughing with you as you rolled your eyes.

your eyes moved across the party to where oscar was sitting with his friends, in a similar position to you. he was laughing at something someone had said, you felt your eyes lingering for a moment.

your friend hummed, catching your stare. "how's that going?" he raised an eyebrow when he spoke.

"uh, good. i guess," you shrugged, sipping your drink again to disguise how little you had to say about him as your boyfriend. you only really saw him at parties and occasionally he'd have you 'round with his friends. other than that, you didn't see much of each other. it was weird, you felt like you saw more of him when you were just friends. now that you were pretending all the time, it didn't feel like it did before.

"good?" he frowned. "that's it? give me the juice— how is he in bed? i heard he's pretty good," he pursed his lips as he spoke. your face contorted when he brought the topic of sex up.

"where do you here these things?" you scoffed.

"you didn't answer my question," he nudged your arm. you glanced at him again, he caught your gaze this time and you quickly looked back at your friend.

"i don't know," you shrugged. "we haven't done anything yet. he wants to take it slow or something," it felt weird lying through your teeth like this. especially to one of your closest friends. also, you weren't a very good liar at the best of times and something told you that your friend didn't believe you.

"doesn't sound like the spooky i've heard about," he made a face and you shrugged again.

"you need to stop listening to these things about my boyfriend, please," you joked halfheartedly, hoping to diverge the topic of conversation.

you spent the rest of the party mainly with your friends, until later in the night when oscar grabbed your arm and pulled you aside. he took you away from your friends and his. he backed you against a nearby wall, reaching out and picking up your hands with his. he began to fidget with your fingers.

you gulped, it was weird being this close to him still and having him treat you like this. you'd been friends for so long it was weird seeing this side of him.

"you good?" he mumbled. you nodded, letting out a soft smile. "i saw you talking to your friend earlier."

you hummed. "yeah," you shrugged. "he was asking me about you."

oscar wore a smile when you said this, breathing a laugh. "oh yeah?" you nodded, mimicking his smile. you could talk to oscar like this no problem, it was the intimacy you were getting used to. "that's why you couldn't keep your eyes off me, huh?"

"ha-ha," you teased, rolling your eyes. "you're just so attractive, it's hard to look away," you raised an eyebrow, teasing him. he nudged your stomach with his elbow, you hurled over a little and laughed.

"shut up," his hands moved to your neck, his thumbs rubbing against your jaw line. it was kind of comforting having him touch you like this. and even if this was just for show, it proved what you always knew deep down— that oscar was a softie. "i'm gonna kiss you now, ok?"

you stiffened a little, he stepped closer, pushing you further up against the wall. your breath caught in your throat a little but still you nodded. you knew this was part of the deal but still, this was the first time of you'd kissed each other. and it was in a very public place.

before you could voice your uneasiness, he leaned down a little and pressed his lips against yours. you were caught a little off guard, but still you kissed him back. his hands roamed down to your waist where he pressed you against the wall. you gasped a little as he did so, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. your hands moved to the nape of his neck, pulling his body closer to yours.

you had to pull away after a while to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling pretty heavy when you did. "do you think she was looking?" something felt wrong, him asking about his ex-girlfriend after he'd just made out with you. but that's exactly what you were doing it for. so he could get his ex-girlfriend to notice them and realise what a mistake she'd made.

your hands dropped to your sides, tilting your head to the side a little to try and get a glimpse of his ex. which you did, she was staring daggers at you. you couldn't help but laugh a little at the look on her face. your eyes moved back to oscars face, snickering.

"what?" he smiled, mimicking the expression on your face.

"you know the expression, if looks could kill?" he wore a smug smile and nodded. "well, i'd be dead."

you both laughed together, his face nestling into your neck for a second. you continued to laugh, ignoring the feeling in your stomach. you were beginning to think that maybe you should've listened to your best friend.

"that's good though, right?" you spoke up after you'd both calmed down a bit. "that's what we're after. pure jealousy and hatred— oh my god, what if she tried to scrap with me over you? do you think she would do that?" your eyes widened when you thought about it. you weren't much of a fighter. you left that up to oscar.

he chuckled at the expression on your face. "nah, i won't let her touch you," it was nice to know he was still protective of you as his friend.

"good, i'll hold you to that," you mumbled, smiling a little now.

"come on," he grabbed your hand and began to pull you back to the rest of the party. you stopped him before he got too far, his eyebrows furrowed when he looked back at you.

something had been playing on your mind since your conversation with your friend before. "hey, you'd have sex with me right?"

he let out a laugh, raising his eyebrows. that didn't reassure you much, you frowned and punched his shoulder. "what kind of question is that?"

"don't laugh about the thought of having sex with me! that's so mean," you gawked at him. "i just meant, if you weren't my friend and you didn't know me, would you think i'm pretty enough to have sex with?"

he couldn't help chuckling, you'd caught him off guard with the question. it didn't reflect how he really felt about it. "yeah— absolutely. you're hot, y/n. you don't need me to tell you that."

you hummed, shrugging your shoulders. "ok," you carried on walking. "that makes me feel better."

"why?"

"no reason," you glanced at him with a smile. "just wanted to hear you say it," you teased, joking as he shook his head.

"loca," he rolled his eyes.

"shut up."

[wienerbarnes]

Wet Dream

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek) (but also could prob be read as a stand alone oneshot)

Word Count: 4,326 (omg)

Warnings: SMUT 18+ minors dni pls sorry just wait til ur grown

A/N: yall someone call the horny police on me bc this.... made me blush 

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Bucky hovers above you, panting into your neck. His lower back arches as he pumps in and out of you, his forearms on either side of your head holding himself up. Your arms are gripping his back tightly, your nails making crescent marks on his skin. Your ankles lock around his backside, squeezing tighter and tighter at each of his movements.

How did you end up in this position? You don’t think about it for too long when a wet and warm tongue licks a long stripe up your neck, touching your ear, before teeth give a gentle bite to your lobe.

You don’t even realize you’re making noise. Moans and groans and whimpers are escaping your mouth every second, each one punching Bucky straight in his groin. It makes him go faster, harder, his fists clenching in the sheets beside your head. He continues placing kisses and hard sucks to your neck as he lifts one hand from the bed, forcing his fingers into your mouth for a moment to wet them, before moving lower onto your clit.

You gasp and let out a yelp at the shock of pleasure. He’s so close and smells so good and feels so good, touching and kissing and thrusting and everything all at once is so overwhelming. Your eyes squeeze shut and it all becomes too much, especially with Bucky’s praises and moans in your ear as he can tell - and feel - how close you are.

It never comes, though.

You jolt awake and glance around to gauge your surroundings. Light peeks through the shades and Bucky is snoring soundly next to you. The blanket covers his waist and legs that you know are only clad in boxers, his naked back visible and moving slightly with his breathing. He’s laying on his stomach, arms comfortably resting beneath the pillow that lies under his head, completely unaware of the dream you’ve just had.

The two of you haven’t had sex yet.

It’s been so long since you’ve started dating! But, it’s just never happened. You’ve done virtually everything else with each other, but just never got to the sex part.

Does that bother him? While Bucky has had a complicated relationship with sex, as have you, both due to your pasts with HYDRA and being deprived of such things, Bucky has had a bit more time to reacquaint himself with women and the times. You, not so much.

Who were you supposed to have sex with; practice with? The only person who was ever in your life after HYDRA was Bucky.

After a few minutes of thinking, you realize that you’re completely comfortable and safe with Bucky; he respects you, he loves you, and he shows it all, too. Why haven’t you had sex with him?

Why has he never initiated it himself?

Bucky mumbles in his sleep, slowly waking up and bringing himself out of his dreams and you put your thoughts on pause for a moment.

When his eyes finally squint open and you look at him, all you can see is your dream. The thrusting. The moaning. The sweat. The twisted eyebrows in pleasure. You look away before you die of embarrassment and sit up on the side of the bed.

“Morning, sweetheart. How’d you sleep?” He asks, voice deep and rumbly from lack of use throughout the night.

“Uh - Good. I slept well. What about you?” You ask, still not looking at him. You stretch your limbs out and try to push back the dream to the very back of your mind.

“You okay? Why aren’t you looking at me?” Bucky avoids your question. Even after just waking up is he too observant for his own good.

You let out a breath and turn to look at him, “I’m okay. Just had a weird dream is all. Let’s make breakfast.” You reassure him, not completely lying, and leaning over the bed to share a morning-breath-filled kiss.

He accepts your answer and kisses you a second time, a quick peck, before you walk off to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

He doesn’t accept your behavior for long, though, when you avoid him the entire day. He thinks long and hard about anything he could’ve said or done to make you feel upset or uncomfortable. He thinks back to what you said this morning, how you had a weird dream. Was it that? Was it a nightmare? Did he do something in the dream to make you upset? He’s heard Sam talk about that in the past, how past girlfriends would wake up upset at him for something he did in a dream.

So, how can he fix what dream-him did in your dream, which he knows nothing about?

You’ve successfully avoided Bucky for most of the day. Your body is sore because, for some reason, you decided you’d spend your time avoiding him in the gym all day. You’re sure he’ll come to your room for dinner, though.

You thought avoiding him would help you get over your dream, that you would distract yourself until you forgot about it and it wouldn’t be such a big deal.

But the opposite happened.

It’s all you’ve thought about.

All you’ve thought about is Bucky on top of you, the sound of his breathy moans, the veins popping out of his arm and neck, the positions -

And now you have to face him after avoiding him all day.

You try to pretend like nothing’s different. You shower and change from your gym clothes, Bucky arriving at some point while you were in the bathroom. When you finish, you move to the kitchen and begin preparing some food for the two of you while Bucky showers, hoping the act of cooking will calm your brain for a bit. The two of you eat, the two of you clean up, and it’s when you’re drying the dishes Bucky washes that he brings it up.

“Did I do something?” He asks, not looking up from the sink.

A pang of guilt that you’ve made him think this way all because of your own embarrassment, “No, babe, why would you think that?” You ask him, continuing to dry the plates but looking at him, ignoring the heat that floods your chest and neck.

“We’ve just been really distanced from each other today. I wanted to make sure I didn’t -”

“Why haven’t we had sex yet?” You blurt out, interrupting him.

Bucky pauses his hands on the plate in the sink. He slowly lifts a hand up to turn off the water and sets the plate down before looking at you. He sees your worried expression and is confused that this is what this was all about.

“You’ve been avoiding me all day because we haven’t had sex yet?”

“I’ve been avoiding you because I had a sex dream with you and it was really good and I thought avoiding you would make me feel less embarrassed about it but all it did was make me horny and more embarrassed!” You ramble out.

Bucky takes a second to process what you said before letting out a chuckle that he couldn’t hold back. All of this because the two of you haven’t had sex yet! That’s what the dream was about!

“Don’t laugh at me, Bucky, I’m already embarrassed enough as it is!”

“I’m not laughing at you, doll, I’m just - look. I was just trying to be a gentleman and wait it out a bit before we actually had sex; I wanted to make sure you were comfortable.”

“Wait it out for a year, Buck?”

“Okay, yeah, maybe I waited a little too long, but, I know just the thing I can do to fix it.”

You feel the heat consume your body again as you take in his words and their underlying meaning, unable to make a teasing remark to him back. He wipes his wet hands on a rag and turns to face you completely. He walks closer to you, gently backing you up until your back hits the kitchen counter. In a swift motion, his hands grip at your waist and effortlessly lift you up onto the counter as though you’re light as a feather.

You feel butterflies not only in your stomach but all over your body as his hands lower to your hips and tug you close to the edge. You place your hands on his shoulders, suddenly nervous like you’re a virgin again.

You’ve had sex before, but it’s been a while. A long while.

To rid the nerves, you kiss Bucky; while he’s kind of the source of your anxiety at the moment, he’s also always the one that eases it.

If possible, he pulls you even closer, wrapping his arms completely around you, hands on your back as your own wrap around his neck. You open your mouth to allow his tongue to enter yours, licking and sucking and kissing your mouth.

He kisses your lips over and over again, slipping his tongue into your mouth periodically to tease your own tongue, teeth nipping at your lips as he pulls away. He trails kisses to your ear, sucking your lobe into his mouth for a moment and you’re taken back to your dream, a breathy moan escaping you.

He grips you harder and continues his kisses down your neck, sucking love bites into the crook. A hand trails up and gently pulls down the thin strap of your shirt, letting him plant kisses on the top of your shoulder. You close your eyes and try to contain yourself, cradling his head and scratching your fingers through his hair.

“This okay?” He mumbles into your chest, fingers teasing at the neckline of your shirt.

“Mhmm,” You whimper, encouraging him to keep going.

He pulls a little more to free your breast from your top, and tugging again to free the other one, lips attaching and going back forth to leave kisses everywhere. You shudder as his lips wrap around your nipple, sucking and licking at it gently before switching to the other one.

Your mouth feels dry suddenly. A voice in the back of your head tells you to Do something! Don’t just let him do all the work! Make him feel good too!

But how? You find the strength among his love to reach a hand to touch his belly, trailing down to the drawstring on his joggers, untying the bow. You’ve touched Bucky before, made him feel good with both your hands and your mouth, but it feels like you’re doing it for the first time all over again.

He’s hard in his underwear and you palm him through the fabric under his pants. You hear a rumble come from his throat as his lips kiss back up your neck, pecking you on the lips a few more times before pulling back.

Your hand is still in his pants when he takes his shirt off, moving to take yours off too, your hand being removed for only a moment. He stops you from going back in and instead lifts you up from the counter, hands supporting you under your bum, walking you over to the bed.

He playfully throws you down onto the bed and you bounce, a giggle escaping you as he jumps on top of you, lips attaching to your neck again, but this time his hands find your sides, wiggling his fingers around to tickle you.

“Bucky, stop!” You laugh out, any nerves you had from before vanishing as Bucky reminds you just how much of a goof he is. He continues to tickle you under your arms and around your sides in order to keep enjoying the sound of your giggles.

You reach your arm around and throw a smack on his butt, making him finally stop.

“Did you just spank me?”

“Did you like it?”

He laughs and crawls on top of you again, caging you in between his arms and leaning in to kiss you on the mouth. You don’t notice one of the arms next to your head reach down and land a hard slap on your butt cheek, making you break the kiss and gasp. The slap was quick and the sting lingers a bit, but feels good, like stretching a sore muscle just right.

“You spanked me.” You tell him.

“Did you like it?” He whispers back to you, face still close, repeating your previous words.

You smile at him teasingly before kissing him again, his hand now trailing from your knee up to where he spanked you, rubbing and soothing the sting before trailing back down your thigh. He hooks his hand under your knee and brings it higher and pushes it out, spreading your legs open for him.

He moves down your body, spreading kisses around your chest again, before moving down your belly and to the waistband of your leggings. He pulls them, along with your underwear, down your legs, leaving you only in a pair of mismatched socks.

He removes those, too, starting at your baby-blue-painted toes, planting open-mouthed kisses. To your ankle, up your shin, on your knee, to the inside of your tattooed thigh, and then he switches to the other leg and repeats.

You feel like a fountain with all the teasing and touching and kissing. He hooks his arms around either thigh, hands grabbing your hips, and he pulls you forward a bit, bringing you closer to his mouth while also straightening out your back.

You sigh as he kisses around your lips and the fold where your legs meet your pelvis, so close to where you want him, but still so far away.

Suddenly, he flattens his tongue and gives a long lick from your hole to your clit, mixing his saliva with your juices. You let out a long moan at the feeling of some sort of relief, as he focuses his tongue on your clit, moving his tongue rapidly around the nerves.

He licks and licks and licks, causing you to drip, the mixture of his spit and you slowly slipping down the creases of your folds. It doesn’t drip onto the bed sheet, though, because Bucky pulls away only for a second to lap up the juices, dragging a long stripe from around your lips, over your hole, and back up to your clit again.

He repeats this motions, drawing different letters, numbers and shapes around your pussy, making sure to add as much spit as he can to make you as wet as possible. He sucks softly at your clit to tease before going back to fast licks.

You’re not sure if it’s from all the build-up of tonight or the thoughts about your dream, but you already feel yourself growing close, your hole clenching around nothing. Bucky senses this, giving you something to clench around, as he puckers his lips to let some saliva pool at your opening, letting it drool out of his mouth before gathering at your entrance, before slowly pushing a metal finger inside. He then continues his licking from before and pairs it with the gentle pumping of his finger.

The combination becomes too much for you in that moment, and you let go, unable to hold it in. Your thighs shiver and close a bit around his head as your orgasm finally floods through you. You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling on it as he doesn’t let up on his movements at all, carrying you through your pleasure and fueled by your moans.

“Mmm, Bucky,” You moan out, wanting to call his attention to you, but he takes you moaning his name as a moan of pleasure, and adds a second finger to your heat, gently sucking on your clit.

You gasp harshly, too sensitive for his mouth, and grip his hair and tug hard. He groans deeply into you before following your lead and meeting you face to face. Now that you see him closer, his face is drenched in you. He licks his lips while looking into your eyes, his pupils dilated beyond belief. After a pause from being yanked up, he continues the pumping of his fingers inside you, thrusting them just a little deeper each time, curving them in an upwards motion.

“Wanna feel you,” You mumble out, reaching down into his pants and taking him in your hand, already at the point of being unable to form complete sentences.

His eyes close a bit as you continue to pump him, using the pre-cum that’s leaked out to spread along his length. He pulls his slick fingers out and moves them to rub over your clit. You speed up, running your thumb over the head periodically, and Bucky bites down on his lip, seemingly trying not to blow his load so early.

He grabs your hand, stopping your movements and his own, and sits back to pull off his own joggers and boxers, not missing the wet spot on the latter. He returns to his kneeling position and leans back to grab a hold of your legs. He takes a moment for himself to just stare and take you in. Laid out naked before him, panting, sweating, your juices leaking out of your hole after he’s just made you cum, eyes staring at him like he’s just given you the world. He looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen - and you are.

Trusting him with this and letting him see you and touch you while you’re so vulnerable is a gift.

He smiles down at you and reaches for his bag he brought in earlier with all of his stuff, looking for a condom he knows - or hopes - he has in there.

He thanks every God he can think of when he finds it quickly and tears it open before rolling it on himself.

“Are you okay? Are you ready?” He asks you sweetly, despite the filth going through his mind staring at your naked body.

You nod, smiling up at him, “I’m okay, I’m ready.” You tell him.

“Goody.” He tells you, with a smile on his face. He won’t lie, he’s excited like he’s a virgin in the 30’s all over again, getting lucky enough to get his rocks off with the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.

He lines himself up and rubs himself up and down through your juices, nudging your clit each time he moves up, making you squirm.

He holds his dick at the base and slowly pushes, watching you stretch around him. His jaw drops as you engulf him, your humming filling the room. Your eyebrows twist together at the  slight sting of the stretch, but it quickly eases and is replaced with pleasure.

Once he’s completely inside you, he leans forward, kissing you softly and resting on his forearms. As filthy as his thoughts were a minute ago, this isn't just some fuck. You’re his girlfriend of over a year now and you’re trusting him with the job of pleasuring you, of loving you. Finally experiencing this feeling with you, all he wants is to be as close as possible to you, to kiss you, to hold you. So he does.

Keeping you caged in, he keeps his lips close to yours as he begins thrusting in and out of you. You two are breathing the same breath from how close you are and you can’t look away from each other's eyes. He gradually picks up the speed, pulling out a little more each time before pumping back in.

You feel so good. Warm and wet and tight, and just the fact that it’s you makes everything feel even better.

The harder and faster he goes, the tighter you hold onto him, both with your hands and feet. He feels the sting in his back from where your nails dig in and he can feel your ankles locked against his lower back and bum.

His own moans escape his mouth. He’s not usually loud in bed, but all of this feels so good, so much like nothing he’s ever felt before during sex.

All you feel is Bucky. Everywhere; against your lips, inside you, beneath your ankles, against his chest. You never knew sex was so good. It was fun, the times you’d had it as a teenager and occasionally in the Marines, but it never felt anything like this. Is it because Bucky’s just really experienced? Is it just because it’s Bucky?

He brings his knees a little higher on the bed, forcing your bum to angle a bit higher from how your legs are locked around him. He pounds into you a little harder than before, now, hitting completely different spots, and a loud moan escapes you before you can hold it in.

You really don’t want that reputation in the tower, but you really can’t hold it in. Moan after moan escapes you, growing in volume as much as you try to contain it.

As much love is going into this, Bucky is fucking you, hard. You’re so consumed by how good it all feels that you don’t even hear yourself begging in between moans and whimpers.

“Please, please, please…” You gasp, lips brushing against his from how close he is.

“Please, what, baby?” Bucky breathes back.

“Touch me.” You manage out.

He changes position a bit, this time scooping your legs into where his elbow folds, hitting you impossibly deep. Your hands immediately move from his shoulders to his forearms, a yelp coming from your mouth in shock at the new angle.

The slapping sounds of skin on skin fill the room as he pulls almost completely out before pushing back in. Yelps escape you as you try your hardest not to scream, eyes screwing shut.

“Ahhhhh, Bucky,” You moan loudly, the pressure building in your abdomen.

“You close, baby?”

“Mmm, yes, please, please make me cum,” You beg once more. You’ll never let yourself live down the begging thing.

Bucky’s eyebrows scrunch together and he lets out a soft moan. Seems that the begging thing does something for him, too. He releases one of your legs in order to move to rub your clit. He licks at his fingers, a string of saliva following, and moves to touch you softly. He moves fast, but doesn’t rub too hard.

Your mouth drops open in a silent scream as you finally cum, feeling both the relief from the built up tension and the dream from last night. Bucky doesn’t stop as you’re cumming, wanting your pleasure to last as long as possible. You groan loudly as he just keeps going, the overstimulation making your legs shake, gripping onto his wrist, but not exactly pushing it away from your clit.

“I’m so close, baby.” He chokes before not being to hold back anymore and stuttering, cumming into the condom inside you. He lets out a long moan and shivers himself, finally removing his hand from your body to hold himself up on both arms, veins bulging out in the right one.

Once he catches his breath, he slowly pulls out of you, the empty feeling making you both whimper. He doesn’t move to take off the condom, though, and instead moves lower on the bed, hooking your thighs on top of his shoulders again.

“Bucky -” You try to stop him, surprised that he was planning on going down on you again after already doing so and making you cum.

“I know you had another one in you, doll, just make me happy and let me get another taste.” He teases, voice a lot deeper after his own orgasm.

You don’t have time to protest before he dives in again, licking and sucking at your pussy, not wasting any time in trying to get to you cum again.

“Oh, fuck,” You whimper, legs still shaking from the last orgasm, knowing it won’t take long for you to cum a third time. He grips your thighs tightly in his large hands, holding you close to his face. Wet sounds fill the room now as his mouth devours you, lapping and sucking at everything you give him, even moaning at your taste.

You can’t help but cum at the feeling, if not the feeling of Bucky moaning and whimpering while eating you because he wants to taste and feel you cum in his mouth, then the feeling of knowing Bucky’s main goal tonight is just to completely and utterly pleasure you in every sense of the word.

You hear a slurping sound as you gush a bit and Bucky takes it all in, continuing to lick until you have to push his head away, really not being able to take it anymore.

“Holy fuck,” You sigh out, exhausted, not even noticing the goofy smile on your boyfriend’s face, smiling at the fact that you physically had to push him away from eating you out too good.

Bucky finally removes himself completely from your body, standing to remove and throw out the condom and also bring a wet towel to clean you up a bit.

“Did that satisfy you, angel?” He teases, wiping in between your legs and cleaning the sweat from your legs and chest.

“I don’t know, I might have to sleep on it.” You pant, still trying to catch your breath, looking up at him to see his face still drenched in your juices.

“I’m more than happy to help you figure it out in the morning, then.”

He wipes himself off and  finally tosses the towel into your laundry bin and gets in bed with you, the two of you still above the covers because it’s still just a bit too hot to get cozy.

“I love you.” Bucky tells you, turning his head to the side to look at you.

“I love you, too.” You respond, wrapping your arms around his left one and bringing your body close to his, despite the heat in the room.

He kisses your forehead sweetly before kissing you on the lips, brushing his nose against yours afterwards.

Thank God you had that dream.

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ok but...inumaki’s neck/throat is prob super sensitive bc of his abilities and he’s always wearing a high collar so you leave lots of dark red marks on his pretty pale skin...whenever he has to unzip his collar to use his voice it makes you sO SMUG to see all the marks you’ve left behind🥵🥴🤤

this was so good BUT THEN THE PART WHEN HE UNZIPS HIS COLLAR- that absolutely killed me what the fuck. i’m in love

i don’t have much to add because this is already so good 😭 so instead we’re going to talk about my self-indulgent thoughts regarding this 😁

i would be so tempted to just... trace my fingers over the marks like he’d probably shiver or maybe try to swat your hand away but i think it’d be fun to just tease him and remind him about them when you’re just laying together in bed or just lazing around. maybe after you’re done studying and there’s papers scattered all around you on the bed and two of you aren’t really laying next to each other per say, just kind of flopped on the bed, but his head is close enough to yours so you reach a hand up to trace a finger along his jaw and then dip down to ghost along his neck and it tickles so he bristles but also he kinda likes the feeling so he lets you do it for a bit before he actually does something about it

okay but seeing him unzip his collar? yes i cannot stop thinking about the image um yeah he’s 100% getting kissed after that omg i would not be able to control myself 😁😣 after the mission you’re like “here’s a kiss for a successful mission, you were great out there, babe :)” which is true but also you just think he’s very hot so it’s more so a very self-indulgent kiss and he can tell by the way you try to kiss him breathless and the hand you’re running through his hair so he pulls back and gives you the signal to wait until later. obviously you’re all pouty but also you know it’s an opportunity to add more to your collection of marks on his neck so you don’t mind too much

i barely touched on the sensitive neck part but yeah kissing his neck and stuff would be cute to see his reaction even just sitting on his lap and “innocently” doing it and now that we’re talking about his neck... he would look cute with necklaces :)