#and. like. i know its just in my head or whatever but Me saying it isnt Working right now

[amoressb]

───── COZY NIGHTS 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ you falling asleep watching riki play his little games ｡｡ bf!riki x reader .

FLUFF & wc. 900 + ; skinship, petnames ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

the soft glow of the saturday afternoon sunlight spilled into the cozy apartment, dust motes dancing lazily in the air. riki sat cross-legged on the floor, controller in hand, preparing to dive into his favorite game. behind him on the couch, you lounged with a fluffy blanket draped over your legs, a glass of hot chocolate nestled in your hands.

“you’re not even gonna try co-op?” he asked, glancing back at you with a grin. “c’mon, we’d make a killer team.”

you smiled, shaking your head. “baby, you know i’d just end up getting us both killed. you’ve seen me try to dodge enemies, i run straight into them.”

he chuckled, “fair, but that’s what i’m here for, right? i’d carry my princess to victory.”

“you’re already enough of a show off without me dragging you down,” you teased, taking a sip of your hot chocolate. “i’ll just watch and cheer you on. you’ve got this, player one.”

he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “player one? you’re just gonna demote yourself to spectator like that?”

“absolutely,” you replied with mock seriousness, tucking the blanket higher around your shoulders. “now go win or whatever it is you do in this game.”

he chuckled and turned back to the screen, the sound of the game’s opening music filling the room. you settled into the couch, your hot chocolate warming your hands, and for the first few minutes, you watched intently, occasionally asking questions or making little comments about the game’s graphics.

“you’re so focused,” you remarked, watching as his character dodged and attacked in perfect rhythm. “gotta be,” he replied without looking away from the screen. “this boss doesn’t mess around.”

“you’re really good at this,” you said softly, your voice quieter now as the blanket and warmth of the room began to lull you into relaxation.

“thanks,” he replied, glancing back briefly to flash you a smile. “told you i’d carry you if you joined.” you laughed lightly, but it ended with a yawn you tried to stifle. “might have to take a rain check on that, this blanket’s too cozy…”

“oh no,” riki teased. “don’t tell me i’m losing my beautiful audience already.” you smiled sleepily, resting your mug on the side table and shifting to get more comfortable. “i’m still watching…just resting my eyes.”

“uh huh,” he said with a smirk, turning back to the game. “sure you are princess.”

moments later, he felt your presence closer than before. glancing back, he realized you had slid forward on the couch, your upper body leaning toward him. before he could say anything, your hand found its way into his hair, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the soft strands as you settled into a new position.

“what are you doing?” he asked, though his tone was far from annoyed. “hmm?” you murmured, your voice thick with drowsiness. “your hair’s soft…don’t stop playing…” you smiled, your eyes still closed. “plus i’m really comfy…and your voice is so soothing when you talk about the game.” he chuckled quietly, his heart swelling at the gesture. “you’re really something, you know that?”

but your response was a faint hum and as he played on, your movements grew slower until your hand stilled entirely, resting gently in his hair. he shifted slightly to glance back at you and saw your head leaning against the armrest, your eyes fully closed, your breathing slow and even.

“you actually fell asleep,” he whispered, a soft laugh escaping him. carefully, he moved his head just enough to press a quick, feather light kiss to your hand before turning back to his game.

riki could feel the warmth of your hand on his scalp. his heart fluttered in his chest, his focus entirely shifting from the game to you.

he didn’t want to disturb you anymore, so he remained perfectly still, his hand instinctively reaching up to rest gently on yours, fingers curling around yours ever so carefully. “you’re so sweet,” he whispered, a soft smile tugging at his lips. he let your hand stay there, not wanting to move it, as if the closeness of the moment was too perfect to break.

as the game progressed, he paused every so often to check on you, noticing how your grip on his hair seemed to grow just a little firmer with each minute that passed, like you were holding on to him even in your sleep. a soft sigh escaped your lips and you snuggled deeper into the cushions, your hand still resting on him, providing a grounding warmth that made him feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

when you finally drifted completely into sleep, a peaceful smile on your face, riki couldn’t help but feel his heart swell with affection. he carefully paused his game, leaned back against the couch, and shifted slightly making sure you were comfortable. your hand stayed nestled in his hair, your breathing even and soft, the quiet sounds of the apartment around you two blending into a perfect harmony.

riki closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of your hand on him, the soft touch of your fingers in his hair. he allowed himself to savor the calm, content in the quiet intimacy of the moment. he didn’t need words to express how much he cared for you, this simple, shared silence said it all.

he glanced down at you once more, a soft laugh escaping him. “even in your dreams, you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen. you better be dreaming of me,” he let out a soft chuckle. “sleep well, my love i’ll be right here when you wake up.” he kissed your forehead and laid his head next to you. indeed you did dream of him.

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: hayden christensen x pregnant!reader

FLUFF ❦

You’re glaring at your own feet like they betrayed you in the worst way imaginable. You felt humiliated, embarrassed and fat. And you swear to anything that's holy, it does not help you with your hormones that give you a true rollercoaster. While you're in your own thoughts, HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN crouched in front of you, big hands working carefully as he looped your shoelaces together. For the first time since your pregnancy you'd actually let him do that. You'd tried to go with sandals, something light, something easy to wear with no tying, zipping and all that shit you had in your closet. But when the pregnancy started to get more and more serious, when your belly was pulling you back from doing basic things, you had to let him help. Otherwise, how were you supposed to go outside, barefooted?

Your lower lip jutted out as you blinked down at him, sniffling softly, quietly. Hayden, of course, noticed immediately, like he always does, pausing after finishing the knot. He looked up at you, blue eyes warm with concern.

“…Sweetheart?”

Your lip instantly wobbled. “I can’t even tie my own shoes anymore.”

His brows lift slightly, lips twitching like he was trying so hard not to smile. “Well, yeah, baby. Kinda hard with that belly in the way.”

You sniffled harder. The audacity “My belly isn't 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 big.”

He exhaled through his nose; amused yet still incredibly soft with a patience of a saint “You’re literally growing a whole human in there, sweetheart.”

You crossed your arms, eyes still locked onto his as he kneeled before you. “But I wanted to do it myself, no help required”

Now Hayden definitely couldn't bite down his smile

He sat back on his heels, resting his palms against your knees, rubbing slow circles with his thumbs. “You want me to untie ‘em so you can do it yourself?”

You gasped. “Dont you dare”

He laughed, the sound deep and warm, adam apple visibly moving back and forth against his throat. The melody of it was so full of love you nearly melted into a puddle right then and there.

“Then what’s the problem, baby?” he asked gently, thumbs still stroking your skin.

Your lips twisted into a more advanced pout “Dont wanna talk about it”

Hayden tilted his head, fighting another grin. “You sure?”

You nodded firmly.

“…You sure sure?”

You shot him a weak glare before it completely fell apart, upon to you just sniffling again, reaching for him, arms looping around his neck as you practically collapse into his warm, solid chest.

Hayden had caught you like it was nothing. Like you don’t weigh anything at all. His hands smoothed over your back, voice dropping into that hushed, soothing tone he always uses when you get all teary-eyed over nothing.

“Aw, baby,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Hormones hittin’ you hard today, huh?” to which you just nodded into his neck, sniffling once more. None had really prepared you for such effects of pregnancy; constant mood swings, cravings, visits to the bathroom each five to ten minutes, having trouble sleeping...

He smiled. “You know I don’t mind tying your shoes, right?”

You squeezed him tighter, wanting to be as close as it's possible to him. “its the principle of it.”

Hayden laughed again, pressing another kiss to your hair. “Alright, sweetheart. Whatever you say.”

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[moon-ttokki-x]

stylist!reader x seungmin or jeongin??? any scenario!!

hi hi~ i needed more seungmin and jeongin requests . . . been wanting to write for them so bad but i couldn't think of anything lol . anyway, here you goo~~~

₊✩‧₊˚ stylist!reader x kim seungmin ˚₊✩‧₊

pairing: stylist!reader x kim seungmin

summary: being seungmin's stylist has its perks (mostly)

genre: idol!au, stylist!au, cheeky boy, soft and fluffy, mentions of jyp (yes that needs a warning), please bring back doberman seungmin he was my fav :(

a/n: sorry idk who made this divider . . . if it was you lmk so i can tag and credit u <3

skz masterlist

you have to drag him everywhere

like by his literal collar

or whatever it is that he's wearing

bc this man does not want to walk

like

anywhere

drag him to the mirror, drag him behind a curtain to fix his outfit

it never ends

and he moves around a lot too while you're doing his makeup

more than once you've gotten chan to hold his jaw shut so you can powder it or fix up his contour

and he always stares at you while you do it

with his little meanie face

you know the one he makes where he's trying to be scary but it doesn't work on anyone so he's just like >:|

yeah that one

complains a lot about his appearance to piss you off

'i don't like the eye makeup' 'i hate this shirt'

it never ends but you're used to it so he kind of gives up after a while

when you got assigned to him, he would stare into your eyes while you were doing his makeup to try and make you fumble

bc let's be honest no one could focus if kim seungmin was staring into their soul

but you got used to that too and now you just ignore it

you always get him to tell you how he's feeling on a certain day so you can sort of match his outfit and makeup to his vibe

if he's in a good mood, lots of scarlet reds and brighter colours

if he's just neutral, then dewy pinks and purples

and if he's having a bad day, lots of metallic silver and black

of course his appearance still has to match the other members' vibes

but you always try to make it a little more special

seungmin would never admit it but he appreciates that so much

most of your job is just looking for him to be honest

like man literally disappears and gets distracted by the tiniest things

there's a bird outside? gone

hyunjin has his back turned and is therefore vulnerable to attack? gone

there's no reason for him to go anywhere?

gone

you've debated putting a tracker in his outfit like a literal dog but you decided against it because it's like playing hide and seek

which is kinda fun

usually he's busy doing something random or looking out the window

or pissing his members off

if worst comes to worst and you can't find him, you just threaten to call chan and he materialises out of thin air

which is kinda funny

and when he won't stay still to let you fix his outfit, you threaten to dress him like jyp

that always works lmao

he just goes absolutely rigid and his eyes go all wide

'please don't'

and you'll just fix his collar or his boots or whatever and off he goes again

multiple times you've told him to put accessories on before he goes on stage

but he always forgets

you've had to drag him backstage countless times before the group went on to perform bc he's forgotten to do what you said

you'll have super steady and nimble hands after a while bc trying to clip a chain necklace on a hyped-up puppy boy is one of the hardest things

like ever

he's just raring to go lol

always runs up to you after performing all sweaty and excited

'did you see me? when i did that move'

or something along those lines

he truly is so soft and sweet but he'll never admit it

and you'll nod and he's have the biggest shiniest prettiest boy smile on his face

stop i'm sad

most of the time he sweats all of his makeup off

and then sheepishly bows to you and apologises for ruining all your hard work

but you shake your head and tell him with a smile that it's fine

and it is, really

he looks hotter when he's all sweaty

huh? what

i didn't say anything

yes i did

after he's warmed up to you

and it takes a while, i'm gonna be completely honest

he refuses to let anyone else do his hair, makeup, or outfit

he just wants you

because you always make sure he can dance properly in his outfit, and that his hair isn't in his eyes, or that he likes his makeup

you would never make him wear anything that makes him uncomfortable either

you're always asking for his input on certain outfit ideas and he tells you honestly what he thinks

and you just take his feedback and make outfits for him that he'll be comfortable in

which makes him swoon for you

again, he would never say anything to you about how he's starting to feel

maybe one day, he thinks he might be able to

until then, he'll settle for looking at your pretty face while you do your thing <3

a/n: yomg i wanna be a skz stylist so baddd (seungmin if ur reading this one chance pls)

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[suzukiblu]

Day eighteen of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Oh, well, I guess partially? Though I think technically just Impulse and your boy here did, but yeah,” Bernard replies with a shrug. Kon . . . maybe also tilts his head. Okay. Yeah. He remembers Nina Dowd. Like, goddamn, does he ever. Fondly, one might even say. 

Specifically, like, he fondly remembers Mighty Endowed and her . . . “tracts of land”, was that how Tim had put it, as the ridiculous nerd he’d been and still is to this day? 

Dork. 

“God I’m still sad we didn’t actually get to fight her,” Kon mutters, shaking his head a little wistfully. “Worst missed opportunity that sixteen year-old me ever suffered, and I was sixteen for a minute.” 

“I–you–Bernard!” Tim sputters. “How did you never mention that before?!” 

“I dunno, babe, maybe ‘cause I’ve been pretending very, very hard to not know you were Robin?” Bernard reminds him with an amused grin, leaning in to lightly flick Tim’s nose. “And I felt like ‘oh hey did you know your buddies sent my one cousin to jail back when we were in high school?’ would maybe not be helpful with that?” 

“Technically Rob was also there,” Kon says. “And we didn’t really do much anyway, mostly we were busy dealing with the Super-Cycle and its shitty ex-boss. Actually, did literally anyone ever figure out why good ol’ Nina got the whole hottie-with-a-body New-God-meets-anime-catgirl treatment and none of us did? Like, did we ever get the Cycle to explain that one to us?” 

“I mean, are you sure you didn’t?” Bernard asks, looking him over meaningfully. Kon is not above preening for that. Very much so is he not above preening for that. 

“. . . were you actually concerned about that at the time, Kon?” Tim asks. “Did that occur to you at the time and you just decided . . . what, not to worry about it?” 

“Worst case scenario I coulda gone back to the Wild Lands, the beast-men probably woulda let me crash with ‘em,” Kon replies with a shrug, then takes another swallow of hot chocolate. God, it really is unfairly good. “Endowed got tiger stripes, right? I could rock me some tiger stripes.” 

“I mean I dunno, would your buddy the prince be into tiger stripes?” Bernard asks in amusement. 

“Technically he’s king now, actually,” Kon says. “Also he is a tiger, so I don’t see why not? Like, you’d think he'da been cool with that, right?” 

Tim says nothing. Somehow his total silence comes out very feeling all the same, though. Kon spares him another nice sharp grin and licks some of the melted whipped cream and caramel off the rim of his mug. Tim puts a hand over his own face and very feelingly continues to say nothing. 

“Probably wouldn’t need the collar anymore, right?” Kon muses “innocently” into his delicious chocolatey caramel-y goodness. “But maybe he'd lemme wear it for old times’ sake.” 

“I changed my mind, you should’ve just asked Nightwing and Starfire what they get up to,” Tim says dubiously, giving him a deadpan look as he does, and Kon actually fucking giggles over that one, which is maybe slightly embarrassing but oh well, he’s done weirder. Like, literally fifteen minutes ago he was doing way weirder, in fact. 

He kinda wishes Bernard’d get in the bed again, though. Dude’s kinda just been standing there, it makes him feel sorta rude or whatever. Admittedly Bernard getting back in this bed comfortably would necessitate some sacrifice of personal space and possibly someone ending up in someone else’s lap or at least real intimately pressed together, but . . . 

Kon, very briefly, tries to imagine what it might feel like if Tim and Bernard pinned him between them the same way they’d fucked him together just to, like . . . cuddle, or sleep, or like . . . whatever. 

. . . . . . . . . Kon needs to not imagine that right now, or his dick is going to have its own personal Mighty Endowed arc. Chances of accompanying maniacal catboy laughter pretty low, but still nonzero. 

God, though, he really would like to–no, nope, that is weird shit, self. Very weird shit. “Time for a new train of thought” levels of weird shit, in fact. Maybe a couple new trains of thought, if need be. 

“Jesus, you’re cute,” Bernard says, giving Kon a grin and reaching over to pinch his cheek, which should maybe feel ridiculous or demeaning but actually kinda just makes him wanna melt all over the dude. 

. . . need might be, yeah. Kon swears to absolute fuck, if he gets Pavlov-ed into getting horny over getting called “cute”, he will have to go supervillain for at least the next six to eight months. Like, he will go out and get himself a black bodysuit and smack on some gold armor and/or accessories and just finally have his Black Zero era. He has literally never actually wanted to have a Black Zero era, but over that cheek pinch thing, he genuinely just might. 

“I think you’re just projecting, man,” he says with a smirk, deciding to just hope he’s at least not blushing as hard as it feels like he’s blushing. Bernard grins wider at him and pinches both his cheeks this time, then flattens his hands against them and squishes them instead. Kon, unfortunately, has apparently gotten dicked down good enough that he just kinda lets the dude do it. 

Jesus, he is way too easy, isn’t he.

[kitkat13001]

starting over ᖴOᖇ ᗪᑌᗰᗰIEᔕ

✎ᝰ a scrapbook of memories from yours and tomura’s new life, from ex-villains to totally normal citizens

“i don’t think i’ve ever had this much stuff in my life,” tomura remarks, staring at the pile of boxes sitting in the living room. a living room. the last time he had a proper living room was probably in his childhood home.

you huff, blowing a strand of hair out of your face as you drop a box onto the couch. joints pop in your back when you straighten, stretching your arms above your head with a wince.

“your gaming crap probably takes up half of it,” you reply, cracking a grin when he fixes you with a glare.

“it’s not crap.”

“whatever,” you snicker.

you think the league has stayed in hideouts nicer than this apartment. the roof leaks, the back door doesn’t lock, and your neighbors are a nightmare. the wallpaper is stained and peeling in places, you constantly have to guess whether you’ll have water or not, and when you had gone to unlock the front door, you nearly dislocated your shoulder trying to dislodge the key.

still, it’s yours. a place just for you and tomura, where you don’t have to be constantly looking over your shoulders wracked with paranoia. you were lucky to get a place at all, given your hasty departure from japan after the war. giran's american contacts had been rather useful there. it may not be a big city penthouse, but it’s yours.

and besides, just the view of the waterfront just a little ways outside makes it all seem worth it. you lean against the spindly balcony railing, pressed up against tomura in the cramped space as the two of you gaze out at the ocean. the world seems so much bigger like this, the waves stretching out endlessly into the horizon. so much room for possibility…

“say cheese!”

tomura gets no warning other than your evil giggle before he’s awoken by the bright flash of the camera you’d shoved in his face first thing in the morning.

he yells out, burying his face back in the covers to hide from the excessive light. you hear his grouchy whine, muffled beneath the fabric. “fuck was that for?”

“first morning in the house,” you reply, climbing back atop the bed to sit beside the tomura-shaped lump of blankets. you prod his shoulder, shaking out the polaroid while you hand him the camera with a smile. “now take mine.”

his face appears from the blanket, scowling in disbelief at you. he takes the camera, though, and snaps a quick picture of you before tossing it back and flopping back over to sleep some more.

those two matching polaroids are the first decorations you put up on your dingy little fridge.

“bill, mortgage, ‘nother bill…jury duty? what the fuck?”

tomura stares in bewilderment at the various papers strewn about the chipped kitchen table. “how did we get jury duty? we haven’t been here even a month!”

“are we even legal citizens…?” you wonder, taking a seat beside him. the chair creaks the second you put any weight on it. 

“i think villainy was easier than this. sure as hell was less expensive too,” he grumbles. 

“yeah,” you agree, with a nervous laugh. “uh, tomu?”

“yeah?”

“would now be a bad time to mention the puppy i brought home?”

“the WHAT?!”

“all normal people have dogs! i was trying to help our cover!!”

the puppy wanders out of you room as if on cue, trotting on chubby legs all the way up to tomura. it nudges his leg with its big head and whining. 

“i passed the shelter on my way home from work and i just wanted to see but then she was looking at me with those giant eyes and i couldn’t just leave her and the lady at the counter said she was abandoned in a park and how sad is that! so i brought her home. please please please can we keep her?”

you wait breathlessly for his answer, leg jittering, and watch the way his eyes go big and then soften when he leans down to scratch the puppy behind the ears. 

“yeah,” he whispers, more to the dog than to you. “we can keep her.”

you know something is wrong when you enter the apartment and hachi is barking. she’s normally rather quiet, aside from the goofy yips she makes when you play with her or the occasional woof during a seagull chase. 

she comes running out of the kitchen when you dislodge the key from the lock, and that’s when you see the smoke. 

“what the hell—”

you’re about to dash in when tomura comes bustling out, looking like a mess. strands of wispy white hair that managed to escape his ponytail hang in his flushed face, his hoodie is rolled up to his forearms (which are both covered in various sauce stains), and there’s a soot smudge on his cheek. 

“don’t go in there!” he instructs, breathless and blocking the doorway with his body. 

you stare at him, dumbstruck. “tomura, is something on fire?!”

“not anymore,” he replies. you both jump when a loud metal clanging echoes, what sounds like a bunch of pots and pans toppling over. 

there’s banging on the far side of the wall (probably your godawful neighbors) and you and tomura both yell “fuck off!” in unison. 

when your gazes meet again you both burst out laughing (well, you’re laughing. tomura snorts and then watches you giggle with a fond little smile). 

“i know i said i’d make dinner tonight, but i fucked up your favorite,” tomura admits, scowling at the nightmare you see peeking out of the kitchen. “sorry for the mess.”

you hum, coming forward to brush the soot smudge off his cheek. “that’s okay. i was gonna say i was craving pizza anyway.”

“god, i love you,” he whispers, trailing after you as you roll up your sleeves and head into the kitchen to face the unholy mess. 

it’s some time in the middle of the night when tomura shakes you awake. you squint into the dark, feeling around until you find his hand. 

“tomu…?”

“wake up,” he whispers softly, giving your hand a gentle tap. “c’mon, let’s go.”

your heart sinks for a brief second, memories of fleeing with the league rising to your muddled mind. “what happened? are we in trouble?”

his soft chuckle eases the fit of panic that had been rising in your chest. “no, not in trouble. just wanna get out of here for a little while. let’s go somewhere, yeah?”

you yawn, sitting up to lean against him. “mm, m’kay. where to?”

he leaves his hoodie in your lap, nudging his head against yours affectionately. “no idea. c’mon, get dressed. i’ll grab our stuff and meet you out front.”

tomura lets you sleep in the car, the hum of the engine and the quiet, staticky radio lulling you to sleep until the sun is rising in the sky. when you wake, the ocean is no longer is sight. you’re surrounded instead by miles of empty desert, the occasional cactus and — is that a tumbleweed?

“where are we?” you ask, sitting up in the passenger seat. you’ve never seen the sky in such vibrant reds and oranges, lit up by the rising sun.

“the middle of butt-fucking-nowhere,” he replies, squinting from the brightness of the sun. “we can pick up a map once we come across civilization again. figure out where we’re going before this car gives out.”

“good idea.” 

‘civilization’ ends up being a tiny gas station where you pick up snacks, breakfast burritos the size of your heads, an unholy amount of energy drinks (mostly for tomura), and of course, the map. 

you sit on the hood of the car while tomura leans against it, shading his face and grumbling about the sun. 

“you were the one who drove us all the way out here,” you tell him, snorting to yourself as you study the map. you’re somewhere near nevada, apparently. your eyes find the little star at the bottom and your grin widens. 

“oh, i know where we’re going.”

of all the things tomura thought he’d do in his life, getting married to you in vegas and having elvis officiate was not one of them. but here he is, at two in the morning in the city of lights downing a shot with you in the parking lot of a drive-thru chapel, officially a married man.

and he’s looking at you, laughing, with your hair half in your face and bright eyes and cheeks flushed just a little from the alcohol. there’s a lot tomura might have changed in his life if he had the chance. but not this. not you. and if he had the chance to do it all again? for you, he’d do anything. 

★ -> smau + bonus lore !

you and tomura send the league a postcard from vegas that says “just married!” and receive a variety of bizarre “wedding gifts” back

your puppy’s name is a NANA reference and you end up naming the cat “nana” to match

tomura works from home (bc he’s antisocial and also more recognizable than you in the event anyone were to find out your identities) so he makes you lunch frequently

^ generally househusband material

having free time is weird for you guys now so you decide to take up a bunch of new hobbies together including but not limited to:

jigsaw puzzling, birdwatching, assembling lego sets, crochet, baking, and the list goes on

your mention this to your coworkers and they call you an old married couple….

you’re not technically allowed to have pets in the apartment so you’ve had to come up with some insanely elaborate shenanigans to hide hachi and nana around your landlord

dividers by @/aquazero and @/strangergraphics — this got away from me :) i hope this isn’t like,,,, ooc but wtvvv let me liveee 🫶🫶i really like the patchwork layout of it, tho i hope its not likeee off-putting or choppy </3 i missed writing for him. anyways much love from kitty !

[ducksido]

hey so how do you think Lilia, Azul, Epel and Riddle would deal with meeting a reader in the kitchen of their dorm. Their reader is a chaotic ninja chef human. Like has you questioning if they even exist and then these boys randomly meet them in the kitchen of their dorm. First time it’s normal and reader leaves with the thing they just made. Blink and they gone. Second time, they walk in on a frightening sight of reader wearing a helmet and holding a blow torch and it’s activated. Reader seems to be doing something with food. The process looks chaotic but it looks amazing when reader puts the torch down. The boys manage to catch reader before they do their disappearing act. (Bonus if Epel ever shows his apple carving skills and the reader is like “you’d be really good at cake decorating”.

(If its not to your standards tell me and i'll do it again)

🦇LILIA VANROUGE🦇

First Encounter: Lilia walks into the Diasomnia kitchen at night, expecting to grab some bat-shaped cookies for a midnight snack, only to see Y/N casually whisking something in a bowl. He tilts his head, intrigued, but before he can say anything, they just poof—gone. The only sign they were ever there is the lingering scent of something delicious. Lilia chuckles. “Oh-ho~ How delightful! A mischievous spirit, perhaps?”

Second Encounter: Lilia walks in again, expecting another fleeting visit. Instead, he is met with Y/N wearing a full helmet and brandishing a blow torch like they’re about to wage culinary warfare. Flames dance across the surface of a crème brûlée (or whatever creation they’re working on), casting eerie shadows. Rather than be disturbed, Lilia claps his hands. “Now THIS is how you cook! What an artful display of chaos!”

He catches them just before they vanish, appearing right behind them like a wraith. “No need to run off, dear chef~! Why not stay for a taste test?” He’s absolutely fascinated by their methods and would love to swap chaotic cooking tips.

🐙AZUL ASHENGROTTO🐙

First Encounter: Azul strolls into the Monstro Lounge kitchen to check on his stock, only to see someone expertly filleting a fish with ninja precision. The knife work is too good. Before he can demand who they are or what kind of agreement they have with his employees, Y/N finishes their dish, plates it beautifully, and then vanishes. Azul freezes. Did he imagine that? …No, the fish is gone.

He calls Floyd and Jade. “Did we hire a new chef?” They don’t know who he’s talking about. Azul is disturbed.

Second Encounter: This time, Azul enters cautiously. And what does he see? Y/N in a full helmet, armed with a blow torch, roasting something with deadly precision. Azul nearly drops his clipboard.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

“Making a caramel glaze.”

The process is pure madness, but when they set the torch down, the dish looks like it came from a five-star restaurant. Azul is torn between admiration and absolute horror. Before they disappear, he grabs their wrist. “Oh, no. You’re not getting away this time! Do you have any idea how valuable you’d be to my business?!” He’s already drafting up a contract.

🍎EPEL FELMIER🍎

First Encounter: Epel sneaks into the Pomefiore kitchen, hoping to make some apple desserts before Vil catches him. Instead, he finds Y/N casually tossing ingredients into a bowl, flipping a pan like it’s second nature. He watches, intrigued, but the moment he blinks—they’re gone. He checks the counter. There’s a perfectly made pastry.

“...What in tarnation?” He eats it. It’s perfect. He’s now both impressed and weirded out.

Second Encounter: Epel opens the kitchen door and immediately regrets it. Y/N, decked out in a helmet, wielding a lit blow torch like some kind of culinary demon, is creating something otherworldly. Epel instinctively takes a step back.

“...Y’know what? I ain’t even gonna ask.”

But when Y/N finally notices him and sees his apple that he was carving their eyes sparkle. “You’d be really good at cake decorating.”

“Huh?”

Suddenly, he’s getting an in-depth lesson on piping techniques and sugar work. He was not expecting this when he walked in, but he lowkey enjoys it.

🌹RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS🌹

First Encounter: Riddle walks into the Heartslabyul kitchen for tea, only to find Y/N moving around faster than Cater with a viral trend. They chop, mix, and cook with an alarming speed, only to disappear the second Riddle blinks. He stands there, gripping his teacup, completely baffled.

“...Who was that?” Trey shrugs. Cater takes a photo.

Second Encounter: Riddle enters the kitchen again and immediately sees something that nearly makes him faint. Y/N, in a helmet, torching something in his kitchen. HIS kitchen. WITH FIRE.

“WHAT IN THE QUEEN’S NAME—”

Y/N calmly sets the torch down. The dessert looks immaculate. Riddle sputters, trying to decide whether to scold them for unsafe cooking practices or praise them for their technique. Before they disappear, he orders, “STOP RIGHT THERE.”

Cue a very formal interrogation about their qualifications and kitchen habits. If they’re going to be here, they need to follow the rules! (Spoiler: They do not.)

[dollyfetti]

　𐔌　i'll be your angel ₊˚ ♡

summary: mina's had a long day and all she wants is to be with her angel!! is that too much to ask?? and why the hell are her friends so annoying all of a sudden??

#8 from my prompt list: "goodnight to my wife, fuck the rest of yall!" notes: mina ashido x reader, not proofread so hopefully its not ass, fluff > O <

word count: 1.3k

mina grunts, arms folded and lips pouted at the scene unfolding in front of her. she’s sprawled across her couch in the tiniest pair of pajamas known to man, not giving a single fuck that her house is full of her male friends. her head rests on your lap as your fingers lazily play with her hair, listening to whatever sero’s rambling about.

it's a bad day for her. for one, her period's coming. she had the worst cramps at work today and almost ditched to go into hibernation. another thing, the weather sucked! it was all cold and wet, yucky, brownish snow everywhere. and she even slipped in some slosh earlier, and her ass was all soaked! safe to say, she was in a sour mood.

she doesn't even really wanna hang out right now, she'd much rather rewatch her favorite movies with you and snuggle all night. she's only here because when she got back from work, you were already hanging out with them, and who was she to be rude to guests, especially her friends?

mina huffs, her cheek squished against your thigh. you stare down at her with a gentle smile. her crop top exposes her midriff and cute stomach, and you fight the urge to squish the flesh before nuzzling your face on it, right where you belong. her fingers trace circles on your thighs mindlessly.

denki's gaze darts to you and mina with a grin. "pda much?"

bakugou hums with folded arms as mina sticks her tongue out with a roll of her eyes. "we're not in public, so it doesn't count."

denki mutters a small, "oh yeah thats true.." before poking her side playfully. she puffs out her cheeks, swatting his hand away grumpily.

mina huffs and sits up, rubbing her temples in annoyance. "just had a really long day, kay?" she mutters, visibly tired.

bakugou stares down at his phone, and yknow, like an idiot, he nonchalantly hums, "that time of the month?"

oh...! it doesn't matter that he's right- she's pissed. and when did this room get so fucking cold? mina's hands move up to cover her arms and you coo silently, scooting closer to warm her up.

"dude," kiri starts, deadpanning to his friend, who shrugs blankly, going back to scrolling.

“hmph! goodnight to my wife, fuck the rest of yall!” she huffs, aggressively smooching your forehead before getting up and strutting away.

kiri winces as denki turns slowly for effect. “what’s got her panties in a twist?” he chuckles boyishly.

“what a brat,” katsuki rolls his eyes affectionately, taking a sip of his drink.

you scoff at them with a tiny grin. men. “i think she’s sleepy,”

"wife is crazy," sero grins, leaning back in his seat. "very charming, eh?" he looks at you with wiggling eyebrows.

"they've been married," ejirou rolls his eyes with a smile. "yknow mimi told me they used to play boyfriend and girlfriend when they were younger?"

denki wolf-whistles teasingly in your direction, where you sit shaking your head in mock annoyance. "would you have taken a third?" he jokes, licking his lips. bakugou groans, unamused.

"you shush!" you point your finger at denki as others raise their brows and laugh.

hanta swats the back of his head, grinning as denki rubs it with a whine.

"kay, m going home." katsuki grumbles, standing up with an old man stretch. "let's go, losers."

you smile at him, quietly thanking him. katsuki's always wondered why you don't know how to remove yourself from something "without sounding mean", as you had whined. but it doesn't really matter, cuz he knows.

denki and sero pout stupidly. "wha?? it's still so early.." denki says, looking up at an exasperated bakugou looming over him.

"i'll drag your ass out, don't fuckin test me."

...

"bye!" denki and sero wave simultaneously, rushing out the door. kirishima kisses your cheek in thanks, wishing you goodnight. you watch the boys leave with a tired sigh and small grin.

you head to your bedroom, your fuzzy sock clad feet padding against the floor. you smile widely at mina's curled up position on the bed, wrapped in multiple blankets cozily. "what took you so long?" she grumbles, and you can't avoid the loud giggle that escapes from you. her pinched brows falter, and a little smile peeks out her lips.

you approach the bed, happily climbing onto your girlfriend as she lifts her arm to let you inside her warm cocoon. her eyes glimmer with affection as you kiss her pouty lips.

"my day was ass," she whispers, staring into your fond eyes. her arms wrap around you, pulling you down onto her soft chest. you get comfy, laying on her toasty body.

you giggle with a tiny pout, cooing softly. you look up, pecking her face like a bird. she laughs lightly, holding your arms so you can keep kissing her. "thank you," she breathes, closing her eyes. the randomly chosen movie she turned on is tuned out, and she can only hear the sound of your steady breathing along with your squeaky smooches.

“i hate those guys,” mina huffs, and you can’t help but smile because you both know that is a big fat lie. “they piss me off. keep them out forever.” she scoffs, readjusting both of you so you could lay your head on her chest. the plush skin of the top of her breasts make a good pillow against your face, and you exhale dreamily.

your hands come up to her sides, gently massaging her. “at least tomorrow’s saturday, we can stay in and shut the rest of the world out,” you grin as mina’s head nods up and down.

“are you sleepy?” she asks, like every night before bed. you hum a “mm-mm” in disagreement, your legs tangling in hers as you scoot up closer.

she pauses for a second, and you look up to see if she’s fallen asleep. she hasn’t, her eyes peeking down at you in thought. the moment she’s been waiting for all day finally comes. she grabs the remote from above her head, changing the movie she had on to open spotify. you hum, your eyes darting to the bright tv in the dark room, smiling as tommy february6's voice fills the comforting quiet.

"cmere," mina hums, sitting up. she leans her back against the headboard of the bed, bringing you onto her lap. you smile gently, grabbing her bonnet from the side and handing it to her. she pulls it over her hair while you reach over to the nightstand and put on your nightly lip mask before offering her some.

your thighs lock around hers, her soft pink skin making your heart flutter. she swipes on the lip mask after adjusting her bonnet, hands coming up to hold your waist as you put it back on the nightstand.

"meow," she says in a silly tone. you giggle, booping her nose. mina tugs you closer to her, her warmth radiating onto your body. "you're my little silly," she grins, flashing her tooth gems. she leans in to peck your shoulder lightly to not smear the lip product.

you squeeze her tightly, digging your face into her neck. she smells like bubblegum and cherry lotion, the scent only wanting you to get even closer to her.

mina yawns before her lips fall into a small unintentional pout. you pull away from her to grab her face into your manicured hands. "you're tired," you note, blinking down at her sweetly.

"yeahh, but i haven't seen you all day," she whines with a shrug.

you grin gently, smooching her forehead. "have all day tomorrow to be together," you hum. "let's go to sleep, mkay?"

your girlfriend's pout grows a little deeper, but she nods nonetheless and gets comfy with you, bodies as close as possible. she closes her eyes, falling asleep to the music humming from the tv.

♡⃕﹒　i'll be your angel, i send my love for youuu

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @stobinmonth and @corrodedcoffinfest.

We've Been Over This

Stobin Month Prompt: Prom & CCF Spring Break Prompt: "I've got two words for you. Spring. Break." | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | POV: Steve | Pairing: Platonic Stobin, Pre-Steddie, Robin Pining for Vickie | CW: Mention of Temporary Character Death, Brief Vamp Biting/Feeding, Mild Sexual Content, Language | Tags: Post S4, Hawkins Sticking Its Head In The Sand, Vampire Eddie, Dinguses x 3

"Vickie's taking her boyfriend to Enzo's for the alternative prom thing," Robin says. "I can't believe we're even having prom."

"What? Why?" Steve asks.

"I've got two words for you: Spring. Break," then she rolls her eyes, "The town's still falling into itself, or haven't they noticed?"

"Yeah, but they don't know what really happened. They want to get dressed up and fuck in motel rooms. You know. High school."

"That's not everybody's high school experience, believe me," Robin says, then thunks her forehead to the table, mumbling, "I can't believe I actually want to go."

Steve's ears perk up at that, "You, Robin Buckley, want to go to the prom?"

"Shut up," she says, "Like, I'm not. Obviously. But I could, like, see her in a pretty dress."

"And you'd be wearing a dress? Borrowed from Nancy?"

"Absolutely not, you saw what she made me wear last time."

Steve smiles, "You should go. Eat. Look at Vickie."

"I'm not going to the prom alone, dingus. I'm a loser, but I'm not that big of one."

"I'll take you," Steve says, easily. Like, he can do that. He's not scared of prom. 

"We're not going to prom. We have other things to worry about," she says. "Dustin is adamant Eddie's a vampire."

"Eddie's not a vampire. Eddie's dead."

"Tell Dustin that."

"Henderson's trying to cope, leave him alone."

"Well, Gareth thinks so, too," Robin says. 

"Who's Gareth?" Steve asks. 

Robin rolls her eyes, "Curly hair, bit of a yapper."

"That's Henderson."

"That's also Gareth," Robin says. "He's in Eddie's band. Corroded Coffin. The drummer."

"Oh. Him," Steve says dryly. He doesn't care for that kid. Every time he's approached Steve, he's been all arrogant, and Steve wants nothing to do with it.

Eddie died, and Steve feels like that's his fault. He doesn't need some kid he doesn't know disappointed in him.

He feels that enough with Henderson, thanks.

"I'll take you to prom. Get a dress. Or slacks. Whatever," he declares, and as far as he's concerned, that's that.

Prom over, Steve's taking off his rented tux while Robin changes in the bathroom, when he catches movement outside his window. He whips towards it, expecting nothing. He's used to jumping at his own shadow. 

Instead, there are feet. Floating feet, near the top of his window. Black boots, untied laces.

He's imagining things. Boots don't float. 

Still, he reaches for his nailbat. He was hoping he wouldn't need this so soon, or ever, again.

He looks upwards, seeing the ripped jeans, the bullet belt. He taps on the glass.

Eddie floats down.

"Uh, hi, I thought I was hidden," he says, bobbing there.

"Like a baby playing peek-a-boo? I could see your feet."

"Shut up. I'm just saying hi."

"You're floating," Steve says, as if that's not obvious, following his every move. It seems rhythmic.

"Yeah, I can do that now," Eddie says, muffled through the glass.

Steve pulls up the window, even if it's a bad idea. Eddie doesn't move.

"You'll have to invite me in," Eddie says, "if you aren't scared."

"I'm not scared," Steve says. He's terrified, but it also seems like Eddie. He's never claimed to make good decisions.

"Henderson said you were a vampire."

"Yeah, Gareth told me," Eddie says. "Not sure how he figured it out. I've been laying low."

"Yeah, hovering outside my window is really laying low. Get in here, asshole."

And just like that, Eddie grabs a hold of the frame, and pulls himself inside. 

"Are you gonna kill me?" Steve asks.

"Wasn't planning on it," Eddie answers, flopping on Steve's bed, crossing his feet at the ankles. He's filthy. "Why so fancy?"

Steve pulls the necktie loose, "Robin's prom."

"You're dating Buckley? What happened to Wheeler?"

"I'm not dating either of them," Steve answers. He's not explaining their fake date to a fake prom.

He starts unbuttoning his shirt.

Eddie makes a noise, a guttural growl, and Steve slowly turns around, "I thought you said you weren't gonna kill me."

"I'm not," Eddie answers, but his eyes are blown wide, and have slipped from deep brown to yellow, his face changing.

"Eddie," Steve stresses, "your face says otherwise."

Eddie holds up his hands, and swallows, "I can hear your blood pumping. Can see your big, sexy neck veins pulsing."

Steve laughs, tossing back his head, and that makes Eddie groan louder.

"Harrington, you're killing me. This's like a second puberty. And I'm starving, while you're just laying out a buffet."

Oh.

Steve stops laughing.

"Do you…do you want to bite me?"

Eddie covers his eyes with his hands.

"I can still see you. We've been over this."

"I'm not gonna bite you," Eddie says, and now he has a lisp because of the fangs. It's not scary, it's funny, and Steve isn't sure why. He's something that crawled out of the depths of hell, just like a demodog, changed, mutated, but…it's Eddie.

He's pretty sure it's still Eddie.

"That's not what I asked. I asked if you wanted to bite me."

"Are you offering?" 

"Maybe."

Steve sits next to him, baring his throat, "Don't kill me." 

Eddie sinks his fangs in at the same time Robin opens the door, and screams bloody murder. 

Steve yanks away. He'd forgotten she was here. Now his neck's bleeding, and Eddie's scrambling.

"Sorry!" he lisps.

"Eddie IS a vampire!" Robin yells, and reaches for something, anything, coming up with Steve's lamp. It's still plugged in, but Steve is more worried about his bleeding neck. "You enthralled him!"

"I didn't mean to!" Eddie says, hands up.

"My neck," Steve says, and Robin and Eddie both move at once. Robin's yanked back by the cord, so Eddie gets there first. Peeling back Steve's hand. 

Tongue pressing to the wounds, fangs sliding back in, and Steve tilts his head back, dick going hard in his slacks.

Oh.

That's new.

He closes his eyes, ignoring Robin's unasked for two cents:

"Oh, that's just gross."

Steve definitely disagrees.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries, check out @corrodedcoffinfest to read takes on Spring Break prompts, or to offer up your own!

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Notes: The floating outside the window is definitely inspired by the 1992 Buffy the Vampire Slayer movie. I loved it as a kid. Campy fun. "Oooh, aahhhh. Owww. Oooh." I feel like Eddie the Vamp would also be that kind of drama llama, for sure, lol.

[div6down]

ꗃ ˖ ࣪ 𓂃 ✦ FWB!CHRIS X BAMBI!READER AND THEY MEET AGAIN BLURB

your laid out on the cool sand, arms holding you up as you watch the calm waves crash onto shore. it was a nice night out. warm enough to appreciate the ocean breeze against your skin.

you take some deep breaths and stretch out your body, fully at ease after slipping away from the overbearing crowd of drunk twenty-something year olds.

that breath suddenly gets caught in your throat as he appears into your line of sight.

chris.

he’s there, leaning against an old beach post, arms crossed, beer dangling from his fingertips as if he’s too cool to be here.

he flashes his boyish grin when he catches you staring and pushes off the post, walking towards you like he’s got all the time in the world. his hair is all messy from the wind and his trunks hung low on his waist, the sunset giving a nice contour of his v-line.

“look who it is” he lets out a breathy chuckle and stops close enough to nudge his knee with yours. “why you all by yourself, huh?”

you glance up at him, sat right on your towel, giving no personal space and oddly enough you didn’t mind. maybe it was his inviting nature or just the fact that he was fine as hell but none the less you liked his presence. “just needed a breather i guess”

he hums and nods his head, eyes still dancing across your face, “you look over this shit.”

you exhale a short laugh and shake your head, “i’m just tired of entertaining random ass guys trying to impress me.”

chris smirks before taking another swig from his bottle. “good thing im not a random then.”

“debatable”

his grin widens, “debatable, damn, that’s how it is?”

you shrug, teasingly, “i barley know you”

chris exhales and sits his beer down in the sand before scooting closer to you. he allows a hand to fall on your thigh, not too high for comfort before he leans in, “i’ll tell you whatever you wanna’ know sweetheart.”

his crystal blue eyes were locked on your brown ones. sharp and steady like they were the only ones on the beach.

you could feel it.

the weight of his gaze, the way it made the air feel too thick and the heat rushing to your face. eventually you cracked, giggling and turning the other way like a little girl.

the wind blew through your curls, pushing your hair back and spiking chris’ attention even more. “oh shit, you tatted up?” he’s bring his fingers to the back of your ear, barley skimming over the dainty little lotus, sending tingles down your spine.

“this the only one?”

you pressed your lips together finally finding the courage to face him again, “mm, i got a few”

“you tryna’ give me a tour?” his eyes flickered with something interested, intent.

“you’re a little nosy aren’t you”

he kisses his teeth while rubbing the back of his neck, “see this is me tryna’ get to know you” you playfully rolled your eyes while holding a smile on your lips melting at every word he says, not that it would take too much convincing, you loved talking about your tattoos.

“this one’s my favorites, there’s no meaning behind it though” you bunched your hair together revealing the angle wings in the back of your neck. chris studies it in awe like he’s genuinely appreciating the sight in front of him.

“suites y’well.”

chris licks his lips, noticing another flower on your hip bone. he absentmindedly fiddles with the string of your bikini bottom, still mesmerized by this new side of you he’s discovering. “what’s up wit’ this right here?”

“its uh— a lily” your breathed out, “i— i got this with my mom.. before i moved to la,” you tried to concentrate on your thought as chris’ hands remained on you. your stumbling over your words, giggling like crazy feeling like your a part of some goddamn humiliation ritual.

chris smirks, “damn, you good?”

you open your mouth then close it when his thumb drags a little lower, tracing the edge of your tattoo. his touch being too much too soon, suddenly making your brain short-circuit.

“stop..” you dragged out in a whining tone, tilting your head back in attempt to hide the blush on your cheeks.

he laughs, finally pulling his hand away but not moving back completely. “alright, relax ma, jus’…appreciating you”

“appreciate me from distance.”

tags 𓂅 @sturns-mermaid @riasturns @mattsleftball @luckysouls @chrissweetheart @sheluvsthesturniolos @courta13 @stvrniolotrxpl3ts @mattslolita @sweetheartsangel

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[vicolette]

if you're writing for Marc Bernal, please write something where reader is having a hard time explaining her feeling and he asks her because he's confused "suddenly you act like.. you want me and then you pull away". and maybe she just stays silent after a quiet apologize and he just sits next to her and the reader breaks, crying from the overwhelmed thoughts and emotions and he soothes her? sorry if its difficult to understand! x

Lover's Observations !

– A/N : I understand this very well dw (i hope) !! Also js a head ups I write for every Barca player, idk about other team's players tho…

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, mentions of y/n & pet names, angst, mentions of insecurities, not proofread, title doesn’t suit to the story…

"Y/n, can we talk?"

The school's cafeteria was obnoxiously loud as always, but you couldn't hear anything as you stood up from your seat and bid goodbye to your friends. Maybe it was just something small, like Marc needing help with some homework or wanting to get something at the vending machines.

It was a painful sight to see you tense up once you've heard his voice, yet Marc waited and watched as your friends turned their heads to look at him – everyone, except you.

As you followed him out, still avoiding his gaze, he was pissed. Ever since he had told Lamine about you and he had told him that he 'talks, as if he was in love with you', he tried his absolute best to make you somehow fall for him. Sure, it would take him a while and Marc understood it, but he didn't understand you.

You, who would give him a smile that could lighten up the room, yet still step out of his way and freeze in place whenever his name was mentioned.

When your friends waved you goodbye as you decided to just go alone with it and get over this, Marc sensed how you seemed more stiff than usual. The usually confident Y/n that he fell in live with, was nowhere to be found.

However, he gave it no thought as you both walked out of the cafeteria into a secured quiet spot, standing in the middle of the hallway where normally no kids were to be seen. His back was turned to you, yet it only made him more intimidating.

"I noticed that you seemed… off these days." Once he said that, Marc turned around to face you and directly communicate with you, but once he had seen you, he narrowed his eyes.

You looked weird – not in a bad way, obviously, but you were suspiciously tense. Sure, his words might have been a bit harsh (if you'd look at it in that way), but you were going to understand.

The only question was, if he could understand you.

"It’s nothing."

"C'mon, Y/n. We’re together." As he took a few steps closer, his footsteps quiet yet clear, he wrapped an arm around your waist and sighed softly, trying to convince you that it indeed wasn’t 'nothing'. "I know better than that."

You placed a hand on his shoulder, avoiding his gaze. Whether you wanted to push him away or pull him into a hug, you didn’t know, but you knew that you weren’t ready to say anything regarding the issue at hand.

"Talk to me, baby." Marc mentally cringed at the pet name, silently praying for such a situation to never happen again in order to not need to call you that. The name Y/n was already pretty enough.

All of a sudden, the tears spilled out of your eyes as you hid your face on his shoulder. Marc froze at the feeling, not moving an inch as he waited for you to explain whatever was going on.

Truth be told, you yourself didn’t even know how to say it, how you were so unsure about your relationship. It made you cry at night out of shame, yet you now understood that it was better to talk it out.

"Sorry, sorry…" He was slightly shocked at first, but nonetheless was quick to soothe you in hopes of calming you down.

"I just… I'm overwhelmed by this, by the relationship, y'know?" It sounded wrong, so wrong, yet it was the truth. You didn’t know what to do. Your friends didn’t know about your hidden shared secret, he was always busy, and there were thousands of other women who he could have chosen.

Silence overtook the room as he blinked in confusion, trying yet failing to find a solution to this. You were still crying, although not as much as before, so he had to be careful with his words.

Breaking up was not an option.

"Everyone has thoughts like these, Y/n. Don’t feel guilty." His hand cupped your face as he wiped your tears away, kissing you on your forehead to calm you down. It was like a magical spell, the way you seemingly felt lighter than just previously. "It’s normal. Even so, you know that I love you, and that’ll never change."

"But-" He shushed you with a finger on your lips and a smile, shaking his head at how you still didn’t understand him.

"Ah-ah-ah. You’re an angel, Y/n. Nobody does it like you." Your heart melted at his words, finally showing your face to him as he beamed with joy, pressing another kiss on your cheek.

"You sounded so cheesy." He raised an eyebrow in sarcasm, looking at you up and down before rolling his eyes. You were back to the usual Y/n – the relentlessly teasing and funny one.

"I was comforting you, idiot."

"I know."

– A/N : why did I never write for this fine shyt? also so so so sorry for taking so long I had a math exam to study for!! It was surprisingly easy tho

[mania-sama]

just a little update on how my bucky & joaquin torres / sambucky fic, ballad of a dove, is going:

JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES 1917                 1945 TO THE END OF THE LINE

A small cross is embedded in the middle of the grave marker, resting pristinely between the two letters at its sides and the words below and below it.

Bucky stares at it, the meaning of the cross now dull and faded in his chest after a war and a lifetime of killing for the enemy. He then sits down, even though he hasn’t sat down at his own grave since the first time he saw it. He’s not prone to giving himself gifts, either, but he gently lays a bouquet of buttercups, pink roses, and cornflowers at the edge of the marker. His left hand fiddles with the rose buds for a second, pulling at the soft petals and pushing an entire head a few centimeters northwest.

His hand moves to brush across the stone engravings. He traces the indents of his name and the ridges of his and Steve’s saying. The corners of his eyes start twitching and his waterlines start stinging something fierce, and Bucky doesn’t get it. He’d never come close to crying, not even when Steve had first shown him the grave years ago.

He doesn’t know why he’s so close to it now.

To the end of the line. Steve never claimed to have directed the making of the grave marker, and Bucky had never accused him of it, but that didn’t mean Bucky couldn’t put two and two together. Nobody else knew about their saying. Nobody else should have known.

It was theirs. Just theirs. 

Besides, both of their families were poor; they both had thought it’d be lucky if they’d ever get a grave at all. Only Captain America’s salary could pay for a proper burial, even when there was no body to bury.

Steve’s headstone is on the other side of the yard where there’s more room. His contact with Bucky had been rather sparse since he’d chosen to grow old with Peggy the right way. Bucky had expected it, but it still didn’t mean it didn’t hurt when Steve knocked on his apartment on a sunny spring afternoon for lunch, only to break the news that there was no available area next to Bucky’s marker.

(The coffee was warm and steaming in his hands. Bucky breathed, long and deep.

“I can leave you a spot to be buried with me. Or next to me. Whatever you prefer,” Steve told him. His face was wrinkled, his hair was white, his hands shook slightly, and, worst of all, he smelled like an old man. Bucky kind of wished he did, too, but he’s sure he only smelled like the leather jacket covering his upper body and the timber-scented shampoo he’d used a few hours beforehand.

He brought the coffee to his face but didn’t drink. His fantasy of blocking out Steve’s scent with that of his drink was merely fleeting, as it did nothing to overpower the smell of wooden rocking chairs, dying skin, and worn polyester.

Steve was waiting patiently for an answer.

Bucky shrugged. “I already have a grave. I’ll fill it eventually.”)

They didn’t grow old together.

Steve is dead and Bucky is alive, yet they both have graves.

He fell off the freight train in January of 1945, less than half a year before the Germans surrendered. He only had to hold on, only had to make it that few months before they would win Europe. At worst they would’ve sent him to Japan afterward, but Japan is a long way from Germany and the Soviets. In September, the war would be over and he could go home with Steve and he could’ve lived out to see the twenty-first century as an old man.

He would’ve been okay.

But he couldn’t hold on, and those months passed with amputation, torture, and a series of numbers leaving his lips until they erased any semblance of the man he was.

That’s why the grave never bothered him all that much. James Buchanan Barnes was killed in 1945 by Soviet scientists, and Bucky has made peace with it. Even though they have the same face, they do not share the same scars, the same family, or the same story.

He’s happy that James is buried. He’s happy that his parents grieved the boy they raised, and not the fist of war he became. He’s happy, that of the three of them — James, the Winter Soldier, and the White Wolf — James is the one that got the burial.

Bucky wonders where they will bury Joaquin.

The graveyard would surely be in Miami, where he grew up and where his immediate relatives still reside. Modern funerals are a bit different than how they were in the 30s — would his family hold an indoor service, or would the procession be all outside? They wouldn’t necessarily need to have a visitation since there was no body to see.

Joaquin and his family are Catholic. Would they want to host a celebration for their deceased son, grandson in a cathedral? Bucky and Sam could get that arranged. They could decorate the halls and hire an orchestra to fill the place with cheer. 

They could prepare speeches. Bucky’s would be about the strength and tenacity that Joaquin carried, though with a propensity to danger. It’s why they became partners at all; Joaquin met Sam, and Bucky was with Sam, and they became something of a team.

Sam’s would be better than Bucky’s, he thinks. His would have more humor to loosen the blows of his emotional lines about Joaquin’s intelligence and bright future as both a military captain and the Falcon. He would talk about the late nights and early mornings spent in the office or on the run, laughing about Joaquin’s hero worship after saying that his ability to aspire was the greatest thing about him. 

Both of theirs would still pale in comparison to the words that his blood family and lifelong friends would have to say. They would talk about the baby he and Sam had only seen in pictures, the child they’d only met through his excitable demeanor, and the teenager they’d only heard through embarrassing, tipsy stories. They would show love, care, and great respect for the man that their child, grandchild, and friend had become.

It’s a year on the dot since Joaquin went missing. His family would never think to put an empty casket in the ground with an engraved headstone on top for someone who is still, conceivably, very much alive. Bucky’s family buried him because Steve watched him fall hundreds of feet off of a moving train. They had every right to believe in his full, anatomical death. 

Joaquin’s family has no such luxury.

They have a flat tire and a car that has been scraped and bled on in a desperate struggle. They have a few upturned criminal organizations and a thousand dead ends. They have the location of where their boy was last seen, the text he’d last sent, the call he’d last ended, and the photo he was last in. They have his two partners, Captain America and the White Wolf — formerly the Falcon and the Winter Soldier, a man who could fly and another who could track people across state lines, countries, continents, and oceans — who did not find him.

And in this world, being turned into some sort of brainwashed soldier is far more likely than it was during Bucky’s time. It could be old-fashioned maniacal torture or trafficking. Or Joaquin could be dead, his body floating down some garbage-filled river in the middle of Wyoming. His body could be stuffed with drugs from the cartel to get across the border.

He’s missing. They don’t know where he is.

So he probably won’t get a grave until his body is found or he’s conceivably died of old age, either having been found and able to live out a full life or they’ve calculated his presumed death based on the passage of time.

Bucky doesn’t know what would be worse, in the case that they do find him: getting kidnapped, rescued, and having to reconcile your previous identity with your present, or your family giving up on you and burying you before you’d actually died.

i am... 7500 words into this, with about *checks notes* 50 plot holes and inconsistencies because i got a lot canon info mixed up, but its okay im working through it. hope you guys enjoy the little teaser again. i am losing my MIND.

[vixen-dc]

Atleast I have you

Brian moser! Original sin x Reader (possibly gender neutral?)

A/N: so this is my first thing I’m posting and Its pretty short to be honest but I would like to see what people would think about a fic series (maybe) about Brian and reader in the psych ward together and maybe getting and stuff like that. IM DEFINITELY gonna post the head canons this week so sorry it’s taken me so long to get to it. Warnings: Tbh I don’t think there is any besides mention of the pysch ward and mental illness.

It was another day of mindless daydreaming, maybe one day you’ll get out of this place, one day you’ll be able to live your life by your own rules and your own wants. And your life wouldnt be surrounded by doctors, nurses, therpaists and psychologists that think they’re actually good at acting like they give a damn abiut you.  

 God it was boring in here in a damn hospital, constantly being checked on, pills, not being trusted with anything. You always wondered how crazy you actually were if you weren’t constantly forced to take medications you can’t even say the names of sometimes. 

   After a few minutes of imagining in one of the common areas of the psych ward , you hear the familiar voice speaking out, “I don’t get this” Brian says. 

You look at him but there’s little to no point since he didn’t really say anything with a tone or emotion to give off what he was feeling.

“Get what?” You question wondering where this could be going.

“Whatever this is, why you willingly choose to be around me.” 

“It’s confusing.” He states and sighs out slightly  with annoyance, more at himself than you.

“Confusing can  be good sometimes.” You say with a slight smile and shrug.

He looked at you then his eyes narrowing slightly, studying your face as if searching for a sign of deception. But he wouldn't find it.

"Good?" He echoed the word. "You find complicated and confusing good?"

You smiled slightly, amused. "You act as if you're something to be feared."

He raised an eyebrow. "Should I be?"

Your smile grew wider. "Not always."

He scoffed. "You're too trusting."

“You say it like you want me to prove that I’m just gonna get up and leave you” as you let out small laugh.  “No but  I can’t get up and leave you, like literally” gesturing slightly around the  psych ward. 

“You ever wonder what life would be like if we got released from here?”

His eyes flickered, a mixture of annoyance and vulnerability playing across his face. "You think that's a possibility?"

You shrugged, leaning back against the couch cushions. "I don't see why not."

He snorted, a humorless sound. "You're delusional."

You smiled, despite the sharpness of his words. "And you're a cynic."

He stared at you for a moment before sighing, letting his head fall back against the couch. 

You look back at him, not knowing what to say to make this conversation actually interesting instead of it just being depressing. Because no matter what you say SOMEONE won’t even try to engage in it. 

Though you tried your hardest not to blame him, it was never his fault for his issues his many issues. Usually you were good at being there for him and listening to him even when Brian thought he could live without you perfectly fine and occasionally thinking you were only hanging out with him out of pure sympathy. But that wasn’t true it, it never was.

You actually liked Brian being your boyfriend it didn’t matter the lack of emotion or watching him have an outburst at some nurse. You loved him and even if he wasn’t good at showing it sometimes you could tell he still cared  for you. 

“If we ever do get out I wanna spend it with you.”

[limbcom]

"Holding your hand doesn't have to mean that I accept your friendship," the liar said to the truthful, trying to lie in front of the only person who understands his intentions.

He knows, of course, that the liar did not lie. For the liar is also the truthful.

[yuwuta]

you ask yuuta if he wants a bite of your food and when he says yes you offer your plate to him, but he’s just sat there looking at you with his dumb big bambi boy eyes and his mouth slightly open and he will not look away or blink or close his mouth until you lift your fork to his lips to feed him and then he grins like shit’s sweet and hums about how good the food is like nothing happened like he’s not ridiculously attractive. gonna chew on steel

[dizzybizz]

some doodles

[mbat]

i yet again do NOT understand why people think that what happened to steven in future came out of nowhere. the main show beats it into the ground how fucked up all this stuff has him! just cause he ends the main show in a good place doesnt mean that everything was solved! he solved the gem stuff but not himself, that was the whole point!

like. those people show that they didnt even pay attention to the show AND they dont understand trauma. like. shut the fuck up !!!!