#as in this heart means I will personally give you a big ol kiss

[doctordisaster]

I have had it with this likescolding. “Tumblr doesn’t have an algorithm so likes don’t actually do anything” motherfucker I am not clicking that heart to give some post better ~algorithmic visibility~ I am clicking that heart to help my internet friend microdose on serotonin as god fucking intended

[bambiimutt]

He makes you cry during an Argument.

Arguments with these boys? What could possibly go wrong..

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Headcannons and short stories under the cut!

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TW!! talk of Hoodie stalking, but not major! I think that’s it!!

Jeffrey Hodex:

- you’d think an argument with your boyfriend who loves you oh so dearly would hopefully end in him apologizing. Wanting to make sure he didn’t say anything to you to hurt you.. but you sometimes forget he’s not the normal person.

-Jeff has anger issues and it’s not a surprise to anyone when it’s brought up. So typically with any argument he has, his anger tends to get the better of him.

-which means if the argument is small it’s bound to be blown out of proportion, if it’s a pretty bad argument it’s about to be even worse.

-he doesn’t like to listen. To him he’s always right. He’s never wrong even if deep down he knows he actually fucked up he doesn’t want to admit it because he doesn’t want to look “weak” or too “soft”

-he typically doesn’t feel bad if you end up getting hurt emotionally, you’ll get a good ol scoff and roll of the eyes while he tells you “it’s not that big of a fucking deal, you don’t need to be so emotional.” Along the lines of that.

-but… you might just tug a few heart strings when he realized he’s made you cry. It’s when he sees that he’s scared you that he breaks a little. He’s got a habit of punching walls, breaking shit around the house when you both argue, screaming in your face.. and if it all leads to you finally breaking down and shaking that’s where he finally draws his line.

-he didn’t mean to scare you.. not like that at least. The last thing he wants is for you to be scared of him. He loves you.. even if he shows it in odd ways. He’s an asshole yes but he’s your asshole.

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“Would you just fucking Listen!” Jeff screamed out. His hands were immediately gripping onto his pants, trying his damned hardest to not punch the closest thing to him. But he can’t help himself the moment you cross your arms and give him that fucking look. “Jeffrey. Cut it out, I’ve listened to you for the past 40 fucking minutes.. you need to listen to me-“ you’re cut off quickly hearing his hand collide with the wall and a loud grunt leaving his lips. He’s slightly heaving, breathing heavily and hair a bit messy in front of his face. You jumped a bit, backing up quickly when he immediately whipped around to trudge towards you, black combat boots making him taller then he already was. His large hand was quick to grab your jaw and squish your cheeks together just slightly. “No you fucking listen to me. Stop being a fucking bitch. Why do you have to pick at everything I fucking do, huh?! Huh?!” If he was a scrawny guy you’d say you’d be able to at least get free but no.. no he was a big guy, tall. Muscular, broad shoulders.. built chest. His biceps twitched slightly as his grip grew harder. There was no way you were escaping this. Not with him. Your small hands pushed at his arm and your eyes watered, a tear falling onto his fingers. Oh.. Jeff’s grip softened as he slowly let go. His form lowering himself so he was at your level. “Oh baby.. oh..” his hands hesitated before cupping your cheeks and his lips are kissing at the corners of your lips, trailing towards your ear. “I didn’t mean it..” his voice is deep, gruff and low in your ear as you immediately wrap your arms around his waist. “I’m sorry..” really it’s the only time you’ll get a sorry out of him, a genuine one at that.

Tobias Rogers

- he’s one of the ones who’s a bit more understanding. He can’t exactly understand physical pain or frustration but he can completely understand emotional pain and anger.. and how fucking awful it can be to handle. So when he’s stood, tall and lanky in front of you, hands swinging in the air and his voice raising he can suddenly feel the room shift to a hurt.. deep cut feeling.

- he tries not to yell he tries to hear you out when you both have an argument, but having BPD can be an issue when it comes to that.. you say one thing in a slight tone and he’s set off. Oh? So this is his fault suddenly? Why did you have to say it like that? You could have said it this way. Why do you have to be such a fucking asshole?

-when in reality that’s not how you meant it at all.. and yes Toby does feel bad for it afterwards he shouldn’t have lashed out that way, he should have sat and listened and maybe asked why you said it that way.. but sometimes things get the better of us.

-he’s not always the one to apologize afterwards but he does when he knows he really fucked up. He can’t lose you not to something so fucking stupid. “I-I’m sorry.. you didn’t deserve to hear that.. to e-endure any of that..” with a sniffle you look up at him teary eyed. Oh that really hurts. “It’s okay Toby” he’s immediately at your side, hands brushing your hair back and placing gentle kisses to your jaw. It kills him when you cry.

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“I don’t know Toby I’m just tired..” this is what set him off. The way you said it. You were tired? of this? Of him? Of this relationship? “Are you fucking serious?” He speaks with his teeth clenched together, his head resting in his hands before he’s looking up at your slowly. His body slightly twitches from time to time, though when he was angry it usually became an issue for him, twitching far too often, clearing his throat more aggressively. His tics would normally become more violent in some ways. “Are we just d-done then? That’s it just b-because you’re tired yo-you can’t fucking walk away-“ his arm flys up in the air as he stands, his hands coming to rub at his face and the patch of hair on his chin. His tired droopy eyes dart towards you. You didn’t necessarily start crying because he scared you it was more of the the stress of the situation. “Toby please that’s not what I meant.” He still hasn’t noticed as his tall figure is rambling on, tics making his occasional grip and smack to his leg but he of course can’t feel it. When he finally looks at you he realizes you’ve been crying and it stops. The room becomes quiet and he twitches a few more times before softly kneeling on the floor where you sat. “I shouldn’t have assumed like that.. I’m sorry..” he’s softly laying you down on the floor as his lips trail your neck, his hands placing your arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry.” He mumbles against your neck.

-Ben Lawman/drowned

- to be honest he’s probably not the one who started it. He’s usually pretty calm, and quiet…. Except for when he wants to act like a child and become ignorant and downright inappropriate.

-he can be perverted.. gross and this is usually where the arguments start, not that you don’t like him nor the way he acts it’s more when he says things he shouldn’t be saying. So you typically end up yelling at him and he will normally sit embarrassed and feeling a bit guilty.. he didn’t think you’d get so upset.

- on occasion if the argument isn’t about that and about something else he still is usually the one to just take it but there are rare moments where he snaps back. And when he does. Oh boy.

-constant pacing back and forth, hands in his hair, sharp glares at you and laughing in disbelief. He’ll sometimes say things he doesn’t mean. He’s usually not one to yell but when he does you aren’t really expecting it. So it scares you.. and the tears finally break.

- ben only stares for a moment. “Shit.” Yeah he fucked up big time. He immediately feels guilty and he immediately rushes towards you to pull you into a tight embrace. He didn’t mean to take it that far.. he really didn’t, knowing it was him who made you cry makes him want to break down himself.

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“You can hate me yknow, I won’t blame you, or be angry..” Ben mumbled against your hair, your sniffling shattering his dead heart even further. You look up at the blonde, your fingers lacing their way into his hair as you force a bit of a smile “I just.. I hate when we argue like that..” your voice breaks causing Ben to swallow. Oh no. There’s that lump in his throat. His hands rub at your back before feeling his way towards your lower half, squeezing gently. “I know babe. Don’t listen to me when I get like that yeah?” You give a gentle smile as he softly lifts you up, bringing you closer as he grabs his controller, getting ready to play his game and have you relax against him. Occasionally he’ll presses kisses to your forehead. He doesn’t like to talk about the arguments, maybe because he doesn’t know how to handle his emotions and yours at the same time or maybe he’s just scared it’ll lead to another argument, but he apologized like he always does and makes sure your comfy against him while he games. As long as you’re content with it, he’s content.

-Masky/ Tim Wright

- a bit like Jeff I just think he’s a bit more mellow, he won’t ever apologize unless he knows he’s actually in the wrong. Which ends up being majority of the time. You know he has his episodes, where he blacks out and doesn’t remember a lot of the things he ends up doing.

- he will sometimes black out during an argument. It’s not often but when he does it’s like arguing with a brick wall. Like Jeff he won’t listen. He refuses to listen to anything you say because In the moment he’s the one who’s right. But he’ll never go as far to say mean things like Jeff does. No Tim tends to stop himself before he does.

-he storms off frequently. I think he more or so hates the emotions that comes with this. He hates the yelling, the way you look at him with disbelief and anger.. Its more so he doesn’t feel like fucking shit up for being an asshole to someone who genuinely cares about him. So he leaves you to your emotions to figure out, and if they aren’t figured out by the time he gets back he tries his best to help. Even if he does seem annoyed.

- typically your arguments are more him being snarky, sarcastic and being too logical, he can raise his voice from time to time but he’s only ever yelled at you once, and he still beats him self up for it to this day. Seeing you cry at how angry he got, how you still reached out for him in your meltdown caused by him.. and you still reached for him.

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“They’re pills y/n, prescription pills. I’ll be fine you know I need to take them. Why do I need to keep telling you thi-“ you cut him off quickly your voice already laced with concern as it shook. “Because you take more then you should be taking Tim. I don’t like it I don’t want you to hurt yourself..” he understood where you came from yes but what you needed to do was stop it. Just stop worrying about him. “Please for the love of god, I’m fine! I’m fucking fine! I’ll be fine! Please just stop it. I hate how much you worry and stress yourself over me. They’re fucking pills, I take them when needed. So just stop!” Now he didn’t scream super loud, but it was loud enough for you to feel the lumpy tingly feeling in your throat bubble, your hands softly twisting together “s-sorry..” you squeaked out. Tears brimmed your eyes as your bottom lip quivered. He watched you carefully for a moment, grimacing a bit as he watched your face twist with sadness.. and you slowly making your way towards him. Tim opens his arms and quietly pulls you in, one hand rubbing at the back of your head and the other gripping your back. “I’m an asshole. I know you’re just worried.” He mumbled quietly, lips pressed to your forehead as you hide your face in his chest. “You’re okay..” he continues to mumble, awkwardly trying to find a way to comfort you further.

Hoodie/ Brian Thomas

-he’s quiet. Very quiet. I think he’s the most gentle when it comes to arguments with his S/O. He’s scared to hurt you, always in any circumstances. He’s more observant, he knows when the argument gets too much for you just by a single movement.

-though he does have his moments where he does get angry back, he can normally control his temper. Usually the argument starts by something he’s done so he can handle it, he can deal with it. He tells you “I promise I’ll change, just give me some time” and you believe him because he does change but then he falls back into his habits, leaving for weeks on end, taking too many pills, his stalker tendencies.

-the argument this time is unclear, you probably don’t even remember by the Time Brian starts yelling back at you. His hair is messy from running his hands through it one too many times, he’s clenching his fists and trying to breathe as he shakily keeps his voice down.

-even in moments like this he still thinks of you. Not wanting to hurt you nor scare you.. he just lets you have your outburst and then you both move on. But tonight was different.

-he tends to ignore you when he gets worked up in an argument. If he’s not yelling back then majority of the time he’s just silent. His back towards you. But only when he’s angry right back at you. He’ll give you that silent treatment for hours.

-but this time. He made you cry. And he’s stopped dead in his tracks, eyes softening, getting down on his knees and resting his head against your stomach,his hands holding onto your waist. Sigh… he just had to fuck shit up again didn’t he.

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“Brian you can’t just leave me for weeks on end.. you can’t just.. disappear then show up like nothings happened. Where do you go..? Is there someone else” at this point he’s just been listening to you, letting you vent out but when you suddenly accuse him of cheating on you.. he snaps. You really think HE would cheat on you?! It’s not like he didn’t spend months watching you, becoming so infatuated with you to the point that it would make anybody so fucking sick to their stomach. But he couldn’t tell you that he couldn’t tell you he’s loved you far longer. So he stands, looks at you with anger in his eyes, a hint of sadness flashing on his face “don’t fucking accuse me of cheating on you.” He points a shaky finger in your face “don’t you ever. You don’t understand the shit I’d do for you, the shit I DO for you.” He’s close now, watching as you look up at him shakily. “This S-still doesn’t explain where you go Brian.. you-“ he’s grabbing your wrist and pulling you close “no listen to me. I want to tell you I want to tell you so badly but I can’t. I can’t. I just can’t.” His eyes are averting he’s becoming shaky himself, he’s panicking. Trust him. Is what he wants to tell you, that It’ll all be okay, he’ll be okay in a couple of days, he’ll change just give him time.. but he can’t lie to you.. not now. It would only make shit worse for you in this moment. When he finally looks back at you he sees you staring up at him, not a word spoken but tears streaming down your face, and your wrists still held tight in his large hands. “I..” he softly brings your hand down, lowering himself to the ground as he watches you still stare straight ahead. He scared you. Brian goes silent and lets himself sit on his knees, his hands running up under your shirt to hold onto your waist and burying his head into your stomach. “I’m sorry” he whispered gently, shivering when he feels your hands curl into his hair and finally look down at him. You know he feels guilty. He’s only trying to protect you.

[merlucide]

INSECURITIES THEY FIND ATTRACTIVE

notes: lmao I was bored, NOT proofread so ik it’s kinda wonky lmao

wc: about 200 each

warnings: cursing

!! all of these “insecurities” are beautiful and unique! I’m just using some common insecurities, just bc they are listed doesn’t mean you should be insecure! You are perfect they way you are <3 !!

SMALL BOOBS

He loves your boobs. They are just so cute! He doesn’t care about the size of them, beside’s smaller the chest, bigger the heart! He thinks they’re just the right size, he can perfectly hold them so that’s a plus! He’ll still take a nap on them, boobs are boobs, no matter the size.

NAGI, RIN, OTOYA, sendou, chigiri, ness, niko, reo

STRETCH MARKS

Pls he thinks it’s the most sexy thing ever. He’ll trace the lines up and down with his index finger, telling you how cool your marks are. It truly baffles him that you don’t like your stretch marks.  He thinks they make you look badass, like a lightning scar. 

SHIDOU, BACHIRA, OLIVER, KARASU, REO, yukimiya, barou

THICK THIGHS

The gravitational pull couldn’t keep him away from your thighs. His head nuzzled into the soft flesh, while his hands rub and squish them. After a long day, or really whenever he feels like it, he’ll plop his head down on your thighs and falls right asleep. 

ISAGI, RIN, NESS, reo, nagi, otoya, barou

Bunny/buck teeth

Omg he literally cannot function- he’ll just stare at your mouth while you talk with a big ol’ grin on. He just thinks it’s so cute! Or whenever you’re concentrating and your teeth poke out, he think his heart just might burst. If he ever catches you talking down about yourself he’ll just have to show you how much he loves them with a kiss.

BACHIRA, KURONA, NESS, YUKIMIYA, charles, 

PUDGE

Pls he literally thinks it the best. You’re just so soft and squishy! You’re his personal teddy bear! His favorite part of you is your tummy. The butterflies he gets from looking at is it is crazy. He loves resting his head on your tummy while your pet his head. He loves it when you were tighter clothing so he can see your cute little pudge. 

REO, SENDOU, SHIDOU, KURONA, bachira, nagi, barou, ness

BEING SKINNY

He thinks it’s so funny how loose his clothes fit on you. He thinks your body is so pretty and delicate. he likes hold slender hands and kiss them. He loves the feeling of holding your hands in his. He goes around smuggly telling people he’s dating a supermodel. It’s not good to lie buuut, you totally could be a model 🤭

CHIGIRI, KAISER, hiori, otoya, rin, sae, ness

THIN THIGHS

He thinks they are just the perfect! He thinks it’s cute how big his pants are on you, since his thighs are humongous. He likes to have you sit on the bed while he sits on the floor between your thighs. His cheek will be squished against you, as you combs through his hair. It’s one of his favorite things. 

ISAGI, CHIGIRI, OTOYA, SENDOU, kurona, hiori, karasu, ness, kaiser, sae 

MUSCLES

…he really wants to be dominated by you. Like manhandle, please, he is practically begging you. He thinks your muscles are so fucking hot. Seriously, he thinks it’s the sexiest thing about you, it makes him feel all sweaty and nervous watching you flex your muscles.

KARASU, HIORI, SHIDOU, NESS, reo, 

FRECKLES / BEAUTY MARKS

You cannot and will not stop him from kissing every mole you have. He thinks they make you unique, he loves connecting each birth mark to one another like constellations. He’ll give your “constellations” dumb names too and create a whole story for them. He loves kissing all of your freckles<3

OLIVER, KURONA, BACHIRA, NESS, SHIDOU, isagi, barou, karasu, (sae too but less cute cus yk, it’s sae)

pls reblog/comment! Luv to hear what y’all think! And remember you are a sexy and gorgeous, don’t forget pooks<3

Made April 18th 2024

[veren-cos]

Asking out the Bachelors (SDV)

x disabled!reader

You presented him with a bouquet. But before he could speak, you interupt. "Now before you say anything!" He looks at you confused. "I want you to know before you make any big decisions that I am disabled. I get around fine enough, I mean, I can handle my farm and all. But some days it's rough. And I won't be able to. I might not have the energy for anything. I really- Really -like you, but I don't want to be hurt down the line because you can't deal with this." You put your heart on the line and awaited his response.

All Bachelor's below the cut

Harvey

• Gives you a big ol' hug

• Probably cries a little because he is so happy that you asked him out

• Hopes you don't notice

• You definitely do, but don't say anything because-how cute is he!

• The two of you just stay there for a second, because it's not like you can really move when you are trapped in a hug

• "Dear, having a disability is no big thing. So you need a little extra support sometimes. I am your man!"

• Literally will go to the ends of the Earth to help you when things are acting up

• When you go into more detail about it, he knows a lot already! (Duh he is a doctor)

• But he will do a lot more research about the specifics once you leave.

• He stays in that hug for a really long time before realizing that he never actually accepted your bouquet and becomes a bit of a flustered mess

• You think he is adorable

Sam

• As much as he likes to think he is sooooo cool, he is so happy that he just gives you a double thumbs up and a dopey grin

• He says, "Farmer you don't know how happy this makes me!"

• Invites you into his house to talk about things more, and plucks around his guitar while doing so.

• He doesn't know crap about disabilities, besides adhd and a few more common ones.

• But he is willing to learn!

• The two of you actually have a really long heartfelt conversation about it.

• Lots of hugs.

• Like he cannot get over the fact that you are dating now.

• Maybe a makeout session if the mood feels right?

Sebastian

• Kinda just stares at you for an uncomfortable amount of time

• You have no idea what he is thinking, and frankly neither does he.

• His brain is frying at the fact that you like him back.

• And then he is also panicking at the fact that you think he won't like you because of something you can't change!

• Grabs your hands once he snaps out of it, startles both of you

• "Yes!" He somewhat shouts, "yes! Yoba, I swear. I care for you and nothing about you will change that."

• Proceeds to just hold your hands and blush because OHMYGOSHMYCRUSHLIKESMEANDIJUSTTOLDTHEMILIKETHEMAND-

• Later when you talk about your disability more, he recognizes the name from late night internet browsing, and will do whatever he can for you when things get bad.

• Like Sam, there is a lot of communication about how he can help because he isn't well informed

Alex

• Literally picks you up???

• Idk he is weird (it's okay we still love him)

• Like holds you bridal style and gives you a big smooch on your cheek

• He doesn't care you have a disability

• Will do his best to learn how to help!!!

• Absolutely will take care of your farm and animals if need be

• When he sets you down he gives you an actual kiss

• Shows up at your farm the next day after talking to Harvey

• He wanted to learn a bit more about helping people with disabilities, now having two important people in his life that have them! (You and George)

• The two of you talk about everything

• Overall he'd be really good about it once he got going

Shane

If he was sober at the moment

• "We all have our problems, and yours is nothing."

• "I'm shocked you want to go out with me, but remember, this was your idea!"

• Aka, he tried to act all tough but when you look at his face, he is just a softy

• He has a slight blush on his face

• He is so happy you trusted him enough to tell him your personal business

• Won't be perfect by any means at helping when things get hard, but he tries

If he was drunk at the moment

• "I'm not dealing with that."

• And then he walks away.

• Regrets it so much when he sobers up but the damage was done

• If you felt that he deserved another chance it wouldn't be for a long time

• If you get together later, every time things flare up he just feels so guilty.

Elliott

(Apologies in advance for possibly being out of character. He is the one I know the least about-)

• Similar to Alex ngl (kinda?)

• He smiles at you, places his hand at the nape of your neck, and then gives you a kiss on the cheek

• Let's his head rest on your forehead for a few moments before accepting your bouquet

• Gives you a gentle kiss

• Will learn all of the things to know about your disability

• Makes sure you check in with Harvey about it whenever things get bad

• Will make you soup :) he knows it won't 'fix' anything, but he doesn't know when else to do when people aren't feeling good

• It's cute

• Will gives you cuddles after he accepts the bouquet, and makes sure to talk to you about what you need.

• He tells you, "nothing can change the way I feel about you. You are the light of my life." (Or some fancy poetry that idk how to write)

This is the first thing I've written that I've posted, so please lmk if I made a typo or something!!! And let me know if you want me to elaborate on any prompt. Or give me a prompt! I will be posting more, I just have to edit them.

Also I mostly write x reader, which I am down to make weirdly specific. Mostly fluff or hurt/comfort, but I am down for almost anything so if you have any fic you want written, lmk!!! I might not get to it for a while because, life, but we'll see! Hope you had fun reading, sorry for the long outro-

(Thank you to my friend for proofreading if you see this)

(Edited Alex's, thanks for pointing out George is disabled!)

[rotthepoet]

Continuing my mean lorenzo berkshire brainrot, he is so enemies to lovers coded.

Like he’s a 1990’s movie bully. Yknow that scene where Malfoy sends Potter a little animated note of him being struck by lightning??(i feel like it was prisoner of azkaban) yeah imagine that being thrown at your head. Like. Everyday in class

Hes like mean and pathetic and its WILD dude.

He so just shoves you when no ones looking- straight up pushes you into a fountain-

You dont even know what you did to get on his bad side! He doesnt even remember!

Its probably because this pretty(gender neutral) person(you) showed him up in class after he answered a question embarrassingly wrong. He wasnt a fan of that. No one can be that good looking and smart at the same time, that bitch is cheating!

He will be your downfall if you let him. Like. Sabotaging all the way. Your life will be hell.

His friends kinda noticed how hes different around you tho. Like he can be mean but not VIOLENT.

Its Theo that figures out its a crush. And he doesnt let him live it down.

“Ohhh there goes your girlfriend, gonna go trip her again to see up her skirt you creep?”

Things like that but im not a posh Italian boy in a British boarding school so, like, phrase it better.

There are two ways you could get him to stop.

Slapping him or crying infront of him.

Both would make him slow tf down and short circuit.

1. If you slap him, hes going to look down at you with the dumbest look. Like. No thoughts behind those wide eyes. Scream at him, shove him, stomp away. he raises a hand to his cheek and grins so big because you touched him! He lowkey gets a little bit ✨freaky✨and imagines it all over again later. The bullying stops. He cant stop staring at you and following you everywhere though. Youre not sure which is worse lmao.

2. Bless your heart if you cry infront of him. He feels so bad suddenly its not even funny. Hes like half hugging you awkwardly to ‘comfort’ you and is lowkey trying to apologize without saying the words “im sorry” its kinda just pathetic and weird. If you run away crying he feels like a dick and leaves you alone for a bit :/ the cutie is crying and its his fault wtf this is so twisted! He might buy you a little treat to make up for it.

Once he falls he falls HARD. like downright obsessed. Blaise had to knock him upside the head because he wouldn’t shut up about you.

He’ll be talking to a girl and see you and literally push her away by the head so he can walk and talk to at you.

“Hey hows your day going? Did you do something with your hair? Youre going to potions, yeah? Let me walk you.”

And youre like. What?? He was telling you that you reek not even a month ago?? Is he gaslighting you? This new form of bullying is weirddd

and then he starts presenting you with gifts and trying to hold your hand like wtf?? He blows you a kiss from his broom on the quidditch field. Steals the damn mic and says “this win was for ___” and points at you and youre like “hello??? Who are you?? Get away from me?”

But eventually you fold and it turns out hes a nice guy. Somehow. You sometimes look baxk and think “how did i get here?? Where the hell am i??” But then he gives you a big ol smooch and it all gets better.

[baronessvonglitter]

Cherry, Cherry 🍒 Chapter 5 🍒

"The Party & the Long Walk Home"

pre-outbreak! AU!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Word count: 3,853

Summary: Sarah tags along with you at a party, ending in a confession you never expected.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, underage drinking (reader --Sarah takes a small sip), drug use 🌿(reader), big ol' age gap (reader is 18, Joel is 35), kissing, some dry humping, reader has hair long enough for a ponytail and wears a skirt, reader's race not mentioned, no use of y/n

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"I can't wait to go to parties," Sarah says as she leafs through a pile of clothes on your bed. You've gone through everything in your closet and can't find anything to wear. While you're frustrated, Sarah finds it fascinating. She doesn't have an older sister or even any close cousins to experience this with. Having no younger sisters yourself, you are pleased that she's absorbed in the intricacies of this level of life.

"You'll be going to parties soon enough," you tell her, watching with a sisterly care as she puts outfits together with her own style in mind. "Some of this stuff is kinda small for me now. You can have them if you want," you offer a couple of tanks tops and shorts, recalling the dates you'd gone on in those clothes, the trips to Astroworld, weekends in Galveston. You don't know when you'll do any of those things again, or if you'll have someone to do them with. Joel still looms large in your mind, your flirtatious teasing from earlier today still fresh on your mind. You want to see him again, but you're not sure how to instigate such a plan, but being neighbors is an advantage.

Then she asks exactly what you think she's going to ask: "Can I go with you?"

You shake your head. "Absolutely not. Your dad would kill me."

Sarah shrugs. "He doesn't have to know."

"Trust me, he'll know. Plus it's gonna be an older crowd. I don't think it would be safe for you."

Sarah's quiet, and when you look at her you see vexation in her expression. "Your dad trusts me with you," you explain. "And he's the last person I want mad at me."

"Do you like him or something?" Sarah asks suddenly, accusatorily.

You freeze while brushing your hair, keeping your eyes on the mirror at your vanity. "What, like.. what do you mean?"

"You like him. I'm not stupid. The pool party," she says, starting to count on her fingers. "You're always coming around, and when you look at him there's this stupid little grin on your face and you blush.. you have a crush on my dad and it's so weird."

You don't know what to say. In fact she's more astute than you give her credit for. "Sarah, I--"

"It's okay," she cuts you off with a wave of her hand. "I mean, most of my friends do. Have a crush on him, I mean. I'm used to it by now. And he doesn't look at my friends the way he looks at you."

Your heart both stills and pounds, the sound growing louder in your ears. "What do you mean?" You realize you're starting to sound like a broken record.

Sarah looks like she's said something she hasn't meant to. "Forget it. It's weird."

"It's not weird," you try to convince her.

"It is! I mean, I catch him staring at you sometimes, even just staring at your house like he's waiting for you to come out."

You try to keep your expression neutral, but you feel your face blush. "You're probably imagining it," you tell her to try to make her feel better.

She just shakes her head. "Maybe.. how would you feel if your father liked your best friend?"

"I haven't seen him since I was about your age, so I wouldn't know."

She gets quiet, playing with the little fairy lights that hang on your headboard. You get the feeling that she understands, in some way, what it's like when a parent goes away.

"We don't have to talk about your dad," you tell her. "I guarantee he's not interested in me that way. He probably thinks I'm way too young for him anyway." But now you're tempted to ask if he talks about you, mentions you in even the most mundane of conversations. You wish you could see yourself through his eyes, as cliche as it sounds.

Sarah watches you from the corner of her eye, and you hate to wonder what she's thinking, because maybe she's being protective of her father. Wouldn't you be? "This is the weirdest conversation I've ever had," she mutters.

This wrenches a little chuckle from you. "Yeah, me too."

She goes quiet again and you wonder just how deeply this unsettles her, because if it's not a big deal then why does it seem to dominate the room?

"I think he's kinda cute," you admit, as if that's all you have thought of him, as if he's an afterthought to everything else in your life.

A little smile appears, lifting the corners of Sarah's face. "Ew."

You finally decide on a belted denim mini-skirt and a baby blue halter top. You're a little out of your comfort zone of your usual graphic tee and cutoff shorts, but you also want to make a good impression. And, if Joel just happens to see me dressed up, that wouldn't be so bad. You clasp on a silver charm bracelet and swipe on a shimmery pink nail polish, Your hair is styled up, a casual ponytail with soft tendrils framing your face. Sarah helps you put this look together, and in this you have reset your bond of friendship.

You watch movies together at her place, hoping that Sarah will fall asleep first so you can leave without feeling guilty. The only other option is taking her with you to the party and, well, that's not really an option. You're halfway through watching The Blair Witch Project when Sarah goes upstairs. You assume she's getting ready for bed, and when the time Hailey has texts you she's here to pick you up, you get ready to leave, and Sarah comes out after you. She's dressed up similarly to you, looking older, more mature.

"What are you doing?" you ask at the same time she says, "I'm coming with you."

"Like hell you are!" You're shocked that she would even think of coming along. "I already told you no."

Hailey honks her horn as you and Sarah argue on the porch.

"Please! Just for a little bit! My dad's gonna be out all night, he's never gonna know! Please," Sarah begs.

You feel bad for even considering it. But you can't force her back inside. She's not a child, and you remember being her age. The party is just a few blocks away, and you can get a ride back. You'll think of something, you're sure.

"One hour, no more," you say sternly, and let her in the car with you.

At Hailey's, the music greets you first, loud, booming, making everything around you alive. Inside is full of people talking, laughing, dancing, drinking from beer bottles or red solo cups. It's old hat to you, but Sarah is fascinated, sticking by your side. "Just stay with me," you tell her anyway.

You lose Hailey, who joins another group doing shots in the dining room, and make yourselves at home in the kitchen, picking over the rest of Hailey's birthday cake. You consider this is the safest place for her. "It's kind of like what you see in the movies," she says, eyeing the bottles of alcohol and mixers on the counter.

You smile and pour her a soda. "Just pretend there's already alcohol in this and nobody will try to coerce you into drinking," you smirk. You pour one for yourself, and manage to sneak in a little rum when she's not looking.

The crowd is mostly people from Starbucks, and a few older people you feel are too sketchy for you and Sarah to be around. "I thought you said we could be here for an hour. Can we at least walk around?" she asks, as if reading your mind.

"Sarah, I really don't think--"

"Come on! This is probably the only party I'll ever get to go to," she whines, which is so unlike her.

"All right, fine," you pour yourself a little more rum and coke, and bring her to the garage where there's a game of beer pong going on, mostly guys cheering and cursing. You roll your eyes. "Interesting enough for you?" you playfully elbow her. "Just think: this is what I have to look forward to for the next four years." You bring her out to the backyard where most of the action is. Colored LED lights hang in canopy fashion between the trees, a large trampoline sits, empty, in the corner. "Jump?" you suggest to Sarah. She nods eagerly and you get on, downing your drinks and leaving the empty cups on the ground. You jump gingerly at first, testing the endurance of the trampoline, then you both start jumping, laughing, falling down, getting back up. You can't remember the last time you jumped on a trampoline. Your mother was always overprotective, so you never owned anything that could be counted as fun because she worried you'd get hurt. And now you revel in this feeling, this little rush of freedom. Nobody knows where you are, nobody has tabs on you, and you're pretty sure if you jump high enough you might just fly up to the stars..

Then it's interrupted when a couple of guys come up through the netting and watch you and her. Not that you're unfriendly, but you do have Sarah to look out for. "Can we join you?"

Sarah looks to you and you see the hope in her eyes. "Sure," you say, with an edge of wariness to your voice.

You stop jumping as they climb in, and when they sit, so does Sarah. You sigh and join them. It's still a little unsteady when one of you moves, making little bouncy waves on the trampoline. One of the guys pulls out a joint from his shirt pocket and lights it up, passing it to his friend after taking a puff. You look nervously towards Sarah. This is probably the best time to leave. "She can't," you tell them. "She's on probation. She has a parole officer and everything." It's a little white lie, and one you hope will A.) get them to leave her alone and B.) make her feel kind of cool with an older crowd.

"What about you?" The second guy asks, handing you the joint.

Just once, it's not like I haven't done this before.

Shrugging, you take it and inhale deeply, coughing a little as you exhale and pass it back to the first guy.

"Y'all new around here?" they ask of you and Sarah.

"We're here for the weekend," you lie confidently. "We're from LA."

"No shit? Cali babes. What are your names?"

"Shayla," Sarah says, owning it. "And this is my sister Diamond."

You try not to laugh. The alcohol and the weed are already getting to you. "Yeah. Same mom, different dads."

The guys give one another a look, and you don't know if they're buying your story or just laughing at it. "I'm Mike and this is Emilio," they introduce themselves.

You pass the joint between the three of you until it's done, and Mike brings out some apple brandy in a brown paper bag. This time you don't bat an eye when Sarah grabs the bottle after your sip, and you burst with laughter as she takes a drink and coughs, dismissing her future turns.

Not long after, you're all laying on the trampoline, staring up at the night sky. The stars are numerous, like diamonds sprinkled upon dark velvet. Mike and Emilio are nice, not flirtatious, and respect the boundaries you've put up from the get-go. There's a nice, buzzy feeling in your brain and in your heart. Next to you, Sarah reaches her hand out and you hold it.

"It's been more than an hour." Her voice sounds sleepy.

"Hmm? Oh shit." You pull out your phone and look at the time. "It's almost midnight, Cinderella. Time to leave the ball." Your voice sounds odd, and you feel your heartbeat in your ears as you get up. The bouncy movements of the trampoline make you dizzy. "Ready?" you ask her.

There's a commotion from within the house, and people are rushing outside to the patio. "Cops!" someone shouts, and you and the others are alert. "Shit! We've gotta get out of here," you tell Sarah. The guys are already gone, having leapt over the fence and into a neighbor's yard.

You and Sarah follow some people going through a door in the fence, it leads to a darkened area near the highway. Beyond there are lights for hotels, gas stations, and fast food restaurants. "It's too dangerous," you tell Sarah. But can you go back? You take a right, going into the grassy area beneath an underpass, and hear footsteps following you. You know it's not the cops but in your paranoid state you can't be sure. Your grip on Sarah's hand remains tight.

A few of the partygoers, including yourselves, split up, some going towards the lighted areas, but your neighborhood is the other way. It's dark, little traffic, but that doesn't mean it's safe. You follow the highway until it reaches an exit into a more residential area. In your inebriated state you focus harder on recognizing the landmarks. There's a motel, and an all-night restaurant next adjacent. "This way," you tell Sarah, and walk together, trying to stay under the streetlights and out of the shadows. You're out of danger of being caught or arrested, but you still have to make it home. "Shayla and Diamond?" you repeat, recalling the names Sarah had given yourselves. "You had to give us the most stripper-like names, huh?"

Sarah grins. "If you're gonna give fake names, they'd better be good ones."

You pass a few businesses and come up on a bar, with loud rock music blasting as people went in or out. Not a safe place, so you hurry, even though your feet hurt and you desperately just want to sit and take a rest. The world is spinning and you feel like you might fall off. "We make a right here, and then we're just a few blocks from home," you sigh, already dreaming of falling face-first onto your comfortable bed.

"I'm sorry I was such trouble," Sarah says quietly as you enter the dark neighborhood. Dogs bark in the distance, crickets chirp loudly. "I just wanted to go out for some fun.."

"Some fun we had. Party got busted, we almost got in trouble. Your dad would have had a heart attack if he'd had to come get you from the police station."

"Promise you won't tell him?" Sarah's eyes are wide, innocent in the light of the moon.

"Promise," you say, with as much of a smile as your tipsy/high/tired self can give.

You've spoken too soon.

Behind you a truck flashes its high beams and you both turn. You're walking on the sidewalk, so there's no reason for anyone to do that. You both ignore it but he speeds up to catch up with you.

"What the hell's your problem, asshole?" you shout, freezing when you see the driver.

It's Joel.

And he looks pissed as hell.

Your brain races to think of something to say, but in an instant he reaches over to unlock the passenger door. "Get in," he commands, and Sarah dutifully gets in first, followed by you. The bench seats allow you to sit all together, and even before you've closed the door behind you, Joel takes off. It's dead quiet until he speaks.

"What the hell were you both doin' out this late?" His question is aimed at you. You're the adult. You should know better.

Sarah cuts in. "It's my fault, Dad. I made her take me to this party," she says.

"Bullshit! You have no business bein' at a party this late, dressed like a-- like a slut," he utters this last line with a glance in your direction and you want to crawl into the earth. You pull up your halter top and put your arms over your thighs to cover yourself from his accusatory gaze.

"Dad, you have no right to say that!" Sarah sticks up for the both of you.

"You're my daughter and I won't have you puttin' yourself at risk like this. Now tell me the truth: where were you? Did you drink? God damn it, did you do anything else?"

"She didn't," you cut in. It's a lie, because Sarah had that one experimental sip of brandy, but you don't feel bad about this little white lie. "She was safe with me the whole time. The party got busted and we made a run for it. That's the truth."

Joel shakes his head. "I never expected this, not from you."

You feel shame like a poison in your veins. You want to cry.

The three of you remain quiet the rest of the ride home. Joel's anger, his disappointment, weighs down the air, makes the atmosphere heavy. You feel nauseous.

He pulls up to his own driveway. "Sarah, go inside. Wait for me in the living room. We're gonna have a long talk,"

Sarah, with a despondent look in your direction, gets out as you scoot over. She goes inside the house and you make your way out too until Joel calls you back.

"Me and you ain't done."

Your heart is banging in your chest and you get back in. You've never dealt well with getting in trouble. For the most part you've walked a straight line, maybe done a few things you shouldn't have, but never have you gotten someone else in trouble with you.

"I'm sorry," you whisper when he takes forever to talk.

"I thought I knew you better. Thought you had a good head on your shoulders." Joel's voice expresses his disappointment, tinged with anger.

"It was a mistake. It won't happen ever again. I--" you shake your head, on the verge of tears.

He sees you start to cry and he sighs, trying to collect himself. "Don't cry. It's just.. you know why I'm real fuckin' mad, don't ya?"

You nod. There's hope in your chest that you'll be let off the hook. But you never can tell with Joel.

"I'd be mad too. You have every right to be mad. Just.. don't be mad at Sarah. Take it out on me." You're leaning close to him, your eyes begging for leniency. "Leave her out of it, she's a kid. There were many ways out of this and I didn't take any of them. It's my fault alone, and I'm sorry."

He's looking down at his lap, his profile lit up by the streetlight that stands between your house and his. "Joel?.." Something in you is brave when you scoot closer to him, and it all becomes a blur as you gently turn him to face you, and your lips touch his cheek.

His beard is a little rough, and feels exactly as you'd imagined it would beneath your kiss. You feel him tremble, and as you pull away his eyes open to take in the sight of you. He whispers your name as he cups your face in his hands, all his anger gone, replaced with something new. His breath shudders as he moves his touch to your arms, your sides, fingertips lightly skimming over the bare skin between your top and your skirt. You make a sound of surprise and need, and when he hears it he brings your lips to his in a crashing kiss.

Your heart throbs as you eagerly lean into his kiss, and he grabs your waist, pinning you to straddle his lap. His tongue explores your mouth as he cups the back of your head. He tastes like beer and cigarettes, and when you suck on his tongue he emits a deep groan, shifting his hips upward against you so you can feel that he wants you. You rub yourself against the hardness in his jeans, giving little gasps, searching for a way to alleviate the ache that's built up inside you. He grabs your ass as you move, guiding you over him, lifting your skirt until his fingers find the edge of your panties.

It's going to happen! It's finally going to happen! Your brain rejoices, but just as you're about to tell him you want this, he pulls away, gently removing you from his lap. He leans back in his seat, hands covering his eyes, taking deep breaths.

"Joel, what's wrong?" you ask in a small voice.

"FUCK!" his hand slams the steering wheel. He takes another deep breath, not looking at you. "We can't do this."

"What-- why not?" You feel shameful suddenly, like the slut he said you were dressed as just ten minutes before.

"You need to get out and go home. I'll talk to Sarah about this, but you and I need to forget about.. this."

You're so ashamed you could cry. "What did I do?" you ask in that same small voice.

"I just.. can't, sweetheart. We can't."

"I don't know what you think of me, but I've never.. I never have.. I'm a virgin," you practically whisper.

Joel gives a bitter laugh and runs his hands through his hair, eyes closed in longing. "Baby, that ain't makin' things any easier."

"So you don't want me."

"Sweetheart, you're beautiful, you're funny, you're smart, I like you a helluva lot. Of course I want you. You felt how much I want you, right?"

You nod.

"We've both been drinkin', and I'm pretty sure you're a little high right now. I can't take advantage of ya. I won't. As much as I want to be the first to bury my cock into that tight wet pussy, I fuckin' won't take advantage."

Your heart skips a beat, hearing him say these things, and your cunt throbs in response. But you don't know what to say.

"I'm sorry, but you gotta walk yourself home. I don't trust myself around ya, not right now," he says.

You shake yourself out of your fantasy and nod again, rearranging your clothes as you get out. The taste of him is still on your tongue, you can still feel his large, rough hands on your skin and his clothed hardness rubbing between your thighs. Even if you never see him again, this is all you will think about for the rest of your life, ever.

"Good night, Joel," you say softly, getting out and closing the door behind you. Shivering even though the night is warm, you hold yourself as you walk to your house, unlock the door and get in. Lights off, you peek through the windows as you watch Joel finally emerge from the truck. For a moment he goes towards his own house, then changes his mind and heads directly to your door. You gasp as you see him start to come up the porch steps, then he forces himself to turn back, walking resolutely to his own house, door shut for the rest of the night.

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dividers by @saradika-graphics 👑

[ithinkabouttzu]

Hi!! I recently read your works, they're soooo good!! I loved the ateez ones!!!

Also idk if you're taking requests rn or not but like omg, the tiktok dance trend for Fantasize, yk that? Damn my feed has been filled with that and that only 😭😭and I wanna do it soooo bad and like surprise someone with it but like I'm single af so I can only rely on an ateez reaction 😭😭 so here I am, requesting you to do an ateez reaction when their s/o dances to fantasize Infront of them :')

Ateez’ reaction to their s/o dancing in front of them.

genre! Romance; fluff

warnings! None (i don’t think)

description! The members of Ateez reaction to you (their s/o) dancing in front of them for the first time

a/n: I’m so sorry this was so late, it was cute!! Since it was so late I just made it “dancing in front of their s/o” but it could be with any dance of your choice, no specifics!

Hongjoong: He is surprised but also proud? He thinks you look amazing as you’re dancing and can’t show any other reaction other then his jaw completely dropped to the floor. “Where did you learn this dance? Can you teach me now?”

Seonghwa: He immediately blushes when you start to dance. He’s stuck in a trance honestly. You look so good and he can’t take his eyes off you even if he wanted to. He’ll probs just stare at you like he’s seen a ghost until he finally tells you how amazing your dance was.

Yunho: The biggest smile appears on his face. As a dancing machine himself- he’s so freakin proud to see his pretty s/o dancing so nicely. Let’s not forget how attractive he thinks it is too. Like he’s drooling at your dance, almost. He’ll give you a big ole kiss afterwards.

Yeosang: Gives you the prettiest smile a guy can give. He really thinks you super cool and sexy. The way your body moves so easily is honestly breathtaking. Afterwards he’ll ask you to do the dance with him but he’s just saying that so he can see you dance again.

San: He probably knows the dance tbh and might just start dancing with you LOL. For real though, he would think you look so sexy doing that dance. You make him want to kiss you all over until you know how good of a dancer you are. It’s honestly just super cute to him.

Wooyoung: He stares at you like a weirdo, watching your body move in all different ways. He can’t help but feel some type of way. He gets the biggest butterflies at then end, when you finish. When you ask him how it was all he can say was, “Do the dance for me again please prince/princess”

Mingi: He randomly gets really shy x. Like it just makes him realize that his s/o is perfect. To him at least. I mean, You can dance, and you’ve gotta perfect personality. What more can he ask for. He gets really happy and excited and his reaction makes your heart flutter for sure.

Jongho: He feels very content watching you dance. You really wanted to show him this dance so he makes sure to watch very attentively, but he just feels so good. I can definitely see him looking like a proud mother while watching you lol 😭 Def proud but he also thinks you’re so prettyyyyy

Hope you enjoyed! If you liked this, make sure to like or reblog!

[theoceansluvr]

Tim Drake x Baker! Reader

warnings; threats ? not against the reader or Tim author's notes; MY ALL TIME FAV !! I LOVE YOU TIM DRAKE😞 another indulgent work bc i haven't baked in years and every time i get a new favorite character i have to project my baking habits onto them <9 i yapped a lot but he's my lil guy so he deserves it

he LIVES for your baking

literally if you make pastries he's the first one to eat one and tell you how they're amazing

you might not be Alfred but he'll be damned if he says you aren't competing with him

i feel like he really likes scones ?? idk but make those and you have his whole heart

not that you didn't already-

he's a sucker for any kind of pastry really

he loves cupcakes and cookies don't get him wrong

but absolutely nothing beats muffins in the morning he doesn't care

specifically blueberry !

if your anything like me you hate other people being in the kitchen while you bake

and as much as he'd love to help you out

he's terrified of getting yelled at for trying to sample the batter

never again

but you do let him sit at the kitchen island while you work so he doesn't mind

since he's a tragic insomniac, you usually find yourself baking so he'll have something to eat at the wee hours of the night

he gives you a big ole kiss each time as thanks !

if you sell your stuff he makes absolute sure you get your money.

has ans will threaten to ruin someone's life over this

he means business when it comes to you

which also means chasing his brothers throughout the house because they stole the cookie that was left out for him.

every single time.

you've learned to just start making extras at this point because gods know these boys don't know how to behave

not Tim related but you've probably made Damian little animal shaped cookies

you are now his favorite person because of this. not that he'll ever tell you

back to Tim !

uses that good ole Wayne money to buy you the best stuff <9

only the finest ingredients for his rose i fear !

matching aprons even though he doesn't helpT^T

he thought they were cute and you couldn't argue

drops the worst hints whenever he wants you to make something like

"Oh wow you know what would be sooo good ? *Insert whatever baked goods you'd like*. It's so tragic we don't any.."

he's the worst and i love him

you bake every single one of his birthday cakes and nobody is complaining

it saves the time and energy PLUS everybody loves your baking !

and Tim slightly gets to brag about how good you are at it

(all of the Wayne kids show off their partners if you couldn't tell-)

he would LOVE spice cake and i can't explain why ?

sure he could eat any kind

but spice cake just does it for him

tried to bake you something once and he still hasn't gotten the flour out of his hair

Alfred almost had a heart attack when he found him on the kitchen floor with a cookbook

Tim made him swear to never tell you or anybody in the house..

it's a great wedding story though

he's your favorite and best taste tester as well ! he's fairly honest about what's good and what isn't

those detective skills also come to use with this for some odd reason ? can't explain why

with all that being said !

he's my absolute favorite man ever and he's perfect and he deserves everything i have ever baked !💛

[angel-of-the-moons]

NSFW

Ive been dying for a part two of intrusive thoughts, or just Pavitr being a good loving husband if that alright wanting to try something new like a position or technique you choose.

Btw I REALLY love your work<33

ILYSM AND I AM SO SO SO SO SOOOOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG???

My first attempt at real NSFW with a GN!Reader! (Related to my previous ask, Intrusive Thoughts)

Impending Actions

Pavitr Prabhakar x GN!Spider Person!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, SMUT, just plain ole smut, semi-public sex, risky sex. Pavitr can read minds! :D

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

And, of course... Pavitr is aged up, before an anon comes shouting into my inbox about him again. (Seriously, does that guy just not read my warnings at all in my pinned post??)

Dividers by @/across-the-art-verse

When Pavitr had developed his latent mind-reading powers, you didn't anticipate him on just reading your thoughts out of the blue. Let alone at work.

Especially not the rather... risque thoughts you had about him.

You were ever the power couple, defending Mumbattan and your universe from threats both big and small, as well as helping out other dimensions from time to time when Miguel called on you.

But sometimes, bless his golden-retriever shaped heart, Pavitr was naturally curious. He would read your mind sometimes without even meaning to, just usually wanting to "pop in" to see how yo u were really feeling in the moment. If you were secretly upset, angry, sad... And of course, inasenly horny.

That one he discovered, came from a rather risky fight, typically if you'd gotten hurt in some way. To "remind you that you were alive" one of your thoughts had said.

And, well... Today, you were recouping from a tough fight with one universe's Rhino variant. He had tossed you rather roughly into a wall, knocking you unconscious and leaving Pavitr to carry you back to Spidey HQ's medical bay, where Peter A (the Spider-Man everyone affectionately referred to as "Spider-Medic") began to treat you.

When you woke up, you were sore for sure, but otherwise perfectly fine. Your minor healing factor had been sped up a little with a serum from Miguel's universe to heal any fractures you had, and Peter A had given you a clean bill of health, but recommended you take time off to rest properly.

Pavitr had sought you out, immediately threading your hands together as he left you through the halls.

"Pav, I'm okay." You assured him as he pulled you along, "Really. Peter just said I need some rest and I'll be fine in a few days."

"I know..." Pavitr mumbled, his fingers squeezing yours tightly for a second. "I'm just... I'm happy you're okay. It was... It was scary watching you just--just fly through the air like that, y'know?"

You ought his hand back until he comes to a stop, pulling your masks up before giving him a soft and sweet kiss, "I know, honey. But I'm here. I'm alive. So let's just take that for what it is, okay?"

Pavitr's mouth hung open in a short breath as he processed your words; before yanking his mask back down as he dragged you around a corner and to a nearby door. Looking around to see if anyone was following you two or coming, Pavitr opened the door and pulled you inside.

It was some kind of utility closet. One that didn't appear to be frequently used, judging by the thin layer of dust that covered the metal boxes stacked so meticulously.

"Pav, what are we--"

He cut you off by ripping his mask off and dropping it to the floor, cupping your cheeks as his lips crashed into yours. The gasp that left your lips giving him an opening to slip his tongue past them to eagerly dance with yours.

You moaned softly, sinking your fingers into his silky dark hair; your mouths only parting when you needed to breathe.

"P-Pav..." You groaned when he turned you around and pushed you against the wall, one of his hands yanking the bottom half of your suit down to your thighs--giving him access to where he knew you had imagined him being more than once. Maybe not in a storage closet, but...

You yelped and whimpered when he spit onto his fingers, slipping them between your legs to prep your hole, gently probing and thrusting them in and out of you to stretch you out in preparation for him.

Your moans and squirming had his dick already half-hard, the thrill of it all sending a rush through his bloodstream.

"S-somebody might catch us, P-Pavitr..." You whimpered, your cheek pressing into the thin dust that coated the box; dirtying half of your mask and the front of your suit as heat coiled low in your belly while Pavitr playing with your clenching hole.

"Th-that's what you like, isn't it?" He panted, trying to keep his voice level. But it was difficult, the sounds you were making, the way your body felt around his fingers, and oh how painfully hard he was...

"Y-you like the thought that s-somebody might catch us?" He asked, pulling his fingers out of you gently; leaning in to whisper in your ear. "Just let it happen, lovie..."

You groaned as you felt his erection press against your ass while he leaned in. You arched your back, grinding against him. The way his teeth snagged his bottom lip to suppress the groan that stayed trapped in his throat had your toes curling.

"Fuck..." You gasped softly.

Pavitr leaned back, his dark chocolate eyes hazy and needy for you as he fished his dick from his suit, not wasting any time in guiding it into your prepped entrance.

The sound that came from you when he pushed into you had Pavitr lunging to cover your mouth, "E-easy!" He shushes you, panting softly as he bottomed out.

You moaned against his hand, eyes rolling back as he set a quick, sharp pace for the both of you. The adrenaline from your near-death experience coupled with the thrill of possibly being caught had you both so strung out you knew neither of you were going to last long.

Especially not with hoe the head of his cock brushed that sinfully divine spot inside of you, pressing hard against it with every grind of his hips.

His name leaves your lips, muffled by his hand as he whimpers and grunts in your ear; the soft slap of his suit against your skin even more quiet than the pleasured sounds you both were making.

Your thighs ached and trembled as that familiar burn snaked its way through your core; pleasure thrumming along your veins like a potent drug as Pavitr drove himself deep with evert frantic rut of his hips.

"A-are you g-gonna--" He moaned, "Gonna..."

You nodded, whimpering and whining into the palm of his hand. You both knew full well how loud you could get--and if he removed his hand from your mouth you would definitely give the two of you away and the embarrassment would last a lifetime afterwards--so he kept it firmly planted over your lips, his other hand gripping your hips to help guide you back against his every thrust.

Your orgasm slammed into you with a dizzying punch; your sounds of euphoria muffled still; maybe he could hear them when you two got home.

The way you clenched, your silky, searing walls gripping him so tightly... it was the most addictive feeling he ever could indulge in. He would never get tired of how good it felt to be inside of you when you orgasmed.

"I-I'm gonna--" He grunted tightly, his jaw clenched so hard you thought he might snap his mandible.

His heavy breaths ghosted over the exposed skin of your neck as he thrust once, twice... and you shuddered and cried softly as you felt his hot spend coat your walls and paint them a nice, milky white.

His body went slack, collapsing against you as his cock throbbed and twitched in the aftermath of his own climax. He wrapped his arms around your midsection and pulled you against him, kissing your exposed neck and tickling the short hairs there.

"Ah..." You sighed in bliss. "We... mmm. We should hurry up and go before we're missed..."

"Y-yeah..." He babbled, pulling out of you and making you both trembled and your breath stutter at the loss of warmth.

You both fussed, brushing the dust (as best you could, anyway) from each other's suits and hair and yanking your masks back down to conceal your flushed expressions--but not before exchanging a quick kiss.

You left the storage room, hand in hand, a sway in your steps due to your jelly-legs, absolutely content. And... excited, thinking about what kind of trouble the two of you were going to get up to when you got home...

"Really?" Pavitr gasped, his mask-eyes going wide as he gawked at you. "Y-you're already thinking about..."

"Hey! We had a deal, you jerk!" You laugh, bumping his shoulder to yours.

Pavitr chuckled softly, "Okay, okay... I can't help it sometimes, though! It's like my brain looks for yours for like--like a hug or something!"

You roll your eyes with a sarcastic snort.

Your watches beep, and as you looked at them, Lyla's tiny avatar appeared on your wrists.

"Heya, kids! Have fun with your little closet rendezvous?" She grinned, flicking her glasses down the bridge of her nose as she waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

You were thankful for your masks, because... ohhh... your faces. Your poor, poor faces...

"H-how do you--" You sputtered.

Lyla laughed and tapped her foot, "Well, next time you two are gonna sneak off for a quickie... Make sure there are no cameras."

You both simultaneously felt your hearts drop, before she started talking again.

"And take off your watches. Your bio-signs were definitely telling a story, there. Whew!" She laughed, slapping her knee.

The AI smirked up at the two of you as you began to panic, and she smirked playfully.

"Don't worry." She winked, "I disabled the cameras and switched your monitors to my private feed. As far as the Big Guy is concerned, you guys just took them off for a while and are resting in one of the suites."

"Lyla, don't you ever--" You blurted.

"Hey, I'm not gonna tell! I'm your homie, kids. Remember that! Snitches and stitches and all that. Bye!" She laughed comically before vanishing.

You and Pavitr shared shell-shocked expressions, about to speak before Lyla blipped back into view to say something;

"Oh, and my advice? Wrap it before you tap it, kids!"

As her avatar winked out of existence, you and Pavitr made a dead sprint, hastily typing your dimension into your Goobers so you could make it home to avoid dying of embarrassment.

[floshav]

yearning for you pt.1

pairings: regulus black x fem! reader

wordcount: 1.6k ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

warnings: mean draco, mean blonde girl (smh) im sorry blondies, 2 heartbreaks, mentions of regulus's fingers being attractive(idk why this is a warning) Oh yea we have phones in this fic so kinda modern au?

summary: when draco seemingly leaves her for the pretty new thing of hogwarts, she finds her once bright heart slither into nothing but a dark piece of cold coal trying to wonder what she's ever done wrong to be left for, until someone that once lurked in the shadows comes to light and brings the fire back into her black coal heart once more. That person being the infamous regulus black that everyone seemed to misunderstand.

It had been 2 months. 2 months exactly of Draco and y/n officially being together. Today marked their 2nd anniversary and it was all that occupied y/n's "lovestruck" mind

"So..... What'd you think he's gonna do this time?" Daria sang sweetly as she began flipping through her selection of same coloured robes to choose for the day, like it made a difference at all which one she'd choose.

"I don't know, maybe a bouquet of flowers? a box of chocolates? They all seem a bit cheesy tho-" y/n sapped out whilst playing with her fingers as if they were the most interesting on earth.

"Oh come on y/n.. atleast he's gonna give you something rather than forgetting like Dean did last week." Daria sighed whilst finally picking out her final robe of choice

"Okay but Dean was an absolute git for that." Y/n gave her friend a look of pity before continuing "Look i dont know, lately Draco's been a bit... well.... a bit distant. I rarely see him nowadays."

It'd been true, what once was a 7 day meet-up together had turned into thrice a week, thrice a week into once a week, and once a week later turned into once every few weeks or whenever Draco felt like it. Whenever y/n tried to 'bump' into him in the halls in hopes of getting a kiss or some sort of affection she'd been ever so yearning for, he'd always blow her off saying he was running late for either it be class or quidditch. It was always something.

It was like she was an object for him to show off whenever he felt like it or a toy sitting on a shelf waiting to played with. The whole relationship didn't really seem that... real. It was all just a facade to show people that she managed to pull the playboy Draco of Hogwarts, but deep down.. was it really worth it?

time skip to Breakfast

"There, he's at that damn table again." y/n complained as she played with her screaming soggy wizards cereal waiting to be eaten

"Y/n. Stop yapping around and maybe try approaching him about this??" Daria let out exasperatedly before dropping her spoon down and moving to cup both sides of her face

"i-i don't know he's been an awful lot touchy with the newbie." Y/n moaned out whilst looking over at the horrific scene of Draco and Heather. That damn perfect pretty new blonde girl.

"Y/n! i will not stand for your idioticness! That's it if you won't do it i will." Daria raged before getting up to approach the two

"No! Daria get your white ass back here!" Y/n screamed out looking stupid as ever

"Hi~ Draco and... Holly? Polly? Sorry your names quite basic round' here" Daria whistled out sarcastically whilst crossing her arms

"It's Heather. Though i dont think someone like you would remember such basic info considering you can't even remember the names of the three forbidden curses or anything else for that matter.. seeing your recent test marks." Heather spat out abrubtly as if she had the whole speach memorised whilst gripping onto Dracos arm more as if she couldn't make it anymore painfully tighter.

"Who told you that!" Daria yelled with a flushed face remembering (ironically) that the only person she'd ever told was y/n

"Lil ol' Dracky here" She hummed sweetly with a big fat fake smile plastered on her smug face.

"Sorry Daria, looks like y/n over there cant keep her fat mouth shut." Draco said whilst shaking his overgrown bangs out his eyes

"Y-y/n? W-wait here." Daria said with red cheeks as she stomped back over to the place she was previously sat at

"Where else are we gonna go? Is she dumb or something." Heather and draco conversed as if Daria couldn't hear them from a mile away

"Y/n! What the hell? You told draco about my test marks?" Daria raged whilst causing a scene to erupt around her

"What?"

Oh shit.

"Listen! I didn't mean to- i-it just blurted out when we were discussing academic things! I swear!" Y/n defended with a sunken heart as if everything was shattering down a long with her

"Still! What the actual hell y/n! I Thought you could keep a secret! Let alone a humiliating one!" Daria yelled before storming out the main door that led into the great hall

"Fuck." y/n muttered under her breath as she gathered her stuff to leave too

The whole ordeal seemed a bit surreal and dramatic, but what could you do? They were all hormone raging douchebags anyway.

"Hey y/n." She heard the familiar voice of the boy who was supposed to love her yet pained her instead.

"D-draco? what do you want." Y/n said clearly mad at the ignorance she'd been receiving from him lately

"I just wanted to let you know that i dont think i want to see you anymore." Draco said cold heartedly as y/n's whole world came to a stop.

First Daria, now Draco? What else could possibly happen. Just as she was thinking, the final cherry on top was placed as the new girl was presented clutching onto his side like no tomorrow.

"Hmmm yea. Looks like i'm the new replacement for the rusted old one. Blonde hair and everything! What an upgrade." Heather intoxicatingly served out as she laid her head onto Dracos broad shoulder

"Fuck you. Fuck you and your whole life Draco." Y/n said just below a whisper before doing the exact same thing Daria did just a few minutes ago.

Time skip to after all classes

The air was more cold than usual at y/n's spot. The air crisp and cool as strikes of wind made its way past her hair. She thought back to the events of the day, how everything came crashing down even more quickly than when it was put together. A small stream of tears found its way to dampen her dirty robes just as the air around her dried it.

suddenly, an unfamiliar voice cooed out to her from behind.

"Y/n?" hushed the unknown voice

"Who's there" y/n said unbothered at this point without batting an eye

"Regulus from potions, d'know if you remember me let alone know me." He laughed out, and it was the prettiest sound y/n had ever heard."

"Oh yea, Regulus"

she sighed

"ive seen you around."

"Yea.. so, what has brought the fine majesty of potions to this ruged place today? Such a place is no match for the delicacy of Hydrangeas." Regulus questioned out in an equestrian like royal voice

"Hydrangeas?" Y/n chuckled out whilst smiling at him wide

"I've heard of many nicknames, but Hydrangeas? Thats a first." Y/n smiled to herself as a loose strand of hair fell into her field of view.

Regulus thought it was the most precious thing ever and made sure to capture a photo of it in his mind.

"Well what can i say, their my favourite." Regulus semi smiled out whilst looking into the abyss

"You're turn."

"Hm?"

"Why are you here mysterious man?"

regulus chuckled at the nickname

"Y'didnt answer my question yet dangea, wouldn't be fair for me to trade my secrets for nothing in exchange"

He'd shorten the nickname, and you liked it. You liked it a lot.

"D'know. Just here coz schools a bitch."

There it was, that pretty sound regulus made

"Yea. Yea i totally agree, schools a bitch." Regulus breathed

"Im just here coz it takes my mind of things." Regulus mumbled while tracing his slender pale fingers on the concrete you both sat on, feet dangling on the edge.

His fingers, you thought. Such pretty fingers

"You wanna see something?" Regulus inquired with curiousty blooming, just like Hydrangeas did when water hit them.

"Sure, why not."

He foraged around his robes pocket, to pull out what looked like a box filled with small papers.

He muttered a spell under his breath charming the paper to hold his precious digits on it.

"Wow, i never knew proffesor flitwick would teach us to be this smooth with charms." she chuckled before taking the piece of paper he gently handed to her

It read out his number, with a cute smiley face on the side and that was enough to make her day a lot times better.

"So... call me? Whenever schools being a bitch to you again that is."

"Yea.... i guess schools gonna be acting like a bitch for a lil while then." She smirked to herself, knowing all the times she could ring him up now just to hear that pretty little voice of his.

"Well drangea, I best get going. Got dinner in a while, i expect you to notice me at the tables now." Regulus chuckled before handing her an arm to get herself on her feet too

She hessistantly grabbed onto his lean arm not used to touch, and felt all the right tingles spark in her chest making her feel all flustered and hot. She wondered dangerously... how he could make her feel if all those tingles were just from his mere touch. Enough y/n she breathed.

"W-well! See you around mystery man. Wouldn't wanna bother you too much now that i've snagged your number."

"Ah, dont worrybout it ol' drangy." He said whilst making his way to the exit that sat on the roof.

"Call me!" He yelled before shutting the door on her.

She smiled. She smiled very wide at the events of the day.

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[lexa-griffins]

Lexa helps dilf Clarke take Madi trick or treating around the neighborhood

Madi is slowly approaching the age where trick or treating stops being "cool" and to be honest Clarke is dreading it. She's her little girl, her baby and Clarke is not ready for her to get older.

For now though Madi is excited to buy a costume and decorate the house for halloween. Niylah was a big Halloween nerd and Madi inherited that love for the holiday from her. Scary movies and trick or treating were always a big thing even when Madi was tiny and Clarke has made sure to keep that tradition alive. And now that Lexa is in their lives, Clarke would like to include her in this little tradition.

At first, Clarke feels almost silly asking Lexa if she wants to join them. They've been dating for a little over a year now and yes Clarke does already have a ring in mind to propose but Lexa is still young, she might want to go to a party or out with friends, not stroll around the neighborhood with Clarke and her kid. She should've known better because the moment she asks, Lexa lights up and immediately agrees.

Madi is also excited for Lexa to come too and then join them for the traditional horror movie where they eat all the candy she got (living in a good neighborhood means Madi gets the good full sized candy so its a damn feast). Her friends will join her, and they think Lexa is really cool. She's Madi's pretty, starbucks buying step mom and, if anything, she's made Madi seem even cooler. Clarke and Lexa are the designated adults for the evening as they walk behind the group of pre teens, all way too excited about their scary costumes (Lexa found an book about old halloween costumes from the 20s and 30s and Madi looks bone chilling in what might be the simplest yet scariest costume Clarke had gotten her. Niylah would be so proud).

Lexa hasnt really enjoyed halloween since she was a kid, by Madi's age she had already stopped tricking or treating and did nothing for halloween despite adoring the holiday. And seeing Madi and her friends giggle and have fun, seeing the younger kids' adorable costumes as they go around with her parents is a treat for her (and giving her some baby fever, dont tell Clarke, they havent really talked about kids yet).

"Im sorry if this isn't all that exciting."

"Dont be sorry love, its such a nice night anf I enjoy seeing the costumes and the decorations the neighbors put out. And I didnt want you to get stuck watching the kids alone."

"Actually. Gracie's dad was supposed to accompany them but I volunteered. Madi's getting to that age where things are becoming lame - cringe, I think that's what she calls them - and I just want to enjoy these moments with her before she becomes a teenager and even me breathing embarrasses her."

"You're a good mom, Clarke. And Madi loves you, she would never be embarrassed of you."

"Easy for you to say, you're the cool step-mom! I'm just boring ol' mom"

Lexa will giggle and kiss her cheek, "you'll never be boring to me love"

Every few houses Madi will run to them and give them some candy to eat, even if its just because she doesn't like them, reaching into her bag which is a burlap sac and producing the candy with a smile

"coconut for mom and dark chocolate for Lexa"

before being called over and giving them a "gotta go!" and running ahead with the rest of the group, stopping for a minute when she sees a younger kid in tears as they walk down the driveway of the house she was just in, the candy Madi got and the kid didnt now over. Its her favorite. And yet she'll kneel down in from of the little kid, no older than five, and offer them the candy.

Its sweet and somewhat heart breaking to see the way Clarke stares at her little girl, the pride she has in her and the good person she is becoming and at the same time the slight sadness of a mother watching her daughter grow into a woman.

Once home, Madi will run to ger her pajamas on, the skelwton onesie her grandparents got her before she gets comfy on the couch, head on Lexa's lap and her legs thrown over her mom's. She'll jump and scream at the tv and laugh when Lexa or Clarke do the same, sometimes entertaining herself with unwrapping a piece of candy when she knows she doesn't want to see what's happening on the screen.

Lexa as long since decided she loves Clarke and Madi and that they are her family now. But moments like these where she is included in the simple celebrations and traditions truly just cememts it for her they are her forever 🥹

[basilsmells]

I have no title for this, however I'm in a discord server for a show that I'm voice acting in (check out the teaser trailer here!), where we've been kind of playing out different parts of the lore with our own characters. In addition to this, I've been writing little lore tidbits for the characters that I created, and this is one of them! Feedback is very welcome.

Warning for course language.

Also, just a note, this has nothing to do with the show, but rather the character.

In the midst of light rain and the chatter of at least 1000 people, the sounds of Big Ben ticking onto 12 rang through the school yard. Tuqa thought they were used to it by now, but it still sent a shiver up their spine. Although, that may also have been Matthias spooking them. They thought they were used to that, too.

'I scared you again? You're one easy nut to crack, y'know that, Tuq?' he chuckled, slumping down on the ground next to them and tossing his arm around their shoulder. 'What're you doing?'

'Shh!,' Tuqa hissed in reply, pressing their finger to his lips haphazardly. A better way to describe it would be that they put a finger on their cheek, however Matthias shuffled it over to his lips before it had to matter. 'I'm watching.'

'Watching what?' he asked, his voice slightly muffled by their finger.

'The little twat with the braids!'

Across the yard was indeed, a "twat" with braids. A dark-skinned, blonde-haired girl, who looked to be the same age as Tuqa and Matthias, was chatting with another girl, laughing and tossing her hair and looking like she was being filmed for stock footage. Tuqa's nose wrinkled.

Matthias kissed their finger and took their hand from his face, instead intertwining his fingers with theirs. 'Ah, the good ol' arch nemesis!' he announced, his voice carrying a certain grandeur. Tuqa scoffed.

'She's not my arch nemesis! She just happened to be hitting on my girlfriend while we were still dating and then jumped the moment she broke up with me, which was probably because of her too.'

Matthias raiaed his eyebrows, giving Tuqa a 'really?' look. They just scoffed and shook their head, although a small smile did pull at the corners of their lips.

'Whatever, Adeline is not my nemesis. I could have a civil conversation with her if I wanted to!,' they argued, shaking their head and leaning back against the tree they were sat under. A drop of rain landed on their nose, causing them to flinch. Matthias just chuckled and wrapped both his arms around them, resting his head on top of theirs.

'I'd say you only hate her because you've still got the hots for your ex, but that would be bad news for me so I think it's best not to think about it, yeah?,' he commented. Tuqa smiled.

'She may still be hot, but that doesn't mean I like her still,' they rebuted, tilting their head up. 'I only like one person, and that's you... sometimes.'

'Sometimes?,' he gasped, a look of melodramatic horror on his face. 'You wound me, sweetheart, truly.'

'You know what I mean,' Tuqa snickered. 'Sometimes you say stupid stuff, like "your arch-nemesis", and I both simultaneously love you less and want to hit you,' they explained, pulling their best impression of Matthias, which made him laugh.

'Since when were your words so harsh?'

'Since I met you and started becoming you.'

'I don't know if I want to date myself, honestly.'

'Ah, well, too late now. You're already attached to me, I know it.'

'That may be true, but I think I could probably break myself off eventually. One chip at a time.'

'Don't tease me,' Tuqa snorted, pulling the brunette into a tight squeeze.

From in front of them came another startling sound. A pair of high-pitched giggles, although one seemed half-hearted.

'PDA isn't very flattering, Tuqa, especially for you,' one voice hissed, it's Welah accent thick. Tuqa sighed and let go of Matthias, pulling their knees up to their chest.

'Teasing the foreign exchange student isn't very flattering either, Adeline, and yet you do it so readily it's almost like you want your friends to think you're racist.'

Adeline screwed up her nose. 'It's not about your culture, it's about your manners. No one wanted to see you get to second base in public before, and they don't want to see it now.'

'You're not very good at hiding jealousy, are you?' Tuqa huffed in reply.

'Why would I be jealous? I never had to settle for second best because my girlfriend fell in love with someone else.'

As Adeline's smirk grew, Tuqa's smile fell. They could never tell if she was being serious, but they wouldn't put it past her. She played dirty. Tuqa's gaze flicked to the girl with Adeline for a beat, a guilty expression worm on her face.

Adeline laughed after a beat of silence. 'Then again, I never did what you did, Sahli. Toodaloo!'

As they walked away, Tuqa let out a heavy sigh.

'What a bitch,' Matthias muttered, glancing back at Tuqa once Adeline was out of sight. 'You okay?'

'Yeah, yeah-,' they breathed, taking a breath. 'You know, when we broke up, Emilia went off at me for doing all these things, and as she did, the only thing I could think about was how I had no idea what she was talking about. Adeline made all that shit up, I know she did.'

Matthias was silent for a moment, gazing out at the courtyard as the rain grew heavier still.

'Even if she did,' he sighed, turning to Tuqa. 'We have no proof. Besides, if she told all that shit to everyone, we'd know by now. It was probably just Emilia, yeah?'

Tuqa nodded slowly. 'Yeah...'

Quickly, they spun to face him. 'Also, by the way,' they mentioned. 'You're not "second best".'

'Don't worry,' Matthias chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss on their forehead. 'I know.'

[morroodle]

This will not leave my brain so have some thoughts (divided into two sections for my convenience):

We know what Morro's like but the other ghosts really don't have much screen time which means not much personality shown so that means I have plenty of room to go nuts with headcannons

Bansha is the responsible one, the one holding the child leashes. She's more grounded than the others but she can definitely still get excited and especially competitive

Soul Archer is cool and calculated, very confident in his abilities (and he has the skill to back it up). He's also pretty quiet and dosent share his thoughts much, much happier to follow orders and support his team

Wrayth is moreore energetic than the rest of the group for sure. He's here for a good time not a long time

Ghoultar is not dumb! He may not think things through too much but he's by no means stupid. He's definitely the most passionate, he wears his heart on his sleeve whether it be love or anger. The reason he speaks odd is because he has speech problems, it's hard to talk normally when your missing your lower jaw (in my hc he dosent speak in the third person)

The group's relationship is incredibly odd and not exactly healthy. They clearly care about eachother and are comfortable with eachother/trust eachother (to a degree, they both do and dont) but they'd never do anything to admit it. Their relationship grew and developed in literal hell so its not surprising that it's odd but they should probably go to couples therapy

It's a QPR (queer platonic relationship), not a standard romantic relationship. They all have their own boundaries about what they're comfortable with but it dosent really fit into any categories

Now that all that's out of the way have some less serious headcannons about the relationship itself:

Bansha is really good at picking up on the other's emotions and knows how to get them to talk

Ghoultar is very physycally affectionate. He loves giving big ol hugs or just holding his partner's (in crime) hands

Morro has issues with touch, sometimes causing conflict between him and Ghoultar. The general rule is don't touch him unless he touches you. That being said he is quite cuddly, often just flopping down on top of his partner's and just laying there (he's like a cat lol). Favorite person to flop on is definitely Bansha, her chest makes a great pillow

Speaking of Bansha: she's trans. That's it that's the headcannon. How did she physycally transition as a ghost? Don't question it

Bansha is actually a wonderful singer. After a long day of ghost shenanigans the group loves to just sit down, cuddle and listen to her sing

They all work amazing as team, they're whatever the 5 people version of a power couple is. With Morro leading they kick so much ass. Going on their mission to retrieve the realm crystal was a ton of fun for them <3

When Morro had to go alone into the toomb of the fsm none of them said it but they were all terrified and loosing their minds. They may not say it but they really do love eachother and having Morro be in that kind of danger all alone was horrible for them.

The preeminent kinda homphopbic. How dare these ghosts be happy >:c (this is part of why the relationship is so fucked)

Bansha and Morro like to dress up all nice with makeup and everything and Wrayth absolutely melts. They think it's hilarious (they're assholes)

Cheek and forehead kisses <3

In honor of pride month please consider: ghost gang QPR

[onyourhyuck]

REPLAY. | Park Jisung (M)

prologue- “You’re so pretty.” + “Kiss me again. It was one of the best kisses I ever had...”

tw- where jisung loves his best friend’s older sister and he happens to finally confess. But Y/n is oblivious. Older girl x younger boy trope. Wholesome fluffy romance. Incredibly cheesy but wbk.

Notes- Noona Neomu YEOPEOOOOOO-

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Jisung’s heart will never give him a break it seems. At least not tonight, because he’s currently walking late at night with his long term crush since childhood. Jisung’s older brother is friends with Y/n, they’re the same age and they also happen to be roommates. They attend the same university as well. Jisung happened to be over at their house for tonight, others would be thinking he must really like his brother’s presence when in reality he came unannounced at your place just to see you.

Now you are strolling the streets on your way back home, with Jisung standing by your side with his large hands tuck in front jean pockets. You smile to yourself as you watch the younger boy.

He was quiet and mysterious, most people find him extremely intimidating for many reasons; he was really tall, detectable resting face and he never speaks because he’s got social anxiety and he’s shy personality wise. Big introvert too. But to you, you never seen him like that.

You are three years older than him. He’s just turned twenty and you’re twenty three. When he was really young you babysat him too. Your parents and his parents were high school friends and neighbours, growing up in the same town and neighbourhood was both a blessing and a curse.

A curse to jisung. You never once saw him as a man but the child you have the imagine of him stuck in your head to be. This annoys the boy so much, boils deep within him a burning rage to the bones, shaking him apart like an earthquake. Jisung is a patient man, it takes a lot to upset him. So the very front fact that he knows you only see him as this young boy and not the grownup man he is, truly upsets him. But you never seem to realise how angry this made him, because he never really openly admits it.

“Noona.” He calls out suddenly stopping. You hum against your teeth stopping on your heels and slowly turning around to face him as you held the plastic bag with the snacks and drinks. “What’s wrong?”

Thump. Thump. Thump. Ah there it is, his ole’ heart beating again but this time speeding like a racing car finishing a long term marathon. Even though he was an adult, Jisung feels like this giddy social anxiety you’d get from confessing to your crush comes back no matter what age you really are— the throat swells up going dry, the teeth clatter together like plates upon other dishes. Ears become boiling pots on stove, turning red, as well as his blossoming accurately shown cheeks in the streets lamp lighting covering by the darkness of the background surrounding you both.

He grows red just by his inner dialogue mentally preparing what to say. Even though he was practicing for this moment to get you alone, why did his voice become unstable, quick and stammer?

You raise your eyes at him, with a slight scold when looking down at the time on your phone screen. “Jisung we will be late and your brother will throw a tantrum if we don’t come back soon—”

“I like you!” Jisung exclaims.

Out of nowhere, you stumble back on your feet when following turning to face the boy now no longer to be interesting in returning back, but questioning the boy you see in front of you with a increasing amount of reddish cheeks, erupting on their way to fluster you too. Unsure why those three words meant a lot to you, you question your hearts intentions right there. Why did you like to hear this from him? What was your heart fluttering open like a blossoming rose under the moonlight as its only source of light mean to you? Perhaps,

Perhaps your heart always liked Jisung, but you never bothered listening to it. Only your head was controlling you. Making Jisung to be viewed as your friends little brother who you knew since childhood, baby sat him and did many activities together. Playing those childish hide and seeks, kicking about a football until late in the evening. Sleeping over at each other’s houses like it were your second home seems so, contemplating now.

When did you develop such strong feelings, butterflies slam on the pit of your hard skin to skin contacting stomach, ready to leave and screaming to escape when this anxiousness hit you. The minor silence sharing between the two, their breathes were talking however. Jisung’s harsh hitching breathing was held tightly inside his mouth when he saw your body take a step forward. second step forward. Then a third step forward, where with your hands wrapping round the hem of your palming hoodie.

But what if, this relationship could ruin everything? What if, this could really go in vain. What if, you break his heart into miniature pieces to the point of no return of having the same innocent heart he has now. Maybe, you weren’t the one for him. Those words echo in the back of your head like a penetrating gunshot blazing to your skin.

“Jisung I like you too of course, you’re my friends brother.” You force a friendly smile, a smile that shown no romantically feelings behind. Maybe, it’s better to flat out play dumb. This way, you’re protecting Jisung from getting his heart broken.

You’re not perfect and you admit it. Jisung might not realise that you’re probably not worth his time. He’s finally starting university this year, and you’re soon to leave the university with your degree. You will be working an actual job nine to five, unable to focus on dating. As will he too, university is much more versatile and tricky to handle. Deadlines are to be made on the same day sometimes. Sleepless nights will happen very soon for Jisung. And he will have to focus on every little class he will get.

You’re only going to hold him back. Right?

Jisung’s face darkly falters as he faces you with a hint of bafflement. How could you, out of all people, you, push away his feelings so easily? You’re smiling so heavenly at him, showing your perfect teeth while you’re at it flashing him your beautiful eyes. Under this midnight starry moonlight was a boiling volcano of his feelings ready to burn you alive.

He looks down at his shoes when you turn to walk away. Then he remembered, he cannot hold anymore to this image you have of him. Jisung has to prove to you, that he is not a little kid that you seem to see him as, and he most definitely will not allow you to push away his feelings like it meant nothing to you. The boy swore, he saw your eyes sparkle at his confession, he saw the way your eyes widened, jisung saw your eyebrows lift up to the sky and your ears perking up similar to a cat.

By the time you turned your back to him, you swung back with a strong arm-like force pulling you round as if you were a blunt fire pit of sun and he was the rotating planet he resolved around with. As if, you were the only thing that mattered to him. The touch sparkles a bristling fire on your warm skin, sharing your heat with the boy who flys close.

Lips touching yours for a minute. The softness and pluckiness leaving you crazy, you swore a minute never felt so short, Y/n finds herself running back for more. Wanting more. The soft kiss felt so, loving, you never realised how much love he has poured for you all his life; you’d have to say, you felt touched and flattering by this.

When the boy pulled away catching a breathe with you, he carries on talking like a wild boar running around crazily. It was like this time he really cannot hold on anymore. Jisung was a crumbling old ruin, breaking down more. It’s been one many years,too many.

“In this situation I’m not his brother. I am your friend who has fallen for you deeply and I can’t go pretending I don’t have feelings for you anymore, Y/n. I like you all along, for years, I tried my best to show you how I feel and you still don’t get it.” He huffs out a silent scream. How your heart clenched for him.

“Can you just for tonight, not look at me as this little boy and please. View me as a man who’s deeply in love with you. Can you please do that tonight.” He urges on, like he wasn’t going to see tomorrows light. You bite on your bottom lip watching him up close, fuck, why are you seriously checking him out now.

Oh how badly you wish to kiss him again. But at what costs? How will his brother who is your friend react to you dating his little sibling? Does he even approve of you as a girlfriend? He knows all your exes and situation-ships that never made it to the dating zone. But the temptation was so strong, you find yourself swirling around Jisung like a little helpless fly zooming in his left and right ears.

Slowly your lips part, “Kiss me again. It was one of the best kisses I ever had...”

As he did oblige with pleasure, creeping a soft smile inside the softly placing kiss on your lips, it soon turned into this much more mature steaming session in middle of nowhere practice as the fallen grocery bag rests in between your bodies. Big hands on your face, covering your entirety of the apple cheeks and jawline. Your hair flows back against the harsh wind blowing jisung’s black bangs upwards. The way your face was so flushed in colour amazes him, was this the effect he has on you? Did he really hear those words correctly.

Best kisses you ever had? The proudness of this was so real in him. He takes pride in being the best of the best you will ever have and Jisung, will never let another man step inside that circle.

Pulling apart from the shared make-out, one long string of saliva connects the two of you, smokey air leaving his lips when he left your lips from practically inhaling you, it was like he cannot get enough of you. The taste. The way you feel. The way his emotions keep igniting him up inside like he was a match stick. Brushing past his thumb on the bottom of your lip, he grazes it softly, driving you to the edge crazily. Something in you must of snapped like a freelancing twig in middle of nowhere.

You pull Jisung down when suddenly the courage you found takes over your body completely. You want this boy, you thought in your head. You want him. Pulling him down when finally latching to the front collar of his hoodie’s two long strings. He follows down your silhouette strength by the pull, landing on your lips. Jisung, never felt so bewildered in his life. Your lips softly slid in as did your tongue pushing on top of the roof of his mouth. Teasingly you press him onto the nearest tree surface where he felt trapped in your presence and energy suffocating him from the inside than outside. His chest clenches tight, Jisung naturally follows his body’s instincts and pulls you closer by the waist.

Hands on your waistline like they belonged there, when he had you pulled in, you gasp at such actions in the kiss but did not dare break away. He felt your surprising voice, in which he lowly growls when you finally clasp your hands on his face quickly and hungrily speed the kiss up. Your heartbeats were ticking bombs, ready to explode any minute.

Jisung was so lost in you, in so deep that he couldn’t see the light anymore.

You pull away first, even surprised that you found the resistant to even leave him alone considering you were hungrily eating his lips out like you were personally starved for decades. When doing so, he was lowly opening his eyes with yours, looking at you with soft lustful eyes.

You hear him speak, like he was absolutely done for. “You’re so pretty.” Jisung tells. “Fuck.” He gasps, when feeling the way he was so content with joy. He might not be able to date you, but he never felt so satisfied and heard about his feelings than before. This was like a jackpot, to him. He’s doomed. There is no saving him. It’s not like he wants to be saved either.

You felt a chill sent to your body as his forehead rests on your shoulder. He was slouching down against the tree with his head buried in your right shoulder completely, suddenly the hands on your waist tighten pulling you closer into an embrace . Somehow, you felt a smile creeping on your face and the blush travelling on your cheeks to your ears brightly bruising them with the infectious reddish pink colour. He murmurs, even the way his deep voice rolls your name off his tongue.

Why didn’t you realise it sooner, how attractive he can be. How in love he was with you. “Let’s say like this forever please. I don’t want to leave you.”

You found yourself relating hard his words. “Mhm, sure. Let’s stay here.” You whisper wrapping arms around his body back.

You find yourself wanting to do the same. To stay in his hold forever.

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[moemoemammon]

yay! requests are open! y'know that thing where the s/o being so weak for their partner? I wanted to request the demon bros being weak for their s/o? does that make sense?

like, for example, MC would pout a little, and say 'pwease 🥺' and the demon bros would be like, 'yes, go on, what do you want from me? would you like my-' they'd just be so weak for mc.

I hope that makes sense! also, if it's too much characters, you can just do mammon and satan :) thank you ;3

Their One Weakness: MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

Lucifer is known as the cruel eldest of the brothers. A sadist whose word is law, whose will can only be bent by Lord Diavolo himself. And yet since you came to the Devildom, all you ever seemed to do was the opposite of what he asked. Yet he still came to love you. He wonders if he spoils you too much...

Especially when you always seem to get your way one way or another. When you proposed the chaotic idea of a massive get together between the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall, Lucifer immediately said no. It’d be way too noisy and he had things to do.

But THEN... You fixed him with those damn EYES of yours.... The big eyes filled with sparkles and hopes that pleaded to him.... stop staring at him with them big ol eyes-

Lucifer REFUSES to acknowledge how cute you are when you look at him like that. Well, verbally anyway. You look like a kicked puppy...and he loves puppies...

"............I suppose if we prepare right now and get a dinner menu ready, it could be possible. And if you pout any harder you might pull a muscle, and I doubt I could explain that to Lord Diavolo. Now, go tell the others what you have planned."

Mammon

Mammon is practically the biggest MC simp in the world. You always occupy his thoughts any time of the day. 'Oh, MC would probably like one of these'. 'MC's always eatin' this for lunch. I'll grab one.' 'This would be way less borin' if MC were around...'

But as the Tsundere 🤢 king of the Devildom, there's no way he'll admit to any of that! So what if he's head over heels for you?! That doesn't mean he's gonna be all weak in the knees the moment you-

Wait, you're saying that because he lost a bet yesterday and promised he'd take you out to Ristorante Six and pay for the whole thing, now he's gotta pay up?!?! No way! He doesn't remember what you're talking about, and that voice recording you've got on your phone is clearly fake!

Mammon's dead set on weaseling out of his promise, until you freeze him in place with your pouty face... then you hit him with a "please..?" and the Avatar of Greed swears he might die right then and there.

"Tch..! Damn it, I ain't got a choice when ya look at me like that!!! What're ya playin' at, pulling' my heartstrings like that?! Hurry up and get dressed so we can go! A-and ya better eat your fill, too!"

Levi

The founder of the top secret MC Cult Fanclub, there's not much that could keep Levi from becoming putty in your hands. He's used to idolizing the objects of his affection, and you're no exception!

So when it comes to bending to your will, he's definitely the easiest. Except when it comes to n-...normie stuff...

Seriously, do you think someone like HIM should be going to The Fall?!?! No way! Not in a million, billion, trillion years!!!! You shouldn't get him to go to that crowded club even if you dragged him there!!!

Then... you hit him with the cute act... You declare your loyalty to him as his beloved Henry, fixing him with a pleading look that shoots him straight through the heart, and... GAH, HE'S GOT NO CHOICE!!!!!

"At... at least help me choose something to wear..! I don't know how I'm supposed to dress for normie stuff like this!!! Aaah... I wanna stay home, b-but when you say something like that, I just can't win-!"

Satan

Satan openly admits to how he likes to spoil you. It's cute seeing how big your grin becomes when he gives you something you wanted, and how happy you are when he takes you out for the evening.

But there are some things even he doesn't want to do, like when you suggest going to a chess tournament with Lucifer. You've been pressured by Lucifer wanting to attend, but figured it'd be easier to sit through with someone else. So why not Satan, who'd mentioned liking chess?

Yeah... he'd go if Lucifer weren't involved. As much as he'd love to go and pull some strings to ruin the match for the dear eldest, he's got something else planned involving a well timed glue bomb and Lucifer's study. So he'll pass.

Or so he thought, until you started poking your fingers together and mentioned how you'd hoped you could both enjoy it together. Kind of like a date..? Gah, his heart and its weakness for unconventional dates-!!!!

"...I... suppose I could go. It’d be nice to study how Lucifer plays, so I can finally beat him. Don't you think the look on his face will be priceless? And if you're there as well, I'll be able to stomach watching his face for an hour."

Asmo

Asmo LOVES you more than aaanyone!! There's no one who loves you more, you know? Why, he wants to involve you in every aspect of his life, and actively tries to do just that! He's even tried dragging you into the tub with him a few times...

And when it comes to spoiling you, he loves it! He's always the one being spoiled, so it makes him giddy when he can give a little back. If there's anything you want from him, just tell him and he'll make it happen!

Eh? You want to play fangol? With HIM?? Um... pass. You know he just got his nails done, right? Asmo's not really a fan of running around with a ball and getting knocked to the ground, so... no thanks! ❤️

Wait, don't make that face! What're you looking so glum for?? He'll kiss your sadness away, and- Eh?! You don't want a kiss?? You really wanna play THAT badly?????

"....You really don't have me mistaken for Beel, right..? You really want to play with ME? ...Haaaah, fine! I'll play one game with you, and in exchange, you have to spend all of tomorrow with moi! Sounds good, right~? Now let me see if Satan will let me borrow some of his clothes...urgh..."

Beel

As a 'go with the flow' guy, there's not much Beel won't do with you, even if it's not really something he's interested in. As long as he has you around and a surplus of snacks, he's fine with anything.

Until you suggest going to Majolish to try on some stylish outfits. You mention how Beel wears variations of the same thing all the time, so it's time for an update! He thinks you're spending too much time with Asmo...

Beel isn't really into tight, itchy, stiff fabrics like the 'stylish' things they sell at Majolish, and decides he'd much rather go to Hell's Kitchen instead. He's hungry. Are you hungry?

'Stop changing the subject'? Ah.. damn it 😔 Wait, now you're saying you just wanted to buy fancy outfits because you were planning to take him to Ristorante Six?! You can't tell if he's blushing over your consideration or the idea of food, but now Beel's looking through the clothes with earnest.

"I didn't know you were the winner of that 'all you can eat' coupon lottery. When I didn't win I was pretty upset, but I'm glad to know it was you. Even if these clothes are weird, I'll wear them. Can you pick something good for me?"

Belphie

Belphie likes to spoil you in more subtle ways, instead of simping as hard as his brothers. He's still as much of a sucker for you as they are though, much to his dismay. All you have to do is smile and you've got him wrapped around your gross human finger.

But when you mention wanting to go biking with Lord Diavolo and wanting him to come along, Belphie suddenly discovers that his ears don't work anymore. Anyway, goodnight-

Hey, stop poking him like that. Can't you see an deaf man is trying to sleep here?? And what's with that face..? You're pouting so hard you look like you're going to explode. It's cute, but Belphie can close his eyes an not see it.

But then you scoot into bed with him and hold him from behind, and the sleepy demon starts feeling his resolve crumble. You have some dirty tactics, huh..? Getting all cozy with him just because he's got a soft spot for you...

"...............Why Diavolo of all people..? I'd prefer anyone over him. Ugh... Hey, they still rent out those two person bikes, don't they? I'll only go if I can ride on that with you. I'll sit right behind you and cheer you on, okay? ..What's with that look? I'm joking...maybe."

[shigarakisbabyy]

How the MHA boys would react to you getting them a Christmas gift! 🎄 🎁

I know I haven’t posted in a while, but I’m back and here’s some festive headcanons for you all! Reader is gender neutral!

Warnings: none!

Izuku Midoriya

This baby blushes so fucking hard

“Wow y/n! Thank you so much!”

Starts mumbling about if what he got you is good enough or not

Is so excited when you like his gift

Eijiro Kirishima

This boy is so excited for you to see what he got you, he forgets he has gifts too

When you hand him his gift he’s so confused

But he’s so excited to open it

He loves what you got him so so much and gives you a big kiss and bear hug afterwards

Shoto Todoroki

I have a feeling this boy has never gotten Christmas presents… time to change that

He stared in shock at his gift for a lil bit cause he’s so confused why you would give him one

But he loves it so much and it means so much more to him since its his first Christmas gift

He will not give you your personal space back for the rest of the night

Bakugo Katsuki

Pretends to hate whatever you got him and like it doesn’t matter, but secretly he thinks it’s the best gift he’s ever gotten

He’ll tell you how much he loves it when you guys are in private

Have fun trying to get personal space while y’all are trying to sleep, he will not let you go

Denki Kaminari

“Aww y/n! Thank you so much!”

Will not hesitate to yell to the entire room how much he loves it

Gives you a big ol hug and a nice wet kiss

Teases you if you get flustered

Hitoshi Shinso

“Thank you… y/n…”

He’s pretty quiet but he really does love it

If it’s cat themed he WILL melt

Gives you a small but meaningful kiss

Yuga Aoyama

“Mon amour! Thank you so much!”

He’s so giggly and giddy it’s adorable

If it’s sparkly he’ll bring it like every where he goes

Mezo Shoji

“This means a lot to me, thank you y/n.”

You get a big ol hug with all 6 of his arms

He really hopes you love what he got you too

Fumikage Tokoyami

This boy will come up with romantic-edgy poetry on the spot

“I am the fool who has opened my heart and let your shining golden light in…” some shit like that

Dark shadow gives you the biggest hug ever and Tokoyami has to drag them off you

Hanta Sero

“Wow mi amor, I love it so much!”

You get a big kiss and a hug

Puts his arm over the back of your neck and slings it over your shoulder, keeping you close

So excited for you to see what he got you too