#but boy tries his darndest

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Pretty Boy, a DCA x Reader Oneshot Summary:

The daycare attendants are head over heels for you. Sun especially tries his darndest to gain your attention and favor in any way he can. His daydreams and fantasies meet reality only to be thwarted by someone without any respect for theatre!

This fic is based off this song! -> Naethan Apollo - Pretty Boy [LYRIC VIDEO]

Read the FULL fic/CHECK TAGS on AO3 -> here

Sneak Peek!!

His non-existent heart fluttered as he remembered doing a show with you just the other day. You played the valiant knight who fell for the trapped princess.

“Oh, Princess,” the knight called up the tower. “Your father has trapped you in these walls, but I will take you away from these cold bricks and mortar!”

The princess fawned, swooning over the open window of her tower. “My knight!”

Children laughed at Sun’s high-pitched, shrill voice. Your smile as you sucked in your lips to stop from breaking character made him feel giddy.

“My knight!” the princess exclaimed. “Your words bring me hope! But, how will I escape these walls?”

You cleared your throat, still reeling from his unexpected voice.

“Princess, I will-” you snickered. “I will catch you! Jump into my arms, my love! So that we may run away!” The knight held a hand over his chest as the other gestured to his love.

The princess looked over the ledge, uncertain. “I’m frightened, Sir Knight! These walls are all I’ve ever known. What if the world outside is cruel?” Sun’s smile slacked. “What if I do not survive the fall?”

“Fear not, Princess!” The knight’s booming confidence made the princess cover her mouth in awe. “I will catch you! And should the world be cruel, we will face it together, in love!”

The crowd of children was torn between sounds of disgust and adoration.

The knight spread his arms wide, awaiting the princess’ embrace.

She stood on the ledge.

Sun looked at you, staring intensely. The moment your head turned, he looked away.

“I will catch you.” The knight said earnestly.

The princess nodded. “Whatever you say, dearest knight!” She jumped into the knight’s arms.

Sun held your hand, the only thing separating his segmented fingers from yours was fabric.

The princess clung tightly to the knight, before planting a big kiss on his cheek. “Muah!” she vocalized. “Muah, muah! My hero!” she rejoiced.

The puppets disappeared to the side of the wing. The show ended and you stood from behind the stage. “Okay, kiddos, snack time. Get in a row- Peanut allergies to the left, please!”

You were stepping away before Sun had even stood from his spot. He looked down at the puppets you tucked haphazardly into the lower shelf of the back of the stage. His eyes remained on the princess, noise falling away as he stared into the black, beady eyes and the golden-braided hair that draped over her shoulders.

“Sun!”

He jolted upright. “Coming! So sorry, Sunshine, just tidying up.”

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Could you do the Diamond sisters spilling Cater’s embarrassing childhood stories to his friends (either the other Heartslabyuls or the Pop Music Club)? I like to imagine the first thing they would do is wreak havoc on Cater’s carefully crafted persona, intentional or not.

Decided to combine these all and do headcanons instead of an interaction due to the high number of characters (Heartslabyul + Lilia and Kalim, Cater's clubmates)!

Please note that we don't know exactly how old Cater's sisters are, but here I'm headcanoning them as being only a few years older than Cater.

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Oh, the Diamond sisters LOVE Riddle. They hang all over him and squeal about how cute he is, much to his dismay. He’s not used to this much… open affection. It makes him feel weird!

He clears his throat several times and tries to remind them that he is not a boy, he is a young man, and he would appreciate it if they treated him as such. It’s a useless effort anyway—his words fall on deaf ears.

The Diamond sisters love it even more when he gets all red in the face. “Aw, he’s like a little strawberry,” they gush, not realizing that Riddle is this close to snapping and flying into a rage-filled frenzy. (His dorm members marvel at him actually exercising his limited patience; they placed bets with one another to see how long Riddle's temper can hold out for.)

He doesn’t much care for hearing stories from the Diamonds, finding them very frivolous. What’s with this family’s obsession with aesthetics? Riddle wonders. Why don’t they dedicate their time to more worthwhile pursuits like academics? And yet… why does his chest thud with a dull pain when he thinks about Cater in a large, empty house, packing up his life away into cardboard boxes?

The Diamond sisters are all over Trey too—but for completely different reasons than they were with Riddle. They drone on and on about how Trey is “husband material” and needlessly feel up his (beefy) arms, cooing and fluttering their lashes at him.

Trey awkwardly laughs off their jokes and shies away from their touch as politely as he can, making it clear he isn’t interested. He tries to deflect by changing the subject or offering tea and cakes and, if worse comes to worse, asks Cater for a save. (… Unfortunately, this makes the Diamond sisters think he’s playing “hard to get”.)

Trey actually likes hearing stories about Cater’s childhood; clearly, Cater won’t be this open with others himself, so getting this lore from his sisters is Trey’s second best option. Back then, Cater seemed so real and so vulnerable. Mask entirely off. Trey only wishes that Cater could be this unguarded with him in present day.

He has to admit, it’s amusing how flustered Cater gets trying to act unfazed or to play off his most embarrassing moments. Little by little, Trey feels as though the Diamond sisters are whittling away at his peer’s facade. He can’t help but be a little mean about it, taking this opportunity to join the Diamond sisters in teasing Cater. “So that’s what you were like, huh…”

He thinks he’s hot stuff, he could toootally bag Cater’s sisters—just watch him! … And so Ace slicks back his hair and tries his darndest to flirt with them, but to no avail. (The mob students make fun of him for having no rizz, but he defends himself by going, “L-Like you guys could do any better!!”) Man, he’s so jealous of Trey! How come he’s such a chick magnet even though he’s not even actively trying?!

The Diamond sisters wrinkle their noses at him and whisper to one another about how Ace is sooo annoying and cringefail. Think like… mean girls gossiping about you to your face. Real blow to Ace’s ego here.

Though the flirting doesn’t work out, Ace did initially manage to dazzle the girls with a few of his card tricks. The Diamond sisters clap their hands and demand that he “do it again” or tell them how the trick is done. He’d just cheekily wink and say, “Sorry, ladies! I never give away my secrets.”

There’s tea about Cater-senpai’s childhood? Ace is one of the first in line to hear about it!! He’ll memorize the stories and reenact them (including a falsetto voice for young Cater) for the entire dorm later, earning him Cater’s ire. “Ne, Ace-chan~ Don’t you think you’re bullying poor old Cay-kun too hard?”

As the man of the household, Deuce is usually helping out his mom or the other older ladies in the neighborhood, so he thinks it’s only appropriate to maintain that formal, upright behavior when addressing Cater’s sisters! This leads to Deuce calling both of them “ma’am” very loudly, which attracts stares from everyone 💀

The Diamond sisters wail about the whole “ma’am” thing. Like, just what is Deuce insinuating about their ages?! Do they look that old to him?! Is he saying he think they’re hags?! He hurriedly assures them he doesn’t mean anything by it, it’s meant to be respectful (but in the process, he accidentally calls them “ma’am” again and reignites their shrieking).

Appalled by Ace's attempts to flirt with the Diamond sisters, insisting that Ace should "be more of a gentleman, like Clover-senpai!" (He's dense and not fully aware of how uncomfortable Trey is with the circumstances.)

Deuce profusely apologizes to Cater for “hearing something he shouldn’t have” (ie his embarrassing childhood stories). He promises that he’ll act like he didn’t hear anything at all! He wears it on his life!! (This doesn't reassure Cater in the slightest. "Eeeeh, the more Deuce-chan says it, the more concerned I get!")

If there's one thing the Diamond sisters love as much as cute things, it's clout! They fawn over Kalim--well, more specifically, his family's wealth and status. (Some might even call it ass kissing.) Kalim's pretty oblivious to it, though. He thinks Cater's sisters are just being friendly with him, so he's friendly right back to them!

The Diamond sisters start to chatter about all these luxurious items they've been ogling. Designer shoes, haute couture dresses, jewelry heavy with gemstones... Kalim very nearly indulges the Diamond sisters by offering to buy those things for them (as "gifts to commemorate their new friendship"), but Cater cuts in to stop him!! "K-Kalim-kun, put away your wallet! The last thing I need right now is Jamil-kun after my neck!"

Kalim's just as bad as the Diamond sisters when it comes to spilling the beans on Cater. While the Diamond sisters yammer on about little baby Cater's missteps, Kalim tells them about the dumb stuff he and Cater get up to in club! They take turns trading stories and dunking on the poor guy...

But the difference between the Diamond sisters and Kalim? Kalim actually puts a positive spin on many of his tales. No matter how bad a show goes or how big the screw up... "All that matters is that we were in it together and had fun doing it. Cater's great at coming up with creative ideas. It makes me really happy to be able to call him my friend and band mate!"

The complete opposite of Riddle. Lilia adores being told he's cute. In fact, he encourages the Diamond sisters to "keep the compliments coming", because adorable things should be seen and adored! (Riddle huffs; Lilia is so shameless about all of this, especially as an upperclassman!)

He gets super into talking with the Diamond sisters about fashion, hair, and even nail polish colors. Lilia mentions some of his favorite and goes on a long spiel about how fashion trends have evolved over the years, and even gets into giving tips and tricks to the Diamonds. Cater's impressed with how smoothly Lilia's handling his sisters!

Lilia listens attentively as the Diamond sisters share their best (worst) stories about little Cater. He coos and chuckles at how cute Cater was "as a wee lad" and pitches in with stories about his own child, phrasing it as though Silver was someone he babysat frequently rather than his own son to avoid confusing the sisters. They murmur approvingly--not only is Lilia inventive and fashion-forward, but he's also great with children!

The Diamond sisters decide that Lilia is their new bestie and exchange numbers with him. He later lets his online buddy, Gloomurai, know about how he got the numbers of two hot women, which Gloomurai pops off about. "gg man ur rizz is INSANE." (Idia can't believe that a single father like Crimson Muscle still has mad game like this!)

BONUS: Some of the Diamond sisters' stories!

(P.S. If you like Cater + Cinderella stuff, you should check out this Cinderella retelling featuring Twst characters ;9)

Apparently, Cater used to talk to the rats and birds before he got a phone (not that he understood them at that age). After moving around so much as a kid, it became difficult for him to make friends with the local children so he'd practice his personas on the vermin in the community.

Once, they were playing dress-up together using their mother's wardrobe and makeup drawer... but they started fighting over some things that Cater was wearing, and his sisters ended up tearing the dress they wanted into rags, as well as snapping many pieces of jewelry. Everyone got scolded and punished that day, even little Cater, who hadn't done anything wrong.

He didn't like lentils as a kid so he'd pretend to trip and fall, spilling them into the ashes in the fireplace. Cater would have to pick all of them out by hand, but the chore was honestly preferable to eating them.

They used to play a game where they'd try to balance various stuff on their heads while walking. Normally it was various numbers of books--seeing who could stack the most--but once Cater tried a tray with a teapot and cups on it. That... didn't go so well.

Cater liked to pretend he was a celebrity! He'd bounce around singing with his hairbrush as a microphone or act like he was MCing for a ball. He would sing a lot as he scrubbed the floors too, popping soap bubbles as he did so.

[haravath0t]

zayne x female!reader

synopsis: when the birthday surprise hits you first, then hits the birthday boy harder 

𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤: a frustrated reader, fluff, a comforting zayne 

“Regardless of past, present, and future,I will be with you forever.”

September 5 cannot come fast enough!

That was what you said a week ago. 

It is now September 4, and you cannot be even more anxious. 

Everyone in Zayne’s unit in Akso Hospital are in high spirits, the group chat going crazy about the party you all were about to hold for Zayne.

The venue, the catering, and the decorations for the surprise party were all now taken care of. Everyone in the “Party Planning Pros” group chat had been raving with excitement, already excited to check into the villa for the surprise party.

Except for you.

You had tasked yourself with overseeing the planning party, every box checked except for the one job you had left: the cake. You had sworn the package with the cake should have arrived yesterday afternoon, having waited all day for any notification, any call, any text. However, you were met with absolutely nothing. Even after that dinner with Zayne, you returned to your apartment complex without a box, the most important box of the year, you’d wager. Once more, you decide to check your push notifications, your call history, your texts, all to get radio silence. Only in this hour of desperation did you recall checking your email. 

Order #017492048: Your delivery has been delayed due unforeseen circumstances. Your delivery is to arrive 09/06. Please contact the seller for policies. 

You were unable to well that night. The morning was full of stress and anxiety, Zayne and you having agreed to head over to the villa at 4 PM. By 8 AM this morning, you immediately ran for the grocery store, grabbing something, anything, to make that cake. You had vowed to yourself that this cake will be special, just as special as the one you had ordered for delivery. You even found it in you to sacrifice a lunch break, wanting to make sure Zayne would have a cake to see when September 5 comes along. 

While your suitcase was packed for the trip a grand mess was made on your kitchen island, the once shiny granite now dulled by flour residue, butter left open to the air, boxes and containers left open. You were clad in an apron too, basically squatting deeply as you nervously watched the cake as the minutes tick by. You had hoped that the YouTube video you followed would at least bring about a decent vanilla cake, but the longer you watched the oven, the more your heart sank. 

Taking the trays out of the oven only reaffirmed your worries, the cake looking sunken in the middle. “Shit, shit, shit,” You muttered to yourself, having had no choice but to rub salt into the wound. With shaky hands, you tried your darndest, using the spatula to spread the dollop of frosting onto the sunken cake. “Oh, god, was I supposed to chill the cake?” You muttered to yourself in panic, only to be disturbed by the soft knock on the door. Zayne. “Oh god, no.” 

With sticky fingers, you tapped your phone screen to check the time, your eyes widening as you say “3:15 PM” boldly appear on your screen. You were like a deer caught in headlights, knowing you were unable to cover up what you did. 

“Who is it?” You called out, an attempt to buy time as you washed the frosting off of your hands. 

“You know who.” 

“No, I don’t! State your name and purpose! I’m a hunter, you know!”

“I am Doctor Zayne from Akso Hospital. There. I did what you asked. May you open the door for me? Please?” 

You found yourself at a state of defeat, devastated by the terrible progress that had been made towards a homemade cake. You trudged towards the door, being greeted with a Zayne whose eyes immediately darted to your own. In typical Zayne fashion, he was quick to note your disheveled state, the flour on your apron already giving him hints of your shenanigans. 

“Alright. What are you up to?” Zayne questioned, his own eyes narrowing slightly as he took the seconds to gain more information. You were dissected, your eyes seeming to bear guilt. If you didn’t look so somber, Zayne would have broken into a smile. Your shoulders slumped, ushering the young doctor into your apartment. You don’t dare say anything, your head bowed down in shame like a dog with its tail between its legs. Zayne was right behind you, his eyes wandering now to the messy kitchen.

The mess was the first thing Zayne noted, the counter full of open ingredients, the utensils unplugged and in need of being washed. The oven was unoccupied but the lights were on, some bowls were stacked in the sink. Zayne knew immediately at the sight alone what you were up to, and the man couldn’t help but feel his heart grow warm at the thought. 

“Oh,” Zayne sighed, looking down at your embarrassed features. “Hey, no it’s okay. You did so much work,” He whispered, taking this time to immediately wrap your body into his embrace. It felt warm, heartbreaking even, knowing that this man had continued to show you patience and comfort despite the mess you had made. You let yourself melt into his embrace, feeling the press of his lips against the top of your head. 

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” Zayne muttered against your head.

“But I wanted to. It’s so rare that you get to celebrate. You always keep working and I thought,” You tried to reason, but you only stopped yourself. You simply sighed against his shirt, relishing in the warmth of his body and the cologne that seeped into your senses. 

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” Zayne breathed, pulling himself away to look into your eyes. When your eyes met his, his lips curled up into a ghost of a smile, the man seeming much more relaxed knowing he can see your face. He was determined to make your spirits be uplifted, even by a little, by deciding to prove to you that your cake was edible, that it was not as bad as you strongly claimed it to be. 

Without a word, he strides to the island, seeing the cake that only had one thin layer of frosting. Needless to say it was cute, seeing the three layers of cake stacked on top of each other to make a cake stand at a decent height. No doubt you were going for a winter motif, seeing the decorations that were meant to adorn the pastry: snowflakes, edible silver glitter, a tiny paper snowman attached to a toothpick, even blue macarons. You watched nervously, but your eyes seemed to relax at the sight of his smile paired with a soft chuckle. No doubt he approved the effort at first glance, the positive first impression making you straighten yourself up. You looked with hope, watching as he dug for a fork to take a piece. His eyes met your own, bringing the piece of vanilla cake into his mouth. 

Zayne gently closed his lips around the fork before taking it out and setting it down, letting his sense of taste take over what type of compliments to send your way. However, the cake was moist, too moist. His mouth felt the supposed baked cake be a mix of crumbs and something that was more liquid than solid: the batter. His facial features fought to remain unchanged, yet the twitch of his right eye only gave him away better than his words possibly could. You couldn’t help but wince as Zayne swallowed that bite, wondering what he’d say next. If there was a man that could hurt with honesty, it was Dr. Zayne. 

“That was the best cake I’ve ever-” “You are a terrible liar, Doctor Zayne!” You countered back, not even letting the brunette finish that poor excuse of a compliment. You noted the way Zayne jumped slightly at the raising of your voice, almost looking unsure of how else to comfort you. 

“It’s vanilla.” “Oh, really? I thought it was red velvet.”

“I like the frosting.” 

“I bought the frosting.” 

“Oh.” 

Silence. 

“Well…”

You could see his insistence in giving you a compliment. Any compliment. However, it only becomes more harmful than beneficial. It’s enough to make you crack up, your shoulders shaking as you conceal your laughter. It was too funny to not laugh, seeing the tall doctor stand there uncharacteristically dumbfounded. Dr. Zayne, the very man who prides himself in research about congenital heart abnormalities, now stands there helplessly as he denied honesty in exchange for poor attempts at sympathy. 

“You’re laughing. I thought you’d be upset.” He blurted out, his hands laid awkwardly by his sides. 

“I don’t know how to feel,” You admitted between quiet chuckles, sighing as you took the steps to be in front of him once again. 

Zayne’s eyes softened at your honest answer, chuckling quietly along with you at the situation you both have found yourselves in. He couldn’t help but still marvel at the effort, knowing by the state of the apartment that you have rushed to put this together. You have been trying everything and anything to pry out answers from him about birthdays and gifts. No doubt that this was something you had looked forward to, that much was certain. Rather than feeling guilt about the labor you have subjected yourself to, he first felt gratitude. Gratitude from the very truth that was laid before his eyes, that there was in fact someone out there that cared for him deeply. So much that the very idea of celebrating him brought light to her eyes, brought about a sense of excitement that he was willing to be the source of. 

His hands gently come up to gently cup your cheeks, gently tilting your face up to you look up at him. The mere notion called you to provide him a better explanation of the underbaked cake. 

“I ordered you a cake. A good one, I will say,” You started, recalling the picture the seller sent you of the cake. “It had, like, winter motifs…and I just wanted to surprise you. It’s not coming on time so,” You paused, your shoulders slumping once again. “So I figured I could make a cake quick enough if I started early in the day. Before you picked me up, but now you’re here, so…” 

Zayne’s brows furrowed, his own attention focused on your words. They were laced with resignation in your tone, you frantic approach towards this underbaked cake something he was easily able to identify. Oh, if you knew he didn’t ask for much when it came to you. You had already done more than plenty when it came to his happiness, let alone during his birthday. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Zayne urged quietly, smiling softly down at you. “It’s just a cake. We can have many cakes, my birthday will not be the only reason to grab a cake. However, the person standing here in front of me, however,” He trailed off, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as his eyes trailed over your features. He can only feel a pang of affection, the mere thought of your being, your attention, your care, a list of endearing traits to describe you. Nothing compares. “The woman making the cake right now is quite priceless. Far more valuable than a cake, if it were up to me.” 

Immediately your heart panged at the tenderness that oozes from this man’s voice. His breath fanned against your skin, your eyes blink in an attempt to stop yourself from crying. The stress has gotten you this far, making you certain you have guided yourself to failure. However, he easily reminded you of just what kind of man he is, why he was so worth the hassle. The sincerity in his words was something that you can never doubt. You simply hummed in acknowledgement, finding yourself at a loss for words. 

“You’re too precious,” He whispered without a thought, his chuckle breathless as he took the time to relish the sight of your flour stained apron, the flustered look in your eyes. It all was meant to make him remember the best birthday he’s ever experienced. He hoped to be able to tell his parents of just what antics his woman brought herself into for his sake. Zayne’s smile was still intact even more so now that you seemed a bit better when all was said and done. “We should probably clean this mess up before we start heading to the villa, hm?” He suggested, snapping you out of your own thoughts.

“Right,” You concurred, feeling his hands let go of your face as you decided to immediately get to cleaning up. However, as you do so, his hand stops you, gently holding onto your forearm as your eyes met his own once again. “What?”

Before you knew it, a bright blue macaron was in your sights. Half of it had been bitten off by Zayne, the man’s head nodding slightly as the flavor burst in his mouth, the sweetness just right before swallowing his piece. Only then were you reminded of the pack of macarons that you bought meant for the cake. He then hands the other half to you, willing you to open your mouth.

“Hold on, we still have salvageable parts of the cake.”

[theycalledhimastar]

I may love Kyle, but I can totally admit when he acts like a total weirdo (he doesn't, he's perfect).

☄. *.

Alright, for starters, man takes up all the counter space with his stuff. Unlike Simon, he is very loyal to his brands and he has a longer face care routine than you do.

Just look at his perfect skin and tell me I'm wrong because you can't, that shit's flawless and he intends to keep it that way.

Every towel in the bathroom smells like him whether or not he's used it and you will never ever figure out why.

(It's because he probably used it-)

"Kyle, did you use my towel after your shower?"

"No, why?"

"Because it literally smells like your bodywash."

"How do I know you didn't just use my bodywash?"

Don't make this about me, Kyle Garrick. You know what you did, you're just lucky your shampoo is easy on the senses. He's the one task force member that seems to be able to differentiate between what smells good and what is altogether too much.

The type of guy to have long, gorgeous eyelashes and always, ALWAYS complain about them getting in his eyes.

Like suck it up pretty boy, you're literally living my dream here with those baby doll eyelashes of yours.

He also knows it pisses you off so he tries not to mention when it happens, so you'll just catch him sitting there on the couch blinking like a madman. Trying his darndest to get the annoying eyelash from his eye without drawing attention to it. Although really and truly this just makes it more noticeable and kinda funny to watch.

Applies Chapstick in that really weird way that guys do it where they make a duck face, except he's fully self aware, he just knows it weirds you out so he exaggerates it further.

"Babe what are you doing, that's not how you apply chapstick."

"What do you mean, there's no right way to do it." :0

SLEEPS WITH HIS SOCKS ON BECAUSE HIS FEET ARE ALWAYS FREEZING!!!

Like thank you for sparing me from those absolute ice blocks, but like babe, that is unnatural. It is cruel and unusual and I will not stand for it!!

(Socks stay on during sex-)

Also prolly wears long sleeves and pants to bed regardless of how warm it is because he swears its more comfortable. Bro going to bed fully dressed, all he needs are shoes smh.

On a similar note, his hands are always cold, but instead of putting them in his front pockets or his jacket pockets like a normal guy, he walks around with his hands in his back pockets given the chance.

Doesn't think it's weird, but he walks around leaned back in order to do it and it looks goofy as hell.

Willing to advocate for you and it's really sweet, except it'll be for every single little thing. Like not just ketchup that you ordered but didn't get, if you off-handedly mention that whatever you ordered is kinda cold, he is on it immediately.

"Hey, uh, my Partner here says their food is a little cold, is there any way we could fix that please?"

Like he's not rude about it, but you still want to die inside because it's not a big deal and he doesn't seem to get that you really weren't complaining or trying to get him to fix it.

[annievrse]

boyfriend!eren headcanons ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

—ᡣ𐭩 headcanons part 2

boyfriend!eren shoves his fingers in your mouth when you yawn

boyfriend!eren puts his foot into the back of your knee when you’re in line for food

boyfriend!eren buys you said food, only to steal off your plate (sometimes eating half of it)

boyfriend!eren apologises for doing both with his arms locked around you, kisses all over your face until you laugh, and promises he won’t do it again (he does)

boyfriend!eren lays on top of you with his full weight

boyfriend!eren will always drive except when you have to pick him up from sports practice or a night out with the boys (even then he will try and figure out a way to get behind the wheel)

boyfriend!eren lays on your couch and watches videos on his phone, ignoring everyone until you have to literally yank the phone out of his hands to get his attention

boyfriend!eren loves back scratches (and makes you give them to him) but hates giving them back (he’s hopeless, will literally drag his fingers up your back for 0.8 seconds and give up)

boyfriend!eren brings you a bouquet of your favourite flowers every week without question

boyfriend!eren buys you the most childish birthday cards ever, but spends days figuring out what to write inside because he wants to pour his heart out but doesn’t know how

boyfriend!eren writes the most heartfelt messages (essays) inside your birthday cards (you cry at every single one because you can tell he put his soul into it. he doesn't half-ass these ever)

boyfriend!eren tries his absolute hardest to read your favourite book (without your knowledge) so he can talk to you about it

boyfriend!eren will put up a fight about brushing his hair after he washes it, but lets you do it anyway (spoiler: he falls asleep every time)

boyfriend!eren who accidentally loses your pyjamas at his place, so you have to wear his

boyfriend!eren lets you put your music on when sharing earphones (even if he sometimes doesn't particularly like the genre)

boyfriend!eren will pluck the lollipop out of your mouth to put in his own

boyfriend!eren will talk your ear off (literally) for hours about anything and everything because he's bored out of his head (he will talk about the damn trees and the sky for half an hour - that's how bored he is).

boyfriend!eren will text you about the same shit if he's not with you (expect 23 new messages if you haven't checked your phone for 10 minutes <3)

boyfriend!eren will get out of bed at 5am sharp after he watches a david goggins video, trying his darndest not to wake you up (he does, but you don't tell him that, it would hinder his motivation)

boyfriend!eren folds your laundry if he notices it sitting there (he does try his best, and you wouldn't dare refold it, putting it in your drawers or closet as is)

boyfriend!eren whips you with a teatowel in the kitchen after being suspiciously quiet for 2 minutes (he was perfecting his technique)

boyfriend!eren then starts a war (you win because his aim is way off)

boyfriend!eren will sit so close to you on the couch (especially in group settings) that your thighs are flush, and his shoulder is in front of yours

boyfriend!eren admires it when you and armin do puzzles together (he tried, but he got frustrated)

boyfriend!eren will never forget your coffee shop order (even if you aren't there, which leaves him with 2 drinks)

[dreamties]

Polyam! Ghostface Comforting GN! Reader About Their SA

A/N- yeah. hiii. it's billy !! im back. again. plz read with caution- there is no mention of the assault itself (it is alluded to many times; there are no intimate details), still. you know yourself best. stay safe lovelies <33

I tried keeping the assaulters identity neutral- but let me know if i messed up and used he/him pronouns at all and i'll edit the post :3

Billy is unable to understand the full scope of your traumas, however, he understands that it runs deep, that if your anything like he is that you feel it in your bones and the ache of your body.

Trauma is so personal and crushing. He wants nothing more than to take that away from you, endlessly lift your spirits, he wants to make you feel whole again. Loves you too much to see you like this.

He can't do that. As much as he and Stu can do, they can't erase what has already happened. He will be there as much as he can, for whatever you need. He has always been devoted to his loves- it increases tenfold when you open up about your assault.

Stu automatically wants to kill the perpetrator, takes Billy aside to tell him all his gruesome thoughts- until Billy stops him. Tells him, roughly, to shut up. You don’t know what you're talking about, man. Our little love needs to make that choice on their own.

Billy talks about it with Stu beforehand obvi. Billy wants to wait for you to ask them about killing your assaulter, while Stu would go to you and ask straight up if you want to be the one to kill them (if you want them dead. He won't understand if you desire to keep them alive tee bee aich, but he'll honor your choice).

Stu just like. He doesn't get it. He doesn't handle it well at first. He's far too brash and laughing- well. Not laughing, he knows enough to realize that would have been a bad move. Though he seems to not know enough as he's all jokes still.

Both boys are so emotionally stunted- Stu has only had to comfort girlfriends before (which, he was admittedly not the best at. He stole apologies and one liners from movies) and the brief vulnerable moments that Billy allows himself to show. C'mon, give him a pass, okay? He's trying :(

Stu's comforts are all hugs and cuddles and gifts- depending how you react to those things, maybe he won't have to branch out too hard. Either way you'll need more than one source or level of comfort- Stu WILL learn new things for you, though.

He has a hard time if you don't want physical touch! He gets all whiny about it and it pisses you off, you have to give him a stern talking to that it's NOT about him and he has no right to act like that. Psssh whatever . . .

(he's really sorry though. He promises)

He buys you so many things, as if that will ever make what happened okay. He hopes you appreciate it though. He'll get all sorts of comfort items, food and stuffies and stuff that he KNOWS you love. He'll buy it in bulk if he has to lol

For learning things, it's hard on all of you, but he and Billy will try their darndest to be emotionally available (just for you, babe!!). Billy is good at listening, Stu needs to get better with it.

Billy just listens to what you have to say, and I think on really emotional nights he opens up about his own trauma. He opens his wounds so you know he genuinely cares and is committed to you. Regardless of anything and everything. Billy will make himself a permanent fixture in your life, always.

(again really not that Stu wouldn't but it's so different y'all)

ALSO NIGHTMARES OHMYGOD

If you have nightmares they'll stay up with you until you're ready to fall asleep (or at least try).

They make it an all-nighter and pretend they were always planning for movie night. If you want to watch something that's not horror? Yeah, that's okay!

Most of Stu's VHS collection is horror lol

Though he does have some buddy comedies and cheesy romcoms. He owns one or two mysteries cause Billy likes them.

Anyways !!! Have your pick darlin' <333 They won't judge or complain

Admittedly they aren't great with panic attacks. Billy gets anxious- what if he makes it WORSE? He'd hate himself for it. Stu is surprisingly good at grounding you though :D

All in all- it's an adjustment for everyone. They're gonna be there for you forever though, okay? Good luck getting rid of them <3

[pianokantzart]

Something I love about the Mario movie is how is basically squashed any kind of ideas of Luigi being jealous of Mario from the get go that fans have come up/theorized throughout the years.

The whole “Luigi is jealous and tired of living in Mario’s shadow” has no leg to stand on when it comes to this movie.

In fact, Luigi is actively the one singing praises towards Mario, he knows that his brother dreams big and has a big heart, he knows his brother is amazing and he loves him for that.

Does he have low self esteem? Absolutely. But there is absolutely not a single bit of jealousy/envy towards Mario, Luigi loves and adores him far too much to ever be jealous and angry at Mario, someone who means the absolute world to him.

Oh don't you get me started.

Too late, I’ve gotten started. YOU ARE SO RIGHT. The movie did to theories that Luigi's “bitter and jealous” what it did to theories that Mario’s an antisocial asshat.

There are two things I can point to that are to blame for the theories that Luigi is bitter and jealous:

The description of his Negative Zone final smash from Super Smash Bros. Brawl:

"Luigi's final smash. As exotic music plays, he performs a dance befitting a sorcerous incantation. A barrier envelopes him, negatively impacting all in his area. Random effects include getting launched, sleeping, moving in slow motion, tripping, fainting, and losing attack power. This technique is a reflection of the dark side he embraced in his brother's shadow."

2. His characterization in Paper Mario

But there’s like… almost 40 years of games to glean from. You can literally pick and choose whatever you want to form any sort of theory (like a certain internet man did when arguing that Mario is an animal abusing sociopath). But 99% of the games show about as much evidence that Luigi is bitter as they do that Mario is a bad person– none at all. Quite the opposite, in fact.

As for Paper Mario, it's the only time Luigi is directly characterized as envious... NOT jealous. He still loves his brother and sees him as worthy of the praise he gets, but he feels bad being stuck at home, and desperately wants to be brought along for the adventure– to have his opportunity in the limelight. But Paper Mario is kind of its own thing, established to be a separate universe from the mainline Mario games. In the Super Mario Brothers RPGs– which delve deeper into the bros character while remaining more aligned with the classic "canon"– the dynamic is quite the opposite! Mario dives headfirst into danger while Luigi desperately avoids it unless there is no other choice. In Super Mario Brothers Superstar Saga he tries his darndest to not be taken along for the adventure, confident that his brother can handle the task.

But one consistent across the Mario games is Luigi being the underdog of all underdogs; unlucky and clumsy, the butt of the joke, and constantly undermined. Naturally this causes people to get defensive of him– get angry for him, and project their feelings onto the character himself.

But tHEN WE HAVE THE MOVIE!!!!

Nintendo is given a chance to craft Mario and Luigi into fully fleshed-out characters with motivations and backstories, not just plucky videogame personalities for people to project themselves into, and boy oh BOY did they knock it out of the park.

While Mario is still a headstrong hero with a never-say-die attitude and a heart of gold, everything he does is for his brother. Mario has insecurities about feeling small and wants to prove himself to his father, but in the end his love for Luigi is his main motivator. Mario can handle being threatened, made fun of, and told he’s crazy, but if you want to truly hurt him, tell him his actions are hurting his brother. Try hurting Luigi directly, and Mario will tear you a new one.

In return, everything Luigi does is for Mario! Lu’s not the willful ball of determination and gusto that his brother is– he has always been nervous, softhearted, and sensitive, which is why he lets his brother lead the way. Luigi’s not living in Mario’s shadow, he’s thriving off of his confidence! He recognizes Mario as his best friend and greatest source of strength, and will follow him absolutely anywhere.

There is no sense of Mario being treated like the beloved star of the show while Luigi gets the short end of the stick. They are both downtrodden, both learning, and both dependent on each other. It's not just Super Mario, it's the Super Mario Brothers, who equally inspire each other to be the best version of themselves.

[twothpaste]

thinkin bout kumatora & postgame claus

How surreal it must be - after fighting for their lives against the Masked Man multiple times - for Claus to suddenly be airdropped into Kumatora's periphery. How she knew, quite possibly from the first time she laid eyes on him, who he really was. But she refused to intervene, couldn't bring herself to tell Lucas, bitterly resigned herself to writing him off as a lost cause. Now, against all odds or reason, he's still here. And he's literally just a scared broken kid.

The fact he looks just like Lucas is probably beyond gutwrenching. Kuma traveled their whole tiny fuckin' world with Lucas at her side, put all her trust in him, welcomed him into her life as her dearest friend. She came to admire his bravery. She saw his innocence pitted against everyone else's cruelty, and swore to protect him. And now there's this kid - who shares his face - who got kidnapped and chopped up and stitched back together with incorrect metal parts. Got fucking lobotomized, totally mind wiped - everything Kuma finds wholesome and earnest and lovable about Lucas was ripped away from Claus. One of his eyes is sick with exhaustion, the other's some intrusive mechanical mockery they stuffed into his mess of scars. Even just glancing at him probably invokes horrific hypotheticals and gruesome imagery in Kumatora's head, what if they'd done that to Lucas, if they'd done that to Lucas she'd burn down the whole fucking planet Earth!! And why shouldn't she, when they did it to his identical twin brother?! And Claus flinches at the way she looks at him, senses her telepathic fury - probably thinks she's vying for vengeance against him, for what he did to her friends and her family - and he wouldn't blame her! And Kumatora's gotta stand up and leave the room, before her tears start boiling over.

How Claus tries his darndest to rekindle his old self, tryin to cast necromancy on his goofy childhood sense of humor, the boisterous little schmuck he used to be. He musters toothy grins, he attempts reckless stunts, he pokes fun at his brother. And sure, Kuma's heard plenty of stories from Lucas about that funny ol' farm boy. She's sharp as a knife though. She can tell Claus is forcing it. But somehow the effort is all the more tragic, even endearing, maybe even relatable. Hasn't she been putting up a tough front all this time, too? While she too oughtta be grieving her family? Claus cracks some corny-ass joke, and she catches the dry strain in his awkward tweenage voice. But she laughs with him anyways. And reaches over to ruffle his stupid orange hair.

He has trouble sleeping, often plagued by night terrors, and insomnia, and all the strange aches in his mangled and mutilated body. Kuma has trouble sleeping, too. It's hard to shut her brain up at night, now that her whole universe has been twisted inside out and turned on its head. While Lucas snoozes like a pile of rocks, she stays up to accompany his brother. They try to talk about everything besides the shit that's happened to them. If not just for their own sakes, for each others'. She'd like to take his mind off it, if she can. When he tells another dumb joke, this time about how badly Duster's socks reek, she blinks. Recognizing he's tryin' to do the same for her. His strains and migraines sometimes steal away his humor, his sleep, and even his breath. Kuma's got PSI Lifeup. Not as potent as Lucas'. But she'll offer what she can. Mixolydia taught her to knead tension from temples, and how to give a halfway decent shoulder massage. She's mortified to discover his muscles are just as tense as the steel on the other side. She tries to laugh that off, too. And hold back another round of broiling tears, when he musters a weak chuckle in reply.

Claus should've known the "tough older brother" schtick wasn't built to last. They're twins, for christ's sake. A difference of fourteen minutes doesn't make him any more reliable, doesn't make him a better protector, doesn't charge him with any more responsibility than Lucas. Still, the cutesy mythos their family and neighbors'd built around the two of them stays lodged in his chest. Alongside the bygone image of his wimpy younger twin, cryin' his guts out over a scraped knee. Claus' failure feels immense, unconscionable, treachery of the highest degree. Somehow, though? Havin' a big sister almost seems to balance the scales. Puts it all into clearer perspective. He used to wear 'eldest sibling' as a badge of honor. These days, he's relieved to find the burden's not quite all his. Kuma guides both twins to trespass with her on a high rooftop. And catches Lucas by the collar, when a clumsy overstep nearly has him slippin' off the edge.

She confesses her darkest secret, on one of those sleepless nights. Tells him she knew from the start, that Lucas had a twin. Put the pieces together the minute she saw him, leering down from that airship, his helmet gleaming in the sun. And her molten tears finally get the better of her - "damn it" - when she reckons she might couldda saved him, freed him that much sooner, kept him from havin' to fight his brother - if only she'd been brave enough to say so. Probably not, really. But maybe. Kumatora may expect somethin' akin to vengeance, in the way he looks at her. She wouldn't blame him. He shakes his head, though. Says he's sorry, too - for what he did to her family. That maybe each n' every one of 'em would still be here, if not for him. Probably not. But maybe. When she lost Ionia, Kumatora'd been convinced there was no one left in this world who would love her. She's starting to realize these days that she was gravely mistaken. She's not only loved, but needed. It's a warm, curious, brand new feeling in her chest. Deep in Claus' guts, twisted as it all seems, some part of him is just glad someone recognized the kid in the mask.

They hug it out. And maybe wrestle a little, before falling asleep at dawn.

[luvangelbreak]

Deprived | Eight

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smut? (whoops), male!masturbation, abuse? (nothing heavy) word count: 2.5k a/n: y'all this is my first time attempting some sort of smut so if its bad GIVE ME A BREAK. i tried my gosh darndest i swear.

pov: layla

After staying at Downs with Matt and his friends for a few more hours, he and Chris dropped me at my house around 10 pm. I unbuckled my seatbelt as I leaned forward to put my elbows on the console between them as Chris hummed along to the song that he was playing on aux.

"Thanks for coming tonight," Matt smiled at me and I returned it quickly along with a nod.

"Thanks for letting me," I smiled up at him, my high slowly fading now that it had been a few hours since I smoked, "I'll see you guys at school."

They both returned their own versions of goodbyes as I slid out of the backseat, closing the door behind me. I sighed when I noticed my dad's car in the driveway, hoping that he was asleep already.

Much to my dismay, the moment I opened the front door and Matt drove away, I heard his footsteps travel down the hallway. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment as I closed the door behind me before I opened them again to see him standing there, swaying back and forth as he looked at me with dead eyes.

"Where were you?" he slurred, trying to sound angry but he just looked tired and out of it. I adjusted my phone in my pocket and looked over to him.

"I messaged you. I was at a friend's hockey game," I answered truthfully and he furrowed his eyebrows further as he took a step towards me making me tense. I didn't move from my place in front of the door, my body being frozen.

"Did you take the brick to Wes?" he asked me and I shook my head, hearing him huff as I looked at my feet.

"He said he wanted it tomorrow. I'll do it then," I answered quietly and I felt my breath catch in my throat as he stepped even closer to me.

"What did I say about mumbling?" he said through gritted teeth and I swallowed my nerves, lifting my head to see he was only a foot from me.

"I'll do it tomorrow," I answered him clearly and he just stared at me, a rage behind his eyes that was always misplaced. I knew he was never mad at me, I did everything he wanted me to, but he had to take his anger out on someone and I was always the only person around.

"You better start pulling your act together," he pointed a lazy finger at me, eyes drooping as he did so, "Or you will turn out like your bitch of a mother."

"Dad don't say that," I whispered shakily and he shook his head.

"What did I say about talking back?" his voice raised, making me flinch slightly but I continued to stare into his eyes, not backing down as he swayed in his spot.

"I'm sorry. I'll do better," I answered clearly, fitting the urge to throw him out of the house and lock him out.

"I'm going to bed. Don't fucking wake me up tomorrow," he grumbled, trudging back to his room and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I leaned against the front door, hearing his door slam as I closed my eyes. I reached around, locking both locks on the door before I waddled down to my room.

I closed the door behind me, flicking the lights on before I quickly got changed into clothes to sleep in. I looked in the mirror to take my makeup off and I forgot the 81 Matt had painted on my cheek was still there. It was slightly smudged but I smiled to myself, biting my lip before I grabbed a makeup wipe, scrubbing it off of my face before taking the rest of my eye makeup off.

I slid under my covers, checking my phone quickly to see a message from Wes.

Westy 10:21pm yo, when u dropping tmrw?

You 10:23pm probs around 6 that good w u?

Westy 10:24pm ye c u then

I sighed, locking my phone before plugging it in. I turned to stare at the ceiling, adjusting my pillow behind me as my mind travelled to the events of today. I didn't really want to go to Downs but I felt the need to go with Matt, feeling bad if I left immediately once the game ended.

I thought about when I took his phone and the fake anger on his face, making me smile to myself. I became bold when I was high and it wasn't until he was standing in front of me, I decided it would be fun to put his phone in my bra. The feeling of his fingers brushing against the skin of my stomach was enough to raise goosebumps on my skin and I felt like the air had left my lungs when his hand brushed against my boobs. I didn't think it through, now overthinking it and wondering if I went too far.

Was he uncomfortable and I didn't notice? Did he really not want to do it and I misread the situation? Did he hesitate because he was scared to touch me or because he found it unpleasant?

My mind circled with thoughts of anxiety and worry but soon enough, my mind fell to only the feeling of his hands on me as I drifted to sleep, hugging the pillow beside me.

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pov: matt

It took me forever to fall asleep, my mind falling to Layla every time I closed my eyes. I don't remember what time I fell asleep but when I woke up at 2 pm, I realised it would be exponentially harder to get my sleep schedule on track when I went back to school on Monday.

I spent the first hour awake just scrolling aimlessly on my phone before I decided to get up, seeing Chris and Nick sitting on the couch. I walked past the living room and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water. I waltzed back into the living room, placing myself on the couch beside Nick.

"Nice of you to join us," Nick said sarcastically as he watched a random movie on the TV and I turned my head to look at him.

"It's the weekend, bro. Give me a break," I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of the water before screwing the cap back on.

"I'll give you a break when you stop putting your hand up Layla's shirt in the middle of a parking lot," Nick raised his eyebrows at me and I let my jaw hang open.

"Chris!" I yelled at him and he held his hands up in defence, "It wasn't like that."

"How is touching a girl's tits 'not like that'," Chris smiled and I rolled my eyes, flopping back into the couch.

"She took my phone and put it in her bra. She said the only way I was getting it back was if I grabbed it. So I did," I explained and Nick and Chris shared a look before they both looked at me.

"She would've given it back eventually. She can't hold your phone hostage," Nick deadpanned and I pursed my lips, crossing my arms over my chest as I sank further down into the couch.

"Well, I wanted my phone and I got it. End of story," I mumbled before I heard Chris's chuckle. They didn't say anything further, turning their attention away from me as I stared blankly at the wall.

My mind drifted to her again, the feeling of her skin against my fingertips. I squeezed my eyes shut, letting my head fall back onto the couch as I tried to get her out of my mind. I felt like I was in middle school and just discovered a girl's body for the first time, the tent in my sweatpants making it obvious that I was losing my mind over this girl.

I grabbed a blanket, pulling it over my body to hide my now very obvious boner from Chris and Nick. I tried to picture anything else, the classic of my grandma or my brothers doing some stupid shit but to no avail, my mind always travelled back to her.

I wondered what she would look like laying in my bed in nothing but my shirt or what sounds she would make as I slid my hands down her body. I wondered whether she would be loud and dominating or quiet and submissive, my mind leaning towards the former considering she called me a good boy last night.

Good boy.

My mind wouldn't stop reeling her words in my head and I quickly shot up from the couch, throwing the blanket off of myself as I walked out of the room.

"Where you going?" Chris asked me.

"Shower," I quickly responded, not looking back at him as I made a B-line for the bathroom.

I turned on the shower, quickly sliding my clothes off before I stepped in, the warm water covering my skin. I looked down at the tattoos covering my waist, imagining her hands running along them delicately. I groaned, hitting my forehead against the wall of the shower to rid my thoughts.

I never intended to think about her like this, I wanted to be friends, but it was hard to feel that way when everything she did drew me towards her. It started with her eyes, peering up at me with judgement and confusion before it turned to happiness and seductiveness, whether that was her intent or not didn't matter in my brain.

When she bit her lip, the soft pink skin that I wanted nothing more than to bite into right now. I wrapped my hand around the base of my dick, hissing when I felt how hard I was as I pulsed in my own hand. Keeping my head against the wall, I started stroking myself slowly as I panted lightly.

I imagined my hand as hers, her delicate fingers working their way around me easily as the water made it easier to glide over the skin. I let my eyes fall closed, thinking of her brown eyes looking up at me in pleasure before I bucked my hips into my own hand.

I mentally slapped myself for thinking about her like this but I couldn't stop myself. She was bad for me, I knew that, but it made me want her all that much more. Something I shouldn't have being mine was what drew me to her more every day. The way she was so different from me, her life so different from mine, tempted me towards her in ways I hadn't realised until now. The thrill of doing something you shouldn't was intoxicating.

I groaned as I thrusted into my hand, the pleasure building in my stomach as I imagined her in front of me, nails running down my back as her body would press against mine. The way her face would be contorted in pleasure and back arching in bliss. The beautiful noises that would fall from her lips, calling my name back to me to let me know I was the one who could make her feel such a way.

I let out a small whine, almost feeling her arms around me as I came undone and slowed my pace, pumping myself steadily as my tip became red and sensitive. I hissed pulling my hand away from myself as I sighed.

I quickly finished my shower, deciding I didn't have the energy to shave again and just washed my face regularly. I turned off the shower, stepping out and drying myself off. After wrapping my towel around my waist, I picked my clothes up from the floor and exited the bathroom.

I entered my bedroom moments later, shutting the door behind me while shaking my head and throwing my dirty clothes in the laundry. I picked out some sweatpants and a pink shirt, realising I wasn't going anywhere important today.

I sat down at my desk, opened my laptop and played a random playlist on Spotify as I started studying to the best of my ability. Before I knew it an hour had passed and I had barely written anything on the page when I heard a knock at my door.

"Yeah?" I called out, not bothering to turn around. I heard the door open, catching my attention and Chris waltzed into my room, throwing himself on my bed.

"What are you doing?" he asked, typing something on his phone as I spun around again.

"Trying to study," I mumbled, tapping my pen against the table as I looked down at the empty page, my thoughts blank when looking at the numbers.

"Since when do you struggle to study," Chris mumbled as I heard him shift on my bed. I looked over to see him now laying on his stomach, his head at the end of the bed that was close to me.

"Since now I guess," I sighed, slumping back in my seat as I placed my hands on my head.

"Someone's pussy whipped," Chris mumbled and I frowned at him, noticing a small smirk on his lips making me roll my eyes.

"Yeah, I'm pussy whipped over a girl I haven't even hugged. Nice thinking genius," I answered sarcastically and he once again, shifted on my bed to sit up, crossing his legs over each other.

He shrugged, looking at me with tired eyes as he said, "So ask her out?"

"What happened to thinking she was a psychopath?" I asked, squinting my eyes at him and he shrugged once again.

"Maybe I judged too early. She seems chill around you," he answered and I turned my head towards my desk, biting my lip to hide my triumphant smile. I got rid of the smile on my lips before I looked at him again and he said jokingly, "As long as you don't start breaking our sober streak."

"Does one puff of a cigarette count as breaking the sober streak?" I asked hesitantly and I saw his eyebrows furrow.

"What?" he asked, leaning forward so his elbows were on his knees as he looked at me sceptically.

I sighed, running my hand down my face as I mumbled, "That day I went to McDonald's with her. She was smoking and I don't know why but I took it and tried it."

"Matt," Chris groaned and I threw my hands out in front of me.

"I don't know why I did it! It was fucking awful anyway," I explained and he shook his head, clear disappointment, "She just made it look so easy."

"She's already fucking you up," he shook his head, his distaste for her once again peeking through as I sighed.

"It's not her fault. I'm the fucking idiot that didn't think before I did it," I groaned and adjusted my shirt as it rode up my back from sliding down the chair.

"Yeah, you are a fucking idiot," he shook his head, a smile falling onto his lips before mumbling, "Pussy whipped."

"Fuck off!" I threw my pen at him as he jumped off of my bed and ran out of my room giggling like a little kid.

"Nick he's pussy whipped!" I heard him call out to our brother as he jogged down the hall and I rolled my eyes, placing my forehead on my desk in despair.

tags:

@ilovechrissturniolo1 @leprechaunbirthdaygirl @sturnfix

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Nightcrawler definitely donates his DNA towards making Sentinel!Reader a body, idk who else would

also- do you think Scott tries convincing Cable to stay in the past?

Cube Anon

Kurt is offering his DNA, his holy water, and his wallet-

Kurt, Kurt no, it doesn't take bribes or sacrifices-

And yes, Scott is doing his darndest to get his baby boy (a full grown weary man with lasers) to stay with him and his two moms and his entire family of adopted team-

(Yeah... who all do you think offers DNA for Reader to have a body/relative? What I can say right now is, a LOT...) (Hahaha, custody battle amd friendship battle time!) (Plus convincing baby Death God Gambit to go back to life with Reader-)

[artiststarme]

The Kids Grovel for Steve's Forgiveness

Part 3 of the "The Party Forgets Steve's Birthday" fic! I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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There was something off with Steve and Eddie lately but Dustin couldn’t quite place his finger on what it was. They’d both been distant for the past few weeks for unknown reasons. Steve hadn’t been answering any of the Party’s phone calls and he’d refused to drive any of them anywhere. The times he did interact with them, Eddie would swoop in and take him elsewhere. He was acting as a blockade of sorts, preventing any member of the Party besides himself from getting close to Steve. The last time any of the kids had spoken to him uninterrupted was weeks ago when Steve refused to let them rent a rated R movie and if anything, the kids should be mad at him, not the other way around.  

Perhaps most concerning about the whole situation was how Eddie was postponing sessions for the campaign. He’d canceled Hellfire club two weeks in a row, an action he once called “blasphemous and unjust”. Everyone was really worried about his change of heart and Dustin was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Everything came to a head at Friday’s session, the first one in weeks that Eddie hadn’t tried to postpone. He was unnecessarily brutal at this session and was doing his darndest to kill everyone like some sort of fantasy nerd serial killer. The session was supposed to continue from where they were recuperating at an inn in a small village and all of the boys were looking forward to some light humor in these confusing times. What no one was expecting was for the evil gorgons and their tamed serpents to attack the town in an effort to kill their group in an act of revenge. 

They were supposed to be having a fun time playing a campaign for DnD but Eddie seemed more malicious, more hostile than usual. Only two hours in and half the Party was dead, the rest low on hit points, right on the verge of death. 

“Okay, what the hell?” Dustin shouted as Gary the Great turned to stone after being caught in a fire and cornered by a gorgon.

“What?” Eddie asked him, his expression a careful mask of neutrality. 

“What’s your problem? We ended the last session safe at an inn, what the hell is this?” The other guys nodded their agreement with his outburst. No one was expecting to get their favorite characters murdered so ruthlessly, at least not so soon in the session. 

“The inn burned down and the town is under attack by merciless gorgons. That’s not my fault,” Eddie told them all. 

“Yes it is, you literally wrote this! This session was supposed to last ten hours. We’re two hours in and most of us are dead! Why are you doing this?” Dustin’s voice was embarrassingly shrill but it got his point across just fine. 

“It’s not my fault your strategy sucks, Henderson! Maybe you should try a little harder to stay alive!” Eddie yelled back.  

Will piped up then, “we should ask Steve for help, he’s good at strategy!”

“You will not! Do not bother Steve,” Eddie pointed at him. 

“Why are you being so neurotic today? And why are you gatekeeping Steve? We want answers!” Dustin yelled again. The other kids voiced their agreement as well. 

They heard a crash in the Munson kitchen and everyone jerked to look at Lucas standing in the doorway. He held up a small Polaroid picture dated from a few weeks ago with a small ‘Happy Birthday, Stevie-poo! I love you’ written in the corner. “What is this?”

Mike scoffed, “who cares about Steve right now? I want to know why Eddie’s been so weird lately.”

His comment must’ve thrown Eddie over the edge because he jumped up from his seat and started screaming at them. “You fuckers forgot his birthday! Steve’s been your friend for at least three years and you’ve never even done as much as tell him happy birthday! So now he’s hurt because he doesn't think you guys care and I think you’re all jackasses that shouldn’t get to be around him anyways! Nice going assholes, you pissed us both off.”

Jeff, Grant, and Gareth looked around the room before standing up from their spots on the couch. Jeff awkwardly clapped his hands and started moving towards the door. “Well guys, there seems to be some friction today so we’re just going to head out for now. We should probably just pick this up next week, that way we have plenty of time to make new characters.”

Eddie nodded at him before sneering at the rest of the Party. “That’s a good idea, Jeff. The rest of you can get the hell out.”

Then he dramatically whirled around and stormed into his room, slamming his bedroom door behind him. Jeff, Grant, and Gareth shook their heads at the kids before leaving, which left Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and Will to consider the gravity of what they’d done. None of them had ever even thought about Steve’s birthday, it had never come up in conversation and they’d never noticed a lack of celebration. Dustin felt particularly guilty as he picked up the DnD table in the Munson living room. Steve was practically his brother, he of all people should’ve known his birthday. 

Nearly twenty minutes later, they heard the bedroom door down the hallway open and paused in their ministrations. Eddie was either coming out to apologize to them or to yell at them some more and while they were all nervous, they were prepared for either option. They deserved it. But to their utter shock, it wasn’t Eddie that came out. No, instead it was a sleep-rumpled Steve, shirtless, with glasses on and his usually immaculate hair in disarray.

He squinted his eyes at them in confusion before making a double take. “What the- what are you guys still doing here?”

“Steve! What are you doing in Eddie’s room and why are you shirtless?” Lucas asked him. 

“Uh, I was taking a nap.”

“In Eddie’s bed? Why wouldn’t you just sleep at your own house?” Mike sneered at him.

“What’s with the interrogation?! Stop asking questions you don’t want the answers to and let me live!” Steve yelled at them.

So Steve was still mad. But now, Dustin understood why. “Steve, we’re so sorry! We didn’t know it was your birthday so we know why you’re mad and we don’t blame you. But-”

“Dustin, I’m not mad, I’m disappointed,” he said. Oh shit, that was worse! “But it’s fine. I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up, that’s on me.”

“Steve, we should’ve done something and we’re sorry. You’re one of our best friends and we’ll do better,” Lucas told him. He patted his bare shoulder to emphasize his point. 

Mike nodded at his words but said nothing in further agreement. Dustin felt awful. After everything Steve had done for them, they’d forgotten his birthday. And then he had the nerve to say it was his fault?! What was wrong with this guy?

“Steve, you didn’t deserve that. We’ll make it up to you somehow. We’ll wash your car and bring you lunch when you work, and we’ll never forget another one of your birthdays, we promise.” He promised him earnestly.

Steve pulled him into a hug and messed up his hair despite his squawk of outrage. “I forgive you guys. Really, it’s not a big deal. I haven’t celebrated my birthday in years so it’s fine.”

“You will not forgive them!” Eddie stormed down the hallway to pull Dustin out of Steve’s embrace. He wrapped his own arms around his… Steve, and pointed an accusing finger at them. “He’s not just going to drop his hurt feelings to make you assholes feel better. You bitches better grovel if you want Steve and I to forgive you. Now scram, why are you still here?”

~*~*~*~

For the next two weeks, the kids made it their mission to prove to Steve how much he meant to them. Eddie told them to grovel and grovel they did. 

Dustin brought him a homemade lunch from his mom to Family Video every shift he worked. He cleaned his car (technically he just bribed Nancy to drive it through the car wash but still, the thought was there). And he taught him how to play DnD so he could join the next campaign with his own character. 

Lucas went over to the Harrington house to clean the pool every week and mowed the lawn while he was over there. Steve looked shocked when he came home to that but Lucas was reasonably sure he was happy. He also played basketball with him at the park and listened to all of Steve’s mostly helpful tips. 

Mike just eased up on the glaring and brought him a Slurpee once. He also made sure to take his anger out on Nancy instead of Steve as he usually did. 

When they told Robin shortly after their odd interaction at Eddie’s, she was horrified. She immediately ditched Vickie to devote all of her time and best friend-ness to Steve as she should’ve done in the first place. She bought him dinner, stole movies to watch at movie nights with him, and bit her tongue when she saw Eddie kiss him in front of her. She would be the best friend she should’ve been initially and wait for Steve to come to her (which he did a few hours later). 

Needless to say, Steve was freaked out for a good month. People were being too nice to him and it was like he slipped into a parallel universe. Everything looked the same and the rest of the town seemed the same but his friends couldn’t be more different. After multiple panic attacks and burnouts, Eddie told the Party to ease up or deal with the consequences. 

What finally got things back to normal was Hopper organizing and hosting a belated birthday celebration at the Hopper-Byers’ house. All of his friends came together to celebrate him turning 20. Eddie obtained another cake from the bakery and decorated it himself, as per usual. This time, he had more room and was able to write a grotesque “BIRTH STEVE, Another year gone”. The adults of the Party were of course horrified at the dripping red frosting of the lettering and the spattering of rainbow sprinkles but Steve had never felt so touched. 

The Party sang him happy birthday in a myriad of too-flat notes and screeches but it was special nonetheless. Especially when Hopper threw an arm around Steve’s shoulder to tell him that it would happen every year. And from that point forward, it did. 

The End

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[bogbatz]

Vincent head cannons - Domestic life! -

- ok so first off!! Imagine eating a big juicy burger with this boy!!! He's so messy!!!! And he licks his hands clean 💕💕 nasty boy

- If you don't physically restrain him during meals, he will finish the whole plate in SECONDS. he waits patiently (sorta) for you to finish because he knows he'll get your leftovers

- get this man a lick mat ASAP

- 4th of July is a living HELL for him. Thunder jackets aren't enough!! You have to basically sedate him. He doesn't smoke weed often, but you sneak him an edible and put on dog enrichment videos.

- sneaking pills in deli meat and cheese

- he HAS to be in the bathroom with you. Say goodbye to peace and solitude. Y'know those videos of cats sitting in people's underwear while they're on the toilet?? He tries his darndest...

- takes up the WHOLE bed. You better squeeze in somewhere

- If you find his special scratch spots, his leg will bounce 💕

- probably a history nerd and can talk for hours about the historical significance of every weapon in his collection. You don't know what he's talking about, but the accent and enthusiasm is so cuteee you just kick your feet and nod

- loves kisses all over! Sneaking him a quick kiss wherever you can reach makes him melt (but he's a hard ass so he won't let you know that)

- call him a good boy..... :)))

- you guys go for a trip to the mountains and he wants to play chase! He'll give you a five minute start but that doesn't help any. He's always gonna sneak up on you and GRAB you from behind! He likes the startled squeak you make under his hand. Y'all know what happens next 💕

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Idk, guys. After the scene where his tail starts wagging, any fear I had for him EVAPORATED! He's a puppy boy and all six Vincent fans on this site get where I'm coming from!! Y'all want anything from the gas station?

[itzzaira]

You’ve just been glitter bombed by Cabin 15! 👹✨

Comic: @justalittleobsessed

Art: @belleyellsaboutturtles

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

"Ooohhh!" Mikey's face lit up, immediately curious by the box of wonders- yet as soon as he touched said box he flinched, and pulled his hands back. "Ow, ouch, ouch-"

He hissed, and looked at his hands.

...

Stupid hands.

He grumbled, and tried to accept the gift again- but no matter what he did, his hands just wouldn’t take it. He was about to give up and apologize when his counterpart stepped in.

"I'll take it~" Michelangelo sang, purposefully not commenting on Mikey's hands as he accepted the box, and immediately held out a sticker sheet for their counterparts to take. "Thank you, dudes! Do you want a sticker too? As many as you want!~"

"I thought you handed them all out during the craft fair?"

"I made more- all versions of us should have stickers." Michelangelo snickered, eyes sparkling as he moved to open the box. Mikey leaned in closer, curious. "I bet its amazing! Who says only Donnie's can do science, we can also-"

BOOM!

Both turtles got blasted in the face with glitter.

Immediately, the other turtles started laughing while Michelangelo shrieked about having glitter in his eyes. And Mikey-

Mikey was frozen.

He didn't smile, didn't laugh, didn't get angry- he just froze. His ears ringing, staring ahead in stunned silence. Eugh boy that sounded a lot like the portal closing.

Stay calm, Mikey.... the turtle thought to himself, trying to calm the racing of his heart. Nope, nuh-uh, now was not the time for flashbacks, he didn't need flashbacks, be was safe, he was safe, there was no danger no explosions-

"Why couldn't you do this to Leo instead?!" Michelangelo complained loudly- trying his darndest not to smile because this was actually hilarious and he was so taking revenge. Finally! Someone with humor! He knew his counterparts were awesome. "Ohoho you're in for it now, dudes!'

"..." Quietly, Mikey looked at his shaky, bandaged hands that were now covered in glitter.

...Wow that looked a lot like his scars.

The young box turtle couldn't help but start smiling- cause wow that glitter was actually pretty. He never saw his hands as pretty these days. But the glitters sparkled in a way his scars never could. He held his hands closer, then giggled childishly- causing his counterpart to pause. "Mini me?"

"It's just like my hands!" He joyfully claimed- ignoring the confused looks from the turtles who pranked them, most likely expecting anger. Confused as to why he looked so happy. Michelangelo, however, paused. Then smiled.

"It is!"

"That prank was like my hands too!" Mikey giggled again- oh he was so getting back at these guys! His counterparts were even more similar then he thought.

Michelangelo, however, looked a but confused at what he last said. "The prank? Why?"

"...Well." The grin he made was anything but innocent. "Sparkly, crafty, smart... and just as explosive as my hands!!"

"What-"

The look of horror that Michelangelo made finally had Mikey burst out with laughter.

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

[newtonsheffield]

I have to admit, I was one of those that never voted for “Mile High,” but boy, oh, boy, did I miss the mark! This might be my favorite Anthony and that’s saying a lot after “Bruises” and “If the shoe fits…” I just love this compulsive, overthinking with a side of self doubt Anthony. He’s SO endearing💞I can relate to him. And, isn’t this what we’re all after, someone like Kate (whether via friendship, love or both)to come along and love us not in spite of, but because of our quirks & insecurities! The imperfections that make us perfect for those special somebody’s❣️

I’m so glad it’s winning you over!

It wasn’t a super popular idea, I know that, but I think there’s definitely something very human about this Kate and Anthony. Kate’s entire life’s been turned upside down after leaving the RAF and she’s just trying to find her feet and Anthony’s struggling with the fact that after the accident where his father died, he can’t control everything.

They’re both exactly what the other needs. Kate’s like a fucking hurricane, upsetting the delicate balance of Anthony’s entire life. She never puts her things away. She always leaves her coffee mug on the left side of the bed (That he tries not to think of as her side). Her bras are always just thrown off and she never neatly hangs up her pyjamas. It’s infuriating. And yet, it’s the darndest thing. When he pinches the bridge of her nose as he looks at her suitcase, felt open, shoes and stockings and toiletries strewn all over the floor she has the neatest way of getting him not to care about it at all. Or barely.

Anthony felt his teeth clench as he got out of bed, trying to calm himself as he tripped over one of her shoes. It was too early in the defined era of their relationship for this. He was sure.

“Kate, babe?” He swallowed as his girlfriend let out a groan from the bed, still face down under the blanket, her curls strewn over the pillow. He took that as a sign to move forward. “I’m a little curious about something?”

Kate rolled over, sitting up, a slow smile making it’s way onto her face. “Yes, I do have a tiny history of gymnastics. That’s why I’m so flexible.”

Anthony flushed a he tugged his underwear on, unfolding them neatly from his own case with a flourish. “I just wondered if you had any allergies.”

Kate shook her head, wiggling her eyebrows at him. “You’re cute when you blush but My my anthony, what do you want to do to me next?”

Anthony sighed, putting his hands on his hips. “Excellent. So you’re not allergic to picking up your clothes?! I mean, Jesus! You were in the military.”

Kate laughed, the delighted sound of it making his spine shiver as she tugged him back down to the bed. She threaded her fingers through his hair and pressed his face to her bare skin, holding him there. “Do you accept my apology, Anthony? Or do I need to get down on my knees?”

Anthony breathed deeply against her skin, the stress seeping out of his body. “I mean, I wouldn’t say no to the second thing but I do feel a lot better.”

Kate checked the watch she’d left on the bloody floor instead of the bedside table like a reasonable person. “Well lucky for you I have fifteen minutes before I absolutely need to get dressed. Pants off, Ant.”

And on the other hand, Anthony manages to infuse enough order into Kate’s life that it doesn’t completely implode.

“Hold on just a fucking second.” Sophie gasped as Kate walked through the door of the bar exactly when they’d agreed to meet.

Edwina reached out, snatching Kate’s wrist up and staring at the Breitling watch that had once been their father’s. “Kate, Holy fuck, do you know what time it is?!”

Kate rolled her eyes but bowed as she accepted their mocking round of applause. “Anthony keeps our calendar now. And he even scheduled in 25 minutes of oral sex before I left.”

“Gross.”

“You’re fucking disgusting.”

“Your boos fuel me.” Kate smirked, snatching Edwina’s Margherita up, “He might be tightly wound but I love the fuck out of that man.”

Opposites really do attract.