#dios shit excuses

[ovaryacted]

I’ve been laughing about this whole topic since yesterday not because it’s funny, it’s absolutely not, but because it’s fucking ridiculous that we are giving history lessons on racism and the people who have been calling this shit out for months are right and have been right despite the constant gaslighting.

Do you know how crazy it is to be a non-American 40 year old conscious human being and intentionally use racist & violent American imagery in a fic for an incredibly minuscule character played by a Latino man of color who’s the child of political refugees? Do you know how crazy it is to also have a reader-insert acknowledge the confederate flag, and still fuck the person that hangs it in their space? Like do y’all see how fucking crazy that shit is? It’s insane just typing that out. When I said y’all move like the feds in this fandom preaching about inclusion & community in one breath while doing the very thing that jeopardizes and harms those that are excluded from said “community”, I meant that shit, and I was right.

As much as we like to deny it, writers have their own motivations and intentions for creating and sharing the projects that they do. If you as a writer actively choose to add racist themes in your writing to intentionally make a character problematic, it’s a reflection of who you are, because you didn’t need to do that and yet you still decided to do it anyway. Would you as black American want to read a fic where the reader insert fucks a racist? No. Then why do you as a white person, especially a non-American, think it’s okay to do the same? Would you fuck a racist? By the way some of y’all keep dismissing the intentions, that’s up for debate because a lot of y’all would rather fetishize the shit out of that man than have a lick of common sense.

If you really are a “brilliant” writer and person, you’d practice what you fucking preached and wouldn’t need to add racism in your fics when we have enough of that shit in real life. Instead, all you are is a coward, a hypocrite, and a loser and that’s all there is to it. This goes beyond fandom and community, this is real life. And if you have a problem with BIPOC individuals in particular talking about this and setting y’all straight, I suggest shutting the fuck up and opening your ears since you’re not gonna fix your mouths to be the allies and advocates y’all say you are. 🤷‍♀️

[al-mayriti]

I think it's time to acknowledge how hard this song goes

[kissitbttr]

cake testing with miguel for the wedding!

a/n: featuring a very possessive miguel

continuation from this!

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it has been one of your favorite wedding plans that you always look forward to. When your best friend got married, she took you with her to help her choose which one was the best. The caterer brought six classic flavors and both of your eyes twinkled with excitement. The same goes for your best friend. You and her almost demolished that one special raspberry lemon cake with her, since both of you have a sweet spot for fresh fruits.

You could guess which one ended up at the wedding reception.

And now, getting to do it with your soon to be husband, Miguel, just seems like a dream come true.

"So, Darla isn't gonna be with us since she's got errands to run, her assistant is going to replace her today." You inform your fiancee as he drives.

He squeezes your thigh with his hand as an answer, focusing his eyes on the road. You look up from your phone to watch him drive. A smile graces upon your lips as you think how good he looks while doing it. Furrowed eyebrows in concentration, a small pout on his lips with one hand on the wheel.

Fuck, he looks absolutely delicious.

Miguel senses your gaze on him, causing him to glance at you for a second before a grin spreads across his handsome face.

"What?"

You shrug. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Look sexy while driving"

He snorts out a laugh before making a turn. "I don't"

it's your turn to snort as you shake your head. "Humbleness is good. But God you're a liar."

"Ah, si? But you do love me, no?"

"Unfortunately" You answer, causing him to pinch the inside of your thigh making you giggle. "If we're not on our way to the boutique, I would hop on that dick right now"

He groans at that, eyes shutting briefly as the thoughts of you riding him in the car fill his mind. And seeing the seductive smirk on your face and how divine you look in that white sundress, it's already hard enough.

''Just say the word and I'll pull over mami." He's dead serious. You could see his hand gripping tightly around the wheel.

"And be late? No can do. Plus, I dressed really nicely for today and I do not want to ruin that."

"We can be quick" He tries again, smirking at you. "20 minutes top."

"Knowing you, it could never be 20 minutes. An hour and a half maybe." You point out, re-applying the gloss on your lips before smacking it. "And that's why I'm always late to work"

"You're killing me here, Y/N." He sighs loudly, pulling over to where the boutique is. "I never hear you complain about you being late when my cock is buried deep in your pussy, anyway."

You feign an offensive look as you slowly turn your head at him, shooting a soft glare. "Excuse me? What happened to getting rid of the first-name basis?!"

Yes. You made it clear from the start of the relationship that you refuse to be called by your first name anymore. It simply just won't cut it. You made sure to give him hell every time he called you that, even if he had done it by accident. Miguel was silently pulling his hair because you can be quite mean about that. Though he won't admit how you driving him insane is sexy. Like, really, fucking sexy.

it's a turn-on for him at this point.

"Shit, my bad" He parks the car as you both get ready to walk out. "Sorry baby." He leans over to peck your lips with his hand still on your thigh. The action makes you smile.

“That’s better”

Miguel gets out first, not allowing you both to walk out at the same time because he wants to be the one who opens the car door for you. Despite you telling him that you're perfectly capable of doing that by yourself, he argues with the fact that gentlemen always open doors for their women. Your heart does a somersault every time. It never goes away.

"Got everything, mi amor?" He asks as he extends his hand which you take, before shutting the door. You nod at him, and the two of you walk into the boutique hand in hand. "Dios... You look so good right now, I might just have to fuck you out here"

You gasp at that, slapping him in the chest, earning a low chuckle from him. "Easy there, tiger. I'm not going anywhere" You scold him but secretly love it when his filter's off

“How can i take it easy when your… Girls look so inviting?” His eyes glances at your breasts being pushed up by the cups of your dress, gulping at the sight. “They want me to play with them” A pout on his lips making your heart melt.

“Ugh, Miggy! please do not call them girls” You whine, shaking your head. “I thought we agreed on ‘tits’? Just tits.”

“Alright, alright fine… You’re no fun sometimes” He jokes, kissing your cheek. “Now, is this it?”

You nod, pushing your sunglasses up to the top of your head. “Darla said we can just walk right in.”

Miguel opens the door before allowing you to walk in first as he follows from behind. Red orbs scanning over the interior of the shop. It’s pretty. Lots of flowers in each corner, the paint is mostly pink and white.

“So is this where you and Darla had done the cake testing?” He asks, hand snaking around your waist.

“Yes! It’s so beautiful isn’t it? It’s like something coming out of fairytale or that ‘Enchanted’ movie we watched the other day. Darla really did amazing with this one. Though i did advice her to fix up the ceilings a bit and enhance the structure on that specific corner there.” You point with your manicured finger. “I offered to redesign and oversee the construction more. Just to help her a bit.”

He hums, squeezing your waist before planting a kiss on top of your head. “Look at you go… My little architect” He mumbles softly.

There’s no doubt on his mind that he’s proud of you. He loves seeing you work and help your friends who are in need. And that smart little brain of your is one of the things that made him fall in love with you in the first time. Jess had introduced you to him one time when he was scouting for a new architect to remodel the Spider Society’s HQ.

He was definitely entranced by your beauty when he saw you walked into his office with Jess by your side. You looked so sophisticated and elegant with glasses and the dress you had on that time. Long hair fixed into a messy bun as you shot him a smile before saying your name.

From that moment on, he was hooked. And made it his mission to make you his.

“Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. O’Hara?” Both of your ears perk at the sound of someone calling your names. You see a man, who’s probably in his late 20s emerging from the back with a smile. No doubt about it that he is quite handsome.

“Hi there! How are you? My name is Cameron, i’m Darla’s assistant. And my my, Darla didn’t say anything about her client being beautiful.” He chuckles as he lets out the joke. “She said you are stopping by for the cakes?” He flashes his toothy smile at you, and only at you.

Miguel frowns, at that. That doesn’t seem professional now, does it?

You choose to ignore that comment before smiling. “Yes, we are actually! I mean, I’ve done it with Darla about two weeks ago but my fiancé haven’t. So I’m bringing him, so he can taste it for himself.” Your hand squeezing your lover’s arm that is still settled around your waist.

The man nods, smiling as his eyes aren’t leaving yours which makes Miguel even more uneasy. And the way he looks at you from head to toe makes his blood boil.

He knows how men think, and he thinks. No, he knows that this asshole is basically undressing you with his eyes.

But Miguel is not the type create a confrontation. At least not anymore now that he’s with you. So he might’ve to push those feelings aside because he knows how much this means to you.

“Well step right here, I’ve prepared it all just for you, Ms. Y/L/N” He winks, gesturing you to follow him to where the cakes have been displayed.

Is he fucking serious?! Miguel thinks.

“So 6 different flavors, yes? Chocolate Lava, Lemon Raspberry, Strawberry Champagne, Red Velvet, Hazelnut Praline, aaand Hawaiian. That one is vegan” He checks off the last one on the list. “Customer’s favorite always been the Praline or Lemon Raspberry. You look like you deserve the latter. The best reserved only for the prettiest”

Again, you ignore his comment. “Oh well i tasted the Strawberry Champagne and it was amazing. But I’m leaving it to my fiancé here, so he can choose” You look up to him and notice there’s a slight frown on his face. “Baby?”

Miguel regains his composure when you call him, snapping him out of the thoughts of him killing Cameron in his mind. “Oh. Yeah yeah. Sure. You know my taste buds don’t matter just as long my woman is happy”

He makes sure to emphasize the words ‘my woman’ just so the guy can get the picture but he doesn’t seem too bothered by it.

“Well, we’re in this together so your taste does matter, as well.” You’re completely oblivious with the soft glare that Miguel throws at Cameron’s direction. Hands softly picking the forks from the table to cut a piece,

“Here. Let’s try the Chocolate—“

“Why don’t you feed it to me, mi amor?” He asks, looking at you with a smile. “One fork for two.”

If he can’t be violent then he’s got to find a way to make sure that this Cameron fellow understands that you’re fucking off limits.

You raise an eyebrow at the suggestion. “Sure, papi” You mirror his expression before cutting the cake, lifting it to feed him,

He takes a bite. Eyes dead set on the man who stands awkwardly from across, gaze looking anywhere but him.

“Hm” He nods. “That one’s good. Dark chocolate is it?”

“Right?” You ask cheerily. “Darla is amazing, i swear i need them all 6.” As you turn to fees yourself with the chocolate cake.

He shrugs, wiping a bit of the frosting from the corner of his mouth. “You’re the bride baby, you can have all 6 for the wedding, i don’t mind. I got the money for it anyway.”

You smile at him, kissing his jaw. “I love you, but we can’t be too greedy now can we?” A giggle escape your lips.

Oh he knows. He just wanted to make sure that son of a bitch gets it through his thick fucking skull that you’re his.

The two of you continue to feed each other’s cakes— more like you feeding it to him to be honest— rating each and every single one. Making sure to put a mental note on whichever you prefer before coming back next week and pick one.

Miguel glances at Cameron every now and then and watches how he stays quiet for the rest of it, letting you and Miguel do your thing. Probably too scared after seeing the intimidating look on his face.

“Gotta say, Strawberry Champagne and Chocolate one are amazing.” Miguel points, rolling the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. “You sure have a great taste, cariño. Confío en ti con todo.”

“Gracias, mi corazón” you put down the fork back on the table, smiling up at Cameron. “That’d be all i guess, yeah? But i think we’ll be back next week to pick one for sure. Will Darla be here?”

“She hasn’t said anything about it but uh, i-i’ll make sure” He stutters a bit, smiling nervously and trying to avoid Miguel’s death stare.

“Okay then. Well, thank you, Cameron for assisting us today. We have to get going now, still have a lot to work on” You offer a polite smile to his direction. “Shall we get going?”

Miguel nods, eyes still fixated on Cameron. “Yeah sure. But uh.. Can you wait for me by the car? I just need a few words regarding with the cakes with Cameron”

He’s not letting this off easy.

You watch how his eyes trained to the young employee, scrunching your brows as Miguel turns to look at you with a soft gaze. “It’ll be just a minute, baby.” He presses a reassuring kiss on your temple,

“Okay” You nod, smiling softly. waving a hand at Cameron before walking towards the exit. Soon as you’re out of their sight, Miguel turns his gaze back on Cameron. The young man looks like he’s about to piss in his pants.

The two stands in silence for a while as Miguel looks at him up and down.

“You ever gotten your ass kicked, Cameron?”

The question throws him off guard. Eyes widening while his mouth hangs open.

“S-sir?”

“It’s a question. Yes or no.”

“Well uhm, n-no sir” Cameron shakes his head. “Wha-“

“You do know that me and my girl came as a couple, yes? Or are you fucking blind?” Miguel’s eyebrow raises at him, arms crossed over his chest.

“I see that, Mr. O’Hara. I-i didn’t— I’m sorr-“

“You flirt with every customers? With their soon to be bride? Or is it just my woman you’re after?” He clicks his tongue against his teeth.

“N-no, Mr. O’Hara.”

“No as in what?”

“J-just her, i-i mean your woman.” He nervously confesses,

Miguel lets out a dry chuckle. “Let’s get one fucking thing straight, kid.” He leans forward, balling his fists before resting them on the table

“If you ever flirt with her, look at her or hell, if you even think about her when we come back next week, i will make sure no one remember how you look. And trust me when i say that this is not a threat but it’s a promise. Understood?” His voice laced with venom as he points his finger at Cameron’s chest who gulps,

Nodding quickly, he answers. “Understood.”

“Very well” Miguel retreats, taking a bottle of water from the table. “Stay away from my wife”

With that he walks out of the boutique, breathing out a heavy sigh, unscrewing the bottle cap before taking a gulp.

“How’s the interrogation goes?” You speak up with a playful smirk. “Did you manage to make him piss?”

He looks at you as he walks towards the car, shrugging. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” He replies.

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms. “I saw you, papi. You almost kill the kid.”

“Again, i don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smiles innocently, both arms snaking around your waist to pull you close. Seems like a good kid. So i didn’t say anything”

A laugh escapes from your lips, one that he loves most—besides your perfect moans— “I know you, O’Hara. Like i said, a bad liar.”

“Alright fine, you caught me” He holds his hands up in defense. “He’s lucky i didn’t punch him.”

“That would be a sight for sore eyes.” You tease. “You know there’s nothing to be afraid of, right? Ain’t any other man could possibly steal my heart like you did three years ago.”

“Yeah well maybe if you stopped looking so fucking beautiful with your big pretty eyes and soft pouty mouth, then maybe men wouldn’t try to chase you off and i wouldn’t have 50+ competitions” He complains. But in reality he doesn’t mind.

“Oh excuse me, Mr? You don’t think i got one too?” You ask him through your lashes since his physique is towering you. “I had to put your ex back in her place at the Gala we attended three months ago, you remember? Slimy bitch.”

He laughs hard at that, head shaking at the memory of you confronting Dana was truly one of the unforgettable moments he has of you. “So, what’s next on the agenda?”

You look back at your phone before replying, “Seating arrangements on 112th street. Now this, we can use that 20 minutes up for something else since they’re running late.”

Miguel’s eyes harden as your finger running up and down his chest. “You mean—“

“Offer still stands. Want me to ride you while we wait?” You chew on your lower lip, gazing up at him and giving him your best doe eyes.

“Baby, if i ever said no to that question… Please feel free to grab my gun under my desk and shoot me in the head” He states, making you laugh as you throw your head back.

-

This feels like shit :/ I’m sorry but i need to clear out a few WIPs in my drafts

Though i still hope you all like it!

[damiansgoodgirll]

Can you please make reader and Damian having to share the same hotel room but it’s not an awkward situation, it’s like they are best friends but they constantly tease each other and act like a married couple and they both have feelings for each other but they never confessed it? Make it fluff please

damian priest x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always welcomed!

‼️a lot of tension, sexual tension and mention of nudity but no actual smut, feels, a lot of feels‼️

couple things

“you riding with me?” you heard damian asking you once he got to his rental outside of the airport.

“please…” you didn’t want to call a taxi so his offer was perfect. especially when it was so late and you were in a city you didn’t know.

he laughed and you joined him into the car.

“the flight tore me off, i’m so tired” you complained while damian kept driving. he was tired too but he didn’t mind stay awake for a little more.

“and i thought you would eat something with me…” he smirked.

“well, since we were booked in the same hotel room i guess you wouldn’t mind ordering some take out and eating in bed? please?” he knew he couldn’t say no when you asked him so nicely so he agreed, noticing how tired you were.

“i like that idea” he smiled.

once you got to the hotel, he helped you with your bags, claiming that you were too tired to carry your own bags and so you let him do it, definitely not complaining.

when you got to the room, you couldn’t help but notice that there was just one bed instead of the usual two beds. you didn’t mind it at all since you and damian had sleepovers almost every week, but you saw it in his eyes that maybe the situation was making him uncomfortable.

“is there something wrong?” you asked, fearing that he would want to change room.

“no…i just hope this doesn’t make you uncomfortable” you couldn’t believe he was prioritising you instead of his own comfort “you know…we shared rooms multiple times, but we never shared the bed…”

you laughed “damian, we fell asleep together on my couch probably twenty times in the last year…it’s not a problem sleeping with you, i’ll use it as an excuse so you can keep me warm” your words didn’t mean to make him hot, but somehow he had the opposite reaction and felt like he was exploding.

so you both began to get ready.

damian ordered some food while you were in the bathroom changing to something more comfy “oh shit…” you whispered. your bra got stuck and you couldn’t find a way to open it without tearing your shoulders off.

“is everything okay?” he asked when he heard your worried voice.

“damian can you come inside please?”

he did as you told him, but he definitely wasn’t expecting to see you almost naked, just wearing a pair of panties and your bra “dios mio…” he whispered closing immediately his eyes when he saw your bare figure.

you couldn’t help a laugh, wondering why he was reacting this way when he saw you wearing bikinis all the time.

“damian i can’t open my bra…can you help me? i think it’s stuck”

“me?” his eyes opened while he watched you through the bathroom mirror.

“yes duh…you, you’re the only one here…and i’ve been trying to get it out for the past ten minutes, please…” he couldn’t say no to your doe eyes but you definitely weren’t helping the tension he was feeling when you were almost naked in front of him.

his warm hands touched your back, sending shivers all over your body. it took him only two seconds to open it up and you were shocked. his laugh erupted in the room when he saw your shocked face through the mirror “how…how the fuck did you do it! i’ve been trying for the past ten minutes!”

“you should shorten your nails mariposa” he whispered before leaving the bathroom. his eyes caught the moment when you left your bra fall on the floor and he swore you were even more beautiful. naked, no make up, your hair in a messy ponytail. this was the person he liked.

you were too busy getting ready that you didn’t even noticed damian watching you before exiting the bathroom.

a couple of minutes later you joined damian on the bed “is that my shirt?” he asked amused.

“you forgot it last time at my house and i thought of giving it back to you but it’s so comfy” you said, yawning.

“food is going to be here in thirty minutes, do you wanna sleep in the meantime or…”

“if i fall of asleep now there’s no way you’re gonna wake me up in thirty minutes” you joked “ we should probably watch the tv or a movie or just something that keeps me awake” and so damian put the tv on, watching the news.

“before you say anything, the news are interesting and very entertaining” he sounded serious but you couldn’t help yourself and you started laughing.

“whatever you said damian…”

there was a comfortable silence between the two of you as he watched the news and you tried your best not to fall asleep. you received a notification saying that the food was here and that the rider was waiting for him in the hotel lobby so he told you that he would be back in a couple of minutes and while you were waiting for him, you decided to rest your eyes for a little bit.

damian took the food and gave a big tip to the guy, especially since it was almost midnight it started to rain outside.

on his way back to the hotel he started thinking of you. the way you are always there for him. not only for good moments but also to support him when he fell down and he wondered if the crush he had on you would ruin your friendship forever if he told you about it.

when damian got back into the bedroom, he saw you resting on the bed “hope you’re not sleeping mariposa” he chuckled.

“i’m just resting my eyes” you yawned “come here, i’m starving” you didn’t even know what he ordered but at this point you didn’t even care, you were so hungry and it was so late that you didn’t mind eating whatever he brought.

he placed the food on the bed carefully not ruining the blanket and he smiled when he saw you gasping, opening the box “ you got me my favourite chicken wings” you said happily “thank you!”

“you’re welcome hermosa” he said the next to you on the bed happily eating his food. he couldn’t lie if he said that he wasn’t tired, especially since it was midnight and he had been travelling all day long.

after you were both finished with the food, you quickly use the bathroom before leaving it to damian so he could change and take a shower. you were falling asleep on the bed but you wanted to wait for him to hold you especially since now that you were really cold. his t-shirt was comfortable, but it definitely wasn’t made for the kind of weather that was going on outside.

his heart beat fester when he saw you half asleep on his side of the bed, trying to find a comfortable position between the pillows and the blanket that was in keeping you warm enough.

“is that my spot?” he asked, even if he already knew the answer.

“it’s more comfortable…and it smells like you, it’s nice” his heart went faster when you almost confessed to him.

“glad you like my perfume” he joked, making you laugh.

“come here…” you tapped next to you, showing him the spot next to you on the bed “i’m cold…”

he got on the bed next to you, laughing at your reaction “next time bring a real pj to wear, so you won’t be cold”

“you’re sleeping half naked and you’re never cold…how do you do that?” you asked them when you saw him just wearing a pair of shorts, his torso naked, showing on full display his muscles and tattoos.

“i’m latino, i’m never cold” he proudly answered.

“whatever” you laughed “come here and hug me, i’m freezing” and he would’ve been really stupid to say no to your proposal. so he hugged you, making you lay your head on his chest.

your legs intertwined with his stronger ones. he could feel how cold you were, but at the same time he could feel how close you were to him. it wasn’t the first time he hugged you or laid you in his lap.

but tonight, somehow, it was different.

it was a different context.

your action showed him that you really trusted him. not only as a friend but also as a protector. you felt safe in his arms. and even if he was thinking the dirtiest things when he his hands moved on your back, he couldn’t help but feel grateful for you.

“goodnight mariposa” he whispered, softly placing a kiss over your head.

“night damian…” you yawned one last time before falling asleep.

his heart melted when he felt your tiny hands squeezing his back, almost like his chest was a pillow to you.

and he swore he could get used to having you like this every single night.

[fuctacles]

Congrats on 800 followers!

For the request thing…I would love to see something (smutty and/or fluffy) about Transmasc Eddie being comforted by cis Steve. Maybe after being misgendered in regard to their relationship?

I love your writing so much!

Thank you so much <3 I hope this works :3 800 wc for 800 698 followers, M rating | Ao3

"You can't bring your girlfriend into the bathroom, man."

"Excuse me?"

Just this is enough to put Steve into attack mode. He can feel Eddie's hand tighten around his in warning.

"Yeah, we have a no-bathroom-fucking policy after the last incident." The guy that stopped them has the decency to at least look bashful, rubbing his cheek awkwardly. Steve can almost sympathize, if stopping horny couples is a task he's supposed to do on the daily.

Almost.

"I'm sure me and my boyfriend can find a better place to fuck," he says dryly.

The guy's eyes widen, then flicker to the side, where Eddie is hovering awkwardly.

"Shit, dude, I'm so sorry—"

"So do you stop only hetero couples?" Steve interrupts him with a quirk of an eyebrow, bitch mode in full swing. "Or did your management just forget queer people exist?"

He opens his mouth, but closes it, rendered speechless.

"Or are they actually heterophobic and want only gay sex to happen in their bathrooms?" Steve cocks his head to the side.

"I don't—"

"So can me and my boyfriend go pee or...? We'll hold our hands while doing so," he raises their joined palms. "But nothing more, I promise."

"Just go," the man says tiredly, his expression pained.

"Thanks," Steve nods to him. "And consider simple no-fucking signs."

Finally free from the bar worker, Eddie pulls Steve towards the bathroom. Once inside and away from the loud music, he falls against the door with a sigh.

"Sorry," he says, hands hiding his face.

"What for?" Steve asks, latching the door closed.

"I don't know," Eddie groans in frustration. "For not cutting my hair, maybe? Maybe then I'd look like a man," he scoffs.

"Do I have to list off all the guys with long hair again?"

"I'm good, thanks."

"Ozzy Osbourne, Dio, Slash..." he starts listing on his fingers anyway.

"Steve."

Steve drops his hand.

"Listen, if that guy assumes every person with long hair is a girl, then clearly he's not listening to enough metal."

Eddie lets out an involuntary snort, and Steve grins at the sound.

"And should we believe what an uncultured philistine without taste has to say?"

"No," Eddie admits with a fond roll of his eyes.

"Good," Steve smiles and leans down to kiss him. "Because I love your hair."

"I love it too," Eddie groans, his frustration still not gone. "I just wish it didn't make me feel this way."

"I know, Eds. But it's okay to feel like this, it's normal that it hurts," Steve reminds him, wrapping him in a hug. "You're a man to those who matter, who know what good music is."

Eddie's laughs gets muffled against his shoulder.

"That's true."

"And you're not going to change things you like about yourself because of a stranger's opinion."

"Hell no."

They stay quiet, just enjoying the warmth and comfort of their embrace, until Eddie speaks up again.

"Thank you."

"I'm just reminding you your own words."

"Still."

"Well, in that case, you're welcome, baby."

"Okay, but now I really have to pee."

They disentangle themselves to reach the urinals, but not before Steve lands another peck on his lips.

Eddie always takes longer in the bathroom, considering the time it takes him to disentangle and adjust his packer, but once he's free, he sees movement in his periphery. Steve is holding out his hand.

With a laugh, he grabs it, so they can pee hand in hand.

Once at they are at the sinks, they meet each other's eyes in the mirror.

"I kind of wanna fuck in the bathroom now," Steve admits.

Eddie makes a face and looks pointedly around. It's not the worst bathroom he's been in, but it's still a bar bathroom.

"You're not fucking me here," he says decisively. Steve hums.

"No, but you could fuck me."

Now that's a thought. One Eddie didn't plan in advance.

"Sorry, left my dick at home."

"Babe, you can make me come on just your fingers," Steve reminds him, leaning sideways against the sink to properly look at him.

Eddie pulls a strand of hair over his mouth at the reminder.

"Well..."

"Or we can always make a show and pretend just for kicks." His boyfriend suggests with a mischievous smile.

That, makes Eddie's eyes sparkle.

"We absolutely can," he quickly agrees.

Steve throws himself at the door with a rough slam, and moans in his best impression of a cheesy porn star.

"Fuck, I love you so much," Eddie attacks his mouth with no less enthusiasm. He starts moving his hips against his leg and groan to the rhythm, Steve rattling the door and whimpering along. "I can still fuck you after, right?"

Steve moans again, now more genuinely from the mere thought.

"You'd try not to."

I suck at tags: @blasvemous @wheneverfeasible @phantomcat94

[samthestrangerthingsfan]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: frienemies-to-lovers, kinda mean!Eddie? shy!reader, swearing, a lil smoochin', mentions of lack of confidence and poor self image, cute nicknames

a/n: hi bb, will you be my valentine? I don't love writing mean!eddie but its okay because we can always fix him :)

Valentine’s Day.

A day which the Hawkins High elite are positively buzzing over the plethora of cheap red and pink decorations.

Cheerleaders swoon over poorly constructed cards from their popular boyfriends, while dozens of obnoxious mylar balloons take up way too much space in the already crowded hallways.

Beyond the 14th of February, the reason for all the excitement was the annual Hawkins High Valentine’s Day dance—of which you were head of the committee.

Was it because you were the only Senior to volunteer their time to coordinating it instead of attending it? Maybe, but at least it gave you a reason to show up to the dance without a date.

...and avoid looking like the pitiful wallflower you are.

You also knew you’d have no time to rush home and get ready after your last class, so here you are. Standing outside of the AV Club door, decked out in your new crushed-velvet dress. It's ruby red and dangerously short.

This was definitely out of your comfort zone. You typically preferred to be invisible. It’s easier that way; no one can hurt what they can’t see. Right?

But when this dress caught your eye in the mall shop window, it was the first time you could ever remember wanting to be seen. Wanting to try to look like the pretty girls who walk the halls everyday vying for the attention of others.

The dance gave you the perfect excuse. Sure, it’s not like you had a date or anyone asking you to go, but you felt so beautiful. The way the dress hugged your body made all the staring and whispering as you walked down the hallway so, so worth it.

“Hey—whoa…” Dustin’s voice dropped when he walked around the corner, arms full of equipment. “Y-you look fantastic!” He said proudly.

Dustin was your favorite Freshmen, always kind and happy to see you.

“Aw, thanks Dusty! You don’t think it’s too much?” You lifted your boot, inspecting it falsely.

Dustin smiled, “It’s too much for 6th period Spanish, but not for Valentine’s Day that’s for sure.”

He unlocked the door, and held it for you.

Dusting grabbed a pen and paper to write down what you’d need the AV Club’s help with after school.

With hands on your hips, you looked around the room. “Okay, so I definitely need the projector, and if you could set it up before—“

An annoying, loud, cocky voice cut you off. “Henderson! What the hell is takin’ you so long?”

Eddie fucking Munson.

You watched as he sauntered into the room, DIO jacket and all. He clapped Dustin on the shoulders before turning his gaze to you.

“Holy shit. That you, Mouse?”

Mouse. A nickname you loathed.

You’d made the mistake of sitting at the Hellfire table your Freshman year, and he’s never let let you live it down. Once Eddie saw just how shy you were, he made it his mission to get under your skin.

He'd plopped down into the seat next to you, assuming you were there to cause him and the guys trouble. “New girl’s trying to get in good with the freaks, hm?”

You jumped and began to frantically pack your belongings, “I-I…I didn’t know. I’m sorry, I’ll just go—"

When he realized you were nervous, he changed his tone. No longer was he on edge, but rather trying to make you laugh. Show you it's okay to give him a taste of his own medicine. “No no, little mouse. You’re not scurrying away that easily.”

Four years later, you’re both still here and Eddie’s been a thorn in your side ever since. You thought you'd be rid of him once he graduated, but he flunked--twice. Condemning you to another year full of his nonsense.

His obnoxious, overly-confident, doe-eyed nonsense.

“Munson.” You couldn’t help the eye roll. “Dustin and I are working on something so,” you flicked your hand toward the door. “Skedaddle.”

“Oof,” he teased. “You kiss your mother with that potty mouth?”

Eddie walked past Dustin, hands on his hips as he took you in. “Why, may I ask, are you dressed so fancy, princess? Hot date with a frog?”

Okay, guess we’re playing this game.

“The only frog I know is you, Munson.”

His hand flew to his heart. “You hear this, Henderson? Who knew Mouse could be such a brat?”

“If you’ll excuse me,” you attempt to sidestep him, but he blocks your path. Big brown eyes watching your every move. “Don’t you have anything better to do than push my buttons?” It’s a pitiful gripe. You know he enjoys this far too much.

“C’mon, sweetheart. If I didn’t talk to you, who the hell would?”

Ouch.

Something no doubt said in jest, but it hurt to realize just how right he was. You had tons of acquaintances, and you got along great with the teachers. As for friends, the well's a bit dry in that department.

You cleared away the tightness in you throat. “Yeah, I don’t have time for this. I’m actually contributing to society. How about you?” Your face was twisted into a sarcastic smile, attempting to hide the hurt.

Eddie on the other hand thought the two of you were simply playing your favorite game. Seeing just how flustered he could make you before you gave him a taste of his own medicine.

“Yeah, you’re a real Nancy Reagan.” He laughed, gesturing to your dress.

Your eyes honed in on him. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means,” he reached out, sweeping a piece of hair off of your cheek. “If you wanted a little attention, you didn’t have to do all this.”

This.

Said as if the word tasted rotten. Disgusted by what you’d considered to be you at your most beautiful.

I must look like a fucking fool.

The stinging in your eyes got stronger every second you stood in his presence. Your gaze locked onto the floor, following your feet as you left. “Bye, Dustin. I’ll see you later.”

Dustin protested, calling you back before turning his disappointed glare to Eddie.

“Dude…” he chided.

Eddie scoffed, “What? Henderson I was joking—she knows that, okay? That’s our whole thing.”

"Eddie, she was crying!"

Were you? No, no way. This is what the two of you do.

"No, she wasn't." He said unconvincingly. "You don't know her like I do, little buddy. She's a good girl, loves the cat-and-mouse of it all." Eddie wasn't sure if he was trying to convince himself or Dustin.

Eddie had a fuck of a time in O'Donnell's class, and now on top of all of that, he's late to set up Hellfire.

He moved a bit quicker down the hall, easy enough since most of the school left to get ready for the Desperate Dance. He intentionally always schedules DND on nights like this, that way he'd never have to be caught dead--

Eddie's stopped in his tracks at the sight of the trashcan at the end of the hall. He spots a familiar piece of red fabric hanging out of the bin.

He pulled it like a magician, revealing more and more of the velvet clothing until its fully removed,

A dress.

Your dress.

Why the fuck did you throw it in the trash? You we're the most confident Eddie had ever seen you while you wore this thing.

...and you looked drop dead gorgeous, but that's beside the point.

He heard your voice coming from the gym, and abandoned all thoughts of DND.

Eddie burst through the double doors, ignoring the frilly pink and red decorations for the dance. He weaved between the underclassmen carefully setting up the tables and backdrops to make his way over to you.

You, who now instead of being in your beautiful fucking dress, are in you school-supplied gym uniform. Your hair was pulled back, no longer falling in the perfectly natural way you had it earlier. Your makeup was gone--Eddie didn't mind that, he didn't think you needed it anyway.

But you'd never looked so small to him.

He called your name more gently than you've ever heard him speak. When you turned and saw your dress in his grip, you wanted to disappear.

Had he come to gloat?

"Why the hell was this in the trash?" he's not smirking, or sarcastic when he says it.

"Didn't like it." It's all the pain in your throat will let you get out.

You walk away from him, hurrying to find something else to do beside stand there and be made fun of by Eddie Munson.

"Bullshit," he calls after you, quick on your heels. "You don't wear a dress like this and look the way you look in it and just decide you don't like it."

You could feel the tears returning as soon as you stopped walking. "I don't know what you wanna hear," your back was to Eddie, but you felt his gaze regardless. "I just didn't like it...anymore, okay?"

The fake organization of the ribbons in front of you didn't deter him, he remained behind you in silence until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Did...did I say something? Earlier, in the AV Club." He spoke so softly, and with such sincerity, you'd never know it was Eddie talking to you.

You sniffled, angry at yourself for letting him hear how upset you were. "I don't know what you mean."

"Henderson," He's quick on your heels. "Henderson said you were crying when you left."

You don't--can't say anything. Trying desperately to will the tightness in your throat to go away and the tears to dry before they fall from your eyes. A small, shaking breath passes your lips.

"Please look at me, Mouse." His voice is hushed when he calls out to you.

You turn to him begrudgingly. Hoping if he saw the mess he made he'd leave well enough alone.

But when he sees your face, with red eyes and damp tear-stained cheeks, his heart falls into his stomach.

"Oh, oh sweetheart--"

You beat him to it. "I'm fine, Munson. Just...just give me the stupid thing, okay? I'm better off invisible, anyway."

"You've never been invisible to me." Eddie hands you the dress, and watches as you wring it between your hands. "I'm sorry, Mouse."

You scoff, "You didn't--"

"Yes I did," He says firmly. Eddie steps into you, closer than he's been before. "I made an asinine comment thinking we were playing our little game, but it's not a game if someone gets hurt, especially you."

Eddie swipes away the tear on your cheek with the pad of his thumb. "You looked beautiful. You're always beautiful, but that dress? Honey, I couldn't think straight. I'm a dumbass half the time, but I turned into a god damned Neanderthal when I saw you in that."

Your brain couldn't process what was happening. It almost sounded like Eddie...liked you?

"I thought," You looked down, embarrassed to even say it out loud. "I finally felt pretty, pretty enough to be seen and not just in the background."

Eddie's brow softens at your words, "Mouse, I see you. You're one of the only things I look for throughout the day. Always lookin' out for the pretty shy girl with the smile that makes me go weak in the knees."

You laugh at that. "I guess I always look for the obnoxious metal head that's way too good at getting under my skin."

Eddie chest rumbles with a laugh, too. "You're too good at calling me on my crap, what do you expect me to do?"

A comfortable silence falls between the two of you, and it has Eddie clearing his throat. "Can--can I give you a hug? Hate that I made my favorite girl cry."

The smile on your face speaks volumes, but you nod anyway.

When you're wrapped in Eddie's arms, his warmth seeps through your bones, relieving any tension or nerves. His scent invades your senses, warming your belly and heart. You melt into him completely.

Eddie can't believe how well you fit in his arms, like a damn puzzle piece if you asked him. He smells you shampoo, and memorizes the fragrance, filing it away in his mind as his new favorite smell.

When you pull back, he leans his forehead on yours. "I'm sorry I hurt you. I really am."

You nod, moving his head a bit as it rests on yours. "I know."

Eddie steps away, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Ya know, uh, if you're not busy, I'm running a DND campaign tonight. I'd love it if you sat in and maybe after...I don't know, maybe I could take you to Benny's?"

You smirked, eyes narrowing at him. "You asking me out, Munson?"

His eyes widened in sheer panic, "Oh--oh my God, I read this all wrong, huh? Please just forget--"

You're quick to ease his worry. "I'd love too."

Putting the dress on the table, you offer Eddie your hand. "Show me the way, Dungeon Master."

He takes it eagerly, but doesn't walk anywhere yet.

"Eddie?" You giggle.

"One second, princess. Damn knees turned to jelly again."

[cokou]

Letters in Return

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞꒰➳precis. Passing out letters for the Jojo's!·˚ ·˚ ͟͟ tw. ehh, fluff!! :3·˚ ·˚ ͟͟ ✉ an. This made me remember my high school shits back when i used to confess using love letters, enjoy! LMAO. Also maybe a bit modern kinda AU?·˚ ༘₊· ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞꒰ contains. Jonathan, Joseph, Jotaro, Josuke, Giorno, Jolyne·˚ ༘₊·

Jonathan Joestar

All throughout the nice morning weather, Jonathan had already wished he had gone home earlier than he expected to. He's already knocked himself out almost completely in his school's table, earning a loud discipline from the teacher and had gotten himself in trouble for the rest of the day already. It was only 10:42 AM on Monday, not even half way through hell of this week. Not to mention Dio, was getting on his nerves recently and it just stresses him out.

It hadn't been too long since Jonathan had started talking to you against the school's hallways, everyday during lunch time it was packed with students from every corner and he used to resort it out with talking to you almost everyday on his free time. Yet he never failed to notice Dio always trying to pry his way into you two's relationship. Although Jonathan trusts you enough to know that his awful words wouldn't dig deep into your sweet heart, he couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed at the blonde.

What he failed to notice was how much words you lacked during your communication with each other, you already knew deep in your heart that you loved Jonathan in every other way, yet every time you try to make stance of it, it always just fails. Leaving you to resort out in writing your emotions on your journal every passing day. It eventually got so packed that you held an extra journal every time just in case you run out.

It's been 4 days, 4 days since you've started writing letter by letter that you planned on giving Jonathan, you couldn't hold your feelings any longer. You just had to take your emotions out to ease your feelings, even if it meant to get rejected.

You thought love is blind, whatever it meant just for you to really tell how much you love him. But little did you know that Jonathan does love you as well, he just couldn't find a way to fix through his routine and make small little letters and notes for you, especially when he had Dio pry over the smallest things around the house.

Right after you finished your letter, you wasted no time decorating it to the brim with cute little designs that matched Jonathan's personality and his liking.

Right after he received the letter he was in awe, all the emotions you poured into writing just for him dug right into his sweet heart and even started crying tears of joy. He had to be excused out of the classroom to pick himself out together.

He would 10000% keep all the letters you end up giving him and even returns you some of his hand-written letters as well. He has a little box full of your favorite color themes and he has already filled it with thousands of letter from you.

Would definitely send you long written letters that are atleast taller than him or you.

Joseph Joestar

You never knew which of his personality you fell for, but it definitely did NOT disappoint. Joseph was your senior back at school, but it didn't stop you two from getting as close as possible. It was almost impossible to match this MAN'S attitude, I mean have YOU seen how he's so sassy?

But one thing's for sure, he always had your back whenever you needed it. Joseph always figured out what you needed the most when you were even a bit under the weather. Everyday around with Joseph seems to be all fun's and laugh as he has such personality to take care of, he doesn't bother sneaking out from his class if it meant that he could find you and talk to you as your schedule is way different from his.

He'd throw a fit of rage, happiness, and sadness once he had gotten caught in his acts and he makes his way around it just so you wouldn't see him naturally so desperate. He drags his friend, Caesar all along his plans with you, you never seemed to mind but it made giving Joseph hints harder as Caesar always had him, just about a mile away.

Although, sometimes you get some alone times with Joseph, it never seemed enough. You'd get hard mixed feelings from his behavior and attitude that you wouldn't know what he feels about you, on a random sunny day he could be flirting with you all day until you gave in and sometimes he had the most unbearable dry attitude out of nowhere.

You never failed to resort your feelings to writing a bunch of heartfelt letters for him and keeping them sealed inside your little "PROJECT DO NOT TOUCH" box at home. Even if you had absolutely no problems in keeping your feelings all to yourself, sometimes it just reached it's peeked and it was too late to take back when you slid the hand-written letter to Caesar in order to give them out to Joseph.

His attitude would change from being playful to becoming flirty almost everyday ever since he got your letter, sometimes even beckoning Caesar to ask you more about your feeling to him in order to listen and take more of your words deep inside his heart.

He never lets his funny persona falter when with you, but at times, he tries to make everything funny that it gets everyone in the square to look at you two.

He intends to always keep your loving letters inside his closet and putting dates in each one he receives, although he's not the best in keeping items, he sometimes loses it and throws a tantrum until he finds it then. He brags all the recent letters he gets from you to Caesar and sometimes even Caesar would give up having him on hold for you.

Jotaro Kujo

You needed to atleast share a classroom schedule with him or have a stand to understand his stoic behavior. He never lets anyone see through his attitude and it was hard as hell to even get him to look at your direction. Luckily for you, you just had enough to make him look for a second at least. He never showed interest in what you put him up with but he's just always there.

He wouldn't make much communication with you but he was indeed a great listener, you never knew how you fell inlove with such a man but at times, you feel like he's all you need despite his lack of attention to you.

It would be better if you were a stand user so that you could really understand what he's going through completely, either way whenever you appear he shuns you away at times when he doesn't feel like speaking to anyone. (which is almost everyday). It's hard to catch up even a glimpse of his feelings or rather what he feels towards someone. Although you never gave up your feelings for him, you always have your journal to talk to when you feel like Jotaro has shunned you away way too many times.

Instead of having too much of sweet letters inside your little journal, it was filled with his little complaints of you and whatever he spoke to you with. He would never be open with you either way, but speaking to you on a random Tuesday does it, it doesn't matter if he simply tells you off or if he's just asking you to do a favor, either way you never really understood him.

Reaching out on him with your hand-written letters never seems to be the answer but yet you did it.

You wouldn't really catch a glimpse of his appearance throughout the first days you had given him your letter, in fact it felt like he would just shun you away.

Although he showed up next week in the hallway when you suddenly bumped on to him while in a rush, he would stare at you like you did something wrong to him before he told you that you didn't seem half bad for a person of interest and he just walked away.

He wouldn't really keep the letters you gave him, he would lose it right after placing it down somewhere and he doesn't even bother reading all of it. He already knew what was written either way as he experienced it a lot of times.

Completely denies his feelings for you.

Josuke Higashikata

Now, Josuke would most likely be the one to fall in love with you first, he simply just doesn't know about it. Although it is quite obvious that he likes you, you pretend to be blinder every time he drops of hints, just to make sure you never get his behavior blown up.

It's a win-win situation you would have with Josuke, although jealousy within loving him is required. He gets swooned over by girls in the day up to dismissal of school, and it's really frustrating. Even if he shows absolutely no emotions with them, it feels like you're competing with the world.

Frequent talks around the school OR going to school is heavily experienced between you two especially if you both live near each others house. He would drop you of your house door or simply knock on your door to walk with you to school, he hangs out with you in the corridor and even shares textbooks with you if you need it. Although he's the one who always needs to borrow your stuff, you never really cared as long as he returns it to you.

If you were in the same class schedule as him, oh boy, you two would be reported for chaos almost every morning on school grounds. He would end up getting seated at the other side of the classroom from you as you two always snicker around until the professor kicks you both out of the classroom.

Now, he swoons inside your bag like it was his whenever he needed a couple of notes to review for the incoming recitation and he just so happens to stumble upon a 'notebook' full of writing on it. He turns a few pages and ends up reading half way through your journal before you snatch it away from him all nervous, you were lucky enough that you never wrote his name in between the pages.

While it seemed all good to you, Josuke would indeed feel a wave of mixed feelings radiating from you until you clear up some things from him as you never really mentioned a name.

Come on, he would definitely keep everything you give him, notes? kept. Your little love letters? He already pinned it on his dashboard come on.

He tries his best to hand you out letters once in a while so that you could feel what he feels whenever you hand him sweet love letters.

Keeps his letter drafts out of reach from the naked eye as he feels really desperate in his letters whenever he opens up to you.

Giorno Giovanna

There is absolutely no doubt that Giorno would keep all your letters stored in the most important file documents as he wants it to be kept no matter the situation is. He would cherish everything you give him even if it were just small talks along with your laughter. He's always worrying about your whereabouts and your well being as his job could get both you and him in trouble.

Although if you were in an organization as well then he would swear to protect you no matter what happens, your safety is such a precaution towards him and he would do anything to protect you.

With that being said, It didn't take quite long for you to love Giorno, just a couple of weeks did the trick as he's literally so sweet. He already beat you into it as he recognized your feeling not even after a week of it happening, it definitely wasn't the best part but he took notice of how well kept you organized your drawers and always having your journal out during excruciating days, only to rant about your feelings about him.

He never pryed on your privacy and well expected that you would come around and tell him either way, not wanting to ruin your surprise. Always takes notice on your attitude changes whenever he's close, although it was quite obvious, he never gave out a hint that he already knew. It took you a full month to muster up the courage and give him a heartfelt letter when you taught your duties would be over, he already healed you way even before you realized.

I already said that he would 10000% keep your little love letters and would label them with sweet sticky notes ranging from the dates given and little summaries of its containts.

Designs little cupboards dedicated to your likings and keeps them out of reach. He cherishes and reads every single letter you hand him.

He gives you little letters on sticky notes that fits inside a wallet.

Jolyne Cujoh

Handing out letters inside a jail cell is quite tricky, but you have a few tricks up your sleeves. Meeting Jolyne in jail certainly isn't the greatest to ever happen but also the best to ever happen! Jolyne makes everything happen between the cells so that nothing happens to you.

When you acquired a stand, it only became easier to communicate with Jolyne, although it swoons a lot of trouble, it never made you regret anything. Going through bad days against your will with Jolyne really isn't what you're looking for in a relationship but whenever you two are with each other, theres just nothing bad that could ever happen.

Keeping notes and letters away from the guards eyes are always troublesome as it even requires bribing. When you do get a hang of it, it definitely seems way easier than it used to. Jolyne would read your letters when she gets caught up in a stressful activity that got her sent away (again), she admits that it really motivates her to get out and see you again.

Letters with Jolyne always comes in handy, doesn't matter if it's simply for communication or for your love feelings for each other.

She tries her best to keep it but somehow just loses it afterwards when she 'kept' it inside her underwear. (it fell whilst fighting)

You wouldn't really expect your duo with each other inside a jail cell to hold up..

·˚ ͟͟ ✉ an. OKAY I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS, I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I WAS WRITING HALF WAY THROUGH AND I KEPT ON ZONING OUT ON GIORNO'S PART AND I ALWAYS MISPELL HIS NAME AS GIORNA WTF MYGOD.

©Cokou 2025, all works belongs to me.

[dioslesbianwife]

Hi! I love your headcanons! Can we get the jofoes with a partner who doesn't take their shit, talks back or even scolds them. God know I want to pull Dio by the ear 😒 (he's my favorite💖).

With PB Dio please!

Thank you!

yess 100%. lol i'd like to pull pb dio by the ear too. hope you enjoy and thanks for requesting! :3

Jofoes with a partner that puts them in their place HCs

Dio Brando (PB)

He's used to commanding fear respect, so your sass catches him off guard.

"Excuse me?" He raises a brow, but instead of getting angry, he finds himself smirking.

When you pull him by the ear for acting arrogant, he almost protests, but deep down, he’s amused and intrigued.

"You're either brave or foolish," he says with admiration masked as irritation.

Dio eventually grows fond of your sharp wit and finds himself oddly pleased when you challenge him.

Kars

Initially sees your backtalk as impudence, but it piques his interest.

"Do you realize who you're speaking to?"

When you stand your ground, Kars respects you more, even if he'll never openly admit it.

He's actually willing to listen when you scold him for being selfish or cruel, though he’ll always argue back with logic.

Esidisi

At first, your boldness makes him laugh. "You’ve got spirit, human."

He enjoys a bit of playful conflict and doesn't mind if you scold him- it just fuels his attitude.

If he gets too intense, your firm words can actually calm him down. "Fine, fine.."

Wamuu

Wamuu is surprised but not offended by your assertiveness.

"I have never been spoken to like this."

Your ability to stand your ground earns his respect instantly.

If you scold him, he listens attentively and takes your words to heart. "I will strive to do better."

Kira

He blinks, taken aback by your boldness. "I wasn't expecting... such feedback."

Kira prefers a peaceful life, but your refusal to put up with nonsense oddly appeals to him.

He becomes more mindful of his actions to avoid your scolding, though he'll never admit it's because he respects your opinion.

Diavolo

Your defiance makes him tense at first. "Do you think you can talk to me that way?"

When you don't back down, he's both irritated and interested.

Over time, he learns to appreciate your boldness, as it keeps him grounded.

If you scold him, he'll scoff but reflect on it later in private.

Doppio

Your assertiveness flusters him at first. "Ah- uh, sorry!"

He genuinely wants to avoid upsetting you, so your scolding actually makes him more cautious.

If you're playful with your backtalk, he laughs nervously but enjoys the banter.

"You're... kinda scary sometimes, like Boss."

Enrico Pucci

Pucci is surprised by your boldness but remains calm.

"You speak with conviction. I admire that."

If you scold him, he listens thoughtfully, though he'll debate theological points if you challenge his beliefs.

He respects your strong will and sees you as someone who sharpens his resolve.

Funny Valentine

He raises a brow, intrigued by your defiance. "You are quite bold."

Valentine values strength, including mental fortitude, so your assertiveness earns his respect.

If you scold him, he listens without immediate reaction but considers your words carefully later.

Diego Brando

Diego is defensive at first. "Who do you think you are talking to?"

Your refusal to back down frustrates him, but it also makes him admire your guts.

If you scold him, he'll grumble but secretly enjoys the attention.

"Tch... fine. But don't make a habit of it."

Tooru

He finds your boldness amusing. "Whoa, someone's feisty today."

If you scold him, he leans into it.

"Are you sure you're not just looking for an excuse to boss me around?"

Despite the teasing, he secretly enjoys that you keep him in check.

[fireyfobbitmedicine]

I am so sick to death of seeing proshitters in this tag

I don't give a shit if it's fictional, pedophilia and incest are fucking bad no matter what

All the Jojos are related to each other so they of course can't be shipped together, this also applies to Dio because even shipping adopted siblings is incest and pairing him with Jonathan and his descendants (ESPECIALLY HIS KIDS) is still fucking incest

Giorno and Josuke are literal teenagers while Mista, Buccelati, and Rohan are adults and shipping them together is also very fucking bad because guess what pedophilia is fucking bad (and don't you even dare fucking bring up the age of consent in Japan and Italy because that's just gonna expose what a creepy dick you are if you actually did research to see if it's legal to fuck kids there)

I don't give a shit what excuses you come up with ("oh but it's legal here" "they're not blood related" "17 is pretty close to 18") because proshitters are nothing but fucking pedophiles who have the audacity to bitch at you for being a "prude" for overreacting to a piece of shit like them treating shit like this as a fucking fetish

[stujet9rainshine-blog]

@hugsandchaos This one is more of a drabble than a one shot, but it's cute!

"Manny clings to Danny during warm nights [I made it day time lol] because his boyfriend is like a very huggable and kissable cooler. Danny has no complaints or arguments, he loves the cuddles."

It was miserable.

Manny groaned, sprawled out on their secondhand couch in nothing but his boxers and a loose tank top, arms splayed as if surrendering to the heat. The little standing fan hummed at full blast, barely making a dent in the oppressive wave of desert hell pouring through the open balcony door. Their apartment was still bare-bones—just a couch, a coffee table, and their mattress on the floor in the bedroom—but right now, Manny had been convinced they hadn’t needed anything else. They needed AC.

Across from him, Danny stretched like a cat, arms lifting over his head, shirt riding up over his pale stomach as he sighed contently. “Man, this feels great.”

Manny cracked an eye open and stared at him. "¿Cómo qué great? It’s one hundred and fifteen degrees in your american temp, Daniel.” He flopped an arm dramatically over his face. “I feel like a fried egg on the pavement. How are you not dying?”

Danny tilted his head back against the couch arm, considering. “I dunno. I think I might be thriving.” He smirked. “It’s nice not being cold for once.”

Manny groaned louder. “That’s so unfair.”

“Not my fault I’m built different.”

Manny huffed, shifting to sit up, his skin sticking unpleasantly to the couch. “Ugh, I was raised in the desert—I used to wear a leather jacket everywhere. And yet I am melting.” He gave Danny a pointed look. “Stay away from me.”

Danny’s smirk widened. “Oh, now I have to,” he teased, rolling over and throwing himself onto Manny’s lap in one smooth, dramatic motion.

Manny yelped, shoving at him. “Danny, no—” He paused, hands still on Danny’s sides.

Danny was cold.

Not just a little chilly, not the faint coolness of air from the fan, but genuinely cold, like a fresh drink pulled from the fridge.

“…Holy shit.”

Danny grinned up at him, all smug. “See? Built different.”

Manny didn’t even hesitate. He lunged.

Danny laughed as Manny all but tackled him, rubbing his sweaty face against Danny’s stomach like a heat-dazed cat. Manny’s arms wrapped around his waist, legs tangling with Danny’s as he nuzzled closer with an exaggerated groan. “Dios mío, you’re heaven.”

“See, now this I don’t mind,” Danny hummed, reaching down to run cool fingers through Manny’s sweat-damp curls. “Told you, always cold. Take advantage of it.”

Danny snorted, letting his arms drape over Manny’s shoulders, utterly content. “Guess I can live with that.”

Manny let out a pleased sigh, pressing kisses to Danny’s side in between basking in the perfect relief his boyfriend provided. “You’re never escaping this. This is your life now.”

Danny grinned, pressing his now thoroughly chilled palms flat against Manny’s sweaty back. Manny shuddered at the cold, but instead of pushing him away, he melted into the touch with a pleased hum.

“Ohhhh, sí, that’s the good stuff.”

Danny chuckled, flexing his fingers as he let the chill seep deeper, cooling Manny’s overheated skin. “Didn’t realize there was a domestic application for ice powers.”

Manny let out a lazy sigh, completely boneless against him. “Me neither. But I think this is their true purpose now.”

Danny smirked. “I dunno, I’m from the land of cold and snow. The only real use there is violence.”

Manny snickered. “Nah, I think you were always meant to live in the desert, you fucking lizard.”

Danny let out a loud bark of laughter. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” Manny turned his face into Danny’s chest, snuggling in shamelessly. “You don’t wanna be hot. You just wanna sit in the sun and absorb heat so you can be extra cold later.” He cracked an eye open, grinning. “You’re like one of those lizards that does push-ups on rocks.”

Danny gasped dramatically, dragging one cold hand up Manny’s spine just to make him shiver. “What are you talking about? That's not how cold blooded animals work.”

Manny practically purred, arching into the touch like a smug cat. “Oh, that’s nice. Do that again.” Completely ignoring the correction.

Danny rolled his eyes but didn’t stop, idly tracing chilled patterns across Manny’s back. “Unbelievable. I’m out here literally giving you relief from heat exhaustion, and you’re calling me a lizard.”

Manny chuckled, kissing his shoulder. “My lizard.”

Danny sighed, but the fond smile never left his face. “I swear, you’re lucky I love you.”

Manny hummed, snuggling closer. “Yeah, I am.”

[super-hero-confessions]

"B-But he onwy sacwificed his fwiends and raped that unimportant woman cause he was saaaaad🥺"

Jesus fucking Christ. People are that fucking stupid, apparently. I'd call them clowns but that's disrespectful to clowns.

There is literally no excuse to sacrifice other people for your own personal gain, it does not matter what you have been through. Sacrifice yourself if it means so much to you—other people's lives are not yours to bargain with.

Griffith is a pathetic piece of shit with zero rhyme, reason or excuse for his behavior. It does not matter what he has been through, that is never going to excuse megalomania and the harm he does.

Frieza and Dio are in better places than him morally for fuck's sake.

[dovabunny]

(Ghost)Soap AU Concept - His Hair

Cw: angst, minor character death mention, miscommunication. Inspired by Wine and Wheat by Noel_o on Ao3

Soap looks down at his trembling hand holding the electric razor, the buzz not drowning out the words echoing in his mind.

"You're not even a little embarrassed?" "No one will take you seriously looking like that." "It looks ridiculous!" "Did you really think-"

He lifts it to his head.

...

The night started with Soap in high spirits. He was proud of the latest mission - his new self-made bombs saved the day and maybe he was feeling a little cocky.

Which is usually nothing new or problematic when surrounded by his closest friends - Ghost, Gaz, Price, Rudy and Ale.

🧼: tellin ye, Cap', I deserve some chest candy for my ingenuity! Might just have rewritten the military demolitions handbook today.

Price just rolls his eyes.

That's when it started.

🧢: No offense, mate. But you show up at HQ with that hair, no one will take you seriously.

Ale choked on his beer, Rudy tried to hide a smile. "Dios mio, so it's not just us who thinks it looks ridiculous?" Ale looked to Price. "How is that allowed?"

💰: We're not sticklers for regulation in the 141 - but maybe we'll have to make an exception this time.

They all laughed and agreed.

Soap didn't. He felt his throat close and had to remind himself that they're just teasing, they don't mean it.

Rudy, sweet, kind Rudy gave his 5 cents next. "You're brilliant with bombs, friend, but really - you look in the mirror and decide that's your style? Not even a little embarrassed?"

Soap swallowed thick.

This isn't new. He's been mercilessly teased about his mowhak for that last 15 years. Till he joined the 141. He'd thought he was finally past shallow insults.

His ma had told him she loves it, three weeks before she lost her long battle, her own hair having fallen out months before. So he kept it.

He tried to deflect, be the usual fun, bubbly Soap they used to respond well to.

🧼: ah c'mon, ye are all just jealous ye can't touch my destructive talents!

Then the killing blow struck.

Ghost, the only man he's ever truly wanted, whose opinion mattered more than anything else.

Ghost chuckled, shoulders shaking with it as he shook his head. Surely he wouldn't-

💀: They're not wrong. You look like a 80s punk band reject, Soap.

'Soap'. Not Johnny. Ghost cares about Johnny, not Soap. He hopes...

💀: C'mon Johnny, you didn't really think it's a style that demands respect.

The agreeing laughter around the table didn't feel friendly, it felt cruel.

Was he really a laughing stock to them? Did they talk like this behind his back too? Was he just a joke they kept around cause he was good at blowing shit up.

They never even cared to ask why he had it.

He gave a rough brittle laugh, kept his head down, and made a half-assed excuse of needing to piss. Keeping his face turned away he rushed to the bathroom, he knows he's not strong enough to face the teasing if they see the tears in his eyes.

He climbs out the window and leaves.

No one texts or calls to check in him on the way back, walking instead of taking a taxi, hoping to clear his head. It didn't help. His ma always called him her gentle boy, said his heart was good and to protect it.

She was right about that. But turns out, wrong about his hair.

He can't fix what he's like on the inside. It stays broken no matter how he tried.

But he can fix what he's like on the outside. Make him look fixed, at least.

He picks up the electric razor he kept for the sides of his head. Ghost usually shaved it for him. He always teased that he was gonna shave it all...

A lock of hair falls.

[sopiao]

can you please write a insecure chubby reader with ghost, price and soap?(separate ofc) ive been feeling REALLY shitty lately and your fics are so comforting😭😭

YES. I LOVE WRITING CHUBBY READER SHIT!!!

(brings me to tears to hear my fics r comforting :,,))

anyways :3

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Ghost would be the type to be obsessed with you, obsessed with touching you, but he’d never admit it. Just sitting next to you isn’t enough, he man spreads as an excuse to press his thigh against yours, an arm wrapped around the couch to be closer to you.

This man is just so enamored by you. He’d lay on your bed, pretending to be in his phone, while he watches you do your makeup and pick out an outfit for your date night tonight.

It’s a natural occurrence for you to get discouraged by yourself midway through your preparation. Being with him, your mind just turns off and there ain’t a care in the world. But in the midst of your makeup routine you start to get more insecure, your self esteem plummeting when you realize how round your face is and squishy your cheeks are. But that is exactly Ghost’s favorite part of you is.

He pinches your cheeks to scold you, pulling you in with his arm around you to give you 50 kisses on your soft cheeks, doesn’t matter if some of your makeup gets on his face/mask. Sometimes bites them, not too hard ofc, when he feels like it.

“You alright, lovely?” He stops whatever he’s pretending to be busy with on his phone, immediately dropping it to his side as he sits up.

“Yeah.. just.. having one of this moments y’know?” You sigh, peeking back up to continue adding your makeup, he can tell that it’s more than just a moment. Bringing himself up he makes his way towards you, leaning forward over your shoulders to rest his arms on the edge of your vanity. Making you look up and rest the top of your head on his chest.

“Just continue, just wanna watch you” He mutters quietly, as he urges you to move on. Hesitantly, you continue, trying to ignore how Ghost dios his head down to cover the sides of your neck in kisses, leading all the way up to your cheeks. Trying to keep your giggles in as his lips tickle you.

Ghost laughs along with you, eventually tightly wrapping his arms around your middle and peppering your face all over with kisses and smooches, making you burst laughing and beaming at his affections.

“Love this cute, cute face” He smiles against you, nuzzling his face into your neck and covering your collarbones in love pecks.

“So soft, n squishy, like a marshmallow, n so so delicious” He let out in between your laughs and kisses, making your push him away, giggling.

“Fine, fine. Go away! I have to finish” He smiles, letting go of you and complying. But not before attacking you with another fat smooch.

Captain Johnathan Price

John is a very very affectionate man, and he is not afraid to show it. Always a hand in your back pocket or hip when you to walk together, has you sitting on his lap while he does work, even when he sleeps he makes sure an arm is wrapped around you at all times, little spanks on the ass when you walk by, and holds your face in both of his hands while he covers you in kisses.

It was a lazy Sunday today, he wanted to sleep in, arm laying across your thighs while you’re sitting up and on your phone. Scrolling through Instagram, you somehow ended up on a feed of posts of style and fashion, models and photoshoots of incredibly skinny and beautiful models.

Starting to feel like shit you feel like totally drained even after just waking up. You sighed and let your head hit the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. You don’t know how but he can tell, tell every shift in your mood, every thought in your head, he knew you better than you.

“What’s wrong, hun?” He asked, already knowing what’s wrong but wanting you to let it all out. You don’t respond but just shake your head, saying your still just a little tired. Bull. He was literally watching your phone, knowing what was going through your mind.

Without warning, Price sits up, picking you up like you weigh nothing and placing you on his lap, sometimes you forget how strong he is.

“I know what’s going through that pretty little head of yours. And I want you to know how fuckin’ stupid your are right now” He flashes you his charming, sleeping smile at you, putting you at ease a little you smile back and look away.

“I know, I know. It’s just sometimes… I don’t feel..” He huffs out a chuckle, shaking you a little by your hips to get a response, tilting his head to the side to see you better.

“It’s stupid”

“It’s not” He chuckles.

“Sometimes, I don’t feel very… sexy. Sometimes I wonder if your still attracted to me” You whisper, so quietly if he wasn’t listening any closer he couldn’t make out anything your saying. Making him laugh, at first it made you angry, thinking he’s just totally dismissing what your feeling.

“Honey. Sometimes I really do have to question if you have a brain in there” John smiles, squeezing your hips and pressing you closer to him.

“If you don’t think that this is sexy” His eyes grazing from your face to your hips and thighs, rough hands caressing every part of you.

“Then I don’t know what is. ‘Cause seeing this gets me so so worked up” His eyes shift back up to you, pushing you down on the mattress and lifting your shirt up— was actually his shirt— hands going up to caress and rub at your sides before placing a kiss from your chest all the way down to your waist. Making his way down to your thighs, he goes up to see your content but flustered expression.

“And I am still so in love with you, let alone attracted to you. Seeing you in my shirt, in my bed, in my house— our house— makes me feel so young and refreshed again” He pulls up to hold your cheek, giving a little peck to your forehead, then your nose.

Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Just getting straight to the point. Soap is 1000% a thigh man. Loves every-fucking-thing about them. Loves napping on them, loves having them wrapped around his head. Not even in the sexual sense, just sitting there on his phone with your plush thighs against his cheeks with you mindlessly playing with his hair sends him into pure bliss. This is his nirvana.

He loves biting them, pinching them, slapping them, grabbing them. Like I said, everything. Loves seeing them in shorts, leggings, practically anything. The second you first say anything negative about them, about you. He looses it.

“What.”

“??? I don’t know. It’s just such a hassle with clothes and chairs. Makes it hard to move through crowds. Seeing them double in size when I sit with my skinner friends makes me feel fat—“ You start on your mini rant when your boyfriend cuts you off.

“Fat? FAT? Oh, baby. You don’t even know what fat is” He sits up from laying his bed between your thighs to lay on his belly, arms around your sides and chin resting in your chest.

“I fucking love these” Soap grabs the back of your thighs and squeezes, making you blush.

“And you should too. How I see you doesn’t matter much. But hearing that you don’t like you and your body is and insult to you and to the God that took his sweet ol’ time making you. ‘Cause all of this. Is a Goddamn master piece” In the middle of his lecture and scolding he’s pulled you in by your hips to slide up on his lap, looking up at you wish such adoring, puppy love eyes.

[the-offside-rule]

Carlos Sainz Jr (Scuderia Ferrari) - Christmas Trouble

Requested: yes

Prompt: Christmas Oneshot with Carlos

Warnings: not really

Carlos stretched in his bed and let out a groan. Christmas Day had arrived, the day his family decided to come over and visit him at his brand new home in Madrid. He turned to his right and lowered his arm, expecting an empty bed only to find his arm resting on the curves of a person lying beside him. His eyes opened. A woman. She squirmed as she felt his arm on her waist. She turned around so she was now facing the Spaniard and opened her eyes, initially smiling, only for that smile to turn to a frown. "Who are you?" the girl asked. "I could ask you the same." Carlos replied. "I asked first." Carlos looked down, seeing her in a red lingerie set. His eyebrow arched as it peaked his interest. She followed his line of vision and quickly covered up. "As I was saying, who are you?"

He snapped out of his dream land and came back to reality. "I'm Carlos and you're in my house so now it's your turn. Who are you?" She sat up. "Y/n. I'm visiting Madrid for Christmas." She rubbed her forehead. "Oh my god. My friend, she must be so worried about me." Carlos sat up and Eyed up the mirror at the bottom of his bed, seeing his reflection, sitting shirtless beside a girl in lingerie. His eyes lingered over to her reflection as she grabbed whatever shirt he must have been wearing the night before and pulled it over her. She noticed the mirror at the bottom fo the bed. "Isn't a mirror at the bottom of the bed some kind of sexual thing?" Carlos didn't expect that question. He rolled out of bed and stood up, pulling on his sweatpants. "No, mirrors on the ceiling are sexual. Mirrors at the bottom of beds are just normal."

There was a bit of a silence "Did we?" Carlos asked. "I don't even know but it looks like it." Carlos groaned and looked out the window. He saw a car pull up outside his house. His face dropped. "Oh shit." He muttered. "Okay, listen. You need to stay in here at all costs until I say." Carlos said, rushing out. Before Y/n could reply or have anything to say, Carlos was already gone. She sat on the bed, listening to indistinct spanish chattering and the occasional laugh here and there but truth be told, she was bored. So bored in fact, she ended up sleeping and thisis where it started to all go very, very wrong.

After a few hours of the Sainz family sat around the living room, sipping on wine and conversing about random things happening in one another's lives, they too grew in some way, bored. The chatter died down and they ran out of things to say and so, during the awkward silence, Carlos' mother excused herself to use the bathroom. Once she was gone, it was pure silence. Just the soft sound of his mothers feet moving around, then going up the stairs. It had been ages since Carlos awoke to his one night stand, leading to him completely forgetting she was even up in his room, so when he heard his mother go upstairs, he thought nothing of it.

"Ay dios mío!" Carlos heard his mother screeching. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Give me a minute. I'm going to check on her." Carlos scurried around, searching for his mother, only for his face to drop once he realised where she was, and with that, he remembered who was in his bed. He sprinted up the stairs, his feet bounding against the wooden platforms on the way up and practically skidding to a halt in his room. "Carlos? Who is this?" his mother asked. "Mama? Why are you in my room?!" Carlos shrieked. "Your bathroom wasn't working so I was going to use your bedroom one." Not long after that, the rest of his family joined them, looking as shocked as the mother. "So, who is this?" she questioned again. Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat. She was about to come clean when Carlos bet her to it. "My girlfriend." Carlos stammered. Everyone looked at him in disbelief. "You have a girlfriend?" his sister asked. Carlos nodded and gripped Y/n a little bit tighter. "We thought we could keep it a secret. We wanted some privacy." Y/n added. His mother looked at him in disbelief. "And her name?"

"Y/n." Carlos said, bringing her forward. Y/n out her hand out to shake his mother's hand, forcing a smile onto her face. "It's so lovely to meet you." She found her hand being taken. "Reyes. His mother." she replied, now smiling. "Carlos has told me so many things about you. All good, dont worry." She looked her up and down and gave a look of approval to Carlos. "Well we shouldn't keep her from changing her clothes so we'll go back to the living room." Carlos nodded and watched as his family left, letting out a sigh of relief. "Here, wear this." Carlos said handing her a jumper. "Girlfriend? Really?" Y/n whispered as she pulled the jumper over her. "What do you want me to say? That you're a one night stand?" Carlos asked. "I don't know but now I'm gonna have to be here a lot for your family to believe we are actually dating for your little lie to actually come across as your girlfriend."

"Just-" he paused and faced her. "look happy." Carlos and Y/n walked out, a smile on their faces, acting like a happy couple. "You two are very much cute." Blanca, who was Carlos' sister said. "Try not to scare her off just yet." Y/n sat down beside Carlos on the sofa, laughing nervously. Carlos curled his arm around her shoulders and held her closely to him. "So, gifts. Who's going to open theirs first?" Y/n relaxed into his chest as she watched the family tear open wrapping paper, opening up their gifts. She felt her phone buzz. She opened it to see a message from her friend.

Y/n? Where are you? Are you alright?

She looked between her phone and the family when typing back a response.

I'm fine. I'll just be held up a bit until later tonight. dw

Y/n didn't take her phone out the rest of the day. It stayed in her pocket. When they were opening their gifts, when they were eating breakfast, when they watched Christmas movies. She didn't look at her phone, not even once. She was too focused on trying to make this façade of being the girlfriend of Carlos to do anything. "I need the bathroom." Y/n whispered about halfway through the Grinch. Carlos nodded and let her go, kissing her hand as she went.

She walked around the hallway, forgetting exactly where the bathroom was. She opened doors and closed them in search of it but couldn't find it. She opened one door in particular and groaned as she didn't see a toilet. As she was about to close the door, she paused and looked back in. She looked around confused at everything in the room.

Carlos Sainz jr, siguiendo los pasos de su padre

Carlos Sainz jr. consigue un podio en Brasil!

Es un segundo cercano con Carlos Sainz jr en Monza!

Her eyes went wide as she looked beside the newspaper clippings and looked at the magnificent trophies and helmets beside them. "He's a fucking racing driver." she whispered in shock. She scurried out of the room and peaked into the living room. "Carlos? Babe?" Carlos turned and smiled at her. She hadn't called him babe before that moment. "Yes amor?" Carlos asked. "Can I talk to you? In the kitchen please?" Carlos stood up. "Of course, excuse me for a moment guys." Carlos followed her into his kitchen. "What's up-"

"You didn't think to tell me you were a racing driver?" Carlos arched a brow. "I thought you knew I was?" Y/n shook her head. "Well I knew you must do something because of this massive house but I didn't think you were a racing driver!" Carlos sighed. "Well I don't know what to say. I drive cars fast for a living." Y/n rubbed her temples. "Right, okay. It's fine. I'll just play along. I still don't know what we will do after this." Carlos smirked. "Well I wouldn't mind a round two." She slapped his chest. "We'll see." They returned to the living room shortly after and resumed their hugging position when Ana smiled at how cute they were. She sneakily took out her phone and recorded them, then tagging Carlos and posting it on her story. Then she stood up. "Family photo!" Ana said, setting up the camera on the mantlepiece. Carlos and Y/n began panicking. Carlos didn't want anyone assuming he had a girlfriend when he didn't and Y/n didn't want to be seen. "Oh, I can just take the photo if you want-"

"No, no, no. You're part of the family now!" Y/n just nodded along. "Yeah, sure okay. That's fine." The camera flashed, a good five times before Ana rushed over to have a look at the collection. "Oh my goodness, these photos are great!" Carlos and Y/n shared a look, a look that showed that both of them knew they were fucked. Ana had opened her instagram, grinning. "Carlos, you're trending." Carlos took her phone and looked at it, his face turning more serious. "Did you just post a video of me and Y/n on your story?" Ana nodded. "Ana! This is exactly what we didn't want! We wanted to be kept secret!"

"I'm sure she can just take it down-"

"No, it's too late now! It's been up for ten minutes, many people could have screenshotted it." Carlos was leaning over, his head in his hands. Y/n rubbed his back. "I'm sorry Carlos, I really am." Carlos shrugged it off. "It's fine. It's fine. Y/n, how about you help me with the Christmas Dinner and they can set the table, eh?" Y/n nodded and away they went again to cook. "Fuck." Y/n whispered. "So what do we do now?" Carlos shrugged. "I seriously don't know. I wish I did." Y/n groaned. "I guess you'll be getting a round 2 sooner than you thought." Carlos laughed at the light hearted joke. "We'll just pretend to date for a few months and then we'll break up." Carlos thought for a minute and nodded. "That's not too bad of an idea." Y/n put her hand out. "So we are agreed?" Carlos took her hand. "We are agreed princesa."

Yes, they agreed on breaking up but come on. Do you really think they did it? Of course not. Especially not when on that day, three years later, Carlos gave her a box, tightly wrapped and sat beside her, in front of the fireplace to ask her to be his wife.

[lesbianneopolitan]

37. Favorite swear word?

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

41. Are you a good liar?

Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

37. Favorite swear word?

'fuck'

but...in Spanish it's probs 'me cago en Dios', which is basically 'I shit on God', it comes out naturally from me whenever I swear LMAO that's not a single word, but shhhh

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

Once I went for a day without sleeping at all only so I could spend some time with my ex gf

total regret because she didn't deserve my time lol

41. Are you a good liar?

Only when it's about hiding my emotions or when I skipped classes/failed classes/failed exams that I would lie to my parents that everything was fine, came up with excuses

but with other stuff I'm so bad?? I suck at Among Us, I don't really like lying unless I have to or it's a white lie, idk, I guess it depends on the situation

[blinday]

You die in a tragic way and wake up in a different world filled with coffee shops and nice houses. Nothing bad ever happens, only little petty squabbles. A weird old man greets you and immediatly starts talking about his wife instead of actually showing you around, until his son appears and introduces you. The dude is Mac, this is his father Soos. He is a little mentally ill, but doesn’t harm anyone (anymore, he adds quietly).

They introduce you to Mac's mother, Penny, who is playing chess with her cousin Helen. They offer cookies and snacks and introduce you to Helen's husband, Manny. He is very scary and a little stupid, but Helen looks at him like he hung the moon. Manny calls allong his friends to welcome you, Lee and his boyfriend Pat, Dio (who everyone treats like shit for some reason), Tera, also cousin of Penny, Miney, sister of Soos. Allong with many others. They love an excuse to party. Soos tackles Miney's husband and they playfight like two little kids. Dio laughs and Manny hits his head for it, saying he should respect his elders. Soos cackles.

They start talking about their own lives and you realize... holy shit.

They are greek heroes and gods. What the fuck.

(Please tell me if you know which ones I mentioned).