#don’t be mean to me if this is silly okay

[withlovemark]

“how to make a girl cum?”

synopsis -> mark lee. 25 years old. too busy with his career. has only ever touched a girl once in his life and he’s not even sure it counts considering she didn’t cum and he lasted 7 seconds. all he knows is his hand and what he watches from porn. you’re absolutely tired of seeing your loser of a best friend, who’s supposed to be this hot sexy idol, fumble every girl he comes in contact with because of his fear of sexual acts…so you decide to help him out.

warnings: fingering, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), praising kink if you squint

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“how are things with belle?,” you ask mark! who is seated right next to you on the black couch in the middle of the practice room. the two of you alone in this room full of mirrors.

“oh dude, i ended things with her,” he says nonchalantly.

“what!? why? weren’t you just telling me last week how she was perfect?,”

“exactly! it was getting too serious, she touched my thigh and i was like okay, yeah, we’re done,”

“are you fucking kidding me? this again,” you sigh in disappointment. he practically begged you to introduce her to him and he just pulls away like he always does.

“uhhh yes this again,” he replies blatantly, rolling his eyes, “remember what happened last time with that other girl, she laughed at my face and told me it was disappointing that i didn’t live up to everyone’s expectations yet alone even make her cum,” he cringed at the words, that day vividly replaying in his mind like a reoccurring nightmare.

“it was your first time mark, cut yourself some slack, it happens!,” you reassure him for the millionth time.

“yeah, no, i’d rather die a virgin than go through that embarrassment ever again,” he scoffs and you almost can’t believe what you’re about to say but your best friend needed serious help.

“how about you do some practice?,”

he looks at you like you just said the most ridiculous thing ever, “and who exactly am i gonna practice on?”

“me,”

“what?!”

“me,” you repeat even louder.

“i-what?”

“me! mark,” he freezes on the spot, registering your words and for a second you’re afraid you broke him until he breaks the silence, “no.”

“and why the fuck not? do you think i’m ugly?,”

“what?! no dude, you’re fucking hot,” the comment going straight to your head, giving you a boost of confidence.

“so what’s stopping you?,”

“dude, c'mon, you’re literally my best friend!”

“so?,”

“best friends don’t touch each other,”

“sure but as your best friend i can’t keep seeing you sabotage potential relationships because of something as silly as this!,” you argue while he still looks at you like you were crazy.

“i promise i won't laugh at you and i promise you will at least know how to make a girl cum after this,” you continue, becoming more compelling with every second that passes.

mark sits there in silence, weighing out the pros and cons of this agreement��and well, he couldn’t think of any cons. plus, you’re the only person he trusts enough to do this with.

he sighs deeply, finally making up his mind, “when do we start?”

you smirk at his response, happy to hear him agree, “right now.”

“what!? no!,”

“but you just agreed!,”

“yeah but i gotta do research first,”

“you mean watch more porn??,” you roll your eyes, scoffing, “THIS is your research, it’s not gonna get better than actually experiencing it firsthand,” you make your point and mark can’t argue with that.

he does learn faster when he’s doing it himself.

“okay,” he nods slowly, trying to come to terms that this is happening now.

“okay,” you agreed, slowly inching the space in between you, “we’re in a practice room after all,” you smirk, whispering against his ear, sending goosebumps throughout mark’s body as he waits for you to take the lead, not quite sure if this is real or just a figment of his imagination.

you notice the way he froze, only indication that he was still in the room was the anxious bouncing of his leg, eyes staring straight at the floor, “relax, mark,” you say, placing your hand gently on his thigh. mark gulps, staring at your hand, still refusing to look at you.

“well, this just won't do,” you break the silence, grabbing his hand and pulling him across the room, making him sit on the floor – right in front of the mirror.

“wh-what?,” he sputters, looking up at your figure, still standing in front of him.

“now you have no choice but to look at me,” you tease, slowly removing your pants, leaving you in your panties before quickly taking your seat right in between mark’s legs, back rested against his body, facing the mirror ahead of you. this was as vulnerable for you as it was for him.

mark watches it all unfold in a blink of an eye, seeing you in your pink lacy underwear has got him salivating, the gravity of the situation settling in him…he was about to touch his very hot best friend.

“mark,” you call out to him, snapping him out of his daydream, his eyes following your voice, “yeah?,” he responds quietly, finding it hard to breathe. you give him a gentle smile, “is this okay?,” you ask, making yourself comfortable in the space between him. he responds in slow nods, the warmth from your body making it hard for him to think about anything else but you.

“good,” you part your legs for him, grabbing his hand and placing it on your clothed core, “touch me,” a light shocked expression appeared on his face due to your boldness before he obeyed, lightly rubbing his fingers against your panties.

“more pressure, mark,” he immediately follows your command, adding more pressure to his fingers as he slid them up and down the cotton barrier. you release a sigh of pleasure, feeling your arousal start to build up, watching mark through the mirror as he focuses on his fingers, eyebrow’s furrowing, making sure he’s rubbing you with the just the right amount of pressure.

it’s cute how determined he looks.

“don’t think too hard about it, you’re doing so well, can’t you feel how wet my panties are now?,” his cock twitching at your praise as your stained panties were starting to feel sticky against your cunt.

“take them off,” you demand. mark follows straight away, gently removing your panties off of you, leaving you completely bare, all for him.

“look in the mirror, mark,” you order and for the first time he finally makes eye contact with you through the glass, “look how wet i am for you,” you pout, your juices glistening under the lights.

mark can’t help but stare in awe, “dude, i-i did this?,” he says unsure, cheeks pink.

the nickname makes you frown, “do not call me dude when you’re about to have your fingers inside me,” you reprimand and he lets out a tiny apology before you grab his hand, placing it back on your cunt.

“now, show me what you know,”

marks fingers are back on you, rubbing you the way he did before, his fingers easily sliding up and down your slick folds, the friction making you whine under his touch. he takes that as a sign and without any warning, jams a finger in, immediately thrusting them in and out of you at an already brutal speed, making you hiss in pain.

“stop!,” you say, legs instinctively closing as he quickly pulls his fingers out, eyes wide, afraid.

“that did not feel good,” you give your feedback and he almost crashes out, the reminder of him being bad at this catching up to him, “b-but that's what they do in all the videos!” he sputters out, slightly panicking.

oh, how badly he needed your help.

“just take it slow mark, there’s no rush,” you smile softly, trying to comfort him, “here,” you grab his finger, controlling his speed as he slides down your core again, finger slowly disappearing inside you, following the curve of your pussy.

you let out a shaky breath at the slow intrusion, feeling your walls tighten around his digit. like this, you can feel how much longer his finger is compared to your own, reaching that spot so easily, “now curl it,” you instruct and he curls it perfectly on the first try, eliciting a moan from you, making his cock twitch.

“good boy,” you praise, boosting mark’s confidence as he curls his finger in the same spot again and again. you let go of his hand, letting him take over as he took note of every moan that spilled from your lips.

“i-is this good?,” he asks, adding another finger in and curling it just the way you like it.

“s-so good mark,” you whine under his touch, approving his action, “go faster now,” you say, hips arching up, needing more from him.

mark loves watching the way your body reacts to his hand and almost like his free hand had a mind of it’s own, it finds its way around your sensitive bud, rubbing slow but harsh circles, “ohhh fuuck,” you moan, head falling back to his shoulder as your hand gripped his thigh trying to ground yourself, the tension in your stomach tightening.

“yeah?, you like that baby?,” he whispers against your ear, the nickname sending tingles down your core, pussy clenching tightly around his fingers. mark doesn’t need to hear your answer with the way your body speaks to him, he takes note of all of it.

“s-say that again,” you gasp, fingers continuing to move inside you while the tingle in your stomach keeps growing and growing, mark’s newfound confidence becoming stronger and stronger with every moan you give him.

“gonna make my baby cum,” he grunts in your ear, more determined than ever to get a job done. you watch it all play out on the mirror in front of you — body trapped in his, mark’s fingers curling in and out of you, juices leaking onto his fingers, eyebrows slightly furrowed, light sweat dripping down his forehead, muscles clenching.

he’s so focused on you, and he looks fucking hot doing so.

you can’t help yourself, turning your head towards him and catching his lips in yours. mark halts his movement for a quick second before regaining his composure, kissing you back ferociously, tongue meeting yours, quickly taking the lead. he did not need any tips for this – mark was a good fucking kisser, great even.

his lips moving with yours heightens the rest of your senses, drowning out all the other noises and only focusing on the boy next to you. you feel everything — the circles around your clit, the curls of his finger, his rock hard cock against your back; making you feel lightheaded, heat traveling throughout your body as mark swallowed your moans with his kisses.

you only pull away when your release took over, “—gonna cum,” you barely warn him, head falling back to his shoulder, eyes rolling back, toes curling as you let out a strangled gasp, the mind bending orgasm making your body shake, mark coaxing you through it.

“made my baby cum on the first try,” he softly teases, leaving soft kisses on your temple as he watches you unravel through the mirror. your hips arched up as you leaned on him for support, eyes closed, lips flushed, looking absolutely fucked out and his own body can’t help but react to the scene, staining his sweats.

you try to calm your erratic breathing, eyes fluttering open to the scene of mark licking his fingers clean off your arousal, “how does it taste?,” you tease. his eyes darken at your question, looking right at you through the mirror, “so good baby…you taste so good,” he says before diving his fingers back to your cunt, making you jump, as he collected the remaining juices, bringing it back to his lips, humming in satisfaction, eye contact never breaking – the action turning you on more than ever.

“congrats, you just made a girl cum,” you smirk, turning around on your knees to face him.

he lets out a nervous chuckle, glancing at you with uncertainty. "be honest, how was it, really?" he asks, his voice tinged with anxiety and you can tell the burst of confidence he had earlier was gone.

“honestly,” you start, gaining his full attention, “soo good mark, you learn so quickly…you think you can make me do it again?,” you ask, doe eyes innocently looking up at his brown ones.

he nods furiously at your request, hands immediately going to your hips, getting ready to turn you around and have you back in the same position before you stop him.

“hmm, i was thinking, maybe you can make me cum on your cock?,” you ask and mark chokes on his own breath, glancing around the room, getting shy under your gaze.

“i-uhm, i already came in my pants,” he whispers, afraid to confess it out loud.

“that’s. so. hot.” you comment, hands finding its way to his thighs, as you observe the wet stain on his grey sweats, capturing mark’s attention.

“wait? really?”

“mhm, i think it’s really hot how much effect i have on you, cumming in your pants and i didn’t even have to touch you,” you tease, his pants feeling tighter and tighter, “what do you say, mark?, you want to cum again?,” you whisper, pouting your lips.

“fuck y/n,” he whines breathily, you had him wrapped around your fingers now, how could he ever say no?

he pulled you towards him, taking the lead and smashing his lips against yours, gently sucking, tongues battling for dominance. your hand wraps around his neck, fingers finding its way to his hair, gripping it gently. the action enough to harden his cock.

quickly you pull away, taking off your shirt, pink lacy bra coming into view matching your panties. mark takes a second to admire your body, warm hands squeezing your waist, before following suit, discarding his own clothes to the side, leaving him in his stained boxers, lips back on yours as you continue to explore each other’s mouths.

your hand travelled down his chest to his torso, lower and lower, slipping inside his boxers and wrapping around his cock, earning a moan from him. you take note of how long he is, the anticipation of him inside you making your pussy twitch, insides bubbling once again.

you pump him once, twice…his whines against your lips, making you clench around nothing but air.

“stop it baby, i'm not gonna last if you do that,” he pleads and you want so badly to just have your way with him, pumping him to finish as he withers in his moans but before you could do so, he pushes your hand away, creating space between you.

“stop, please…want to be inside you,” he cries, shutting his eyes, trying to calm himself down as he slows his breathing, holding you an arm length away. he feels like he’s gonna burst any minute now and he really doesn’t want to do that without making you cum a second time.

“okay, mark,” you follow his order, “you’re in charge, baby,” you give up control, waiting for mark to take the lead, as he inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying his best push away his orgasm. he slowly opens his eyes, all his breathing work practically useless at the sight of you.

“you’re so pretty,” he says before his hands wrapped around your hips, easily picking you up. you let out a quiet yelp at his sudden action. your best friend was a lot stronger than he looks.

he makes his way over to the couch, gently placing you down, body hovering over you as you push his boxers down, pink cock springing up, hitting his belly.

there was absolutely no going back from this.

“mark, do you have a condom?,”

“fuck,” he says looking at you wide eyed, “i-i dont have one,” he stutters, frustrated, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes at the thought of not being able to satisfy you.

“you don’t carry one around?,”

“dude, we’re literally in this situation because i don’t get any action,” he reminds you, earning a laugh from you – you almost forgot…especially with how good his touches felt against your skin.

“you’re laughing, i don’t have a condom and you’re laughing,” he says in disbelief, annoyed at himself, his frustration increasing every second your laugh reaches his ears, “hey, you promised you wouldn’t laugh,” he pouts, gently poking your sides, a small smile displayed on his lips.

“sorry, sorry, i-just, you should’ve seen your face, you look like you’re about to cry,” you point out, calming down, “i’m on the pill mark, its okay,” you soothe him, and mark’s jaw almost drops to the floor.

the last and first time he had “sex” with a girl, he came in the condom as soon as he bottomed in and now he expects himself to last more than 7 seconds with you? raw? he freezes once again and you notice the change in his demeanor.

“don’t be scared mark, we’ll take it at your pace,” you comfort him, turning his head towards you for a soft, gentle kiss – so much different from the rushed kisses you previously shared.

“hey, i'm your best friend, okay, you can trust me,” you remind him, giving him a small smile “it’s okay if you cum faster than me, you’ll know what to do if that happens,” you assure him, completely trusting him with your body and all his worries fade away.

mark finally snaps out of his overthinking mind, taking the lead once again, soft lips on yours as he gently pushes you down, back against the couch, body completely hovering over you.

he swipes his cock against your folds, collecting your juices, making you shiver in anticipation, before lining against your core, slowly pushing the tip in your hole, he breathes in — you feel so fucking warm. you moan at the invasion, walls expanding, adjusting to the size of his cock as he slowly pushed inside. synchronized moans filling up the air as he bottomed in, walls tightly clenching around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper you swear you can feel him in your cervix — feel every vein on his cock twitching.

“fuuck mark, you fit perfectly,” you whine, never have you had anything feel this good inside you and he hasn’t even moved. the comment makes him blush. he was gonna have to bring that up later…right now, he’s committed to redeeming himself and pleasing you.

he starts thrusting slowly, focused on your reaction, “hmmm, feels soo good mark,” you whine. he recalls the curl of his fingers inside you, making sure he angles his cock the same way, hitting you exactly where you need it. he finds it almost instantly, faster than any other guy has ever found it, “oh god, mark-fuck,” you jumble your words, too caught up with how he’s making you feel. the slowness of it all making it more intimate, each thrust properly hitting you deep inside, back arching at the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you, deep grunts right by your ear, hips meeting his.

“y-you’re so fucking tight baby mhm, making it so hard f-for me,” he whimpers, quickening his pace, the sound of clapping starting to echo throughout the walls, moans mixing in the air, the growing tension in your belly making you feel hot as you gripped his toned arm muscles.

“f-fuck mark, i-im close,” you gasped. your sensitivity from your previous orgasm quickly catching up to you, as he continued his thrusts, “m-me too baby,” he stutters, cock twitching inside you.

his fingers find their way to your clit, rubbing quick circles. “oh fuck! mark, mark, mark-,” you moan over and over again, forgetting every other word but his name.

he feels like he's going to explode. the amount of restraint he was holding on to to make sure you came before him is making him feel lightheaded — desperate.

“c’mon baby, c-come with me please,” he pleadingly whines, thrusts gaining more speed, your juices making it easier for him to slide in and out, toes curling at the sensation as you feel the heat rise, the coil in your stomach making you gasp for air.

you didn't have time to warn him before your walls immediately closed in on his cock, second orgasm completely taking over, body going slack, breathy moans slipping past your lips, eyes shut, the tension in your stomach coming undone.

mark’s movements falter on top of you, your release triggering his as he paint your walls white, “fuuuck baby,” he groans, head burrowed into your neck, breathing heavily, body shaking on top of yours.

mark slowly pulls out, making you hiss at the loss of contact. you watch, in amazement, as your mixed juices spill out of your throbbing cunt, pussy still pulsating.

“how was that?,” he asks earnestly awaiting your response and all you could do is shoot him a smile, “are you sure you’ve never done this before?,” you ask, making him chuckle in satisfaction.

“good?,” he wanted to hear it from you.

“very good, mark,” you nod in approval earning a smile from him as he got up to get his shirt, using the fabric to clean you up.

“you’re a really quick learner,” you praise him.

“or i just have a really good teacher,” he shrugs, refusing to take credit for the mess the two of you made.

“well, i barely had to tell you anything for that one, you really took notes earlier huh?” you point out, as he sat down next to you, “i guess so,” he says, a small smile on display.

“think you got it, now? won’t be sabotaging any potential relationships anymore?,” you tease, disheveling his hair, a playful smile on your lips.

“hmm,” he hums, pondering.

truthfully, he was proud of himself, he really was scared over nothing, or maybe…maybe it was because you were his partner? and that made everything different. he trusts you which made it easier for him to not get caught up in his own fears, the sound of your moans and praises pushing away all his anxieties, leading him to success.

he wants to hear it again.

mark smiles mischievously, bright eyes shining, before turning to you, grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of him, “i don’t know baby, i think i might need more practice,” he says cheekily, lips on yours once again as he unhooks your bra.

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au: whew! well that’s that >.< genuinely….what do i need to do in life to make sure this happens to me and mark ?????????

[thestrangelyalwaysconfused]

(I know little to nothing about Over the Garden wall or Steven Universe or even TAWOG so forgive me if something’s inaccurate)

Dipper: Anxiety and/or Trust issues. You’re mostly the brains of your friend group and sometimes you plan TOO much about something and start to stress over it. Sometimes people call your bestfriend’s relationship similar to sibling and honestly… You don’t think they’re wrong! You also find yourself wary of people

Wirt: Kinda the same with Dipper except sometimes you just wanna stay in your room away from people from how much they scare you sometimes but when you do go out, you tend to stick to the people closest to you.

Steven: You love to help your friends! But you tend to push away your issues to go help someone else, you are recovering from that issue but sometimes it slips through by accident. It’s okay to be stressed, take your time and just try not to overwork yourself okay?

Darwin: You. are. Awesome. Your sibling is your ride or die or if you’re an only child, you stick close to friends that are LIKE siblings to you. You’re cheerful and try to positive even under terrible situations but you know one thing, no matter what happens, you and your sibling/friend stick together. You also sometimes like to cause some chaos with said sibling/friend!

Oh! Maybe I went too depth with this silly little tag game…. oh well, anyways this is probably the closest kins I have.

Uh, I know CarltheFirst and QueerK1d know me Irl but I’m still gonna let them guess what THEY think my kins mean @brokenaroacecode, @carlthefirst, @thatonequeerk1d

Making a tag game cause I can

Rules: post 4 fictional characters you relate to and assume something about the person you reblogged from based on their characters

No pressure tag! @sidneyoftheblackwoods @mqstermindswift @stars-and-birds @zenilvar @forever-chained-to-myself @themidnightarcher @skeelly @thepencilsnameissteve @thislove-taylorsversion @thislifeissweeterthanfiction @swiftieannah @a-pessimistic-swiftie @catastrxblues @jellycanon @what-about-wendy and anyone else who wants to join<3

[oopsiedaisydeer]

ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴜᴛᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴍʙ

…𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘴

fluff, awkwardness, friends to lovers?, light flirting, unintentional flirting, banter, miscommunication, teasing, mild sexual innuendo, lighthearted, platonic? feelings, silly

word count - 1.2k

You’re mid-sentence when it happens.

“I just don’t think the moon landing was real,” Chris says, stretching his legs out on the couch in his room. “Like, yeah, sure, space exists or whatever, but you expect me to believe they had the technology to land on the moon in the sixties? People barely had color TV.”

You roll your eyes. “You wouldn’t believe in the moon landing.”

He gasps, clutching his chest. “Are you saying you do?”

“I’m saying I’m an innocent until proven guilty kind of girl.”

Chris shakes his head like he’s disappointed in you. “This is ridiculous.”

And then, just as you’re about to throw another sarcastic comment his way, your phone lights up. Noticing its low battery, you roll onto your side on Chris’ bed, plugging it in. Unbeknownst to you, your oversized shirt rides up, exposing your sleep shorts. Chris doesn’t mean for it to happen, but his gaze flickers and then his brow furrows, his head tilting just slightly.

As you turn back around to face him, Chris can’t help but blurt it out.

He clears his throat. “You have a cute butt, you know. Very round, nice, compact-”

You freeze mid-laugh, blinking at him. “Chris, what the actual-” You can’t even finish the sentence. Did he seriously just say that?

The room falls silent. You blink at him, utterly stunned, while he stares back at you like you’re the one who just said something weird. It takes approximately three full seconds for his own words to catch up to him, and when they do, his face shifts into something between mild horror and begrudging realization.

“Oh. Oh, wait-” He holds up a hand. “That sounded kinda-”

“Insane? Wildly inappropriate? Like something I should slap you for?”

Chris huffs, crossing his arms. “It was a compliment!”

“It was about my butt!”

“Yeah, but in, like, a normal way-”

"There is no normal way to say that, Christopher."

Chris huffs, crossing his arms, but his mind is already racing. It was just a compliment, right? He tries to push the weird feeling out of his chest, but it’s there, like something’s stirring under the surface. It was a compliment.

He clears his throat anxiously. “It was a compliment!” he repeats, trying to sound convincing, but the way her eyes narrow at him makes him second-guess himself. Maybe that wasn’t the best way to phrase it… You’re so smooth, Chris. Real smooth.

“Right.”

 “Whatever, man. I was just making an observation. Like, just, you know, being honest.”

“You sound like Jake Peralta right now.”

“What? No, I don’t.”

“You literally just recreated a classic Peraltiago moment. ‘Your butt is da bomb. There will be no survivors,’ Christopher.”

“Okay, first of all, that’s a compliment. Second of all, your butt is da bomb- wait, no, that sounded worse.”

You sigh dramatically, before an idea comes to you. “First of all, compact? As a compliment? What does that even mean?” you ask, gesturing wildly. “Second of all, if we’re making observations, let’s talk about your butt. Very, uh… symmetrical. Good proportions.”

Chris chokes on air, his Pepsi not even having reached his lips. “What- wait, seriously? Are we doing this?”

“Yeah, I mean, if we’re handing out compliments, it’s only fair” you say, teasing, but also grimacing.

His ears go pink, his voice a little less certain now. “That’s- not the same thing.”

“Oh? So now you see the issue?”

Chris groans, dragging a hand down his face. “I hate you.”

You shake your head, grabbing your water bottle and twisting it in your hands. The moment lingers, Chris still sulking over your lack of appreciation for his totally normal and platonic compliment.

And then, as if to pivot into something equally bizarre, you mumble, “When I couldn’t sleep as a kid, I used to try balancing my water bottle on my forehead.”

Chris lifts his head slightly. “What? Actually?”

“Yeah, like, I’d just be lying in bed, eyes wide open, and I’d think: What if I could balance my water bottle on my forehead for a full minute? Just... to see if I could.”

He stares at you like you’ve just confessed a strange, deeply important secret. “And?”

“I could do it. Didn’t help me sleep though.”

Silence. Then Chris sits up, slow, thoughtful as if he’s considering your childish admission seriously. “You think you could still do it?”

You narrow your eyes, leaning forward just a little. “Are you… challenging me?”

“No, I just don’t think you can do it.” He smiles at her, his tone doubting but playful.

The water bottle is in your hands before he even finishes speaking. You lie down completely, looking up at the ceiling, and carefully place the bottle on the center of your forehead. Chris watches, elbow on the armrest, chin resting against his palm, looking equal parts skeptical and intrigued.

For a few glorious seconds, you think you might actually pull it off. But then Chris stands up and flops on the bed next to you.

“Hey-”

The bottle wobbles once, twice, and then tumbles off your face, and you catch it with your hand. Chris bursts out laughing, practically folding over, and you groan in annoyance. You throw the bottle at him, the movement dramatic, not even trying to aim. It bounces off his shoulder and hits the floor with a soft thud.

“Okay, rude,” he wheezes, still grinning. “Not my fault you have terrible focus.”

You scowl, but you’re smiling too. “Not my fault you say weird things about my butt.”

Chris opens his mouth like he’s going to argue, then stops. Shuts it. Tilts his head.

And then, for the first time since this conversation started, his brain finally catches up.

“Wait. Hold on.” A little crinkle appears above his nose, like a thought is just starting to bloom. He stares at you for a beat longer, eyes flicking back and forth as if he’s sorting through his words. “Did that… what I said before… sound like flirting?”

You blink. “Chris”, you warn.

“No, but, hold on.” He suddenly looks very, very deep in thought. “Because I was just saying it, like, observationally, but now I’m thinking about it, and…”

Your heart skips a beat at the way his voice falters, and you find yourself wondering if you’re just imagining it. Was he really…? You shake your head. No, this is just Chris being Chris, right? You tell yourself, brushing it off.

“Chris, oh my God.” You throw your head back with a groan, smacking his arm before standing up and walking toward his bathroom.

He calls after you, still stuck in the rabbit hole of his own making. “But wait! If I was flirting… hypothetically… would it have worked? Like, actually?”

He says the last part slower, like he’s genuinely trying to piece it all together, his gaze fixed on you.

You call back out to him. “You’re never getting an answer to that!”

Chris stares at the ceiling, groaning internally. He can’t decide if it was the best thing ever or the worst mistake he’d made all week.

They were friends, he reminds himself. But it was just a half-assed attempt to comfort himself as he waited for you to come back.

thank u rose for the dividers!! @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: this is me coming out as a silly girl. let me know if u enjoy!

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[navybrat817]

For your ficlets, how about Andy Barber and notes tucked beneath your morning coffee. And let’s go fluffy, since it leans that way and it’s a ficlet 🤣 (that said, spicy could be fun too 😉)

I added a touch of angst (not much!). I hope you don't mind!

Post-It Notes

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader

Summary: You like to surprise Andy with post-it notes.

Word Count: Over 750

Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, touch of angst and insecurities, comfort, feels, Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The first post-it note you left for Andy was in his briefcase. You wrote, “Have a great day!” with a smiley face and heart. It was a silly thing really. You just wanted to do something to make him smile when he went to work.

“I loved the note, honey,” he told you once he got home, showing you that he kept it, too.

It became your new thing after that.

It was fun thinking of new places to hide notes for him. In the dresser drawers, tucked inside of his favorite book, in his lunch container. You managed to sneak one into his wallet once and even in his glove compartment when he wasn’t looking. It was almost like a game and you imagined his smile or chuckle every time he found one when you weren’t around.

The notes came in different colors and shapes. You tried to come up with different kinds of quotes, too, that ranged from telling him to have a good day to how much you loved him to how sexy he was. You wanted each to feel special and to be a surprise.

“You spoil me,” he smiled when he found one in his tacklebox during a weekend trip.

For some reason you worried after a few weeks that he’d get sick of the notes and you stopped leaving them for him for a short time. You weren’t sure why you suddenly felt insecure about them. It wasn’t like he said anything. It just felt… Well, like you were being clingy or too much.

“Morning,” Andy smiled when you ventured into the kitchen. He was already at the island sipping his coffee, dressed in his usual suit sans the jacket. He had a mug ready for you, too.

“Morning,” you smiled back, greeting him with a kiss. “Mmm. Caffeine,” you said happily, your hands warming as they wrapped around the mug and inhaling as you lifted it up to your face.

“Yep,” he smirked, looking at you expectantly as he took another sip.

“What?” you asked curiously. You knew that look. What was he up to?

His eyes flickered to where your mug was sitting before he looked at your face again. Glancing down, you gasped when you spotted the post-it note. You recognized Andy’s handwriting and smiled when you read it: “I’ll always love you, honey.”

“You…” you set the mug down so you could trace the letters with your finger. “You left me a post-it note.”

“Well, you’re always leaving them for me, and they brighten my day. I wanted to do the same for you,” he explained, your face falling a bit since you hadn’t given him a note in days. “Are you okay?”

“I thought they’d annoy you after a while, so I stopped.” You smiled sadly when you faced him. He looked heartbroken, and you felt like an idiot. “And it was nothing you said or did, okay? I promise. You know I just get in my own head sometimes.”

Everyone had moments like that when the mean voice won.

“You really don’t know much they mean to me, do you, honey?” he asked quietly, stepping away before you could answer. “Hold on.”

You sipped your coffee while you waited for him to come back, staring at the post-it note again as guilt churned in your stomach. It was so sweet of him to do that. Why did you doubt yourself?

“Here,” he said, coming back into the kitchen with a small album in hand. You hadn’t seen it before. “Take a look.”

Flipping it open and looking through the pages, tears clogged your throat. It was every single note you had given him, each one carefully preserved. “You saved all of them,” you whispered, a tear slipping out from the corner of your eye.

“Of course, I did.” His beard tickled your cheek as he kissed it away. “They mean everything to me, and so do you.”

Turning your head, you brushed your lips against his thanks. A thank you for keeping them, for assuring you, and for loving you. “I’ll keep leaving them then.”

“And I can’t wait to figure out where you hide the next one,” he said, slipping his arms around your waist. “You know, it’s still early. I think we should go back to bed.”

“But you’re already dressed,” you teased. “Never stopped us before,” he chuckled, kissing you again.

Having a partner like Andy made you feel blessed, and you couldn’t wait to leave him another note.

Love and thanks for participating! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[mybelovedsylus]

Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes

I have no excuse for this one. I don’t know why this is where my brain went- well I know why, because I have a dirty mind and Sylus always tells MC at the claw machine that he will buy her a machine of her own, and then pair that with the line about putting her hands on his waist if they’re free… and well. This was born. 18+ please, minors keep it moving even though it starts as fluff.

My warnings for this are that it’s just smut when you get right down to it, and that there may be misuse of a claw machine, okay he uses the claw machine to fuck her… I probably need help. Anyways enjoy as always. You know the drill it’s not proofread or edited. 2200+ words

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“You can be such a softie sometimes,” there’s a soft smile pulling on my lips causing the accusation to come out more playful than anything. I’m being led blind through the base, Sylus’ monster hands covering my eyes and most of my face as he maneuvers me through the halls. He hums in what I can only assume is agreement. Afterall, who would have thought the feared leader of Onychinus would be waiting for me to get back from my mission, waiting to cover my eyes, and waiting to present a surprise he had acquired while I was gone.

“Can I get a hint at least?”

“You don’t need a hint, the base isn’t that big, we’re here,” he leaned down at some point so I feel his warm breath caress my ear with the answer. I smuggle down the shudder that wants to run through my body at the sensation.

“So, are you going to remove your hands, or do I get the pleasure?” I tease, reaching my hands up to softly trace from his fingertips to his wrist. Without further preamble he drops them away from my eyes and I’m rapidly blinking trying to adjust to the sudden change in light. When I can finally focus I let out a gasp whirling around to face him.

“Sylus!”

“What? I told you that I would buy you your own. I mean you look so defeated the other day when we left empty handed,” his reply is soft and his eyes are warm as he looks down at me. This big oaf of a man really spent his free time while I was gone precuring a claw machine of all things. In fact…

“Wait- is this the one we always play?” I ask as I turn back, walking over to get a closer look. I let out a small laugh though when I realize all the plushies inside are the little crows I became so fond of- after all I had grown rather fond of Mephisto and it was nice to have a little reminder of him even when I was back in Linkon. (Although to be fair, he was usually trailing me. Nonetheless.) My first statement to him this evening was in fact correct, this man was softer than these silly plushies.

“Let me tell you, it was highway robbery what he made me pay, but now you can play whenever you want,” he shrugged. Nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t gone to our regular arcade and paid probably at least double what the machine was actually worth – because we played it together, and because it was something I enjoyed. I think I finally had physical proof that it was a fond memory for him too. I look back over at my shoulder at him with a cheesy grin that only spreads wider when I see him holding out a quarter for me.

After a few turns I essentially had my face pressed up against the glass, breath fogging my view, because the stupid crow wouldn’t stay in the claw. It kept getting to the point where it looked like it was going to make it to the chute, and then at the last second it slipped right out. Sylus laughing broke me out of my pseudo trance. I spun on my heel, poking him in the chest with my finger.

“Alright, you think it’s so funny, you get it.”

“While I can say watching you is more fun, I’ll show you how it’s done,” is his cocky response as he steps up to the machine. I stand on my tip toes trying to see over his shoulder as he drops the quarter in. I can’t help myself as he starts to move the joystick, tapping his shoulder just like I would do when we were out at the arcade and I was trying to tell him which one I wanted.

“I don’t think your usual antics are entirely necessary, I filled the machine entirely with the same plushie because I know it’s your favorite. However, if you need somewhere to put your hands, my waist is free.”

I don’t know how or why the idea forms, but once it begins to take shape in my mind it’s all I can think of. So I start with complying. I thread my arms around his waist, resting my cheek on the side of his arm, enjoying the feel of his muscles flexing and bunching with the small movements. When his turn resets and he gears up to aim again, my hands sneak down to his belt, deftly undoing it before moving to the button.

“Kitten,” is the growl I get in warning and I have to bite my lip to hide my smile as I flick the button open and pull his zipper down before shoving my hands straight down his boxers. He jumps and accidently presses the button, getting no where close to any of the plushies. I shake my head dramatically, smiling as he looks at me with a heated gaze.

“I thought you were going to show me how it’s done, but it looks like you can't even get close,” I repeat his words back at him with an overly innocent smile, even going so far as to flutter my lashes at him.

“You don’t know what game you’re starting,” he warns with gritted teeth as he turns back to the game.

“I’m pretty sure we’re playing the claw machine,” I mutter as I push down his boxers just enough to free his dick. It’s already well on the way to fully erect, the tip already leaking a bit of precum. I pull one of my hands back so I could lift it to my mouth and lick the entire length of my palm getting it nice and wet for easier movements. With the new lubrication, I shift my hand back and tug once playfully.

“Well don’t stop, I still want a crow,” I say sweetly, twisting my hand at the end of the pull, twisting on the head and eliciting a grunt from him and another pulse of precum. I loosen my grip on his cock, tracing the vein instead lightly with a fingertip as a challenging tease for him to keep working at the game while I play my own. I continued on with my languid pumps, enjoying listening to the way his breathing picked up in succession but deepened in tone. Soon he looked like me at the start of the game with his head propped up on the glass, his breath fogging the glass to the point that I was pretty positive he couldn’t see anything he was doing. It didn’t deter me, rather it motivated me as I tightened my grip a bit and made a quick jerk upwards.

"Fu-uck kitten just like that," he groaned thrusting up into my hand. I picked up the pace amd tightened my grip to a point that might be punishing. Sylus hit his fist against the glass as he moaned and jerked in my grip. It was around the same time that the familiar winning bells went off while the machine lit up.

“Time to show you how it’s done,” was the only warning I was issued as he took control at the speed of lightning, spinning in my hold as he switched our position, pressing me hard against the machine. The joystick dug in my back and I couldn’t even be bothered to care as he crowded into my space, bending down to take my lips in a punishing kiss. His hands were quick to work, pushing my pants over my hips and I gasped as I felt his hands pulling the fabric of my underwear until they ripped with a harsh snap. I tore my mouth from his, looking up at him in shock.

“Those were my favorite.”

“I will buy you 5 more pairs, I thought that would be obvious,” he muttered, bending to bite down on the skin of my shoulder since I had pulled back from him. I tilted my head to give him more access, tangling my hand in his hair and using the purchase to hold him against me. His fingers also moved deftly up my leg until they hit my center. He grunted curse words, finding the wetness that had flooded my panties as I worked myself up teasing him. He pulls back to stare me down as his hands glide through the wetness. I whimper as his hand leaves as quickly as it came, leaving me worked up and frustrated.

He gives me a devilish smile as he moves me slightly, dragging the hand with my slick down the joystick of the machine.

“Sylus!”

I’m shocked by the action, but more shocked as he lifts me with ease. There’s a wild look in his eyes, and suddenly I feel him moving me, until the round red plastic of the joystick is pushing against my entrance. He hesitates, watching me, giving me a chance to protest but I just stare back, working my bottom lip over with my teeth. He groans then, bending down for another kiss as he pushes me down slightly, letting the ball work it’s way in. He watches intently, and once the red is gone, he drops me and lets gravity take control. I throw my head back, banging it on the glass at the intrusion and the assault on my insides. It’s the oddest sensation and I can’t help but shift my hips. Sylus’ wild eyes flicker behind me, and I can hear the crane moving.

“Think we can catch a plushie like this?” he asks me in a deep sultry tone, his hands drifting up my legs, one stopping at my clit while the other grabs the back of my neck, helping him to angle my head up so he can plunder my mouth. He pulls his fingers away from my center and my hips automatically push forward, trying to follow the sensation. I’m rewarded with his hands returning, tracing tight circles on my clit. I’m writhing in his hold, desperate for more, needing more. You grasp for purchase as you shift your hips, trying to get some friction from the ball buried inside you. Once I find a maneuver that has it hitting that perfect spot inside me, I work my hips over and over again chasing that peak. Sylus has his gaze transfixed on my cunt, from his fingers teasing my clit, to the lewd picture of the claw machine mechanism inside me, to the wanton way I grind against it needing release.

“Oh- fuck – right - shit, almost there,” I mutter mostly incoherently working to use the machine and his hand to get you there. I am struggling to keep your eyes open, Sylus now using his hand more forcefully to work my clit and also assist in my grinding movements.

“That’s it, what a welcome to my gift. I think if this is how we use it every time I could be really into this whole plushie thing,” he says breathlessly, looking at me with the gaze of a wild predator, pupils blown wide. I can feel my wetness dripping down from the part of the joystick not inside me, down onto the machine.

“Look at you making a mess, it’s going to be all sticky, we may even have to buy another one because your slick may stop the mechanisms from functioning,” Sylus halfheartedly reprimands while also pulling my legs farther apart so he can get a better view. His words, partnered with the ministrations, finally push me over the edge. I grasp the edge of the controls and clench my eyes shut, calling out Sylus’ name as I crest over the wave. My chest is heaving, and my vision blacks a little. As I come back to myself, I realize he is smoothing my hair and rubbing his thumb over my cheek, his gaze watching me closely.

“You okay there, kitten?” he asks with a gentle grin. All I can do is nod, leaning back against the glass, enjoying the cooling feeling of it through my top. I can’t believe I just defiled the machine like this with him still wearing half your clothes no less – we were no better than horny teenagers sometimes. How long has he been cooking this idea up? I had a good feeling that was one of the motivators to the machine actually coming home.

“Alright, we’re going to relocate this to the bedroom now,” he warns me gently and I smile up at him, putting my hands around his neck as he helps lift me off the joystick. I moan, clutching him to me tightly at the pull. A desperate groan rips from my throat as it pops free and I suddenly feel empty. Sylus lets out a guttural noise of his own as he looks at the way the plastic glistens.

“I almost don’t want to clean it.”

“Gross, Sy,” I hit his chest halfheartedly. It’s interesting I feel somewhat worn out, but also still worked up, and I've definitely noted that Sylus’ cock is an angry shade of red with precum steadily leaking. “Take me to bed.”

“Oh wait – can’t leave without our prizes,” he mutters, setting you down before he bends to collect the crow from the slot. However, I was only expecting the one he caught and instead he’s holding two proudly.

“This one is staying here forever as my trophy, the first of I hope many caught by your pussy,” he says with what feels like reverence, and despite the fact that I was just an active participant, I can feel my cheeks heating at the memory. This man. Although, I do find myself clenching down at the idea – I wouldn’t be that upset for a repeat performance, or for whatever scenario he’s probably already got cooking up.

[yantao-enthusiast]

tumblr reading comprehension challenge impossible…. i literally said don’t give me discourse on this post. i don’t care about your opinion, scream it to the mountains. i’m just asking for you to stop putting it on my obvious silly post about my opinion (or anywhere in my notifs)

“age doesn’t matter in the wilderness” is crazy... ESPECIALLY in the context of him and misty like do you think all of a sudden his knowledge was nerfed out on the wilderness??? this isn’t even about the wilderness at this point, this is about ben’s inability to communicate with misty (even outside the wilderness) and letting it get worse to that boiling point. and… like even still a lot of the yellowjackets looked to ben for guidance even if he didn’t know anything like he did have power there. i’m not saying he’s a. “pdfile” but in the grand scheme of things i’m just saying i question his ability to be able to truly communicate and understand teenagers when he can’t communicate with one that’s done nothing wrong to him but annoys him anyways pre crash. and his great big solution to her behavior was… asking her to be in a secret relationship? like if that’s his solution…… well. forgive me if i at least think he shouldn’t be teaching and if i lowkey want a fictional character to die in a show where fictional characters die

i say “wasn’t the best” because in the context of misty’s pov, she thought she was doing what the both of them wanted even if it’s not what ben wanted (which if she thought it’s what ben wanted, she doesn’t see it as rape or breaking the law, especially with him engaging a relationship with her despite drugging him in her mind that must be fine, right? (even if it’s not)). but ben never gave any real indication against it, had in fact told her to ignore all signs of it because of their secret relationship. and this is all at 16, and the other party is…. i don’t have to say it

reading over this again i’m beginning to think this fandom isn’t for you…. like femcels…. okay….. and like i think there’s plenty of reasons to hate a lot of the men and especially in a women’s show, especially when you see most of the negative sides and less backstory and good moments from them. but i think travis is a great character, doesn’t mean anyone has to like him. same for any character of this show regardless of gender. it is just a show and it’s up to us what makes a character enjoyable or not. you can’t change everyone’s mind on this with your anger, even if you don’t like that. you ignore a lot of my explanation of misty’s actions in favor of your interpretation of her as ‘ben’s villain’, and you’re not obligated to but if you wanna debate about misty, you should probably try seeing her as a complex character….

i’m not replying to this anymore to keep my peace and because of my clear boundary to stop rbing MY post with discourse i don’t wanna see. MAKE YOUR OWN POST IF YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT IT. THAT’S LITERALLY ALL I’M ASKING.

but like i hope things get better for you whatever’s happening in your life. like get to the root of your problem on a session with your therapist or something. good luck

“omg poor coach ben someone save him from misty” i hope he meets his demise at her hands actually

[sonshinedivine]

✨ Pick a Pile! Channeled Message from Spirit Guides ✨

choose what collage you’re drawn to the most! can be two or all three!

take what resonates; leave what does not

1. Sun

orange cats, 1010, new beginnings, daffodils, rebirth, 777

A cycle has ended and you are currently in alignment with your greatest truth. You no longer need to be resilient. It’s time to stop ignoring your needs and learn how to be soft with yourself. That doesn’t mean letting people walk all over you. You have a backbone, you can use it. Setting boundaries is the only way to continue down this path.

Now’s the time to actually allow yourself to rest and recoup. Stop draining your energy on people that never lift you up and make you feel seen. All you’re doing is hiding parts of yourself that are begging for recognition. Look toward your inner child and how they would play. Allow yourself to be seen. Allow yourself to be silly.

A bright light shines within you and now’s the time to let yourself glow. Take up space because you deserve to.

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2. Moon

Caribbean Blue, water, rivers, Cancer, crabs, spring

You are so used to living in survival mode, you’ve developed a thick outer shell to protect your vulnerable parts. It’s time to crack that shell open and let those tender parts be seen. Your heart’s been closed off for so long—just know that it’s protected. If you haven’t noticed it already, people are on your side. It’s okay to be seen and ask for help.

You have an incredible sense of self-preservation, but keeping yourself hidden behind a wall will only lead to isolation. Listen to your heart (when he’s calling for you…) and your need for connection. Take this as a sign to reach out to someone you’ve been thinking about.

Your voice needs to be heard. It’s time to stop silencing yourself.

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3. Star

abundance, 888, pink, flamingos, monstera leaves

Whether intentionally manifesting it or not, you are experiencing growth. You are slowly, but surely, moving towards becoming your best self, you just need to believe you deserve it. Now’s your time to show your authentic self to the world.

“You don’t need to change. It’s boring being the same.” Flamingo - Kero Kero Bonito

Perhaps you aren’t sure how to start. Maybe in the past you were shamed for being yourself. Now’s the time to focus on what’s important to you and how you can live your life more authentically. Trust that you know yourself best. Look inward and listen to your intuition. Follow your gut. Search within yourself to find your true wants. That’s how you begin the path towards true growth.

Take root before you branch out. This is your sign to spend some time with yourself. Just five or ten minutes. Deep breaths, close your eyes, and listen. Don’t forget to take note of what you hear.

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Thank you for reading! 🙏

[all images were made with Pinterest’s collage maker and do not belong to me]

[kaxserlvr]

Can you write a scenario where reader falls for bakugo maybe after the part where he d!es?? If not it’s okay!

Hii thanks sm for the request(my first one woww) I tried my best on this I hope it’s what you wanted!!

Ps I was listening to this song when it writing so that’s kinda the vibes!

New feelings

You, Bakugo and Kirishima were studying as usual in the common room this was a usual routine that never seemed to stop, something that you’ve come to appreciate over time despite you not really needing it anymore.

“Hey guys I’m gonna get us snacks cause,whew all this studying is really tiring my brain” Kirishima says just only 5 minutes into the session.

“I’m surprised it still works” Bakugo muttered looking to the side with a followed “Hey!” from Kirishima not appreciating the insult “bro it’s the first day back cut me some slack” he cries out. You giggled at the red heads silliness.

You missed this.

“Kiri get me the usual please” throwing some money towards your friend who was heading to the door.

“Me too” Bakugo piqued up throwing some coins at the red head too.

“You gotcha” and with that he was gone

Now it was just you and Bakugo alone in the room. This wasn’t unusual as the pair had grown to get closer over the last year.

Silence was usually welcomed between the two but this one was uncomfortable

Y/n were staring at her friend,more so the stitches on his face. She had saw what had happened to him in the war and how he…

No she didn’t want to remember that it’s in the past now

“Are you going to say something or just continue staring at me like a weirdo?” Bakugo questions slightly feeling creeped out

“Oh sorry it’s just…how long do you need those stitches for? ,do they hurt, can you still wash your face , are you actually going to be able to keep quiet with-“ she’s cut off with a groan

“Jeez what with all the questions you sound just like my old hag” he says while turning away, irritated remembering how his mother was when she saw him.

She shrugs “just curious”

……..

“Wanna touch em” he asks glancing back at her

You’re surprised by his request but refuse quickly “no way I am not going to be the reason you start crying if they come off”

“What’re you so scared of? They won’t trust me”

You think,you do trust him but you still don’t want to hurt him so hesitantly you answer“fineee”

Y/n moves across the table to Bakugos side and stretches her arm out to his face to cup his cheek. She looks down to his face and notices a glint of something she can’t put her head around but she forgets this when she feels how soft his skin is. She makes a mental note to ask for his skincare routine later though she doubts he has one.

As she is still touching Bakugo suddenly pulls back with an “ow” grabbing his cheek in his hand with his head down.

Alarmed y/n pulls back and starts to panic “I’m so so sorry I didn’t mean to oh my gosh I knew this was a mistake-“

She cuts herself off as she sees Bakugo twitching in the corner of her eye. She furrows her eyebrows trying to see what’s wrong with him.

“Hey Bakugo please say something you’re scaring me”

Suddenly he bursts out laughing as if he’s been holding it back for years.Y/n feels like she might’ve popped a nerve ‘how dare he scare me like that’ she turns to knock him in the head but stops

“You should’ve see the look on your face it was priceless no way you fell for that” Bakugo says in between choked laughs with his eyes closed and a big smile (do you get the picture?) Y/n is struggling to find the funniness in the situation not because it’s not funny but because she feels as if she’s stuck in a trance, as if time stopped

‘I’ve always known he was good looking but now..he looks like the prettiest boy ive seen and my heart- what am I saying..’

She snaps out of her gaze, stands up and snaps at him for his ‘funny joke’ “you’re so stupid” and rushes out of the room only to be met with Kirishima.

“Woah where are you going in such a hurry”

“To my dorm!” she shouts out

“But I got your snacks” Kirishima says confused

With this she stops in her tracks and turns around to grab the food with a small thanks and hurries off again.

Kirishima only looks at Bakugo who only shrugs leaving him confused on what happened.

What the pair didn’t know a poor y/n was sitting against the door of her dorm hands in head questioning her feelings for a certain blonde boy.

A/n: this is probs ooc for bakugo but I’m a sucker for him being soft

[casedclosedbye]

Cuddle Therapy

Sam Wilson x Reader fluff oneshot

Wc: 1.9k

Summary: Sam Wilson is wasted asf

It’s a quiet Friday night, and you’re winding down after a long week when your phone buzzes. It’s a text from Sam Wilson: *"Can you come pick me up? I might have had too much fun."*

You sigh, knowing that Sam’s had a tough week with his responsibilities as both the Falcon and dealing with the pressure of the world’s expectations of him. You don’t think twice before grabbing your keys and heading out to pick him up, figuring a little company might help ease whatever stress he's carrying around.

When you pull up to the bar, you spot Sam stumbling out of the door. He’s clearly had a little too much to drink, his usually composed demeanor replaced by a tipsy, goofy grin. He’s almost swaying in place, trying to steady himself on the curb when you approach. As soon as he sees you, his face lights up, and he waves dramatically, slurring his words a little. "Hey, you came! I knew you'd rescue me, just like... like a superhero!" he says with a half-cocked grin, his arm lazily draping over your shoulder as he leans into you for support.

"Easy there, big guy," you laugh, steadying him as he gives you an exaggerated pout.

"I swear, I’m usually *so* smooth. But tonight..." He stumbles, but you catch him just in time, the tipsy giggles never quite leaving his lips. "I'm like… *definitely* not smooth tonight." He laughs again, clearly amused by his own clumsiness.

You help him into the car, where he continues his lighthearted banter. "You know, you really should’ve warned me about the hugs. I’m not usually this touchy, but I just feel… *so cozy* right now," he says, and before you can respond, he shifts slightly, sliding his hand onto your knee with a silly grin. "You’re like a personal heater. Is this what it’s like to have a bodyguard?"

You chuckle but keep your focus on the road as you drive him home. Sam, however, is practically melted into the passenger seat, head lolling from side to side as he hums some random tune under his breath.

"Okay, okay," he suddenly says, snapping his fingers as though he’s had a revelation. "You should definitely get a cape, too. You’d be the best superhero. Cuddles, rescues, and... uh... snacks. You’d be like, *Super Cozy Snuggle Person*."

You laugh, trying not to get distracted by his tipsy ramblings, but you can’t help but smile at how comfortable and at ease he is, despite everything he's going through.

When you finally get to your apartment, Sam is still being overly affectionate, practically clinging to you as you help him inside. He’s all smiles and slurred compliments, leaning his forehead against your shoulder. "I really like you, you know? Like… I always think you’re awesome, but tonight... I think you’re like... *super* awesome." He giggles, a little too loudly for the late hour.

You roll your eyes fondly, teasing him. "Yeah, I’m sure I’m *super* awesome right now with you draped over me like this."

But Sam doesn’t seem to mind. He’s far past the point of embarrassment, lost in the warmth of his tipsy affections. "You *are* super awesome. Don’t pretend you don’t like all this attention." He gives you a goofy grin before leaning in and nuzzling your neck. “I mean, how could you not? You’re like... my personal favorite human right now. You're basically my best friend... and my favorite pillow.”

You try to push him away with a laugh, but his grip is surprisingly strong for someone who’s barely able to stand straight. He pulls you into the couch, where he collapses, still holding onto you like a life raft. "Okay, okay. Enough teasing," he says, his voice slurring a little more. "Come on, come cuddle me. I need cuddles. I’m just… I’m just *really* feeling the cuddles tonight, okay?"

You roll your eyes, but give in, sitting down beside him. Sam immediately leans into you, his body warm and relaxed against yours. The banter continues, though now it’s mixed with little sleepy chuckles. His hand drifts onto your thigh, casually resting there as his head settles onto your shoulder. "You know," he mumbles, "you’re basically the best pillow in the world. Better than any other pillow. Like… you know, I *really* don’t like cuddling with people usually, but with you... it’s just right. So cozy. You feel like home, you know?"

You feel a flush rise to your cheeks at his words, but you try to keep it casual. "Yeah, sure, I’m just a big, soft pillow."

"Exactly," he says, voice full of contentment. "You’ve got the perfect vibe. Like, I feel like I could fall asleep forever if I’m with you. You’re like… like... the best form of therapy."

You smile to yourself, ruffling his hair affectionately as his breathing begins to slow down. He’s drifting off to sleep, still clinging to you with a surprising amount of force. "Night, Sam," you whisper, though you’re not entirely sure if he’s still awake.

His answer is a soft, slurred murmur, something like, “Goodnight, best pillow ever.” Then, silence.

You let him sleep on your shoulder, content to stay there for a while. Eventually, you drift off too, the soft, warm presence of Sam Wilson beside you making the night feel comfortable, safe, and unexpectedly intimate.

---

The Next Morning

The sun is just starting to filter in through the blinds when you wake up. Sam’s still lying next to you, but now he’s sprawled across the couch, looking as though he’s been in a deep sleep for hours. His arm is draped over your chest, and his head rests on your shoulder, his breathing slow and steady.

You stretch, trying to move without waking him, but the moment you shift, Sam’s grip tightens, pulling you closer with a soft groan. "Mmm, no. Stay... just a little longer," he mumbles sleepily, face buried in your shoulder.

You chuckle softly, glancing down at him. His hair’s a bit messy from sleeping, and there’s a slight pout on his face, still a little uncoordinated from last night’s drunken state. It’s endearing, and you can’t help but smile.

"Sam," you say softly, running your fingers through his hair. "You’re gonna be late for whatever you’ve got going on today."

He groans again, slowly blinking his eyes open. "Mmmm, too early. Let me just... stay here with you. I feel like I just need five more minutes."

You laugh. "Five more minutes? You said that last night too."

Sam blinks at you, looking mildly confused for a second before the memories of the previous night seem to hit him all at once. He sits up abruptly, eyes wide with embarrassment. "Wait, did I really—" His voice trails off, and his face turns red when he realizes what happened. “Oh, God. I... I was *that* drunk last night, huh?"

You smirk, nudging him lightly. "You were definitely *that* drunk, yes. But you were also super cuddly and affectionate."

He groans, flopping back onto the couch in embarrassment. “Great. Cuddle drunk Sam. Perfect.”

You laugh, and he glances at you, his eyes softening. "Thanks for... well, putting up with me. And for, you know... *being here.*"

You shrug nonchalantly. "It’s no big deal. You needed someone to make sure you didn’t end up trying to call a cab while still wasted. I’m happy to be your designated cuddle buddy."

He grins sheepishly, then nudges you with his shoulder. "Well, you’re damn good at it, I’ll give you that."

You both sit there for a while, the awkwardness starting to fade as the morning sun creeps higher. Sam finally pushes himself to his feet, stretching and yawning. "Alright, alright," he mutters. "I guess I should get moving. You sure I’m not going to get like... a repeat of last night if I stay too long?"

You give him a playful shove, laughing. "Get outta here, Wilson. But you can come back for round two any time. Just no more drunk cuddles."

Sam throws you a wink, clearly still a little tipsy but now more self-aware. "Deal. Just don't be surprised if I show up at your door for more therapy... soon." He gives you a lazy salute and heads for the door, leaving you with a smile on your face, wondering if this might be the start of something a little more than just late-night cuddles.

[lilygoofywritingcave]

Happy Valentine's Day !!!!

Oh, it seems a certain member in Slaughterhouse has sent you a letter, are you brave enough to open it?

Spoilers warning for character names

Misaki, the ever silly contract killer

"To Y/N, the chaos to my mayhem (or Whatever Romantic Crap I’m Supposed to Say),

Alright, so listen, uhh I was just planning on sending you a pic of a raccoon holding a heart and call it a day, BUT APPARENTLY that’s not “romantic” enough. Smh. So now I’m here, struggling to put actual words together instead of just sending you a keyboard smash and hoping you get the vibe.

So. Uh. Lily. You menace. Do you have ANY idea what you've done to me?? I’ll see something stupid n immediately think, “Oh, Y/N would laugh at this.” Like. That’s so weird. That’s EMBARRASSING. I save memes just to send you at 3AM, YOU are why Im having sleep deprivation (the good kind ofc). I would smile at my phone like an absolute idiot whenever your name pops up. It’s sick. You did this to me.

Also. Explain why you write me like I’m some cool badass when I’m just some gremlin with a knife and a rifle. Like. Hello??? Ma’am???? I do crimes, that's no news, but then you come along with your little fics n suddenly I feel like maybe, just maybe, I’m not just the sum of all the bad things I’ve done. I don’t know how to process that. Or you. You make my brain short-circuit without needing to doomscroll Tiktok.

ANYWAY. Point is, you’re mine now. No take-backs. Stuck with me forever, I will continue to be the most annoying gremlin in your life, sending you unhinged voice notes, and remind you every day that you matter. Because you do. A lot. (EW I HATE HOW SAPPY THAT SOUNDED MOVE ON PLS...)

...Okay, I think I’ve reached my emotional limit. I need to go set something on fire to balance this out. Or at least, like, flip a table.

Happy Valentine’s, silly.

Misaki Katsuo"

V, cold outside but cares more than you know

"To dear Y/N, Valentine’s Day seems to demand people to express affection for each other, something flowery and poetic. Although I consider traditions like that often exaggerated, but it felt unfair for you. So, I’ll keep this simple, for your sake.

You... matter to me, more than I would want to admit. You’ve become a part of my life in a way I didn’t expect, it is frankly troublesome how often my thoughts wander to you. And despite my usual preference for order, I don’t mind the chaos you bring. In fact… I think I’d miss it if it were gone.

I could compose some poetical metaphor, comparing you to the moon, the stars, or whatever romantic nonsense one is expected to write in a letter such as this, but I won’t waste your time.

Just know that if you ever need me, whether for something important or as simple as spending time together, you have only to say the word and I'll always be there.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N.

"Valentin Viljoen"

Angel, sweet and dangerous like a rose

To My Love, Happy Valentine’s Day.

I know, I know, cheesy, cliché, overhyped day… but I don’t care. Today is just another excuse for me to remind you how much you mean to me, and I’ll take it.

You, you are the one thing in my life that feels real, no cameras, no flashing lights, no expectations to be perfect. Just us, and I need that more than I ever realized.

I’m not easy to love, am I? Always getting caught up in my work, in my image, in making sure everything and everyone is okay… but you? You remind me that I’m more than what people see. That I’m allowed to breathe, to be a little selfish, to take up space in someone's life without feeling guilty.

You make me feel like I’m enough. And I don’t know if I’ve ever felt that before.

So, for today, no, for always, I want you to know that I love you. In the quiet moments, in the chaos, in every way I know how. I love you when I get overwhelmed and you remind me to rest. I love you when you make me laugh so hard I forget whatever stress was eating at me. I love you when you’re just, you.

I don’t say it enough, but thank you, for seeing me, for staying, for being the best thing to ever happen to me.

Now, let’s turn off our phones, ignore the world for a while, and just be together. That’s all I really want.

Your Angel,

Maria de la Rosa

And lastly, the devil himself, Ronin

to my dearest darlin’ Y/N,

there’s always a certain rhythm to a heartbeat. steady, but unique for everyone. funny little thing, really. you press your fingers just right, and there it is: life, thumpin’ away under the fragile skin. but oh, how delicate it is. how easy it Is to destroy

. tell me darlin', have you ever wonder, what it takes to keep that aorta singin’? how much someone’s got Left in ‘em before rotting away? or how love can sink its teeth in deep, turning even the purest souls dark, twisting the light ‘til it don’t shine the same no more?

ironic, ain't it? how even the worst of ‘em, either gutted or broken, still has a heart. just like yours, still beating, lively as ever, a reminder that you’re here and you’re real. that you’re eVerythin’, my everything.

and isn't that a beautiful thing? to havE you readin’ this, seeing the devil puttin' his feelings into words. there ain't no poetrY sweet enough, no god powerful enough to take it away.

Over and over, i think about you, about the way you laugh, the way you exist. about how this world feels a little less, rotten with you in it. Understand this, darlin', you got me by your side. for as long as that pretty little heart of yours beats, you and i will face whatever this shitty world throws at us, together.

Don't ever forget that. And don’t think for a second i’d ever let you go. Remember this and Listen close. It's always been you and you only. Nothing will ever change that.

happy valentine’s, darlin’.

—r. beaufort

(P/S: you know how i play, let's get that pretty brain to work)

[dfstolenart]

Out of Love | Criminal Minds

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Summary: All the late nights, missed phone calls and canceled dates finally caught up to you and Spencer.

A/N: Love this song so why not write a fic about it?? Hope you loved it <333

Tags: Sad Spencer and a bit of shouting <-[warnings]

11:30 p.m the clock read

Two hours and thirty minutes was the amount of time your fiancé had been late, and two hours and thirty minutes was the time he took to not leave a message

“Hey” a low exhausted voice said from your front door already knowing who it was you kept your eyes on the tv “hi” you quietly said

You watched the tired man make his way towards you lowering his body to leave a kiss on your forehead “Long case?” You questioned “yeah.” His answer was short but there were traces of guilt in his tone but there always was so it wasn’t new to you

He threw his body on the empty space next you making sure not to intrude to much on your space, before though he wouldn’t care after a long day of work you were all he wanted, all he needed.

“ I won’t tell you I’m lonely Cause it may be selfish ”

What had changed?

“I saved you dinner.” You told him after a long period of silence he exhaled “thank you.” But he didn’t move

You turned off the tv and turned to look at him “Spencer.” You whispered he looked at you “are we okay?” You asked he furrowed his eyebrows “why wouldn’t we be?”

You swallowed feeling nervous “everything feels different.” You admit to him “It has been for months now.” You look away scared to see his reaction

“I know I’ve been working a lot-”

“No it’s not just that” you cut him off “you’ve been different, we’ve been different.” You say as you bit the inside of your cheek

He stayed silent but you knew he was only thinking of what to say, you felt like you can see the gears running in his head trying to figure out what to say

It was silly because he was so quick to find answers for murders or give anyone a fact but for you he couldn’t think of anything not right now

“I don’t want to loose you.” Is all he said, he knew where this conversation was going “I don’t want to loose you either.” You admit “but I don’t know what else I can do for you.”

“What do you mean? I’m right here.” He said with a bit of frustration in his tone, you shook your head disagreeing with him “No you aren’t.”

“You’re in different cities, police stations, at your desk. Everywhere but here.” You tell him as the tears finally left your eyes

Silence filled the room again, he couldn’t even comfort you properly

“I’m sorry.” He said reaching for your hand but not out of love more out of habit “what are we going to do?” You ask “I don’t know” he confessed

“ I won’t ask you to hold me ‘cause that won’t mend what’s helpless ”

For once he didn’t know what to do

You wished he did, you wished he just all of the sudden had a break through as to what it is you guys needed to fix your relationship but he his only human and so are you.

You couldn’t beg him to change, and he couldn’t wake up a different man.

Spencer had tears running down his cheeks so badly you wanted to wipe them away but he felt foreign to you, like his body wasn’t yours anymore

“I think we both know what’s happened.” You say looking down at your fingers intertwined “what’s that?” He asks

“We aren’t us anymore, we’ve outgrown each other. You will always put work first and I am not okay with that.” You tell him as you wipe your tears

“Don’t say that. It’s not true.” He replied taking his hand from you, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes you moved your body to face him

“Then what? If it’s not work then what is it? Is it just you? Did you outgrow me?” You harshly ask getting angry, his silence was loud.

And it also gave you an answer

Maybe you just so badly wanted it to be his job making you guys pull away from each other but could it have just been him not in love with you anymore ?

“ Oh, when did you fall out of love with me? ”

[yelenasdiary]

Cheesy valentine surprise Idea for Yelena?

Basically that high school surprise with all the 'supportive friends' holding balloons and placards with 'will you be my valentine date?' but the guys are holding off and try not to laugh as they see the confused look on R's face because what she see instead is 'can I share my mac and cheese with you'? And Yelena is holding a ready to cook mac and cheese box instead of chocolates and bouquet 😭 (Because yknow she loves mac and cheese and R is the second thing she likes so maybe she wanted to be cute and quirky with asking R for a date' 😉😉😜)

Welp. This is a silly Idea from me I guess. I hope you liked this lolol.

Very Cheesy, Yelena

Pairing: Yelena Belova x GN! Reader

Summary: Yelena gets creative and asks you to be her valentine.

Fluff 

Warnings: None, if I missed any, please let me know! | 1.1K

AC: Thank you for sending this! I LOVED this idea so much!!! I hope you enjoy! x

Cupid’s Dream Masterlist 2025

Yelena had been planning this for weeks, with the help of some friends, of course! Kate, Nat, Wanda, Peter and MJ were her little team for her little project. She’d been crushing on you for months, waiting for the perfect time to ask you. She wanted to do something special and fun, something that you would never see coming.

As she made sure everything was ready, you sat at your desk, going on mission reports. Typing away at your laptop, you weren’t bothered by the whispering chatter outside your bedroom door. Your mind focused on typing up the events that took place on your last mission. A soft knock caught your attention as you looked over your shoulder, “come in” you said kindly. A nervous Yelena opened the door, she smiled softly at you. 

“Mission reports?” She asked. 

“Yep” you lightly sighed, “got a few backed up” you added.

“Maybe you should take a break” Yelena suggested, her Russian accent still as thick as the day you met her. “Get some fresh air, have a snack” she added.

You took a moment to think about it, remembering that you were in fact starting to feel hungry and that you had been at your desk for a few hours. “You’re right” You smiled softly. “I need a small break”.

Yelena smiled, trying her best to hide her nerves that mixed with her excitement as you spun around on your chair. “Did you need something?” You asked. The blonde shook her head, “no, just wanted to see what you were doing” she said. You slightly squinted your eyes, “right, you’re being weird again” you replied. 

“Weird? How so?” Yelena asked with a raised brow. 

“I can’t put my finger on it, you’ve just been, weird lately” you chuckled, leaning back in your chair. “More jittery than usual. Oh! And you keep staring at me” you added. 

Yelena’s heart skipped a beat, “I do not stare!” She protested, her voice a little too high-pitched. You chuckled again, “Okay, okay, you don’t stare. You just observe, intently”.

Yelena took a deep breath, noticing her change in heart rate, “nothing is up, I simply enjoy your presence and like to make sure you are looking after yourself” she stated, trying to sound casual. 

“You’re a great friend, Lena, thank you” you smiled softly, pushing yourself off up from your chair. 

“Okay, there might be something but close your eyes” Yelena instructed. 

“Close my eyes?” You asked with a hint of curiosity in your eyes.

“Just trust me” Yelena pleaded, “it’s nothing bad” she added.

You hesitated for a moment, studying her face but saw nothing to give you any hint of her intentions, you shrugged and smiled softly as you closed your eyes. “Alright, I’m trusting you Belova! This better not involve spiders or anything wild!” 

Yelena chuckled, “no spiders, I promise.” She gently took your hand, leading you outside, softly telling you if any steps in your path were. You squeezed her hand, making her smile softly as she opened the door. “Okay, don’t open them until I saw, I mean it” she said softly but playfully stern. 

She looked to those in front of her, holding a sign each. Nat rolled her eyes with a shake of her head while the others were just as excited to see your reaction as Yelena was. The blonde took a few steps away from you, standing slightly beside Kate who held the first sign.

“Yelena, what are you doing? Why are we outside?” You asked, curious to what was happening.

“Okay, you can open your eyes” she said, her voice slightly trembling. 

You slowly opened them, gasping as your eyes adjusted to the natural light, reading the big bold letters in front of you. Kate smiled widely, Peter standing next to her, then MJ then Nat who couldn’t believe just how cheesy her sister was. Each one of them held a large sign, Kate’s read “Can I”, Peter’s read “Share”, MJ’s read “My Mac &” and Natasha’s with a hint of amusement on her face finished the sentence with “Cheese with You?”. 

Yelena stepped forward, holding a box of Kraft’s famous Mac & Cheese like a trophy. “So” she said, her thick accent clear, “can I share my mac and cheese with you? And don’t worry, you don’t have to have hot sauce on it if you don’t want too!”.

You were speechless, reading the signs once more. Peter’s muffled cough broke the thick layer of silence in the air as Yelena held her breath, her entire being focused on your reaction. You turned to Yelena, “are you serious?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Yelena nodded, her heart pounding in her chest, “very, very serious”

“Yeah! Yelena doesn’t just share her mac n cheese with anybody!” Kate inserted, “ask Peter!” She added. 

“I’d rather not talk about that” Peter replied.

You stepped forward, closing the distance between you and Yelena, a soft smile on your lips. “You know how cheesy this is, right? Even for you” you asked, looking into her green eyes. She nodded, “you like cheesy though, from all those movies you watch” she replied, a hint of doubt in her voice, still waiting for your answer. 

“Oh, so you have been a little weird recently?” You chuckled, “I’d love to share you mac n cheese with you” you added with a smile. Yelena let out a shaky breath, a wave of relief washing over her as she heard the words come out of your lips.

“You know, this has got to be the weirdest, yet most sweetest thing anybody has ever done for me” you murmured. 

Yelena chuckled, “I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t see it coming, hence why I got some help”. 

“Ha!” Natasha looked over to her sister, “you owe me 20 bucks” she said. 

“Wait, you’re getting paid?” Kate looked to Natasha with a light frown. 

Yelena turned her back to Kate, “we should probably go now” she said looking at you, making you laugh as Kate argued. “You got the hot sauce?” You asked. Yelena nodded, “of course, it’s the best part” she replied. 

“Yelena! Don’t you walk away!! We want money too!” Kate called as you and Yelena wandered back inside, her calls soon becoming muffled as you and Yelena entered the kitchen. “You know Kate is going to hold you to that 20 bucks, right?” You chuckled. 

“Probably. But I’m busy now” she replied, ripping open the boxed mac and cheese, “take a seat, I’m going to give the entire mac n cheese experience” she added.

You smiled softly, taking a seat at the counter, watching as Yelena moved around the kitchen making her favorite dish. “This definitely was a surprise valentines, you did great Yelena” you smiled once more. 

“I know” she replied proudly.

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[thetinycurly]

[Sigh]

Okay, how about this? Think of it like a mirror.

Mirrors show us more than just our reflections; they reveal how we perceive ourselves and the world around us. But have you ever wondered what happens to that same reflection when it’s not being looked at?

That is me, and I still exist even when you are not aware of my presence. We also have a problem though… which happens when we stare at each other for too long.

After several minutes of staring into the mirror, you might begin to feel like you’re looking at someone else entirely, or that your reflection has a mind of its own. You might notice your face starting to distort or even parts of it seemingly disappearing. That’s because the brain tries to fill the gaps with mild hallucinations and unsettling tricks.

That’s the danger of me directly talking to you, as opposed to the regular silent influence I have.

You might start seeing some of my features becoming less prominent, as if I were melting and changing shapes. That my mouth moves when yours isn’t. That I look like a stranger altogether, or worse… like a monster.

There’s always the possibility of getting an eerie feeling when seeing something unexpected in the mirror, as it can trigger a mild “fight-or-flight” response, heightening your anxiety and causing further distortions.

We definitely don’t want that, so I try to keep my interactions as few as possible.

…

It does get boring in here though.

But drumroll please…!

That’s where my crew makes a grandiose entrance.

Essentially, they’re just a product of your maladaptive daydreaming, hah. In case you don’t know what that means either; it’s part of our good old pal the disassociation, in other words, you’ve been coping with them all along.

Whomp whomp…

…

Sorry— ANYWAYS— Ahem!

It’s like when you get bored and make up silly scenarios, yeah? Apply that to people and boom! The inception of our tiny silly crew is set in motion.

I hope this time I did manage to clear things up.

It’s hard enough as is.

…Is this thing on?

— @thetinycurly

This is so strange.

Hello, tiny me. How are you doing? On your tiny spaceship with your tiny crew?

[avengers-rule103]

[andro-dino]

a very eloquent breakdown on my thoughts and feelings about various icebound dynamics I think about a lot bc I love them and I miss them and if I keep these in my head for too long I will blow up:

this one I think is pretty simple. the whole party genuinely means everything to me they r THE family every and make me sob and cry and throw up constantly with how much I love them.

when it comes to ships, I DO NOT FUCK AROUND ABOUT SKRAISY AND JORQUEEN they r seriously everything to me, and then for barnabos skrimm and taishen, I just think they’re silly. all of them have their own moments together at separate parts that I came to each of these conclusions separately.

For a more in depth breakdown of those bc I really like them actually:

Barnabos and skrimm are pretty self explanatory I think. Those two are incredibly endearing together, both in the sillier moments but also just work together really well as a serious relationship and their dynamic is just so so good

Barnabos and Taishen are like, tooth-rottingly cute and I think it’s a crime that they aren’t more popular as a ship. I think barnabos’ maturity and protectiveness combined with taishen’s naivety and sweetness just make for a really cute dynamic and their duo moments together make me smile every time without fail

Skrimm and Taishen are like, the least serious one I have of the three. there is obviously the whole “pumped up” bit that was actually like insane, but they’ve had a couple moments throughout pretty much the whole series that have just made me have my eye on them for a while. I do not know how functional they would actually be together but I like to think that they both at the very least acknowledge that they find the other attractive and refuse to think about it any harder for both of their own sakes

Do not ask me how many times the term “queenie and skrimm/taishen bestieism” has come up in my priv livetweets of icebound (the answer is a lot). seriously like queenie’s friendships with both of them r everything to me they are just so insanely endearing. I like how skrimm and queenie absolutely bring out the worst (best) in each other and are just absolute rapscallions together every time, and I just like queenie and Taishen!!! like I don’t have the full words to put to their dynamic but I love them and I love that they r best friends and love and support each other always I LOVE THEM!!!!

These guys also mean everything to me. Queenie and her boyfriend and her best friend!!! That timestamp is a clip that just shows off the absolute silliness of these three together. I am so obsessed with jornir’s obvious favoritism for queenie and just how much he loves and cares about her and trusts in her and her abilities but is so insanely concerned for her safety and prioritizes it above all else, meanwhile emphasizing how incredibly much he does NOT trust in skrimm or his abilities and how he is there only to help queenie and nothing else. it’s genuinely really hilarious and I love them sm. Jornir and skrimm in general are just really hilarious but when you juxtapose it with jorqueen it’s just that infinitely better. I think also queenie and skrimm’s aforementioned duo dynamic and how insanely silly they are with each other, combined with jornir’s jornirness is also just such a funny dynamic and I love it very much

I dont really know how to elaborate on how much I love them together like you either get it or you don’t. Queenie and her boyfriend and her best friend part 2!!! They r such a comfort trio for me just bc I really like the idea of them all bluetooth syncing to each other and just understanding each other and communicating really well. Also this came to me last night but yk that one tiktok that’s like “‘doesn’t matter what you think, a different gender best friend is a red flag’? I’m sorry Emily, we can’t be friends anymore. and tell your boyfriend I fuckin hate him too”. that’s them to me. (Side note I cannot find this tiktok fucking ANYWHERE now??? it existed at one point I swear)

yeag. that about sums it up I think. queenie’s protective instincts for everyone around her all the time in general make me sob but when it comes to her and Daisy I am genuinely gonna blow up a building about it I love them so much. the way she so instantly jumps to take care of her after honey’s passing and how insanely protective she is over her and is constantly looking out for her I’m just like ooughhhhhhhhh my god. they make me sob I love them dearly

these could’ve been separate images but i didn’t feel like making more separate images lmao

Jornir and barnabos as a duo are really great I love remembering that these guys are like actually awesome and really cool like genuinely. Both of them have different qualities to them that make them so good when they step up into leadership positions for the party and I just think they’re both absolute fucking badasses when they really wanna be and I love when they come together and maximize their joint slay it’s really great.

When it comes to both of them with Daisy, I have the same feeling about it which is oughhhhhhhh my god I love them. Again both of them being some of the coolest and most mature members of the party when they really wanna be really comes out with both of their individual dynamics with Daisy and I just really love how they both take up such a protective and supportive role with her. They r so. I dare say fatherly. I just oughhh I love them I love them lots.

[moowithmidnight]

Unfriendly, very pointed reminder that people are allowed to mourn the total lack of Agathario backstory in the final episodes.

The people upset about it aren’t idiots- I’m very aware the work that must’ve gone into convincing Marvel to let Agatha have a canon, explicit, visible female love interest.

Seeing this woman-led, blatantly queer show exist where the main characters are queer and that’s simply accepted without conversation? It’s made me cry- genuinely- because it something that didn’t need to happen for the story to make sense, but still did.

Agatha being a canon LESBIAN is giant for us too- it’s always easier to convince networks to give us sapphic characters if it’s reasonable they’ll end up with men. There was never a chance in hell Agatha would- now for two reasons.

This is an undeniably huge win, and I adore this show for that (along with many, many other reasons).

But I’m also disappointed that we never got to see the positive half of the history that was clearly so integral to how Agatha and Rio interacted with each other. They had something much less complex once and I’m frustrated they basically told us this and then gave nothing.

People are allowed to criticize a show they love, whether it’s “valid” or not- and they’re allowed to feel disappointment while also acknowledging that all of this was an incredibly huge step.