#fuck i could go on sksksksksks

[thehappiestgolucky]

Look I'll admit I'm not well versed with Monster Hunter. But I do know that cat people make godly looking food and I feel like Hornet and Leon will appreciate that. (especially after leons been roughing It in the wilderness for a while)

THE FELYNE CHEFS!! FELYNE CHEFS MY FUCKING BELOVED

They’re a staple in the Monster Hunter games because, fun fact, those meals are a mechanic! They provide a boost to the hunter before a hunt - example extended health, stamina, more defense, or skills that can stop them from wasting a faint once! It’s a really fun and in world mechanic that doesn’t take away from the game and promotes preparing before a hunt. There has been so many times my arse was saved because I got the right food buffs for the right situation.

Unfortunately, Monster Hunter Stories being a spin off (and a real good one at that) follows more of the traditional RPG levelling and buff structure, so these glorious meals aren’t a mechanic in game and so - no in game felyne chef. BUT that doesn’t mean there aren’t - especially in the hunters town because it’s… a hunters town.

ANYWAY, yes I love these chefs, their food looks glorious and they’re all fun characters too. I’m the pickiest eater alive and yet I’d eat their food in a heartbeat, hell I’m getting hungry even looking at the images. The first one is called Grammeowster Chef and I love her with all my heart she’s just an old granny and her food looks so so so fucking good-

They’re wonderful and I love them and to bring it round to the blorbo run - yes my god Leon and Hornet deserve to have one of their meals. Poor Leon is being dragged through the bush to try and survive for a while and Hornet - when was the last time that girl HAD such a lavish meal? She’s been running on scrap survival mode. I think she wouldn’t even know where to START eating-

I’m keeping this under keep reading because I don’t wanna hijack the ask but sksksk genuinely this is my favourite game franchise ever and I cannot recommend trying the free Stories 2 demo enough. If you’re a fan of Pokemon and can handle the camera and flashiness of the game it’s - it’s so fucking good. It’s what I want Pokemon to be at. No i’m not blatantly promoting it aha 👀💦

[auraticmaniac]

-𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢-

Hawks thirst.

imagine Keigo taking advantage of your drunken state during new years eve and pulling you inside someone’s room (potentially Touya’s) as the sound of people cheering from the distance couldn’t hear your screams.

TW: Non-Con, Hawks taking advantage of drunk reader, and slight delusional thinking

“Happy new year, baby~” His cock stuffed deep inside your tight hole, the tip breaching your cervix as he continues to effortlessly pound into your wet pussy. His wings fluttering in excitement, “This is the perfect day to knock you up, get this tum-tum all filled up with my chicks.” You couldn’t even give him a proper reply; your repeated hits doesn’t make him flinch, it’s adorable~

“How bout’ I cum once the count down is finished? Isn’t that romantic? Aren’t I a generous man, I’m giving you the advantage of not getting pregnant this year.” He chuckled, his hand fondling your right breast in which you desperately try to pull away but failed.

"Mmmhmm, good idea?" His dark piercing eyes stares down at your pitiful form; expecting a reply. Sadly, you could only speak incoherent words, you're too drunk and fucked out to even form a proper conversation. Keigo didn't need to understand what you were saying, he knew you never wanted this and he knew that this was wrong, oh so very wrong. But fuck, he couldn't tap out even if he wanted to, not with your pussy clenching so tightly on his fat cock. "I'll take that as a yes." Calloused hands moved down to your plump hips, grabbing both your sides to keep your body from falling and to move you however he pleased.

"Ten..." He thrusts up, making your belly bulge; a low chuckle escapes from the man as he feels you squirm in discomfort, "Mmmm, fuck. Keep moving for me, sweetie~" He chirped, his rough hands bruising both of your sides. "Nine." He pulls out making a wet popping noise, you tried to make a run for it but his bruising grip wouldn't let you go. "Sweetie, the more you try to run away from me," He forcefully pulls you back, "the rougher I get." He positions his cock right at your entrance and slides it back in without any effort, "Ahhh now, where were we? Eight was it?" You shook your head repeatedly, tears falling down on your face as you try to pull away from his cock that's perfectly snugged into your inside.

"Six, fuck baby you're squeezing me."

"Five, gods you're such a dirty slut."

"Four, ahahaha, no no no noooo." He tightens his strong grip to keep you from moving, "I know you're about to bust babycakes and I'm not going to let you walk out unsatisfied."

Stop, hammer time.

Holy fuck, THIS SHIT WAS IN MY DRAFTS SKSKSKSKSK

[columbiastapshoes]

hello twin peaks fandom. i just finished the og 2 seasons and for the later half of season 2 i put live reactions in my notes app. here are the highlights <3 (lmk if u want the full version it’s so much longer)

‼️spoiler warning‼️ ALSO if you read me saying ‘evil cooper’ i am talking about windom earle. i did not know there would be a literal evil cooper. at the end of the reactions ‘evil cooper #2’ is referring to cooper’s doppelgänger <3 also also!! the double return means it’s a new collection of notes that i wrote down in the same moment if that makes sense? i wanted to do screenshots instead of the actual text but alas i can only upload ten </3

- "psychological evaluation" he already has an autism diagnosis leave bro alone

- ok hang on. if josie dies and harry couldn't protect her. then. parallels with caroline dying and cooper couldn't protect her. Hm :3 (update! david lynch the man that you are.)

- "what is the greatest gift one human being can give to another?" and bobby and i make the same 🤨 face

- weasel. right. yes. i am following this conversation

- sksksksksk save the weasels

- sorry

- im really sorry

- this is the worst possible person to be helping rn. unfortunately he is incredibly smart.

- earle is dale if he used his autism for evil

- i certainly hate you james fwiw!!

- you guys have started over again like 30473938 times stop it

- "please come home with me" "actually you should go" GUYS

- done with y'all where are the queers

- cooper appears from a bush and goes "you never loved her anywayyyyy"

- christ this is rough where are my boys

- MY BOYS??? oh no it's you :/

- haha you're not gonna tell him right

- ohhhh dear :3

- im going to kms :3

- hello bri ish man would you like a bo'ol of wo'uh

- chess? great! sheriff to fbi agent. they kiss. they both win

- "have someone keep an eye on him" CUDDLE WIFH HIM COWARD HE CLEARLY NEEDS YOU. YOU ARE THE FIRST AND ONLY PERSON TO CALM HIM DOWN AND ALLOW HIM TO CRY INSTEAD OF YELL. WHAT THENFUCK DALE COOPER DO U REALIZE HOW MUCH HE LOVES U. sigh

- I DONT CARE ABOUT THE FUCKING WEASELS THIS IS SO FUCKING. RGH

- no way they have roblox dress to impress in twin peaks

- OH NO HE EVIL WHITTLES HES LIFERALLY RVIL COOPER

- i wanna kiss this sad sad man very desperately

- break it with a hammer ??? dumdum

- WOWEEBOB !! !!

- "not all men" ur right pete martell would never

- my boys have not been together as much and it's making me STBERE THEY ARE WITH A HOMOSEXUAL ARM AROUND THE SHOULDER

- oh there's a bomb! ok!

- HARRY HAS A GRANDPA SWEATERRRRR I LOVE HIMMM

- they touched hands they wanna make out sooooo bad

- the bomb can wait you guys are in love

- cooper so preeeeetttyyyyyy :333

- andy i love you very dearly

- i love how harry is so gentle and kind and patient with lucy and then he's like ANDY SHUT THE FUCK UP

- girls night (cooper interrogating audrey donna and shelly)

- wow thats comforting if i was told this i would burst into tears or flames

- i love it when cooper is in front of a whiteboard

- "for instance?" i KNEW thats how u would approach dirty talk u fancy motherfucker

- THEY ARE NOT MAKING EYE CONTACT IN AN IMPORTANT CONVERSATION. AUTISM.

- why is bro goth what happened

- evil cooper you need to either do normal foundation or all white WHY ARE HIS TEETH BLAAACK

- bro is NOT siouxsie 😭😭😭

- yeah no shit. is this. news. i knew this before u fbi fuckers did

- URETHRA! ☝️

- you could KISS him? okay evil cooper..

- finished my brownie. crave death

- who is bro talking to

- oh leo hi leo

- it hasn't panned to leo yet i think he's like dead and they'll reveal it in a sec

- oh nom worse than dead ow ow ow ow

- OW OW OW OW OWWWWIEEEEEE

- WHERE DID HE FIND THE TARANTULAS

- dw leo i can take them home. they are my friends

- giggling a lil. about. cooper.

- BY HEAVENS oh my god

- i'm still giggling about cooper but it has turned from "i want him" giggling to "BY HEAVENS!!" giggling

- ok sorry what's the issue i got distracted

- sorry had to rewind two more times BY HEAVENS is taking me out

- i always said this show needed a dance sequence (i never said that)

- jeez u guys suck not u lucy ur eating

- I ALWAYS SAID TWIN PEAKS NEEDED A KICKLINE AND TOP HATS (i never said that)

- closeup on harry's face pls don't i need GRAND THEFT AUTO.

- sorry pete just said grand theft auto.

- can my cats stop beefing i have a show to watch

- WHERE ARE HER DRAPE RUNNERS!!!!

- you don't fucking say things got out of hand Michael.

- most useless side plot i do not care

- CAN MY CATS STOP BEEEEFINGGG

- HOLY SHIT ITS EVIL COOPER TO ME AND EVIL COOPER LITERALLY!!!!!

- how is he not crying and screaming in a fetal position that would be my plan

- why is evil cooper #2 kinda.

- why do i lowkey want evil cooper #2

- TBIS FUCKING KID WITH THE FLASHLIGHT

- bobs camera angle looks like a ring doorbell

thank you!

[daydream-the-demon]

So recently I've been drinking out of a Starbucks cup.

Now I have a headcanon where Vox does the most hot girl shit ever like carries Starbucks every day Velvette gets him. He takes photos in the bathroom in front of the mirror posing like every TikTok girl. He does face masks every night (like the classic one with cucumbers on his eyes) and uses the most expensive shit he could find along with champagne in hand saying "I'm busy." "VOX!" "I SAID I'M BUSY, WHAT PART OF THAT DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?"

I'd imagine he was also once a Visco girl going "Sksksksksk" and "And I oop" with a Hydroflask in hand. He'd wear friendship bracelets and puka shells with a scrunchie around one of his wrists he probably stole from Velvette. "SAVE THE FUCKING TURTLES!"

He DEFINITELY went through an emo phase. He is EXACTLY the type of person you'd meet and later find out they were once emo. Like SERIOUSLY? HE IS EXACTLY THAT.

[tbhimnoteasyonmyself]

9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know You Better

First of all, thank you Mickey (@thisautistic) for tagging me <3. Super thrilled that you thought of me for this!!

Now...

3 Ships You Like

1. Kimchay (Kinnporsche)

My babies. I want to protect them both. They're precious and perfect to be put in situations. A force strong enough to have me cooking a longfic after years of not writing a single one. Do I need to same more?? Absolutely obsessed 💜💜💜.

2. Pangwave (The Gifted)

Obligatory mention to my special little ADHD x Autism duo. Don't even argue that they're not canon, if you think that it's bc you missed very significant subtext, I suggest you rewatch this series. Pls and thank you. I will NOT take any criticism.

3. Sandray (Only Friends)

I knew from their 1st sex scene that I was down bad but their trailer sex scene just completely rewired my brain. Is their dynamic fucked up? Yes. Will they hurt each other along the way? Absolutely. But they're on their path to something better and I believe in them. Bc if Ray is deserving of love even after everything that went down then so are all of us. And there's that.

First Ship Ever

Larry Stylinson! (from One Direction)

Straight back from when I was 13, going strong! kskskskssksk I'm not so much there actively in the fandom anymore, but know that I'm there in spirit. sksksksksks Could never abandon the reason for so much change in my life! Good memories!!

Last Song Heard

Nooit Meer Spijt by S10

It's such a good song! I'm not Dutch or Dutch-adjacent but I was introduced to S10 by a friend of mine who's Belgian and I fell in love with her music ever since!

Favorite Childhood Book

A Fada Oriana (The Fairy Oriana) by Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen.

It's about a fairy named Oriana that has to take care of a forest but one day, while looking at the river, meets a fish who talks her into neglecting the forest, which causes a lot of trouble. Then, Oriana, has to learn how to repair the damage she made.

It's a book about responsibility, consequeses, the importance of individual action and learning from one's mistakes.

Currently Reading

Património Cultural: Realidade Viva (Cultural Patrimony: Live Reality) by Guilherme d'Oliveira Martins.

It's a book about the preservation of patrimony in Portugal under the context of belonging in the European Union in the 21st century.

It's not a very interesting book nor scientific, just a summary of Portuguese and European laws for people who don't wanna read the laws (?). I wouldn't read it on my own but it's a mandatory read for one of my classes in my Master's so I gotta ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Currently Watching

23.5

I didn't know if I was going to but since GMM seems to be finally trying out more for the GLs, I feel like I need to show my support in this direction so I made the moral choice of watching as it airs to make it clear to them the audience for this is here and we want more of it!

So far ep.1 was super cliché and silly but I liked it a lot!! I want all the clichés for the girls too! Tired of seeing queer women suffer and die on screen...

2. 3 Will Be Free

It had been sitting on my watchlist for a while but I never gotten around to it for some reason... Nevertheless, my latest Wheel Decide™ for what to watch next landed on it, so... I'm watching it now!

2 episodes in only but I'm loving it a lot!! The plot's super interesting so far, really like the way they're going about it. Let's see where it goes!!

Currently Consuming

I'm gonna opt to mention the game I'm currently playing (besides Bloons TD 6, but I'm always playing Bloons, so... not news), which is Heaven's Vault by Inkle!

It's an extremely niche game, focused on figuring out an ancient language and, with it, the history of the world it's set in. It envolves robots, space travelling, discussions on xenophobia and religious intolerence and a lot more. I haven't finished yet but I'm loving the experience so far!

I understand it's not for everyone but I'm loving it!! <3 (not a Mickey D's reference, fuck Mickey D's)

Currently Craving

You know, I could go with bibimbap bc I really want some rn but I'm gonna go a bit deeper and say: after the terribleness of my last 2 relationships, all I really want is one that's not enirely chatastrophic. kskssksksksk That'd be pretty neat. kssksksk

So yeah... This was a lot of fun, actually!! I love to share stuff about media I like!!

Tagging @jukain4216 @lost-my-sanity1 @anthrotmnt @shannankle @defomin @aiyui @fiddlepickdouglas @tinysandwichstudent @sicknsadsicknrad @itsamzz28 @whomanist and any other of my lovely moots that hasn't directly been tagged but comes accross this <3.

All the love! 💜💜💜

[spacedoutman]

Never too young to die | Oc X Velvet von Ragnar (Part 2)

Qwerty lang brainrot ):(

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sksksksksks

Warnings: Violence and some pretty gorey implications

BOOM!!! Metal spiraled through the air, followed by flames that dyed the sky red. Trees crashed together hard enough to fall like dominoes. Everything flashed white. There wasn’t a thought in Leni’s head the searing ringing could drown out. Boiling air combed over, flooding behind the flimsy wall the agents were practically pasted against.

Leni crouched a bit more, easing the bramble out of her way.

“Count it as a success, Stargrove.” She faltered, probably slurring like a drunken donkey. It wasn’t like she could hear.

She glared at the warehouse door like a hawk. That wasn’t even close to what it was anymore, at least. The ringing faded. Her heart slowed like it flew down a roller coaster. “Great.” Drew crackled over the ear piece. “How’s it looking now?” Leni stared into the larger-than-life crater in the wall which acted as a doorway to a pitch black void.

“I don’t hear anything.” She raised her trembling hand to her ear. “Keep your distance, Drew.”

“Right. Give the signal when you’re ready, everyone’s waiting on you. Stargrove out.”

She flicked off the device, taking one slow breath after the other and turning back to the agents behind her. Their camo uniforms blended in with the dead bushes poking them, each clutching their guns like life support. Sweat barreled down Leni’s face. Their quiet breaths broke the otherwise dead silence. Leni straightened her sleeves.

“Athanasiou, stay down.” She said in a low voice. “We..” The ground rumbled like it would cave in at any minute. “Nevermind that. Stay as low as a crushed bug.”

Dennis nodded quickly, wrapping his bag in his arms like a baby. She turned back to the door, getting down a little more. She held her rifle close to her chest, fiddling with the trigger. Her ribs caged her lungs. Her heart thudded in her throat. She swallowed hard, relaxing her shoulders even though that dark cloud of dread loomed thick overhead.

The warehouse coughed up muffled whistles. Leni balanced the rifle on her leg and stuck one hand in her pocket, fumbling around. She furrowed her brows a bit. The bramble crackled as the other agents positioned themselves. The ground trembled hard enough to topple them all in one go. Leni snatched her rifle. The sun beat like they were in hell—speaking of, the ‘mouth of the cave’ poorly glowed.

Those whistles boomed into whooping and hollering so loud it should’ve collapsed the warehouse. ‘One, two, three.. one, two, three.. one, two’ Leni counted in her head over and over. Before she could count to ten (if she was even going to), a sea of hammers, torches, machetes, machine guns to anything you could name sparkled like red against grey.

The ‘punks’ swamped the clearing like stirred silt in a crystal clear lake. Their hair was outlandish and their clothes looked straight off the set of an apocalypse movie. Leni jammed her hand in her pocket. The crowd chanted animal-like war cries. Leni narrowed her eyes, leaning a smidge closer. The ’punks’ looked around as if this was the biggest let down of their lives.

Leni raised a little device to her ear, keeping an eye on whichever one she could make out.

“There’s not a soul out here.” A gruff man crackled in her ear. “It doesn’t seem like it at least. Damnit.”

“Then who could’ve done this?” Another snapped back. “I didn’t get my ass up and drag myself all the way out here for nothing.”

“Eh, whatever. We’ll just send out a few scouts. It’ll be fine.” He dismissed.

“Fuck you.”

Leni lowered the device. “You’ even blink?” A playful voice bugged. She looked over her shoulder. Jess smirked, leaning close on all fours. “Give us the news.”

“They don’t suspect us.” Leni replied in a low voice, shoving the device into her pocket. “Give it a couple more minutes.”

The weapons lowering was as grand as the sunset. Leni fiddled a little harder with the trigger. Jess leaned back. Leni just knew he wore his wide, toothy grin. She pulled out the device and stuck it to her ear.

“I’m so done with all of this.” A voice groaned. “Let’s go inside, the lot of ya’!” He called out, the crowd around him arguing like one had commit murder. (They all probably had)

The crowd turned. Leni narrowed her eyes, composing herself and pulling a whistle from her pocket. What seemed like a million heads turned as it pierced the quiet. Then? Bullets rained like hell from the woods. ‘Punks’ stumbled back, only a few of them toppling into the mud. “Ear protection, am I right?!” Jess yelled enthusiastically, popping over cover.

The others fired away. Leni shot up, fired a few good shots and popped down. Bullets whizzed overhead, zipping in her ear like they would over speakers. She glanced over to Hira, who blind fired over the short wall. The sun was so hot she’d melt. The bald branches did nothing to fight it as a sharp stench smothered her.

Sweat pooled down her temple. Leni clenched her jaw, focusing on her breathing. It was a turkey shoot. She bit her lip. She stuffed whatever she was feeling under the rug and popped over cover and shot off a few more rounds. The punks scrambled in confusion, darting from place to place like a herd.

Or was it being everywhere all at once too much to handle? Others caught on and charged the forest like zombies, barely stumbling as bullets hit. Leni grit her teeth and popped back down, reloading quick as her light and shaky hands would let her. Her sweat-drenched palms didn’t help either. She took a sharp breath, said a silent prayer and popped over again.

BOOM! A tree burst into flames. The ‘punk’ with the bazooka also exploded. Machine guns opened up like a full-fledged battle-field. It all started to blur. She fired off shots and soon enough, she only did here and there? Or did she? She would’ve remembered in the moment. Before she could count to five, soldiers barreled into the clearing, crashing against the warehouse and firing around the corners.

Quiet flooded in as quickly as it left—besides a few scattered gunshots. Leni composed herself.

“Stargrove in. How does it look, Leni?”

“Fine. Over there?” She said in a hushed voice. Out of breath. He sounded the same way, if not, worse.

“We got em.” She could hear his cocky-ass smirk as well. “I’m going in.”

Leni could wait years. “I’ll meet you there.” She said, eyeing the soldiers. More flicked on their rifle-flashlights and headed into the void.

“Right. Stargrove out.”

The agents crept out of the bush. Leni stepped up, clinging on to her straight face. Looking anywhere was better than the ground. The others followed behind. “See Drew anywhere?” Jess asked cynically—but still stayed humorous.

“I don’t see him anywhere.” Austin said through a lightly shaking voice.

“I guess that’s better for us.”

“We work together, Barbierie.” Hira’s voice was smothered by frustration. “I don’t understand what you have against him-”

“Drew should be meeting us here with Birdie, Underwood and Evans.” Leni assured as calmly as she possibly could.

“Should we wait for him or no?” Hira questioned. Leni stopped in front of a warehouse.

“We’ll wait for him inside.”

The soldiers watched like vultures. Dust stirred up in the little bit of light there was as the agents stepped in. The echoes of distant whispers surrounded them. Leni swept out her flashlight and flicked it on. It made a nice spotlight on black. “Over here.” A man called out. Leni’s head snapped just about.

She turned to the others and nodded. Dennis held his bag close. The group made it to another group of soldiers—just then, a familiar overly eager voice rang out.

“I thought you said you’d meet us there.” Drew sighed. “We could barely catch up with you!”

“Next time, do us all a favor and go a bit slower.” Lauren Underwood playfully opined.

Leni chuckled dismissively. A soldier stepped up, his eyes wide and as blank as a sheet. “The door’s over there.” He said calmly.

“Perfect.” Drew shrugged lightheartedly.

Leni turned around. Drew clutched his gun tight to his chest. His gaze retreated as his chin dropped and he scratched the thing like he would his arm. He swallowed hard. “They’re just behind those doors.” The soldier stated.

“Right.” Drew said boldly, breaking through a shaky voice. “Helena. Do you have the bromine?”

[star-mum]

hello besties and worsties, a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME !!!!!!

Me, the biggest Titans! Dick Grayson hater, seeing this fic dropped like

"as close as two people can be" so... on top of each other ?

"reader character in this story of being more of an OC" does she have a name? if not, let's fucking goooo i want superpowers !!! AND a deep and complicated story line

"secret surprise reveal of two of the characters being related" I WANT A SECRET SIBLING !!! PLEASE !!!

"Robin was just another masked psychopath" ... now- and just hear me out here !! ...did they lie Grayson?

you can be a masked psychopath with gOOD INTENTIONS !!! No one's taking that away from you

"The universe dangling something in front of you that you’re not allowed to have and technically, should no longer want" anyone's still keeping count of the "lines in Sunny's fics I just think are neat" ?

"the kind that would have gotten snagged on one of his nice shirts" GOOD !!! this visual gives me a weird sense of satisfaction, like yeah ruin his shit, fuck it up actually

"you knew everything that he never would" that's cause I do !!!! Hope that helps <33

"had you snuck up on him on purpose? Did you find it funny?" sksksksksk yes actually, I do : 3

"Grumpy.” You sighed, sounding defeated" she is everything to me !!!! oc coded reader they could NEVER make me hate you !!!! (make his life a nightmare please, we gotta)

"Just so you know, I hate it when you say ominous shit like that" well TOO FUCKING BAD, BITCH !!!

"Just because your mother played the creepy voodoo witch for tourists doesn’t mean you have too" ... this is why your father doesn't fucking love you

"but his eyes weren’t drawn to your cleavage" says you 😔

YESSSS NEAR DEATH EXPERIEEEEEEENCEEEE

"This - this was why he was no fucking savior" this is just IMMACULATE !!! ABSOLUTELY DELICIOUS !!!! yessssss get him on his worst qualities !!!!!

"Well, you could be more polite.” You scoffed" i cannot even begin to explain how much I love their dynamic, it's perfect !! i like her so much

"Prentiss is looking for you!” *screaming and pointing* !!!!!!

"But - he would call you later. Hopefully you still had the same number" you leave me dying on a hospital bed to go self flagellate, i am BLOCKING YOUR ASS !!!!!

"Oh fuck. You were right" YEAH !!!! YOU FUCKING THINK ???? YOU IDIOT !!!!

once again, Im OBSESSED with their dynamic and honestly ???? Reader is also SO FUCKING INTERESTING !!!!

I'm not a little dumbass coward like He is, so I for one looooooove characters being ominous and creepy (it stress me out most times but I live for it)

One Moment Per Episode With Dick Grayson

Season One, Episode One: "Titans"

Summary:

You and Dick haven't spoken since the Titans parted ways in San Francisco five years ago.

Even though you used to be as close as two people can be, both of you are doing just fine leading your own separate lives - until your psychic powers cause you to have a vision of the end of the world, and you have to turn to him for help. As much as Dick doesn't want to get involved, you know that him leading The Raven on the path she needs to travel is the only way to stop the terrible fate you saw.

He wants to deny it, and stay as far away from you as possible - but he can't avoid you or the truth that you have told him when he runs into that very Raven you speak of in an interrogation room later that night. He has to face a simple truth he has always known: you're always right.

Dick Grayson x Fem!Powered!Reader. Childhood Friends/Exes to Lovers. Emotional Angst and Bantering/Humor. Set during Season 1, Episode 1.

Word Count: 2,300

DC Titans Masterlist | AO3 Link

Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: the reader uses she/her pronouns (some people might accuse the reader character in this story of being more of an OC and I am okay with that - I try to make all the reader characters in my other stories as blank and open as possible and every now and then I let myself have a little bit of a treat) - but as usual with my stories, the majority of pronouns used in the fic are you/yours; other than clothing style and a scar that informs her backstory, the reader's looks are not described and are left vague (as far as race, body type, hair colour, etc. - those things are not described); the reader character does have powers - I might make a separate post detailing the reader's entire backstory and power set (or I might just let it be spelled out slowly through the chapters) - but for now, I will tell you that the reader character is psychic and can see glimpses of the future in dream-like visions; the reader and Dick are 'exes' - their relationship was never official (they never explicitly called each other boyfriend/girlfriend), but they used to have sex often (and they both have feelings for each other that they never openly spoke about), and they are childhood friends, so there is a lot of emotional history there; mentions of canon-typical violence; this fic does use Y/N; mentions of the reader being shot during a past undescribed incident; there is references to sex and discussions of sex, but no explicit smut (but there might be some later in the story? idk yet); emotionally constipated Dick Grayson; idk what else ? - pining, emotional angst, using humor to deflect emotional tension, banter. I just really like the vibes of this. there is not a lot of big content warnings for this fic (yet).

A/N: Honestly, I am really excited about this one. I have a lot of ideas for future episodes (especially the episode where Dick loses it emotionally and just gets followed around by a hallucination of Bruce for the entire episode - but that's not until Season 2, oop). Titans is one of my favourite series ever - if you couldn't tell - so getting to examine each episode closer and appreciate each individual episode as a unique piece of art while writing this instead of binging a whole season gives me a whole new appreciation for the show. I hope you guys enjoy these as they come out - especially because I do have an idea of where this fic is going, but I don't know where I want these characters to go in Season 4. (I kind of want to do a secret surprise reveal of two of the characters being related and being siblings, but... idk. Sometimes people don't like that.) But this is definitely a good opportunity to send me ideas of where you want this story to go/how you want it to end up. Anyway - please enjoy!!!

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Dick needed some fucking air. 

He could barely fucking handle today. He had to compose himself before he lost it and started breaking things. It was all such a shitshow - the department pushing a new partner on him, footage of Robin all over the news, every other half-cocked beat cop making comments about how Robin was just another masked psychopath who wasn’t that different from The Joker. 

Fuck them. 

If they only knew what Gotham was like - if only they had to deal with a department full of asshole’s on the Joker’s payroll. If only they had to watch criminals walk away because they made bail on the decision of a corrupt judge. If only they had to sit behind a desk and listen to a mother’s sobs as she begged for him to find her missing child - knowing how many people elbow to elbow with him would laugh at her tears rather than start looking. 

If they only spent one night tending to civilians while the smell of burning flesh permeated the air, with the Joker’s screaming laugh stuck in their ears because he thought that bombing a low-income housing complex was just that funny. 

Fuck all of them. 

Dick clenched his fist tight - his knuckles aching as he resisted the urge to drive his arm right through the glass at the front of the precinct. He just - he really needed some air. 

Dick walked out the front doors (rather than smashing the glass), and took a deep breath of the cool night air, trying his best to calm down. It was getting late, and things were relatively slow, even for it being a Tuesday. No influx of late-night chaos yet. He had some time to collect himself before- 

“So - Robin’s in Detroit now, huh?” 

That voice. 

Dick felt the sting of familiarity pluck at his spine, and he whipped his head around at lightning speed, looking in the direction of the voice. Surely enough - you were the one standing there. It hadn’t been some kind of auditory hallucination on his part. 

So much for time to calm himself down. 

He was immediately met with a confliction - lust and annoyance bubbling up inside of him. He didn’t want to see you again, he didn’t want you to be here, especially not without warning. But you looked so damn good - it was a distraction from that fact. 

That was always the thing about exes, wasn’t it? 

(If Dick could even call you his ‘ex’ - the two of you had slept together more times than he could count, both metaphorically and literally, but the two of you had never put an official label on the relationship like he had with Dawn or Barbara. He cared for you like a friend, and like a lover in a way that he was never willing to admit - but did that make you his ex? Especially if he never stopped caring about you?) 

That thing about exes being: they always look so fucking good when you see them after a long time of being apart. The universe dangling something in front of you that you’re not allowed to have and technically, should no longer want. 

But oh - Dick found himself wanting so very badly. (And he tried his hardest to hide that fact as he continued to carefully stare you down.) 

Because you looked so good. 

You were wearing something of your usual style - an outfit of many confusing layers that somehow showed off the natural curves of your body and hid you all at the same time. 

A long skirt with a ruffled hemline and bold, colorful pattern. A pair of boots that you had probably gotten from some vintage store that were likely older than both you and Dick, leathery and well worn in. Your jacket was much the same - a supple brown leather with a soft fur lining that made you look very warm and cozy. 

Topped off with a pair of the largest, gaudiest dangling earrings that Dick had ever seen - the kind that would have gotten snagged on one of his nice shirts and gotten the two of you tangled up during one of your hook-ups. A pair of earrings that he would have scolded you for wearing - but he would have delighted in finding them on his bedroom floor after you left because it meant having a piece of you still with him. And it would mean having an excuse to visit you later because he had something of yours to return. 

Those earrings glistened in the light of the street lamps, just as your eyes did while you stared him down with those inquisitive, knowing eyes. Looking at him with that same expression you always wore - the one that seemed to say you knew everything that he never would. It equally fascinated him and infuriated him. 

He hated the fact that you had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, causing his heart to race - had you snuck up on him on purpose? Did you find it funny? 

“Y/N,” Dick said your name curtly, still feeling a slight twinge of shock that you were standing in front of him at all. “What the fuck are you doing here?” 

You let out a dry chuckle, and stepped closer to him, making his whole body stiff. His first instinct was to step backward - to gain more distance from you. But he didn’t want to seem like he was afraid of you - afraid of that closeness. So he forcefully locked his legs and stayed in place as you drifted closer, and you idly conversed back. 

“Oh, Dickie.” You sighed in return, using his childhood nickname. “A warm welcome as always.” 

Dick rolled his eyes at this. Did he really need to bother with manners and formalities? The two of you had known each other for so long, he guessed that you were both well over stuff like that. 

“Do I need a reason to be here? Can’t I just visit an old friend?” You posed, a humorous tone still running through your voice. 

He shoved his hands into his pockets as he took a more defensive stance. He quickly went from shock then to annoyance. 

The two of you were old friends - you had known each other since you were in diapers together. The two of you had grown up together, raised by a unique circus family. And that meant that Dick knew you well enough to know that if you were here, you had a good reason to be. 

(If you had wanted to chase him when he first left Gotham, you likely would have camped out in the trunk of his car, or you would have shown up at his new apartment the day after he moved in. You wouldn’t have waited this long to contact him.) 

“Do us both a favor and cut the bullshit, please.” Dick replied sternly. “Why are you here?” 

“Grumpy.” You sighed, sounding defeated. 

He waited for a moment, and surely enough - you folded, now willing to directly explain your reason for showing up in Detroit so suddenly. 

“I had a vision.” You explained. “A girl. The Raven. A lot of others consider her to be the eater of worlds, but she is the one who is going to save us all, Dick.” 

He let out a harsh puff of air, reaching up and running fingers roughly over his temple. Yup, there it was - the headache had fully set in now. He really didn’t need this. Not tonight. 

He had known about your visions for a long time. When he was younger, he had been shocked to find out that you had inherited your mother’s ‘gift’. He previously had no clue that her set-up as a sideshow fortune teller with Tarot cards and a large crystal ball wasn’t all psychology tricks and half-guesses she put on for tourists - but in fact, it was actually something informed by larger supernatural forces at play. And it was something you could do as well. 

So he was inclined to believe you when you told him about this vague vision, but he also didn’t want to be involved. He had a lot on his plate right now - he didn’t need this. 

“Look, I’m sure that whatever you saw was important, but-” He began. 

You sighed and shook your head harshly at this ‘but’. 

“Why don’t you just take it to New York instead? This kind of thing is way more Donna’s speed, anyway. I’m sure she can help you find this girl, and-” 

“That won’t help.” You told him. “The girl is already on her way here.” 

You spoke the words with such utter certainty, and it sent shivers up Dick’s spine. The calm, tranquil look on your face - the ominous wiseness you held: it reminded Dick so much of your mother. The other-worldly authority she held that had ultimately gotten her killed. It was strangely creepy. 

“Just so you know, I hate it when you say ominous shit like that.” Dick told you, gesturing to your person with stiff offense in his body. “Just because your mother played the creepy voodoo witch for tourists doesn’t mean you have to.” 

“I’m not playing.” You replied, exasperated. 

You knew that Dick could be frightened of your powers at times. He was someone very logic-based - he built his beliefs around facts. So having you follow your visions and your ‘gut feelings’ when they were never concrete, changing on a dime - he hated the uncertainty and chaos that came with it all. But you had learned to trust yourself and your feelings over time, even if he didn’t. 

“And you know, you’re involved in this whether you want to be or not.” You told him, trying to get the conversation back on track. “I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Robin made his first appearance in months last night.” 

Dick became stiff at this, and quickly glanced around - as though waiting for someone to appear out of nowhere and point an accusing finger at him, screaming out that he was Robin and he had been caught. 

“You can’t help it, Dick Grasyon.” You declared with intense certainty. “You need to save people, you need to feel like you’re making a difference, you-” 

“So what, now you expect me to save the whole fucking world?” Dick snapped back. 

“She does.” You corrected. 

“Who?” He replied - confused and once again annoyed at your mysticism and bold confidence in your visions. 

“The Raven.” You told him. “She needs you. And whether you like it or not, you need her.” 

You shifted your stance then, waiting for him to tell you that you were right - which was how most of your arguments ended. 

But then, as a sick reminder, the lapel of your jacket opened enough for Dick to get a glance at your chest. The neckline of your blouse was wide open, but his eyes weren’t drawn to your cleavage - instead, he became focused on a large scar that you had sitting over your heart. A place where a bullet had ripped through you, leaving you barely alive. 

He still remembered the feeling of your blood warm under his hands while you looked up at him with tears in your eyes, begging him to save you. He remembered sitting at your bedside, believing that you would never wake up again. 

He couldn’t help but to reach up and gently skim his thumb across the roughness of the scarred skin as he glared at it with a stiff jaw. The touch sent shivers through you - it was the first time he had touched you since that last night in Gotham, when you had woken up to an empty bed and absolutely no explanation as to where he had gone. 

Dick felt rage boil inside of him. 

How could you ask him to save the world when he had been responsible for this? 

This - this was why he was no fucking savior. 

“You shouldn’t be here.” He said, choking on the words slightly as he took his hand down, shoving it back into his pocket once again. He had to avoid the temptation of touching you any further. 

If you weren’t safe around him, why would some little girl from your visions be? 

“This isn’t about me.” You scoffed. “Or-” 

‘Or us.’ 

You held back, knowing how dangerous it was to mention the royal Us around flighty Dick Grayson. For a bird without wings, he was absolutely capable of taking off in a quick moment when he wanted to. 

“This is about something so much bigger.” You pressed. “She’ll be here soon.” 

Dick let out another strained sigh at you using such ominous words again. 

“Well, next time you’re gonna come here and be all ominous and creepy, you should at least bring some coffee.” He told you, sarcasm tight on his lips. 

You made a mocking face in return. 

“Well, you could be more polite.” You scoffed. 

Before Dick could recommend that the two of you go and get a coffee in order to truly catch up, someone called out his name, drawing his attention away from you for a moment. 

“Hey, Grayson!” Someone called, sticking their head out the front door. “Prentiss is looking for you!” 

When he turned back, you were gone. He tried not to linger on it too much - how creepy it was. You were silent and quick like a ghost - he thought that your ominous jewelry might jingle like a house cat’s bell. 

But - he would call you later. Hopefully you still had the same number. 

…

Dick walked into the interrogation room, trying to clear his mind of the interaction with you. When he saw a small, scared girl, he thought it best to lighten the mood with a joke. 

“Hi, I’m Detective Grayson.” He said, introducing himself. “I hear you like to play baseball with bricks and cop cars. You wanna tell me what happened?” 

“You’re him.” She said, whimpering and tearful. “You’re the boy from the Circus.” 

At first, Dick thought that everyone was simply being ominous and creepy today. But then he realized:

‘Oh fuck. You were right.’

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A/N: Please do not ask me when this fic will be updated - this fic does not have a schedule.

While this is technically the first chapter in a 'series', each chapter is meant to be enjoyed on its own. The overarching plot of the series is still that of the original Titans show, and I won't be making any major changes to the canon of the show - I just intend to showcase smaller emotional moments between the reader character and the canon characters. This is something I want to work on casually in the background between working on other things. This fic is not my main focus, and I will not be rushing to update it or complete it.

Comments and reblogs are encouraged, and I am thankful for them - but please keep those comments focused on the actual content of the series (it's plot, the characters, their dynamics, etc.). Please do not spam me asking me to update this or asking me when I will update this - because I am not in a rush to do so. I have a lot of ideas for this series that I am excited about, but I want to work on it slowly and casually because I don't want to lose my enthusiasm for it and I know that rushing will take that enthusiasm away.

If you enjoyed this - great, thanks. But if you expect this to be updated weekly like a factory pumping out stuff on a clearly outlined schedule - then you are in the wrong place. If you are expecting constant updates of this fic and you will be disappointed if it doesn't get updated regularly - you should just block me now and pretend you didn't read it. But if you are a patient person - feel free to read and enjoy my other Titans works while I am working on updates for this (and working on other exciting things), and feel free to send me a message telling me what you thought of this fic or other fics in general.

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The Match - Part 22

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You meet with Steve and Bucky’s mom.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Fingering, unprotected p in v penetration, creampie, some things left unsaid LMAO

A/N: Surprise update SKSKSKSKSK

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

“Bucky…”

You sleepily hummed into the pillow, trying to ignore the way Bucky pulled your back closer to his bare chest knowing that he was up to no good. His hand on your bare waist lingered for a few moments, stroking your skin with his thumb while pressing kisses against your shoulder blades.

“Too early, Bucky.” you mumbled again, sighing and trying your damn best to fall back asleep.

Bucky pressed a kiss on your ear, nosing your neck before whispering, “Don’t mind me and go back to sleep.” he said.

You fell asleep quickly but only for a couple of minutes because then you felt Bucky’s fingers toy with the hem of your underwear, tracing it oh so lightly as if he was being careful not to wake you up. The moment his hand slipped inside was the same time all your sleep flew right out of the window.

Although you loved your sleep, you couldn’t deny the fact that you loved Bucky’s fingers inside of you even more.

Bucky let out a raspy groan when his digits were welcomed by wetness, your body immediately responding to his ministrations. He teasingly rubbed your folds with his fingers, moving them up and down until he could feel your cunt seep with more of your juices.

“So responsive, baby…” Bucky said, slowly sliding his middle finger into your aching hole.

You mewled and moved your hips, lifting a leg up to give Bucky more access to where you needed him the most. He continued fingering you, gentle and slow at first before finally starting to speed up his pace.

Softly moaning, you reached behind you to palm his hardness through his boxers. Wasting no time, you rushed to slide his boxers down enough to release his throbbing cock. Bucky hissed into your ear when you firmly gripped his shaft, squeezing and causing him to choke on his groans.

“Need to have you now.” Bucky growled and angled his hips, allowing you to easily line up his cock to your weeping pussy.

He slid into you smoothly, your gasp joining his own as the both of you moved. Bucky’s low and raspy morning voice aroused you even more, hearing him grunt right into your ear. The vulgar sound of your wetness squelching around Bucky’s cock filled the air, together with hushed moans and sleepy whispers.

“Fuck, so tight for me.” Bucky said through gritted teeth as he thrusted his hips into you.

Your fingers gripped the pillow as you savored the feeling of Bucky’s cock sliding in and out of your pussy. A hand reached around to grip your neck and jaw, tilting your head back so he can kiss you.

His lips never left yours until you were scratching his thigh behind you, your body shuddering as you reached your climax a few moments before Bucky did. He grunted your name against your mouth, sliding a tongue in as his thrusts slowed down. You could feel his warm release drip out of your cunt when Bucky pulled out. He held his cock and spread his cum all over your pussy using the tip.

“Jesus, Bucky…” you heaved out a deep sigh as you leaned against his chest, your mouth agape as you caught your breath.

Bucky chuckled and kissed the side of your head before getting up, wiping you clean with a towel, “I’ll cook breakfast, come out when you’re ready.” he said.

You looked at him suspiciously, “You cook?” you teased.

Bucky’s head popped by the doorway, “I try my best.” he shrugged.

Closing your eyes, you focused on your breathing and waited until you were able to even it out. You could hear the cupboards open and close a few times, followed by the subtle clanging of what seemed to be metal pans. You stifle your chuckle, picturing Bucky struggling in his own kitchen.

The quick buzz of your phone snapped you out of your trance and upon seeing the message, you were immediately brought back to reality.

Mom wants to talk about the party over lunch. I’ll text you where. See you. 😊

Groaning softly, you placed an arm over your eyes and took some time to think about the situation. Did you even make the right decision to work alongside Steve? You felt like you were overstepping some boundaries by doing so, but on the other hand, you also knew it would mean the world to Bucky to patch things up with his mom.

You were probably pondering for a while now, because Bucky waltzed back into the room with an embarrassed look on his face.

“So, I tried something…” he started, making a face.

You lifted your head up and looked at him with a straight face, “Let me guess, you burnt the food.” you said.

“Maybe?” Bucky shrugged, grinning bashfully at you.

You rolled your eyes as you sat up, “How did you even survive on your own for this long?” you asked, picking up his shirt from the floor and putting it on.

“Like I said, I try my best…doesn’t mean I’m always successful when I do so.” he said and trailed behind you as you walked into the kitchen to find a bunch of burnt pancakes.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, beckoning for Bucky to watch you as you taught him the basics of making simple breakfast.

“I’m meeting with a friend for lunch.” you blurted out, flipping the last pancake and pressing down on it.

Bucky hummed, “What time will you be home?” he asked.

“Late afternoon, maybe?” you responded, biting your lower lip as you gathered the courage to tell him about your side hustle.

Keeping your gaze on the pancake, you cleared your throat and spoke up, “I’m helping him organize a party. It’s sort of a freelance work.” you explained briefly.

Bucky merely nodded, placing a hand on the small of your back as he leaned to press a quick kiss on your cheek, “That’s good.” he said.

“You can come…” you said, taking in a deep breath. “I mean, it’s the first time I’ll be organizing an event outside of my job so I think it would be nice…if you could…”

Bucky softly chuckled, “Of course, I’d love to. I’ll be there.” he quickly said.

You looked at him and felt your stomach sink, knowing that you were lying to him. He smiled at you and tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, “Thank you for wanting to share your work with me.” he said. “I appreciate it.” he added.

You pursed your lips and looked away, nodding and forcing a smile as you placed the last pancake on the plate.

-

The entire drive to the restaurant made you feel queasy. Not only was this officially your first day of working with Steve, but you were also going to be meeting Bucky’s mom. You couldn’t understand why you were doubting yourself about your recent decisions and for the first time in a long time, you actually didn’t know what to do.

Steve’s car was already parked outside when you arrived which made you want to throw up and then run away. After taking a couple of deep breaths, you braced yourself and stepped out of your car.

Your palms were cold when you entered the restaurant, quickly spotting Steve and waving at him when his eyes found you. Sitting in front of him with her back turned to you was obviously their mom and when she turned to look, you were captured by how much Bucky resembled her.

Both of them stood up when you reached their table, with Steve introducing you as the event organizer that he had hired. You extended an arm for a handshake and anxiously waited for their mom to accept it.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Mrs. Rogers.” you said.

She was quick to accept the handshake and offered you a beautiful smile, “Please, just call me Winnifred. Thank you so much for meeting with us at such short notice.” she said and invited everyone to sit.

You sat next to Steve and gave him a knowing look to which he responded with a reassuring and grateful smile.

As soon as everyone placed their orders, Steve started the conversation by telling you what he had in mind for Winnifred’s birthday party. He kept on mentioning about his dad’s excitement for the party and how he often reminded Steve to make sure that it’s going to be a lovely one.

Just by that conversation alone, it was so easy to understand why Winnifred chose to be with someone else instead of staying with George. It was clear that Joseph truly loves Winnifred and that he was a family man who made sure to take good care of his son and wife.

“I know it sounds a bit overwhelming, but you can choose to ignore their reminders because I personally want to keep things very simple.” Winnifred laughed.

Steve groaned, “Mom, dad wants it to be a big one. Simple, but big. You know him.” he said.

“I do know him, which is why I also know that he’ll be fine with something simple as long as I’m happy.” she explained before turning to you.

“What do you have in mind?” she asked.

Slightly taken aback, you glanced over at Steve nervously before quickly thinking of something. Bucky’s only talked about Winnifred once or twice, never in detail but with how he described her, you sort of figured that she wouldn’t want something so grand for her birthday.

“Maybe a cocktail party? It’s nothing too big and it isn’t just dinner, you know? Keep the guest list intimate— just the closest family and friends. I think Winnifred would enjoy it if she could actually mingle and catch up with some people rather than just walk around and greet hundreds of people the entire night.” you suggested nervously.

Winnifred looked at you with amusement before turning to Steve with a teasing smile, “See, Steve? She gets me.” she said before looking back at you, “Men, am I right? They always seem to think that the bigger the gesture, the better.” she quipped.

You were unable to hold back your laughter, “Tell me about it.” you said, realizing that you got carried away and became a little too comfortable talking to Winnifred.

However, your statement only seemed to pique her interest. You weren’t sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing considering that you were lying to her as well.

“A cocktail party sounds great. Perhaps holding it at home would be enough?” Winnifred asked.

Steve cleared his throat and immediately turned down the idea. If you were going to lure Bucky to the party, he would easily find out about it given the location.

“A nice restaurant would do the trick.” you interjected, “I know some places with private function halls that we can reserve for the party.”

“Yeah, that sounds better.” Steve said in a desperate attempt to convince Winnifred to hold the party somewhere else.

Fortunately, Winnifred agreed and didn’t insist anymore. The rest of the meeting went by seamlessly and thank the heavens that she did not ask about your work experience because you didn’t prepare an answer for that. In the middle of concluding the meeting, Steve received a work call and excused himself, leaving you with Winnifred.

“I can’t thank you enough for your help. Initially, Joseph wanted Steve to be the one to be in charge of the party and knowing those two boys, I was just not confident.” she laughed.

“They seem to be more excited for the party than you.” you commented.

Winnifred nodded, “As much as it annoys me, I am very lucky to have them.” she admitted and for a moment, your heart broke for Bucky.

There was silence for a brief moment before Winnifred started talking again, “Are you in a relationship?” she asked.

Your eyes widened but you were quick to recover, “Oh um, yeah. It’s a bit…well, yeah.” you chuckled nervously.

Winnifred smiled at you, “Commitment can be scary, isn’t it?” she asked to which you slowly nodded.

“It’s very much like choosing a career. You want to choose the best one and there’s no way to find out whether it’s something you’ll love but to accept it, not really knowing how things might turn out. Sometimes it’s good at first and eventually you realize that it may not be for you. Quitting can be just as scary. So many things to consider, so many consequences to face.” she continued to explain.

“How do you know when to quit?” you suddenly asked.

Winnifred sighs, “You just…you just know.” she said. “Joseph isn’t my first husband and Steve is actually a step-son.” she admitted and your breath hitched.

“I married my first husband thinking that it was for the best. We had a son and things were wonderful in the beginning. Just like any husband and wife, we had a lot of disagreements and fights. Things became too much and I realized that this marriage was founded on nothing but a wrong assumption. I thought it was for the best, but was it the right thing to do?” she said and shook her head, “It wasn’t. I always regretted that marriage but it was that same marriage that gave me my happiness, my son.” she said with a sad smile.

You wanted to ask her about Bucky but didn’t want to pry, so you kept silent and waited whether Winnifred was comfortable enough to divulge more.

“I miss that boy everyday. I know I wasn’t the best mother to him and I have a lot to make it up for.” she said.

“Do you…do you still talk to him?” you carefully asked.

Winnifred took a deep breath and straightened up, “Not anymore. We used to meet but there are so many things left unsaid and neither of us want to speak up. I know I should be the first person to do so but I always felt ashamed because who am I to demand some explanation when I was barely in his life?” she chuckled, bitterness laced in her tone.

Unconsciously, you placed your hand 

on top of hers, “I’m sure he will understand.” you said with a smile.

You could see Winnifred’s eyes glisten with tears but she was pretty good at holding them back. Although you were still clueless as to what truly happened between her and Bucky, it was easy to figure out that she too, wanted to fix things.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, sweetie. I got a little too personal and started blabbering, didn’t I?” she laughed.

“I meant to tell you that although relationships can be scary, when you find the right one, it’ll be so much easier to face that fear.” she explained with a nod.

“My marriage with Steve’s father hasn’t always been an easy road. We had a lot of arguments too and disagreed on a lot of things. But if there are two things that made this marriage work, it’s trust and honesty.” she said.

You bit the insides of your cheek, “How did you know that Steve’s father was the right one?” you asked again.

Winnifred beamed, “I didn’t know he was the right one until I decided for it to be him.”

Her response left you confused, something that she caught on judging by how your forehead creased.

“We get to choose the person we want to be right for us. And they are not going to be perfect and they will get to our nerves more often than not. They will make mistakes, they will hurt us and we will hurt them back. But it’s when both of you strive to make things work, when the other person does their best to become better for you, ask yourself a question. ‘Am I willing to become better for him, too?’ That is when you decide whether you want that person to be the right one for you and you, the right one for him. It takes trust and honesty from both ends to do so, is what I’m saying.”

This time, it was Winnifred’s hand who reached for yours. She looked at you affectionately and asked you a question.

“Do you want that person to be the right one for you?”

-

You haven’t even made it to your car yet when you called Bucky in a rush, only to be redirected to his voicemail. As soon as you got into your car, you hurriedly drove back to Bucky’s place while still attempting to call him.

Winnifred’s question rang in your ears over and over again, as well as her views on finding the right person. It was that conversation with her that gave you clarity— you couldn’t lie to Bucky. As much as you wanted to help him and Winnifred, this wasn’t the right way to do so. You were basically going behind his back with his step-brother whom he hated; as to why you did not realize that sooner, you honestly didn’t know but you hated yourself for it.

“Hey, I’m on my way home. I need to talk to you, call me back when you get this message?” you said and ended the call.

You were a few blocks away from Bucky’s place when he finally returned the call.

“Hi, baby. I’m sorry for calling back just now. Something came up, the factory encountered some issues and I need to fly to LA right now.”

“What? You’re going to LA? Like now?” you panicked.

“Yeah I’m at the airport, I’m sorry for not telling you but I was on the phone the entire time and I needed to book the earliest flight. Are you mad?”

Bucky…doesn’t have a private plane? You knew it wasn’t the right time to think about that so you pushed it to the back of your brain and made a mental note to ask him about it soon. But seriously? He still books flights? He probably flies first class anyway.

“Fuck, you’re mad.”

The panic in Bucky’s voice snapped you out of your wandering thoughts.

“No, I’m not mad,” you reassured him. “I just really need to talk to you, it’s very important.” you said breathlessly.

“I’ll call you as soon as I can. Baby, I gotta go. You can message it to me, okay? I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

You sighed, “Yeah, okay. I’ll wait for your call, I love you too.”

Oh.

Ohhh.

Fuck.

“Did you just—”

“Excuse me sir, kindly end the call as we will be taking off now.”

“Shit, fuck. Okay, one sec—”

“Sir, I’m sorry but you need to end the call.”

“It’s okay, Bucky. We’ll talk soon. Bye.” you said and ended the call first, gripping the steering wheel tighter than before.

Your heart pounded heavily against your ribcage as you pulled your car aside, needing to take a moment about what just happened.

Placing a hand over your heart, you realized that you needed to talk to Bucky about his mom and your relationship with him now that you just said the L word back.

And truth to be told, you didn’t know which conversation was going to be more difficult given your current situation.

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

everyone who watched Multiverse of Madness and didn’t like it because of whatever character assassination might or might not have happened is a better human being than me cause all I could do for two hours straight was go back and forth between my thirst for Scarlet Witch and Doctor Strange and Peggy Carter’s strong arms and repeatedly asked my bi-ass to calm the fuck down like y’all are saints for having the ability to critically assess the movie- lord made me a weakass bitch with slutty thoughts and I thank them for that and that’s my two cents on the movie byeee sksksksksk

[ghost-ghost-baby]

We're Just Friends! (Omega!bakugo x alpha!reader x omega!Izuku) pt. 3/?

Pt. 1 / / pt. 2

A/n: cannot believe we made it to pt. 3 I’m sksksksksk,,,, they finally get together! Pt 4/5 will b them all together and adjusting and then it’ll b readers bday so 👀👀

Lore: Once an Alpha reaches 21 they get their first rut, they’d either already have their mates or the rut will act as a push for them to get together and bond.

Summary: Reader and Katsuki have been friends for years, and everyone expects them to get together, until reader rescues an omega that lives in their building, and things get a touch more... complicated

Warnings: swearing, omegaverse, mad pining, Katsuki get exposed for going to therapy lmao, Izuku is kinda a shithead, Katsuki b mad insecure, reader is still dumb- everyone except for Izuku is bad at feelings

The two of you had gotten sidetracked, really quickly, it wasn’t even twenty minutes before you were putting a horror video on the tv. That was almost an hour ago, and you were about to doze off now, laying on your back with your head on the arm rest, Izuku right on top of you with his head tucked under your chin. You didn’t know how you got into this position, but you weren’t complaining, it was… nice. Perfect, almost, but something still felt like it was missi-

“Y/n- why the fuck are our stupid friends asking me about your new- Deku?” Katsuki burst through the door, already yelling, and his scent took on a burnt tinge that almost had you gagging when he slammed the door behind him.

“Kacchan! I didn’t realise you were Y/n’s roommate!” Izuku perked up almost immediately, sitting up so he was straddling you with his eyes fixed right on Katsuki.

“Wait, you two know each other-“ You tried to sit up, barely managing to turn your head to see Katsuki, Izuku was stronger than he looked, and he obviously didn’t want you moving-

“Yeah we go way back, childhood friends, right Kacchan?” Izuku’s tone was light, but you couldn’t see the feral look on his face from where you were trapped on the couch.

“Right… that doesn’t explain what the fuck you’re doing here, Deku.” Katsuki snarled, and Izuku giggled at the blonde. What the fuck kinda thing were you stuck in the middle of-

“What does it look like, Kacchan? We’re courting now! And Y/n’s already been such a good alpha, I’m surprised you didn’t ask them-“

“What does he mean you’re courting?” Katsuki’s tone was something you’d never heard before, and your heart twinged at it. “Get the fuck off of them Deku.” He walked closer to the couch, until he could grab onto your arm and haul you off, Izuku sliding back to the couch and pouting.

“He asked me on the way home and I accepted-“ Katsuki’s heart sank, he’d been too late? “I didn’t think you’d care, aren’t you courting Kiri?” Your scent was far too comforting, and the way it accompanied Izuku’s had Katsuki feeling something he definitely didn’t want to. Deku was a stalker! A creepy little nothing stalker! With great hair- no! And you looked so cute when you were confused like this-!

“Katsuki, are you okay?” You waved your hand in front of his face, and the blonde only let out another snarl. What if you found out about what he’d done to Deku, you’d never look at him the same, and from the way Deku was smirking the bastard knew it too.

“Whatever- I’m fucking going to bed.” Katsuki pushed past you, and you could only gawk as he disappeared down the hall and into his room.

It wasn’t supposed to go like this, you were meant to be with him, it had been the two of you for years! Why were you such a fucking idiot! Katsuki was fuming even as he hugged the pillow he’d stolen from your room, how dare Deku come back and steal you! Still, the nagging thought that coming back to the two of you… had felt like home wouldn’t get out of his head and it was only making him angrier.

“Katsuki? Izuku went back to his apartment, do you have any requests for dinner?” Your voice floated through his door and Katsuki opened his mouth to respond on instinct. No, if you wanted to be with Deku so badly you clearly didn’t care about him, and so he would stop caring about you.

“Katsuki? Please come out, I don’t understand why you’re upset but I want to.” You tried to keep the desperate tone out of your voice. It didn’t work, and Katsuki was biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself crooning in an attempt to calm you down.

“Okay… I’ll uh, just be in my room if you want to talk.”

This was getting out of hand, it was like you were living with a ghost. It had been three days of Katsuki ignoring you, three days of no contact whatsoever, and even though you had Izuku, and he was just… amazing, it still felt like something was missing. You actually didn’t think you’d gone this long without talking to Katsuki in- well since the two of you had met. But, it was finally the weekend, you’d have to run into him at some point, and then you could finally talk, even if he didn’t feel like it.

You were pulled into Izuku’s apartment before you could even knock, the omega giving you a deep kiss before quickly tugging you into a hug and rubbing his cheek over your scent gland.

“I missed you, Y/n! What took so long?” Izuku only pulled away when he couldn’t smell anything except you, and pride filled him when he saw you were wearing his sweater.

“Sorry Bub, I was trying to get Katsuki to talk to me but he’s still giving me the silent treatment.” You shrugged as he walked you over to the couch, something already playing in the background, and Izuku pushed you down without hesitation. You let the omega position you how he wanted, wasting no time wrapping your arms around him once Izuku settled down next to you with his head on your chest and your legs tangled together.

“You know… it does seem like he likes you, maybe you could suggest a triad? I know I wouldn’t object.” Izuku’s tone was so nonchalant you’d expected him to ask what you wanted to watch, not suggest bringing Katsuki into the relationship.

“You’d be okay with that? Really?” You hadn’t even considered that, you felt kinda stupid, honestly. Why hadn’t you- oh, right.

“I think he’s courting someone else, actually, I’m sure that’s why he’s being so weird.” You pushed any hope you had down when you remembered how much time Katsuki actually spent with Kirishima, and how close they seemed to be.

“If you say so, but I wouldn’t write the idea off, Kacchan’s always been good with surprises.” Izuku shifted to press a kiss to your scent gland, before he grabbed the remote and returned his attention to putting on a show.

It was Sunday, you hadn’t seen your roommate all weekend, this really wasn’t going how you planned. A sigh left you as you pushed open the door to your apartment, you’d been with Izuku for most of the day, and you were so, so ready to just go to sleep. You’d been exhausted for the last few days, and Denki kept commenting about how snappy you were and asking why your scent was ‘so weird man’ when the three of you had met for lunch. It was sweet how much they cared, but annoying as fuck nonetheless. You were wide awake outside your door though, almost missing the sweet caramel smell that leaked out until you had your hand on the handle. Your room didn’t usually smell like that, not unless-

“Katsuki-? What’s going on?” You pushed open the door to a very, very startled Katsuki, like a deer in headlights, really, and your confusion only grew when he was holding onto an armful of your clothes. “You could have just asked if you wanted something for your nest, but isn’t Kiri helping with that?” You closed the door behind you, and Katsuki’s eyes darted from you to the door. Fuck, you weren’t supposed to be home for another twenty minutes, you’d usually spend at least two hours at Deku’s place, why the fuck had you come back so early? Katsuki clutched the clothes tighter against his chest as neither of you spoke, you really still thought he was with shitty hair when all he really wanted was you?

“Katsuki? This is ridiculous- what’s going on with you? Why won’t you talk to me?” You stepped forward and Katsuki growled when you got within a foot of him, the sound setting you on edge and making you release a growl of your own on instinct.

“We’re gonna talk about this, I’m not letting you ignore me anymore, it sucks! It feels like there’s a piece of me missing-!” You stepped forward with every word, flinching at yourself when you heard your voice crack at the end.

“What does any of that matter? You have Deku now, the two of you are perfect together, you don’t need me anymore!” Katsuki yelled back, everything that happened the last day and the confused puddle that the state his feelings were in finally bubbling over. It was too much, he’d barely seen you and now here you were, reeking of Deku of all people, and accusing him of liking someone else.

“How could you say that? I need you, Katsuki-! I always need you! These last few days have been hell without you! It’s bad enough I have to deal with you courting Kiri, but now you don’t even talk to me and I don’t understand what’s going on!” Tears kept welling up in your eyes, and Katsuki dropped the pile of clothes on the floor, his hands balling into fists by his side.

“Because I don’t know- I don’t know what the fuck I’m feeling!” Katsuki’s voice broke, and you barely had time to open your mouth before he continued. “I thought that we- that we were set in stone, and then I come back to you and fucking Deku on the couch and fuck that hurt! But it fucking- it fucking felt like home, and all I wanted to do was join you and I don’t understand why!” He turned around to wipe his eyes, and your jaw hit the floor as you tried to process. He wasn’t… courting Kiri…?

“You’re such an idiot- you couldn’t just tell me this?” Exasperated didn’t even begin to cover how you felt.

“How could I say anything? I was horrible to Deku in school because I couldn’t deal with my feelings, why would either of you want to be with me after how awful I’ve been?” There was no anger in Katsuki’s tone anymore, and the guilty scent he was putting out was just putting you on edge.

“You regret it though, don’t you? And I know you’ve worked really hard to be better, and you even go to therapy now-“ Katsuki snarled at the last part, he hated whenever you brought up therapy, but at least you weren’t yelling.

“We actually talked it over and… Izuku and I both like the idea of a triad with- well with you, if you wanted.” You reached out to grab Katsuki’s shoulder, though he refused to look you in the eye when you turned him to face you. You had to be lying, you had to, you couldn’t mean that and he didn’t want to get his hopes up for nothing.

“Katsuki, you gotta talk to me, I can’t read your mind.” Your cards were all out on the table now, and your anxious scent was a dead giveaway to your feelings. What if you’d ruined everything? What if you’d gotten everything wrong- you were never good at guessing-

“You’re being serious? This isn’t some kind of payback?” Red eyes finally met yours and you could only nod, you still got caught of guard by how pretty he was. “Okay, I’ll join your shitty fucking triad.”

Taglist (pls lemme know if any of em r wrong)

@pasteldaze @hopeless-ro-simptic @ntngann @somerandominternetgirl-blog @ianem005 @lalaluvzen @antisocial-minnie @rogueofbullshit @hakunamatatayqueen @so-uncute @therealwalmartjesus @unlightedfool @all-the-kings-reblogs @cth-l

[poohbea]

Your checking in question really spun me I’m so appreciative of you and wish you a phenomenal week ahead. Let me ask you in return:

If you could go back and speak to your child-self what would you say to them/advise them?

What song do you think sums up you in this present moment?

What are you most grateful for today?

naw thank you my angel, i was due for a moots check in this month hahaha so i went around to you all cause i love to hear what everyone is up to all the way across the world. i know life can be super stressful and busy so i try my best to be someone who you can lay all your thoughts out to. i read each and every one of y'all's responses it's cool how different everyone's loves are. ANYWAY haha:

1. If you could go back and speak to your child-self what would you say to them/advise them?

you do not need to seek validation from anyone but your self, always tell the truth and just listen to mom and dad, they love you and want the best for you even if their advice isn't something you want to hear

2. What song do you think sums up you in this present moment?

distubia by rihanna, my brain is all over the place rn hahaha

3. What are you most grateful for today?

for god who guides me and watches over me everyday, who keeps me safe when i go out into the world, the food i'm able to eat, the warm bed i can sleep in. y'all here on tumblr and @yoshimurah who i love talking to everyday (she's my baby fr, goofy as fuck but i love her. you should've witnessed her culture shock when i told her we call mc donalds, maccas over here in australia sksksksksk)

[gr33nbull]

Kat’s Debrief - Bahrain GP 2022

The new season is officially underway and it certainly was…a race!

Ferrari - man what a stellar drive from the lads in red! Awesome to see a team with their caliber back to where they should be! (The bitterness in me wishes Seb was still there but I’ll stop sksksksksk) Leclerc was absolutely amazing and so was Sainz! The perfect 1-2!

Mercedes - Given the current circumstances, what an incredible race from our Merc boys 🖤 Lewis as always gives it his all, i cannot put in to words how happy that P3 and P4 made me. It felt like a 1-2! A very small bit of justice came through for our boys today. But in all seriousness, Merc have some hella work that needs to be done, i’m really hoping this is something they can get sorted in the next few races. We need these guys on top. We got an 8th drivers title to win. 🖤

Haas - AHHH amazing from Kevin and a brilliant drive from Mick too! A great pairing and honestly Kevin is a phenomenal driver. Mans not been in an F1 Race for over a year and he comes back with a fricking p5?! HELL YEAH! Excited for this teams potential and they truly deserve this. Well done haas!

Alfa Romeo - I mean Bottas, hasn’t changed 😂 always seems to struggle on the starts but what an incredible drive from him to get P6, super happy for him and also Zhou! His first point in his first ever F1 race?! Awesome achievement and some good points for Alfa!

Gasly - ahh that was unlucky, also gave me flashbacks to Romains crash at that same corner!! Think that corner is cursed 🥴

Mclaren - I…have no words…I know testing isn’t something to go off but… what the fuck was that? That was poor. I felt embarrassed for them. I felt sorry for Lando and Daniel. They were on the up from some poor years prior and it seems like all that progress has been erased, I’m beyond gutted for them. Hope this is temporary but I’ve got a horrid feeling this is 2016 again.

Aston Martin - I…again don’t know what to say…I mean Stroll did get P12 but the pace of that was horrendous. As bad as Mclaren. With all due respect Hulk, he isn’t their main driver so I understand his place. But I can’t bare Seb being P17 and I wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted nothing to do with the team after that lol 😂 (can everyone on stop saying Seb is gonna retire? Mans had a simulator built for him. He’s not going anywhere!! FUCK off with your retire bullshit! Where’s this for anyone else lol?) let’s hope these guys can pull themselves back up the grid! Where has that racing point pace gone?!

Redbull - I got nothing other than Karma did it’s sweet fucking job today!!! 😂🙌🏻😂

Bonus highlight - Alex! - can we just appreciate how well he did too?! For a car that’s also Merc powered, having a seemingly hard time for pace and not been in the car racing for year, He did a decent job. Outperformed his teammate! Glad he’s back!

It is clear that the Mercedes powered cars have problems. Called this be a PU problem? Potentially, but there has to be more wrong with Mclaren and AM for them be so atrocious. Either way. Mercedes are lacking on the PU front. Which is very concerning if we want our Silver Arrows up front.

I’m hoping for some minor improvements for next week for the teams (except Redbull lol) but realistically I don’t think we could see any changes until Australia. Even then the cars will still be needing major work.

Proud of everyone today on the track! Here’s to Saudi Arabia! Where we get Seb Seb back and Where my PTSD will probably kick in from the atrocity of last years race lol 💚

[vixenpen]

Yoooo poly Bakusquad ✨immaculate✨ the flavor👌🏽 how do think the squad would be wanting to add another person in their poly but they and bakugou don’t get along but start to warm up to eachother I live for the chaos ngl

Poly! Bakusquad💥⚡️🦈👽📦 x GN Reader

You’ve known the entire crew since high school, but it wasn’t until you guys reconnected as adults (and began your careers did you began considering them as partners)

There was something to love about all of them

Mina’s bubbly personality (she was always dropping by on her breaks in full costume to chat and brighten up your day)

Kaminari’s consideration (the most likely to come over with icecream and prepare for cuddles when you’re sick)

Sero’s level headedness (you could always blow off steam about your job, family, or friend drama and expect him to have a reasonable bit of great advice)

Kirishima’s chivalry. (He believed in the holding car and restaurant doors, putting you on the inside when walking along the sidewalk, paying the bill ALWAYS) the whole nine yards

Yes you loved everybody in the crew, except Bakugo

Group chat: Goodnight everyone not names Bakugo 😘😌

KingExplosionMurder: OI TF IS UR PROBLEM?

Y/N has changed KingExplosionMurder’s name to Loud Mouth McAsshole

👽: SKSKSKSKSKS OMG! Bye!

💥: fucking seriously?! 🤬🤬🤬

📦: well, I mean you are kind of a loud mouth

💥: SHUT UP!

⚡️: I told you if you treat people like that you weren’t going to get anywhere, Katsu

💥: fuck off!

Tried to pretend it doesn’t bother him that you hate him, but...it bothers him

The Real Ground Zero; Good morning to everyone except y/n

🦈: Really dude? 😑

👽: that’s peak petty 🙄

💥: SERIOUSLY?!?! You guys let THEM say that shit, but I can’t.

📦: we just want you guys to get along. You have more in common than you realize

💥: The hell we do!

But group dates are inevitable, and when you all decide to take a group cooking course together, you and Bakugo realize you actually do have a lot in common.

Y/n: no, no, Kaminari, that’s not what it means to shock the greens.

⚡️: but that’s what the teacher said

💥: 🙄 dumb ass, shocking the greens means putting them in an ice bath

👽: but that’s like the exact opposite of shocking 😕

Y/n: 🤦🏾‍♀️ I stg you two have one brain cell shared between you and it be working hard af

💥: 😂😂😂😂

⚡️:😣ouch

👽:😫 Mean!

You and Bakugo slowly explain how shocking the hot veggies in an ice bath draw out a pretty green color. And watch as your air headed partners finally get it

But from that moment on, you and Bakugo start to warm up to each other through your shared love of food, pettiness, and shit talking

Pretty soon the two of you become the two closest in the group

[seokmins]

(ehem, I read your carrd and was astounded to see another INFJ '01 liner like sksksksksk hiiii, idk if I ever mentioned it before but what the fuckity fuck ☹️🖤)

I have, dear Elv, come to present you a lil dokyeom imagine since my creative juices are drier than the sahara and this writer's block is stuck to me like a freaking leech and I can't write it rn so I'll just go ahead and present you the idea that never left my mind ever since our convo about ur name.

so, imagine a fae dokyeom, with pointy ears that have little diamonds crusting the edges, a lot of iridescent glitter at the temples, and colour changing eyes with all shades of brown that are ever possible. He's one of the light fae, so he always wears pearl white shirts (like the one in xcaliber) and his collarbones are always exposed where he keeps little flowers there because their scent makes him smile. His sings of course, and he's the one responsible to wake up the fae village every dawn with a morning song, and send them to sleep with a lullaby, so he flies up to the tower with his translucent, greenish wings and amplifies his voice so everyone could hear.

what's interesting though is that dokyeom, our sunshine, has fae dust with different purposes, one is for truth, one is for love, one is for kindness. he has trouble navigating his feelings, so when he wants to express himself, he does a little trick where the other can't see him for five seconds, and he blows fairy dust onto them, so they can understand his feelings better lest he mumbles or stutters. And here's the catch; he's got a crush on one of the dark fae in the neighboring village.

He becomes a nervous mess every time she shows up around, and often times runs to hide because he knows he'll start babbling non-stop and the fae dust on his temples would glow pink with shyness. One day he doesn't run away when the dark fae with her black glittery wings comes and says hello, and instead of dipping his hand into the little pouch of 'kindness' fae dust, he accidentally takes a lot of 'love' fae dust and immediately starts confessing his crush to her!

I can already see how the diamonds on his ears would radiate red and he'd attempt to fly away on the spot, scolding himself for his nerves. And I just feel like that's insanely cute.

and thank you very much.

EBONIIIIIIIII 🧚🏻‍♀️

Choking on fairy dust like rn honestly!! This is so cute? 😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭😭❤️ PLS I absolutely adore the diamond crustings on his ears I am utterly devastated at this visual of him in a white shirt w/ flowers 😭😭😭 falling flower dokyeom when will u return bby?? And his job? He'd love it sm omg 🥺🥺🥺 imagine living in the fae world and being woken up and then sang lullabies at night omg I'd sleep so well for once in my lifeeeee

His lil fairy dust feelings got me FEELING things 😭 DEVASTATED AT HIM TURNING RED AFTER HE CONFESSES HIS FEELINGS I WANT THIS SO BAD 😤

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

How would haikyuu bois react to reader who quite likes to drink but absolute lightweight (like get tipsy after one can of shitty beer, red flush face, head throbbing, more giggly, and even more braver in saying weird stuff than she already does when she is totally sober) (yEp tHat's ToTaLLy nOt Me)

Could u make it into hcs that include tsukki, osamu and any other bois that u want?

Thank you!!

HQ with lightweight S/O

A/N: sksksksksks I love this

Tsukki

He finds it annoyingly funny

So you’ll start drinking

And he’s like “y/n don’t do it you know how you get”

But do you listen? Absolutely not

That’s the annoying part

After like half a drink your already buzzed

And that’s where shit gets funny

Cause oh boy do you get BOLD

You start roasting practically everyone in your path

And Tsukki just enjoys the show for a bit

Cause come on, he loves watching you absolutely destroy his teammates

Until you start trying to roast him...

That’s when he decides your too drunk

And he just picks you up and takes you home

Literally

Just picks your ass up

And takes you home

Gives you that “I told you so” look when you have a hangover

4/10 at least he makes sure you get home safe

Osamu

Sigh

Another one who warns you before hand

You still don’t listen 🥲

But unlike Tsukki he’ll stay at the party for a little longer

Hey, mans wants to have fun too ok

But he’s been with you long enough

So he comes to these kind of events PREPARED

I’m talking water,food,pain medicine, you name it

What he’s never prepared for...

Is the fucking weird shit you say

One time you started going off on how Osamu isn’t real and he’s just Atsumus clone

*Cue disappointed Osamu face*

He will take you home after you legit can’t even stand straight

Definitely tells you all the stupid shit you did the next morning

But is the king of taking care of you the morning after ❤️

We’re talking breakfast in bed type treatment here

10/10 takes care of you as best he can

Akaashi

Oh he won’t let you

No if’s ands or buts about it

He stopped letting you drink after a...interesting party

Let’s just say you drank much more than your tolerance would allow

You started throwing hands with this one guy...

Before running to the bathroom and vomiting everywhere

I mean you won the fight but that’s not the point

Yeah...not a good night for akaashi

Oh and don’t even get me started on the morning after

More like the day after

Yes, you drank so much that you were sick for the ENTIRE day

And who had to take care of you?

Exactly Akaashi did

On the rare occasion he does let you drink it’s at his house

And you only get ONE drink

6/10 buzzkill but only because he cares

Suna

Oof

He lets you drink as much as you want

And then records you

That’s it

Mf has MULTIPLE videos of you drunk on his phone

And if you EVER send him messages when your drunk

He screenshots them

Has a whole ass album of photos/videos of you drunk

And he shows people them too

He thinks it’s funny

-5/10 come on bro