#he’s gonna burrito himself lol

[sargetblu]

It's an eternity in there

Why does that sound familiar!?

[lizzerswillpoststuffmethinks]

I'm so eepy RAAAAHHH

[heartsoji]

haikyuu boys with an s/o who's really scared of horror movies

pairings: iwaizumi x reader, oikawa x reader, tsukishima x reader, bokuto x reader

a/n: lol this is me i actually cannot with horror like at all

warnings: post-timeskip in iwaizumi's

iwaizumi hajime

iwaizumi's pretty good with horror movies

occasionally, he'll be a little caught off-guard with a sudden jumpscare, but he's pretty much fine otherwise

now YOU..

you are not ok.

you are screaming, hiding, and tearing up

he honestly doesn't really understand what's so scary about them

since i hc iwaizumi to be a realist, he'd be like

it's a movie. it was filmed. those are actors. it's so obvious none of that stuff could ever happen in real life

still, he understands that you're really scared and tries his best to comfort you

time to put those beefy athletic trainer arms to work

he lets you cling onto them for the whole movie and lets you use then as a stress ball

iwaizumi's a traditional, old school, cheesy hopeless romantic. convince me otherwise.

therefore, his method of comfort usually comes in the form of soothing words and back rubs in his arms

its actually quite nice. he lets you scream into his titties (HE HAS TITTIES AND THEYRE MORE ROCK SOLID THAN REGINA GEORGE'S MOM'S. CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.)

when you're truly scared scared (like heart pounding, sobs racking ur body, you're def gonna get rlly bad nightmares type of scared scared)

he will probs turn it off bc he thinks that no movie ending is worth this much terror

he cares about you a lot, after all. he thinks its slightly amusing when you're screaming your head off at the obviously fake blood, but he would never want you to be fearful for real

rubs your back and whispers soothing words into your ear

"its ok" "i'm right here" "don't worry, i'd protect you if they ever came" type of stuff

after you've calmed down a bit, he'll try to make you laugh

jokes, tickles, anything, really!

he hates seeing you scared. he just wants you to be happy

10/10. marry me sir.

oikawa tooru

lol

hate to break it to you but

tooru is equally as scared of horror movies

you guys have to cuddle up in blanket burritos together and scream at every jumpscare

honestly you both only make it through the movie through sheer willpower

if you're crying, he'll try to comfort you, but tbh he's pretty damn scared himself

however, once the movie is over, he's totally fine

movie forgotten. out of memories. what movie should you guys watch next?

but YOU

you're still crying

you're still really shaken up

you're def gonna have nightmares

he takes that opportunity to be the manly man he is and swoops you up bridal style

he's very charming. he looks at you in the most dazzling, heart-melting way

lol boy u were just crying too stfu

he cuddles you close, and just like iwa, whispers sweet words into your ear

however, unlike iwa, they're much more...childish? playful? how to describe them..

"it'll be ok. your big, strong, boyfriend will protect anything that tries to hurt his princess" "*dramatic gasp* YOU DON'T THINK I'M CAPABLE OF FIGHTING IT OFF BY MYSELF? HOW COULD YOU UNDERESTIMATE ME LIKE THIS? THIS.. THIS IS BETRAYAL" "they don't even look that strong. im sure i could hit a volleyball at one and it would rip into two!"

stuff like that

he would make sure to cuddle you extra close that night

overall, he's pretty fun and is good at making everything seem less serious. 8.5/10!

tsukishima kei

honestly, he's as affected by horror movies at the average guy

he doesn't find them as terrifying as oikawa, but he's definitely not as unaffected as iwaizumi

but you'd never know that

why?

he just hides his emotions really, really well

also he just sometimes focuses on the wall behind the tv and drowns out the voices

he just sits through them and bears them, basically

now, why? why in the world would he do this when he doesn't even enjoy it?

to make fun of you, duh. shouldn't that have been obvious?

when you leap 30ft out of your seat into the air, he laughs at you

he'll even add onto your fear by like grazing your opposite shoulder when you aren't looking and pretending he didn't do it

hes a brat

but honestly, he partially enjoys it when you spring onto him at the jump scares, no matter how much he denies it

as we all know, the boys a lil shy about asking for affection

with horror movies, he gets your affection without even asking for it! yay!

but once the movies over, if you're really shaken up, he'll use his giant beanpole arms and spoon you until you fall asleep

but then he'll be an ass about it the following week

pokes, grabs, jabs you and will say,

"huh? it wasn't me. maybe it was the (wtv villain or ghost or spirit or wtv from the movie)!"

2/10. makes fun of you and makes the movie even scarier tbh. the 2 points r only bc of the comfort he gives after its over.

bokuto koutaro

like most things in life, bokuto goes between two extremes, and never crosses into the middle

he's either having super insane cut shots that go BOOM

OR he's doing awful and is in his emo mode

same thing with this

he either isn't affected by it at all and just laughs

or he screams when the character breathes a lil too heavily

now, if he thinks the movie's not scary at all, he's pretty good to watch with if you're super scared

during the scary parts, he lets you cling onto his beefy arm while he just watches the movie in amusement

like there's a really scary scene where there's a huge jumpscare into the most climatic scene in the movie and you're burying your face into his arm but in the background you just hear:

"HAHAHAHAHA! Y/N Y/N! YOU GOTTA SEE THIS! HE'S...HE'S GETTING CHASED BY THIS GREY LITTLE CHILD! HAHAHAHA ITHIHIHIT'S EYES LOOK LIKE TAPIOCAAHAHAAHA"

"oh the grey little child is smiling! it's kinda cute! why is the main character guy sweating? he looks like me right after a long game"

"why'd the grey little child pull a purple thing out of his throat? what's that? i wonder what it tastes like though..i think it would be a thick gummy texture, but maybe a little gooey on the inside. definitely grape-flavored. the really sweet artificial good one. oh.. now i want a gummy!"

yeah

he definitely makes it less scary because he makes all the scary stuff seem really stupid

honestly pretty nice. you might not get as many nightmares because of him

now

when he's terrified, he's more terrified than you

*main character sneezes* "AHHHHHHH"

think oikawa x 800

mhm

honestly, you kind of have to take the comfort role even though you're deathly afraid of horror movies

"kou, he's just walking. its ok."

honestly he makes it seem less scary like this too because it forces you to see why the movie isn't actually that scary because you have to find out the reasons to comfort him

8.7/10. a sweetie

[j0kers-light]

Okay that head canon about y/n getting sick and J worrying over her was precious 🥹 What if the tables were turned and J got bad sick and refused to take care of himself?

-🍄

My beloved 🍄 anon!! How I have missed you!

You stay providing me with amazing ideas! sick!reader was fun to write! So let’s explore a sick!Joker! This big baby… I’m gonna have fun with this one. 🖤✨as always enjoy enjoy!!

Joker does not get sick. He is far too busy to be bogged down with such a trivial thing as germs. Who do they think they are anyway?

Sure he's not superhuman but you would think all that time spent messing with chemicals and stuff would make him immune?

NOPE! Baby boy gets hit with the common cold and he’s out for weeks. It’s almost funny if not for the fact that Joker fighting for his life.

If only Batman knew a common cold could have J waving a white flag. 🥴

Unlike you Joker accepts rather quickly that he's sick and needs to sit his butt down somewhere.

That doesn't mean that decision is instantaneous. He ignores minor symptoms too. 🙄🙄

Like an itchy throat, watery eyes, a splitting headache. HE'S FINE. Joker powers through as if nothing is wrong. 👀 (sound familiar?)

Frost is the first to raise an eyebrow as the days progress and Joker doesn’t improve. He hints that J might be coming down with something only to be ignored. Frost tried to warn him.. 🤦🏾‍♀️

Just imagine Joker hosting a meeting like mid theatric speech and suddenly.. he sneezes.

Mac secretly took a video to send to you later because Joker looked too cute!

Joker and just about everyone in attendance was shocked at the comical (and adorable) sneeze that comes out this scary man.

👁️ 👄 👁️ them goons were shooketh girl lol

Joker threatens to murder anyone if they laugh but a snicker does escape when J sneezes again and almost bangs his head against the table (I'm fighting back tears anon! 🤣)

One glance at Frost has the meeting adjourned because they gotta drop Joker off at your place. He can't terrorize Gotham City like this!

That poor baby is a mess! Joker is sweating through his greasepaint, his nose is running like Usain Bolt, and he swears that Bane is punching him in the head. 😀 yup he’s sick.

It's time to go when Joker passes out in front of Frost, Mac, and Neo after one sneeze too many.

There's only one person they trust to look after Joker. Are you up for the challenge?

Frost is a big guy, but even he is struggling to carry Joker into your apartment. He called earlier explaining that Joker wasn't feeling too well so you left the front door unlocked.

You thought that meant Joker got hurt while out being a menace to society. That you could deal with. Some bandaids and a proper scolding, always did the trick.

You weren’t expecting Frost to dump your semi-unconscious lover onto your couch like a sack of potatoes. Joker looks almost unrecognizable and you fear the worst seeing how weak he is.

His hooded eyes take you in and a groggy, "Bunny.... I'm dying!" escapes his lips before you lock eyes with Frost.

"He has a cold."

😀 Lawd help us. If you thought Joker was a drama queen before Chile.. This grown man acts like a child staying home from school with pneumonia rather than a cold.

J has transformed himself into a blanket burrito with only his freckled face exposed. And he look so pitiful.

He can't breathe out of his nose anymore which has turned scarlet red since he doesn't use the tissues you bought him, (you yell at him to stop using his sleeves!) and he takes random naps as his immune system tries to fight off this infection. It’s doing a terrible job.

A common cold last a few days at most. A full week and a half later, and Joker is still in the trenches.

This is when you start to worry and take his illness more seriously.

Feed a cold, starve a fever so you work overtime to nurse your man back to health. You prepare the best homemade soups, arrange all the tv marathons J could ever want, you even sneak him medicine with tried and true motherly tactics.

J refused to take medicine so you cave and buy him jello, applesauce, pudding etc. as a compromise.

Little does he know, you crushed the pills inside 🤫 In short, you watch over Joker like a hawk.

He orders you to stay away stating, 'he doesn't want his Bunny getting sick' but in the same breath, he makes you cuddle with him on the couch. J falls asleep using you as his personal teddy bear and you are totally okay with that.

Anything to help him sleep and recover faster.

The worst phase comes along when you wrestle out of Joker’s arms to grab the thermometer, and his voice stops you in your tracks.

"Ma? Is... is that you?"

Joker is delirious and you shouldn't take advantage of him when he's so out of it but what's the harm in feeding into his delulu? Its not like he'll remember anyway..

You weakly smile and reply. "Hush baby, I'll be right back."

J begins another coughing fit and has air remaining to steal yours with a single sentence. "No, I don't wanna be alone."

He sounds so weak, like a child confessing their worst fears to an adult. What kind of person can ignore a plea like that? You can't that’s for sure.

You’ll check his temperature later. Right now, Joker needs you. You crawl back into Joker's arms and he immediately wraps them around you.

"Don't... l-leave." His voice is breaking your heart, he sounds so scared!

You smooth J’s hair away to cup his face. You washed away all the harsh makeup and sweat days ago so you’re free to admire his natural beauty in all its glory.

Even fighting a cold, he's so handsome looking up at you with those glassy eyes of his. You doubt he recognizes you right now. Only you are allowed to see Joker so vulnerable.

Only you can take care of him and it’s an honor you’ll never take for granted.

"I’m not going anywhere." You promise.

[soralymystaken]

My headcanons on the ninja’s favorite foods / diets because I am so normal about these characters.

Cole - Cake. I don’t think I have to explain this. It couldn’t be more canon lmao. If I had to pick a particular cake as his favorite, he’s definitely one of those people who adores chocolate lava cakes. I think that and red velvet are is favorites. I also feel like he has a very high spice tolerance.

Zane - In my headcanon, nindroid!zane does not need to eat, so he doesn’t really have a favorite food. For human!zane, I feel like he would have very expensive taste. I think my pick for his favorite would be lobster. No reason why, just my thoughts.

Jay - Jay was easily the hardest to pick. I faintly remember him saying he liked Chen’s Noodles, so I could pick something like ramen as his favorite food, but while I think that fits, I think all of the ninja really like Chen’s Noodles. The food that comes to find for me, although it has 0 basis in canon, is burritos. I feel like he loves the amount of food there is, the fact that it is “easy to eat,” and the fact that “there are so many different configurations that it’s practically a different food every time.” Oh, and dino nuggets. No explanation needed.

Nya - Nya loves sushi, and you can fight me on that fact. While this makes things kind of hard as Jay is kind of scared of the concept of eating raw food, Jay still will eat it with her and Nya is still obsessed. Also enjoys mac and cheese when no one is looking lol.

Kai - Okay, this section is gonna have a lot of angst and I’m not apologizing for that. Kai and Nya never had much to eat, but Kai always made sure Nya had food on the table. In fact, one year on Nya’s birthday, he surprised her with by going with her to get (albeit cheap) sushi. He claimed he felt sick, though, so he didn’t eat any. In reality, though, he had only saved enough for Nya, and seeing her happy was a million times better than the food itself. As for his personal taste, Kai isn’t very picky when it comes to food. Growing up, almost everything he ate was rice, as that was what was grown where he lived. This has led him to really disliking rice, due to its unsavory memories. One of Kai’s favorite foods, funny enough, is pizza. This is primarily due to, when Kai had some extra money and Nya was unfed, he would order himself a pizza as a treat. This basically never happened as Kai always felt guilty spending money on himself when it could have gone to Nya, but it’s led to pizza being very important to Kai now that he has enough money to afford it.

Lloyd - I have a lot of thoughts on Lloyd. Firstly, as proven by canon, Lloyd has a major sweet tooth. I wouldn’t give candy as his favorite food since I feel it is too broad, and I don’t have a specific candy to give him because he likes all candy equally. I also feel like he quite likes junk food. Similarly to Kai, Darkley’s didn’t have a ton of food options, so fast food was the cheapest and easiest option for Lloyd. However, unlike Kai, he still finds comforts in the foods he ate as a child. Finally, when I was drafting ideas for this post, for some reason I had Lloyd’s as green bean casserole, and I have no logical explanation for this, but I cant unsee it. My explanation I’m giving is, whenever there was a potluck/bring your own food type events, he always brought really bad green bean casserole just to annoy people and still has some fondness for it because of that. Oh, and dino nuggets for him too. Again, no explanation needed.

[loveydoveylex]

I am REALLY sick right now and it sucks SO bad and I just want to Explode and I'm thinking about rayman cuddles to feel better... he'd absolutely risk getting sick himself just to make me feel better hhshdjshskd. he's just an absolute sweetheart. he'd also pamper me like crazy - he gets VERY protective and extra affectionate when I'm ill!

anything I'd want, he'd get me lol. tea? soup? he's bringing them in before I even ask. he'd also gladly be my heated blanket and just. hold me and rock me back and forth and kiss me everywhere. again, he's gonna risk getting sick himself, but he doesn't care lmAO.

and on the topic of him holding me, I've never really paid it much mind before, but y'know what? his hands are HUGE! he could hold me like a burrito...

[amazingmsme]

ughhh i’m so starving for curtwen tkl stuff bc like no other blogs talk about it that i can find 😭😭😭 anything else you haven’t posted like hcs or just ideas?

YOU & ME BOTH BABE! Seriously I’m fucking starved for curtwen fluff & like come the hell on people, Curt is canonically ticklish! “Deathly” so, in his own words, I just want to see more stuff where these badass spies get reduced to helpless giggles!

Kinda hard to keep track of everything I’ve said on here, so I’ll try not to repeat myself lol. If I do, then it was so good it was meant to be read twice

There’s so many different ways they could’ve found out the other’s ticklish, but that’s what makes it so great. The possibilities are endless! The most important part is the end result

Either way, whoever found out first made the discovery while on a mission. Maybe they saved them from an interrogation, or maybe they were the interrogator 😈

I just think it would be hilarious if Curt found out Owen’s ticklish first & becomes a horrible little fiend until Owen finally snaps & gives him a taste of his own medicine, but it could absolutely work if the roles were reversed. Owen would just try to be more sly about it he ain’t slick tho, he’s pretty obvious when he’s in a ler mood

Like I said, the man always has that giant damn feather in his jacket to tease Curt whenever he feels like it

Idc if I sound crazy, but Owen’s laugh just sounds British like wtf is up with that?

Curt is surprisingly easy to fluster, Owen can have him blushing in seconds

Owen is a blanket hog & burritos himself in all the damn covers, leaving a poor, shivering Curt with no other choice but to tickle him until he can get some covers back

Curt honestly can’t get enough of it, but he’s too embarrassed to admit it so he just annoys Owen until he snaps

If he thinks you’re gonna get him he already starts curling in on himself & fighting off giggles. He just gets to nervous & giddy

Ok but his nose scrunches up when he giggles & Owen thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world

For the lovesick fools they are, they’re also dorks with an insatiable appetite for mischief & a mean streak to match. All that so say their tickle fights are downright ruthless. Seriously, don’t try breaking them up

They go all out on their fake interrogations & they really ham it up & have fun with it because it’s literally all just a game to them. What started out as playful revenge for a work rivalry became the highlight of any mission when it occurred

Curt loves being the little spoon because Owen always ends up tickling him

Hope these can suffice! There seriously isn’t enough curtwen content! We need more spy boys!

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Day 29: Wake Up!

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𝖑𝖊𝖊: Changbin

𝖑𝖊𝖗: Seungmin

𝖙𝖜: wake up tickles, FRICKING CUTE I LOVE THIS *ahem*, some swearing i think

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @dandyboyseungmo @leeknowstan33 @vale-143@wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday

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“Did you wake up?” (day6 lol) Seungmin sing-songed, walking into his hyung’s room to bother him, of course. 

Just to be met with the cutest sight to see in the morning. 

Changbin was snuggled up in multiple layers of blanket, clutching a dwaekki plush between his hands, lips in a small pout as he slept peacefully. 

Of course, Seungmin was out to ruin that peace. 

But not before snapping a pic of his cute hyung, duh. He couldn’t wait to tease the older about the offending photo. 

“Hyung-ahh~” Minnie teased, wiggling his fingers into the rapper’s neck. 

The younger smiled when he heard cute snickers from the bundle of blankets. 

“Seungmin leave me aloneeee!” Changbin whined in a husky voice. 

“Nah. I’m bored, you’re gonna wake up and entertain me.” Seungmin gasped dramatically when Changbin shook his head. 

“Do you want me to get Chan hyung? He’ll tickle you to death if you don’t get up now!” Minnie threatened, watching as the rapper squirmed in fear. 

“Nooo! Chan’s gone out anyway, I heard the door close.” Changbin closed his eyes, going back to sleep. 

Until Seungmin decided that he had had enough. “Fine, if I can’t get Chan hyung, then i’ll get Minho hyung!” He pouted and turned around. 

Changbin didn’t think too much of it. Anyway, if Seungmin decided to tattletale on him, Minho will wreck him for that anyway. 

Sure enough, he heard loud laughter from the other room. 

He knew it was Seungmin. ‘Gosh, why was he so loud?’

Changbin closed the blankets over himself just as a red-faced Seungmin entered the room yet again. 

“Hyung, you have 5 seconds…”

“1, 2, 3, 4…and 5” Seungmin groaned at the emptiness of his threat. 

Changbin’s eyes snapped open when he felt an unbearable ticklish sensation starting at his thighs and travelling up under his shirt. 

“naaHAHAHA! SEUHUHUNGMIN!” He screeched, thrashing around in the blankets just to find that they had tightened around him like a burrito. 

Binnie’s eyes squeezed shut as loud laughter escaped his throat. He tried to thrash away, the light pinching at his bare stomach drove him mad. 

“ahaha! stohohop! ihim trying to go toho sleheheheep!” Changbin giggled as the pinching stopped, just for the unbearable scratching to begin at his knees. 

Seungmin grunted when the rapper’s foot kicked out, hitting him in the side. It tickled more than hurt, but the rapper was apologetic anyway. 

So Seungmin caught the flailing limb, scratching methodically at the wiggling sole. 

“NOOOHOHOHO! LEHEHEAVE MEHE AHAHALONE!” Binnie cackled as the scribbling began to spread throughout his inner body. 

“No can do. I’m gonna keep going until you get up…” Seungmin began to swirl at the foot with his fingertip, trying to calm the older down. 

After all, he didn’t want to give the rapper a sore throat in the morning. However, in Changbin’s case, it tickled way worse.

“OKAAHAHAY! FIHIHIHINE! IHI’LL GEHEHET UHUHUP! JUHUHUST PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!” Changbin screamed uncontrollably. 

Seungmin let up, watching as the rapper sat up, and suddenly bolted at the younger, eliciting screams and more laughter. 

It was not a quiet morning at the dorm.

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i hope you enjoyed this fic! have a spooky october! ✨🎃

[void-botanist]

🍌☕️🥖🥐🍦 for Sorian, Sidney & Avis :3

Thank youuuu :3

🍌 If your oc would pick a yoghurt or something like it, would they rather 1) eat plain yoghurt 2) eat flavored yoghurt or 3) eat yoghurt with the fruit bits in it.

Sorian: if it doesn't have a flavor, what's the point. He'll make it some kind of flavor himself if he has to.

Sid: fruit bits, but his favorite way to eat yogurt is plain with honey granola. His mom is always like "oh that's so healthy of you" and he's always like "leave me alone it just tastes good".

Avis: she doesn't super like yogurt to be honest but the best stuff is the fruit stuff.

☕️ Does your oc eat anything between lunch and dinner? How often?

Sorian: he cannot deny himself a little treat, even if the treat is just the half-broken granola bar in his pocket. He dissuades himself a bit from taking snack breaks when he's working, but only a bit.

Sid: always. Mostly because he's the one cooking lunch and dinner, but even when he's not, it's hard to break the habit.

Avis: she tries not to, because she wants to have eaten meals that were really worth her time and she thinks that she shouldn't want a snack if that's the case, but sometimes she does anyway.

🥖 What's their favorite kind of bread?

Sorian: he's a big fan of any breads that have fruits or flavor swirls in them, like bara brith.

Sid: brioche, but more importantly, any bread can be the best bread if it's warm and fresh.

Avis: she's a big fan of flatbreads, but her most favorite one is probably just whichever one she's having right now. Still, naan and injera are particular favorites.

🥐 Your oc is given a chance to order a breakfast from cafe - what do they order? Would they actually do that?

Sorian: there is a cafe on campus that he likes to hang around. He would get some manner of savory spiced latte and whichever thing in the pastry case catches his fancy, which is probably a coffee cake or seed bread or filled donut.

Sid: he's more a fan of bakeries than cafes, but he'd still go to one. He'd get a fruit danish or something similar and probably a decaf frappe, because he doesn't really do coffee, but it smells so good…

Avis: cafes are really not her vibe but she'll get an unflavored latte and maybe one of their more substantial options, a sandwich or a breakfast burrito or something.

🍦 Your oc wakes up at night, feeling hungry. Do they go eat? If yes, what will they eat?

Sorian: he's not gonna be able to sleep like this. What he eats depends on what's in his fridge. He'd prefer to just pick up some cold leftovers but he doesn't always have that. Maybe he'll just eat some space Biscoff until he's ready to go back to sleep.

Sid: he doesn't want to get up, because his bed is warm and what if he somehow wakes his parents, but it's better than being hungry. He makes himself a piece of toast with his homemade jam.

Avis: depends on how hungry she is. She will often arse herself to get out of bed and eat something but that something ranges from one (1) slice of white bread made into a ball to an entire can of cold soup. She just wants it to take minimal energy and focus.

Soravis taglist lol: @vacantgodling @kk7-rbs

[missingn000]

I was wondering how the inspiration for this fanfiction was born??? Like??? Helloooo??? This is pure genius and poetical wit all wrapped in the same otherworldly burrito??? HELLOOO???

I was also wondering if you could also give us a little sneak peak or hint about some of the plans you have for Megumi? (My poor baby😭 GEGE GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HIM THIS IS A THREAT👹) And THANK YOU for giving us the Tsumiki arc Gege SHOULD’VE given us.

(No but I need to know your thoughts about the ongoing manga fight. It’s not a want, it’s a NEED love😭 Every time I think of my baby all curled up, CRYING HIS HEART OUT, hidden in the darkest, deepest part of himself basically wishing to disappear, I feel sick.)

I remember you said you wanted to post a certain chapter before june, did you end up doing it? (Was it the Sukuna introduction?) I’m so uncertain bc I’m not actually “following” the fic rn, just the updates, since I want to wait until it gets to the Toji-Megumi biofather-bioson mess of a reveal or the actual end if i’m brave enough (tho it really depends on how long this fic will be).

That said I read almost half of the fic during Christmas holidays and I’m in love with your mind. No I’m not kidding. There is something enchanting about your way with words.

Good luck on your new job!

ahh i'm so happy you like it!! if i had to point to one single thing that inspired tpg, it would be that one panel of maki and toji together in jjk chapter 149. it had come out a few weeks prior to me getting the idea, and i remember revolving it in my head like a microwave until the idea for toji raising maki just hit me!! i even remember where i was when i thought of the idea lol. i freaked out

for megumi, i really want to explore his thoughts on love. megumi is the type of person who doesn't overtly show his affections because he's so used to losing them the moment he does -- and yet he can't stop himself from feeling it. he def still has abandonment issues from what happened with toji, and as toji and megumi slowly realize their relation to each other, it's definitely going to be a challenge for megumi to accept

i did end up posting the chapter i wanted to post!! it was sukuna's introduction, yeah :) as for the megumi-toji reveal, you're gonna be waiting a long, long time, lol. that's what kicks off the final arc, and we have SO much to happen before then. so you should come join the fam :D i'm really happy you enjoyed it when you were reading it over the holidays, you're too kind!!! <333

[whatthefishh]

Delta Squared Chapter 1

A/N: So, this story is somewhat based off of Think Like a Man, I thought our favourite boys would fit these tropes quite nicely and wanted to write something fun and kinda silly! I hope can enjoy, even if you have seen the movie because I did make changes :) This will have several chapters, but hoping to keep it easy to follow. This chapter focuses on the boys and Benny. No smut, no warnings really except a few swear words. 2.4k words

It all starts sometime in May, the boys’ weekly outing causing the fates to set you up in front of the TV at just the right time. Well, sort of started then. 

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(01:23 am) Tom wtffff

(01:23 am) im hiding in the bathroom from that weird girl who smelled like burritos next to us

(01:24 am) can i come out yet

(01:26 am) dunno

(01:26 am) but brb

(01:26 am) santi’s helping me get this girl off my back

(01:26 am) so the one who was basically following me is gone?

(01:28 am) also what youre engaged

(01:28 am) just show her a pic of Mads

(01:30 am) true lol

(01:31 am) im just gonna come back

(01:31 am) if shes standing right outside the bathroom ill scream

(01:32 am) idk what ur talking about but will made a face so maybe he knows who you mean

(01:32 am) then again that might just be him pining

(01:32 am) for that girl

(01:32 am) who broke up with him bc he quit his job

(01:32 am) the one hes been "dating" for 2 weeks

(01:32 am) OH

(01:32 am) santi and fish are trying to tag team this girl

(01:32 am) tag team?

(01:32 am) santi and fish are drunk af

(01:32 am) doesnt mean theyre not gonna do it

(01:35 am) uh yeah it does but whatever im on my way

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Benny emerges from the haven of the bathroom, immediately making a beeline for the boys’ table. Thankfully, the girl who seemed to be at his elbow at every turn was nowhere to be seen. Even halfway across the bar, Benny could see Santiago chatting up some poor unsuspecting woman and wonders to himself with amusement which line he went with this time, the player that he is. He’s ridiculously successful at this, always has been, even in their time in Delta Force, his ability to charm anybody and everybody driving the boys nuts. Frankie had apparently given up the tag team idea, and let him run his game, choosing to watch from the sidelines. 

Benny checks his phone to see if he got a text from you, sending one out asking how you’re feeling. He feels bad for leaving you at home, sick, but you had insisted he go out with the boys, claiming you’ll join them next time. You two had been dating for years now, bordering on 8, your relationship having been an undefined thing at first due to his back and forth in the military. Once he had come back for good, it was almost too simple how you two had made things official, falling into a routine as easy as breathing. But still… he hadn’t proposed yet. 

You were a relatively successful hairstylist, owned your own salon, got along with the boys, matched his energy for all the dorky movies he was into, and incredibly chill with his energy it was almost too good to be true. You even dressed up with him in a couples costume of Han and Leia that one halloween, binging the movies with him throughout the month to prepare for the role. So, you could be forgiven for mistaking the little velvet box he got you last valentines day for a ring, screaming out “Yes!” until you opened it to see a simple but pretty pair of diamond studs. You didn’t understand why he was waiting, you two lived together, shared a car, planned for your future; the domesticity of your relationship was so deeply ingrained in your bones, everyone already assumed you were married until they noticed the empty space where your ring should be. You didn’t want to pressure him, though. He was your Benny, your best friend, and you loved him so much. Star Wars posters, figurines, and all. 

You flipped through the channels at home, eventually landing on Oprah, recognizing her guest as Steve Harvey, the host from Family Feud. 

“Welcome back, everybody. We are still here with best-selling author Steve Harvey. (Camera switch to Steve) - Well, what I try to get women to understand is that times have changed, but your playbook hasn't. I've gotten thousands of letters from all kinds of women who can't seem to find a man, keep a man or get what they want from their man. Until you understand how a man loves, how a man operates, how he thinks, until you get into the mindset of a man, you will never win with us in the game of love.”

Despite your better judgement, you stayed on the channel to see what new information he could possibly be adding to the world of love advice.

“We have a question in the audience. (camera turns to woman in the audience)- Hi, Steve. I've been living with my boyfriend for five years and he says that he loves me and he's fully committed. I guess what I want to know is, how come he hasn't popped the question?- (camera turns to Steve) He hasn't popped the question because you haven't required him to.” 

You roll your eyes at the pedantic answer, but stay listening to see if you could get anything useful out of this.

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Benny catches part of Santi’s words to the girl on his way to the table, and the tail end of it has him quickly covering his mouth to hide his laughter.

“I’m sorry, but Jesus has my heart.” The girl had said.

“Yeah, no, no, no, I get that. I love Jesus, too. They actually used to call me Pope back in the military,” Santiago countered, sure that he’d walk away with her number. 

“You boys won’t believe how Santi’s trynna pick up this girl,” Benny says, jerking his thumb over his shoulder as he joins the others at the table. 

“Oh I can already imagine it’s weird, she gave me crazy vibes just by the way she was trying to touch Tom’s beard after 2 seconds,” Frankie laughed. 

Santi returns to the table sooner than any of them would have guessed, and they assume he got shot down - rare, but it does happen. 

“No luck?” Will asks, a little eager to share his misery with someone else at the table. Will’s most recent venture into finding love ended as pathetically as his last; he was too much of a dreamer to keep a steady job after returning home. Apparently, the women he was going on dates with didn’t appreciate his goal of finding something he was passionate about. He just wanted someone to support him, the same way he would give his full support for his partner. 

Santiago looked at each of his friends’ faces and then broke out into a smug smile, “No, I got it. Cmon, you guys really thought I couldn’t? Have some faith.” 

The last comment had Benny cracking up again, and he checked his phone again to see if you’d replied. 

“How’s Daph doin’?” Will asks his little brother, eyes catching him checking his phone periodically. 

“She’s alright, she-” He starts but gets cut off by Fish.

“She's phenomenal, pendejo, we don’t understand why she’s with you,” Frankie laughs, and Santi joins in. 

“Nobody does! How good is your credit score? Do you even know how to check your credit score?” 

They all laugh at that, Benny included. 

“Daphne is amazing, you guys are right. She even loves my nerdy shit. Will doesn’t even like my nerdy shit,” Benny elbows his older brother. 

“You sure about that? Maybe she just loves you. Deep down inside, she’s probably thinking ‘this is some silly ass shit’” Tom counters with his eyebrows raised, challenging him. 

Out of them all, Tom had the least complicated relationship. He just wanted to make Madison happy, simple as that, and Mads felt the same towards him. He was usually the one giving level headed advice around the table whenever the boys would bring up their lady problems, and as much as they wouldn’t want to hear it at first, they usually conceded, knowing he was being reasonable. 

“Nah, I know her, alright? She is just as into all of that as I am.” 

The night goes on in a similar fashion, catching up and teasing, until Tom stands up, stating that he needs to get back to his fiancé, making the others groan in displeasure. 

“When's the wedding again, Tom? You’ll have all the time in the world, laaaaaater,” Santi gripes. 

“You guys still have to take me out for my Bachelor party, how do you not know when the wedding is? It’s next- No, you know what? You can figure it out and plan it when you’re sober, I’m heading out!”

They all chimed in for their goodbyes, knowing they’d see each other in a few days. Benny started to rise from his seat as well, finishing off the last of his beer before announcing his departure. 

“Gotta get back to my girl, she’s not feelin’ too well.” 

“Yeah, I should go, too, gotta pick up my kid from my mom tomorrow.” Frankie adds, also getting up from his place. 

Santiago and Will share a look which doesn’t go unnoticed by Frankie, who immediately gets defensive, “What?”

“Don’t lie to us Fish, you’re gonna go there tonight and she’s gonna give you your onesie and tuck you in the same way she does for your kid!” 

Santiago’s never let go of an opportunity to rip on Frankie’s relationship with his mother. Everybody knew he was a momma’s boy, but now he uses his daughter as an excuse for why he’s over all the time. She cooks all his meals, she does his laundry for him, they even have matching pyjamas which they wear on their movie nights together. He stops by on his way home from work because she’s made his favourite dish, or picked up those socks he likes from Costco. Santiago is only teasing but it’s become glaringly obvious that for all that he complains about being a single dad, Fish doesn’t really make time for another woman in his life. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Pope. Don’t come asking for her pie next time you’re over.”

“Now hey-” Threats were getting serious, Santiago had to back up a bit. 

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The first bomb had been dropped. 

The next day had you heading to your local bookstore, with your notebook in hand, filled with scribbles of tips from Steve. You had finished the episode of Oprah, surprised to have found some possibly useful ideas to push Benny to the next step in your relationship. Looking for his book, you tell yourself you’re not tricking him, you’re just trying to move forward in your life together. 

Settling in to read for a bit before Benny came home, you found the chapter that focuses on “The Non-committer”, aka your Golden Retriever boyfriend, which described how you need to require him to step up and propose. Your last birthday, the boys came over for dinner; they treated you like one of their own, which was wonderful! Except that it was your birthday, and you were dressed for a romantic dinner for two. You really were one of the boys. Speaking of which, you looked around, noticing how much your shared apartment looked like a college dorm room, one that housed several boys, not the sophisticated adult space you always envisioned. You develop an idea, one that might upset him but that will overall clean up the place and make it look like two working adults live there. There’s a used bong on his favoured side of the couch for fuck’s sake. 

Yeah, that’s it, the first move has already formed in your head, your calculating gaze sweeping across your living room making note of what you’re going to keep and what’s going in storage. The couch will have to wait for another day, you can’t lift it on your own.

Later that evening, Benny comes home while you’re making dinner, chicken wings and fries - not your guilty mind telling you to make his favourite, nope - and his joyful shout at the smell makes your stomach twirl happily. After all these years, his easy smile and comforting presence is still your favourite thing in the world and you want to never stop seeing it. On his way to kiss your cheek in greeting, he catches a glimpse of the drastically different living room space and stops mid-walk, body visibly frozen in shock. 

“Babe! Did we get robbed?! Where’s all of my posters, my figurines?! How did you not notice we got robbed?!!” He’s rushing to inspect the empty spaces.

“Relax, I just tidied up a bit,” you try to keep your voice even and light. “They’re safe, Vader’s safe. I just thought we could paint the living room.”

He exhales in relief, painting he could deal with, painting he could work with. 

“...and redecorate,” you say under your breath. 

“Redecorate?” Benny echoes, confusion taking up his pretty face. “I thought you liked that stuff, why would you wanna redecorate?”

Dropping the last of the wings into the deep fryer you turn to face him fully. “Because, Benny, it looks like we’re still in college. We’re adults, we make decent money, don’t you want this to look like a real home? One where all of our friends haven’t had sex on our couch?”

“What’s wrong with my couch?”

“Baby, it has duct tape holding the back together. We’ve literally had it for ages, and God knows how many times you’ve spilled your bong on it!”

“This couch has history!”

You just level him with a look, before showing him the couch catalogue you were browsing, pointing out the ones you thought he’d like. 

“I’d rather watch How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days with you again than couch shop,” Benny grumbles.

“I know you would because I caught you watching it by yourself a week later. Cmonnnn Benny, it smells so bad.”

“Okay, fine but listen I’m really bad at this. Can you just do it without me? I trust you to pick one. Please?” He leans in to kiss your cheek and heads straight for the deep fryer, gathering the rest of the food to set out for the two of you. 

Surprise colours your face but you’ll take the win. New couch, slightly more adult space, this was shaping up to be a productive evening. The two of you ate dinner, Benny making loud noises of enjoyment from the guilt-wings you made, watching your post-work show together. These are the moments you loved, the simple comfort of each other’s presence, of having your best friend there at the end of every day. 

[bw2]

Hi I’m hyper right now I just took my adderall cause I’m going to the water park in 2 hours and like I’ve had a total of 10 hours of sleep in the last two days. So I’m gonna gush about my night and my man of the month. Hi

Okay so last night I went out with my friend + nail girl Tori and her coworker Keona (I was really happy Keona joined us because she’s really cool. I like her a lot.) and like. We started at this one club and while we were getting drinks, I saw the guy who groped Tori and I a few weeks ago looking at us LOL. Then he and his buddy eventually approached us and was like “hey let’s get some shots” so the dude bought us all shots and he was acting super weird towards me and it made me feel so fucking autistic cause I don’t know how to react to like random people flirting with me when I’m sober. He kept reaching his hand out and every time I was like “what’s up?” And then he’d give me this one face and it was so confusing. God. Anyway he put my lime in my drink for me and was just acting really weird but I was too anxious to refuse the drink so I took the shot and then texted Keona that I was worried the guy put a roofie in it. She told me that she’s uncomfortable with the guys too and that she wants to get out so we grabbed Tori, Keona said super bitchy thing to them, then walked out. THEN we ran into some girls Tori knows and we told them about the guys. And they were like “we will start shit” then eventually the guys come out and start hanging out on the sidewalk and like looking at us. Then Tori and those girls started yelling at them LOOOL.

Around the same time, this guy approaches Keona and I and is like “hey so my friend is over there selling bracelets, but business is really slow tonight. If I give you $10 will you buy one from her? It’ll mean a lot to her” so then Keona and I grabbed Tori and we looked at the girl’s bracelets and I used his $10 to buy one. It was sooooo sweet of him to like do that for her. The seller was really nice too and she looked so happy when I bought it! It was such a good moment. This is the bracelet btw! Super cute

Then we went to another club and Tori ran into some woman she knows and the woman’s work friends. They let us have free white claws LMAOO. Some middle aged guy who was in the group was talking to me and like he was attractive and rich but like I remembered I was gonna snap Chase (my mixed boy monday) and say “omgggggg are you downtown!? I think I just saw you” cause he told me the other day he was gonna be busy on Saturday night and like where else would a 23 year old who lives super close to downtown do on a Saturday night. BUT. Right as I opened my to phone to take the snap, he texted me asking me what I’m doing. I told him to come to the club I was in, but he was in the club next door with this guy who was wasted and didn’t wanna leave him so I told my friends where I was going and just went to the club he was in but like it took me 20 minutes to find him cause I didn’t realize he was in the middle of the dance floor crowd. I was so pissed while looking for him but I eventually found him and then like 15 or so minutes later we went to the club Tori was at and like I was so worried that he was gonna ditch me LOL like I held in my pee cause I thought he was going to. I was also worried he was gonna think Tori’s hotter than me and ghost me aster.

Anyway we like were talking about leaving and I told him I’ll drive us to his place cause I was sober and the last drink I had was at 11:45 ish and it was 1:15 at that point. I guess Tori was sitting on a couch kinda by us and sent me this LOLLLL

he’s straight btw

Then. We eventually left and he was like “oh shit I want a hot dog” so he got himself a burrito thing from a hot dog stand and also ordered me fries ? I told him I’m not eating tonight but like he was faded and ordered them anyway. Then told me that I told him to get them for me!? When he was ordering I was talking to this gay couple and their lesbian friend and they were all so cool and funny.

Then I joined Chase in food pickup line and we were talking and stuff and I mentioned how I took my full adderall dose at 4 pm and had an energy drink so I was super on edge before coming out and he was like “yeah I found Mexican Ritalin on the floor at work” !?!!?!!??!??? also he kept talking about like how good I looked and how attracted to me he is and like how I’m the best he’s ever had and stuff and like. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

He like got his food and we sat while he ate and he was like “dude why did you get yourself those fries if you aren’t gonna eat them” he’s insane.

He kept trying make me eat the burrito but I was like “no dude I’m not eating tonight” and then he was like “wait. Are you lactose? You’re lactose! Lactose! Lactose!” cause I didn’t want the food. he kept bullying me it was so funny.

He like finally finished his burrito and then we continued walking back to my car and he started eating the fries he got and was like trying to get me to eat those too and was like “wait you don’t eat pork???” cause I didn’t want them AAUHAJQKQJWWJJWWWJWU.

He mentioned being mixed or something and like I already figured he was mixed latino cause I have a gaydar but for mixed Latinos. And I was like “dude this is gonna sound weird but what’s your race” and he told me his mom is white and his dad is Mexican LMAOOO I told him I’m basically the same and stuff.

Then like he went over to this dude and was like “hey do you want some fries” and started talking to the guy and mentioned how I’m not eating the fries cause I don’t eat pork then went “the only meat she eats is mine” cause I had made some dumb joke like that a few minutes prior and the guy gave him a fistbump. It was so corny but like funny.

We like went by freak alley I think. Or just some random alley idk then like made out again and then went to my car and he couldn’t figure out how to drink out of my water bottle and spilled a bunch of water on himself cause he didn’t know there was a straw in it?

Then we drove to his house and slept cause he was still faded. I love sleeping with him like. He’s so nice to sleep with his skin is so soft and he’s so comfortably warm AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Also I’m mad cause I didn’t take a selfie with him. Also I’m pegging him tonight.

[honorbright]

10 first lines, tagged by @oughtnots ! (ik you tagged my main but it's all terror fic so it's going over here lol

Rules: ‘share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.’

the future's in our hands, goodsir/silna, e, they are t4t and having sex "Before we start, I should tell you something." Silna's hands hesitate in the air, her brow furrowing in concentration.

cheesy toasted sausage breakfast burrito, collins/manson, e, alien collins egging manson up for the bang mas fest Shit. Henry knew he'd been cutting it close getting back to the ship.

taco bell does tacos well (but taco trucks do them better), goodsir/silna, e, they fuck in their taco truck. another bang mas fest fic Had someone told Silna a year ago that her weekends would be spent like this in the near future, she would've laughed.

in the low lamp light i was free, goodsir/hartnell, t, goodsir tending to tarts's lash wounds Harry hardly expected that he would have nothing to do on Terror when he came aboard with Silna, but it was surprising how much Doctor McDonald needed help despite the lack of men.

words for the dead, historical goodsir, gen, some off-the-cuff writing i did for goodsir's birthday and published later in four years, i will be as old as you were when you stepped on that boat, the last time you would ever set foot in england.

thorough inspection, goodsir/collins, e, some goodcollins medkink cnc Henry's never been…great at doctor appointments.

more broken than it seems (but will be put together again), goodsir/stanley, e, initial bad bdsm etiquette and then some goodsir feminization (as a treat) Harry hadn't meant for it to get this far.

stephen's notebook, goodsir/stanley, e, stephen trying out various gags on goodsir Ball: Already have on hand. Was not very effective, need to try w/ stuffing. Would not stop whining.

monstrous tastes, goodsir/stanley, e, goodsir fucking himself with a tentacle oviposition toy while stanley watches "What," Stephen starts, "is that."

ultima spes nostra, goodsir/mcdonald, e, faerie king macca kidnapping goodsir and egging him up (he gets into it eventually it's fiiine) Harry knows there's supposed to be a river, somewhere in this forest.

not gonna tag anyone cause i'm pretty sure most fic writers i follow in the fandom have done this already, but feel free to do this and tag me if you want to!

[ersatzangel]

I don’t remember my exact reaction the first time I watched the end of “I’m No Angel”, but I’m pretty sure it I let out a sound somewhere between a keening wail and a groan of despairing frustration

(This time around I just sort of sobbed quietly)

[jobean12-blog]

When beefy bucky gets his hair cut and still looks amazing :

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CgnJdYzML67/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

Just Admit It!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (of the beefy variety)

Word Count: 1,328

Summary: Bucky has been wanting to make a change...but you don't wike the idea! (Thanks Evans lol)

Author's Note: Thank you so much for this my sweet Pengu @randomfandompenguin I had way to much fun haha! That tik tok is so cute and so is that guy! But our Bucky is cutest no matter what! This really just hits on my overall Bucky kink-because he really is one. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divder by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you love🥰

Warnings: sweet and fun fluff, teasing, sassy and bratty reader, implied sexy times, light smuttiness and Bucky (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

Gif at the bottom of the story is not mine: Credit to @fishragnarsson thank you!

Kinktober Masterlist 2022

“Aren’t you gonna say goodbye to me doll face?”

You flip yourself over and bury your face in the pillow, mumbling some incoherent but sassy answer.

“What was that doll?”

Bucky walks over to the edge of the bed and starts to lift the blanket from your head but you yank it back down with a squeal.

He kneels and leans in close.

“Doll, come on…don’t be upset,” he says quietly. “It’ll grow back!”

You sniffle.

“At least say goodbye to me,” he pouts, making a face even though you can’t see him. “Please.”

You lift the comforter only high enough to sneak a peek at him.

“Bye.”

His blue eyes are soft but you seen the mirth dancing behind his feigned sadness.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?!” you shout before rolling away, taking the blankets with you and making yourself into a burrito.

When he doesn’t answer you try to free your head enough to look at him but before you get the chance you feel the heavy weight of him on top of you.

“You’re a burrito,” he says as he presses you into the mattress. “I LOVE BURRITOS!”

“And you’re heavy! GET OFF!” you grunt. “I can’t breathe!”

“But you love when I’m on top of you,” he teases as he tries to find an opening for his hand to slip inside the blankets.

“BUCKY!!!!” you yell, trying to bump him off. “UGH!”

“I’m not getting off until you come out and say goodbye to me!”

You stop moving on a sigh and flatten into the mattress. He lets more of his weight settle on top of you and you let out a squeak.

“Fineeeeeeeee,” you whine. “Get off so I can get out of here!”

He lifts off you and stands by the bed, thoroughly enjoying your struggle to get free.

“Thanks for helping,” you say, tone dripping with sarcasm, once you’re out.

You fold your arms over your chest and look down.

“Baby doll,” he murmurs, sitting down next to you and pulling you into his lap. “If you’re really this upset I won’t do it.”

You rest your head along his chest and pretend to pick at the nonexistent lint on his Henley. You exhale loudly and finally look up at him, your fingers combing through his soft brown hair. Your bottom lip pushes outward and his thumb instinctively reaches up to brush along the soft skin.

“No. It’s ok…I know you’ve been wanting to do it.”

His metal fingers press under your chin and he lifts your eyes to his.

“You sure?” he asks before his lips lightly brush yours.

“Yeah,” you whisper.

He kisses you softly and you shift in his lap, straddling him and tugging at the bottom of his Henley. You rock your hips and caress his warm skin.

“Doll face,” he warns. “Don’t try and distract me…”

You wiggle in his lap, your frustration clear in your facial expression and body movements.

“I was just saying goodbye,” you sass as you lower your lashes and get off him.

He gathers you into his arms and kisses you again, pulling away only when you’re breathless.

“Bye baby doll,” he says with a wink.

Once you hear the front door shut and lock you stomp off into the bathroom, determined to distract yourself for the next hour with a relaxing bath. Alpine joins you, sitting himself atop the small windowsill over the bath.

“I can’t believe he’s really doing it,” you say to the cat.

Alpine meows as his tails swishes back and forth along the wall.

“I know…. what are you going to paw at now!???” you answer with a huff.

When the bath is cold you get out and get dressed, wearing Bucky’s tee shirt and a pair of leggings. You mull around the kitchen, trying to decide what to make for dinner when you hear the door unlock. You suck in a breath, your eyes darting to Alpine as your heart rate picks up.

“He’s home,” you whisper. “I’m so scared.”

Alpine hops off the back of the couch and saunters over to the door, sitting and waiting for Bucky. You grab the cookie jar off the counter, opening it and shoving a cookie in your mouth just as the door opens.

Bucky appears in the doorway, filling the whole frame with his broad shoulders, and you turn to look at him.

“Hiya doll,” he says, smiling.

You stop chewing the cookie and stare. He stands still, barely acknowledging Alpine as the white fluffy cat meanders between his legs and asks for attention.

“Well?” Bucky says, holding out his hands.

Forgetting the cookie in your mouth, you suck in a breath and start to choke, crumbs flying everywhere. You walk to the sink and turn on the water to get a drink, still coughing.

Bucky rushes up behind you, pressing you against the counter.

“Are you ok baby doll?” he asks.

You nod yes and swallow, filling the glass of water to the top. You take a slow sip, acutely aware of his hard body lined up with yours.

You finish on an exhale and stay put, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Are you gonna look at me?” he muses as his hands slide over your curves and settle on your waist.

You slowly turn in his arms, your eyes staying on his chest as you reach out to toy with his dog tags. His metal fingers ghost along your arm and leave a trail of goosebumps before they trace the outline of your collarbone.

“Doll?” he murmurs, grazing his fingers higher, the motions deliberate.

His thumb caresses your neck then settles under your chin.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes lift to his and wander over this face. His hair.

“Bucky,” you breathe out.

Your fingers rake through his short strands and scrape down the back of his neck until you’re pulling his lips to yours. The kiss is heated and desperate and you keep tugging on whatever strands of hair you can get your hands on.

He lifts you into his arms, sliding you over and sitting you on the counter. His hands are everywhere as he works to get you out of your clothes, your own fingers fumbling with his jeans.

“So, I guess that means you like it,” he simpers, his body spread out like a starfish on the floor as you lay next to him.

He turns his head to look at you before rolling over and pulling you into him.

“Yea. I like it,” you mumble into his bare chest.

“What was that doll face?” he prods. “Did you say you liked it?”

“Bucky!”

“Baby you jumped me the minute I walked in the door. You’re allowed to admit you like my hair short.”

“I did not!” you retort dramatically. “I nearly choked to death on that cookie. It was one of those ‘oh my god I almost died’ moments and you know…”

He stares at you for a few seconds, his eyebrows slightly drawn in and his lips parted and then he curls up and cackles.

“You’re unbelievable!” he says through his laughter.

You start flailing your arms and hitting him, having trouble keeping your own smile hidden. He grabs your wrists and rolls on top of you, effectively ending your attack.

“Do you wanna try it out again?” he asks, lifting his eyebrows suggestively.

You huff and lift your chin defiantly.

“Oh, I see. You’re giving me the silent treatment again,” he teases. “I can fix that.”

He slides down your body, leaving a path of warm kisses and spreads your legs open. Your hands instinctively fall to his hair, combing through the soft strands before giving them a tug and pulling him between your legs.

He breathes you in and you can feel his smile against your skin as he moves closer, your moan impossible to stop when you feel the first brush of his tongue.

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diego comes over when you’re sick

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x GN!plus size!Reader

Summary: pretty much exactly what the title says lol

Word count: idk, less than 1k I think

A/N: heyyoo it’s been almost a full year since I posted anything and now here I am ✌️😛 so gonna be honest, I’m not completely happy with how this turned out. But I wanted to post something after so long, and I realized that I just needed to go ahead and post the fucking thing or else I was never gonna post it or delete it full-stop. So *gestures vaguely* here ya go lmao.

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You hear the sound of a key sliding into the lock and your head snaps up, suddenly wide-eyed and alert. You watch in horror as the front lock turns, the doorknob twists, and the door begins to open. You throw yourself off the couch, sprinting for the door.

“Hola, mi vida,” comes Diego’s voice, “I was just — unf!” You both grunt loudly as you collide with the front door, slamming it shut in your boyfriend’s face. The impact reverberates in your joint, and you groan from the ache. Still you turn the lock, secure the chain across the door, and latch the deadbolt just to be safe.

“You can’t come in here!” you yell hoarsely through the door.

There’s silence on the other side, and you can feel Diego’s bewilderment. “Yeah, I missed you, too, baby,” you barely hear him mutter dryly to himself.

Your phone rings on the couch where you left it. You turn to snatch it off the couch, and see your boyfriend’s contact picture along with his name on your screen. It’s a rare moment of Diego when he’s finally relaxed, his muscles no longer tensed like a wire stretched too tight. In the pic, he’s got his hands on your soft waist, face buried in your neck. You can just barely see the hints of a smile curling the corners of his lips. As for you, you’re beaming brightly into the camera, your full cheeks and genuine joy an infectious sight even months after the picture was taken, and your chest feels warm as you swipe your thumb across the screen to accept his call.

“Hi,” you answer sheepishly.

“Hi,” he replies, drops of amusement coloring his voice. “What are you doin’, baby? You gonna let me in?”

You sigh heavily, letting your head fall back. “You can’t,” you say, your voice verging on a whine. “I’m sick.”

Diego’s demeanor shifts, and you can hear it in his words. “What? What do you mean? W-What kind of sick are we talkin’ about here?”

Your heart twinges with the concern evident in his voice. He’s always so loyal and protective over the few people he cares about, even over the simplest matters like the common cold. “I’m okay, honey,” you reassure him. Your efforts, however, are somewhat undercut when at that moment you’re sent into a coughing fit that has you bent over and your lungs feeling like they’re on fucking fire. “Just a bad cold,” you finish pathetically, swallowing down the dislodged phlegm in your throat.

“Mm-hmm.” Diego’s clearly not convinced, and the doorknob rattles again. “C’mon, baby,” he urges in a low, rumbling voice that would normally turn your legs into jello. “Let me in, I’ll take care of you.”

You let out a whimper before you can stop yourself. God, you’re so fucking weak for this man. With so few words, he has you almost giving in, almost unlocking the door and letting him come inside, sickness be damned. “I can’t. You’ll get sick.”

Diego scoffs. “Yeah, so what?” he replies lightly.

Now it’s your turn to scoff. “Really, D? Remember the last time you got sick? You were curled up in bed for days and you wouldn’t stop complaining.”

“For the record, I wanna point out that I was completely fine, and I was only complaining ‘cause I wanted you all to myself.”

You know that’s not the truth, that he’s telling you a little white lie to preserve his tough, macho-man facade. But you can’t help it, your heart softens as you remember the image of your partner, wrapped up in a heavy blanket like a burrito, his voice rising in a nasally whine as he begged you to come back to bed, baby, pleeease. “You big fuckin’ softie.”

“I’m your fucking softie,” he replies, his voice a velvety caress that has your skin breaking out in goosebumps. The doorknob rattles for a third time, this time more solidly. “Now let me in so I can take care of my baby.”

God, you really fucking want to…. “No, baby,” you tell him. “Don’t want you to get sick.”

Diego sighs theatrically over the phone. “Fine,” he concedes. “Guess it’s time to pull out the big guns.” Then he hangs up on you.

You pull the phone away from your ear, baffled. Did he really…?

A second later, Diego’s contact pops up again, this time signaling that he wants to start a FaceTime call. You accept the call.

The call opens, and you see Diego’s gorgeous, scarred face. The same one you haven’t seen for almost a week, the same one you miss terribly for every second he’s not with you. His dark brown eyes dart back and forth down either end of the hallway before settling on you. He’s still somewhat guarded with his affections with you in any public space, alert for any eyes and ears that may witness his moments of tenderness with you. When those eyes — deep, wondrous, warm — come back to your image, his face relaxes, allowing a smile to play with the corners.

You take in a breath, let it out shakily. “Hi, D.”

“Hey baby. No offense, but you look like shit.”

You bark out a laugh. It scrapes already-raw tissue, making you bring up a hand to massage your throat. “Yeah, and that’s why I’m not letting you in.”

“Which is why I’m calling you. You see what I’m doing?” The background shifts behind Diego as he spins around until his back is facing your apartment door. You can see your unit number over his shoulder. “You see this?” he repeats.

Your brows scrunches in confusion. “Yeah….?”

He takes a step back, then another, and another until his back makes contact with the wood of your door. You watch as he slides down the surface of the wood. You can hear the sounds both through the connection and on your side of the door.

Diego lets out a little grunt as his ass hits the floor. He fidgets for a second, popping his neck and cracking the knuckles of his free hand. Then he settles down, looks back at his phone. And waits.

You sigh in exasperation. “D, what the hell are you doing?”

He shrugs casually. “Waiting.”

“Waiting on what?”

“For you to let me in.”

“I’m not letting you in, Diego.”

“Then I guess I’m staying here.”

“What, are you gonna stay there all night? You gonna sleep there?” You scoff again. It’s a ridiculous, rhetorical question, but one he ends up answering anyway.

He shrugs again. “If I have to.”

“That’s ridiculous, there’s no way you’d actually be comfortable out there.”

His eyes scan the floor around him. “Ehh, I’ll make do,” comes his careless response.

Your shoulders droop. You can see the look in his eyes, one you’re all too familiar with. Diego isn’t exactly the type of guy who throws words around without any meaning to them. Though your partner is hotheaded and tends to get into trouble for running his mouth, he generally means what he says and says what he means. So if he says he’ll wait outside all night….

Diego’s lips curl into a smirk, sensing your weakening resistance. “You’re stubborn, sweetheart, but you ain’t as stubborn as me.” His eyes soften further. “Let me in. I haven’t seen you in a week, I wanna be with you.”

You can’t help it. A little smile creeps across your face in response to his. “Okay, I’ll let you in. But only on one condition.”

“Hmmm, and what’s that, baby?”

“When you get sick, you cannot complain to me about how miserable you are.”

Diego rolls his eyes, and you can’t help but snicker a little at him. “Okay, fine, I promise I won’t complain. Now will you please let me come in so I can kiss you?”

It’s another little white lie, and both you and he know it, but you let it slide. You hang up on him, unlock your door. When you open it, he darts inside as soon as the gap is big enough for him to slip through. He cups your face in his warm, calloused hands and presses eager lips to yours.

You whine against his mouth when his tongue runs along your bottom lip. “Mmm, you’re so getting sick later.”

“I—” kiss “—don’t—” kiss “—care.”

“Remind me you said that when you’re hacking up your lungs in a couple days.”

“Guess it’s a good thing I’ll be here with you then.”

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