#hi ew please never get another pet

[freckledsweetpea]

now that I have a dog I can finally say people that view cats as lesser pets are truly heartless husks of human beings.

[cherib3lla]

𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ; 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

proof read by — @prettylameusertbh

a/n — idk how i feel about this but this is my first time writing sub chris!

warnings — smut! handjob, mommy kink, dirty talk, pet names (baby, ma) praise

Chris always talked big game. Every time he was with friends or even his brothers he would talked about another girl he had fucked or ‘messed around’ with as he tend to put it. Everyone seemed to believe it. You on the other hand, not so much.

You had always seen the loving, sweet, innocent side of Chris. Until this year. He just turned 20 and it was no surprise that he wasn't a virgin… or so everyone thought.

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It's currently nine pm, nick invited you over to hang out for a little bit with Matt and Chris. You guys haven't all hung out in so long. It's usually with their friends or just influencers that you all know very little of.

You pull up to the triplet's house, clad in some very short shorts, a red Harley Davidson sweater that barely covers your ass, and some uggs. Walking up to the door you don't bother to knock, having a key to their place because of how close you all are.

“She was so we-” you hear as you walk into the house and up the stairs. “Ew! I don't care. Stop talking please.” Nick cuts him off. A grumble leaves your mouth after hearing those words come out of Chris’ mouth. He never ever stopped talking about the girls he supposedly fucked.

They all three look up from the couch. “Hi

y/n!!” Nick shouts, running from the couch over to you. He tackles you in a hug, “I missed you!” he says.

“Nick we literally saw each other yesterday” you say through a laugh. “That’s a long period of time” rolling your eyes playfully as you walk away. walking over to Chris and Matt who are still on the couch.

You lean down, greeting them both by giving them hugs. “I see you haven't stopped talking,” you say, directed at Chris. You and Chris always had a flirty relationship. People who didn't know you probably thought you guys were just being mean to each other. But no, that's just how your friendship was molded.

“Shut the fuck up,” he says, a light blush coating his cheeks. Chris seemed to always get nervous around you. Whenever you all would go out you would show up in a short dress. Or even now, in your tiny shorts, he still seemed to get flustered.

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It's now about twelve am. You guys have been binge-watching movies all night. Everyone has their designated spot on the couch. Chris is in the corner, your head resting on his lap. Nick and Matt are at the end, whispering to each other about who they think is going to die next in the movie.

Your head is facing towards the TV on the wall. You feel a pair of eyes on you, looking up you meet Chris’ gaze. “What?” you say, a slight smile on your face.

“Nothing,” he says. Truth be told it wasn't just ‘nothing’. Your hair was perfectly framing your face, and your full lips looked inviting to him. Your shorts had ridden up your thighs just the right amount, leaving him with a raging boner.

He was surprised you didn't feel it. Your head was right below him. One swift move and it's over with. “You sure?” you asked. He replied with a curt nod and a lopsided smile. You nod back, turning to the tv once again.

Chris had to do something about his boner. It physically hurt. So, he got up leaving with a short “I'll be right back”. He walked into his room, pulling his pants and boxers down, and revealing his hard length.

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“Does anybody want popcorn?” you ask, turning towards Matt and Nick. “Me!” they both say in unison. “You guys creep me out,” you reply, walking towards the kitchen. You stop in your tracks, turning around slowly. “Do you guys think Chris would want any?”

“I don't know go ask him” Nick replies. “And hurry up! You guys are missing the movie” Matt chimes in.

Rolling your eyes, you turn around, making your way down to Chris’ room. Walking up to his door, you start to hear faint moaning.

“Chris are you okay-” the sound of whimpers and squelching fill your ears. Chris leans down towards the end of the bed, grabbing the blanket and covering it over his dick that's still very much placed in his hand.

From what you saw, his tip was red, plump, and sticky. He had looked like he'd been going at it for hours. “I— I can explain. I'm sorry—”

You walk over to the bed. His bed. You take the blanket, pulling it down. His hands tighten around it, not letting it go. “Are you sure?” he asks, slowly loosening his grip.

“Mhm,” you pull down the blanket, revealing his tip that's leaking in precum. “Oh, you poor, poor boy.” it looked like he rubbed his tip raw, the red pulsating flesh looked inviting, twitching as he begged to be touched.

“Please — please do something!” he begged. My hand slowly approaches his tip. Leaning down and spitting on it. “Do what Chris? Use your words for me”

He whimpers again. He places his hand on top of mine, moving them both at a medium pace. He removes his hand, keeping mine in place. I continue stroking her dick at the pace he set.

“Yes! Fuck mommy—” My hand stops, not expecting what just came out of his mouth.

His eyes widen. Fear set in his eyes. “M’sorry— I'm so sorry!” tears build at his waterline. Regret laced his words. Your lower stomach was filled with butterflies. Chris. Christopher just called you mommy. The self-claiming dominant man just called you mommy.

Silence fills the room. Tears sat at his water line, ready to spill at any moment.

After your shock subsidies, you continue your pace, catching him off guard with the new found rhythm you put in.

“C’mon baby, show mommy how sorry you are,” I say, stroking his cock with fever. His whimpers turn into full blown moans. “Mo-mommy I wanna cum! Please lemme cum Mommy please!” he begs.

My hand goes up to his tip, stroking it and gliding my thumb over his slit. His moans now turn into blabbering, drool slowly seeping out the corner of his mouth. “I can't ma - please - “

His words contrast with each other. You lean down, placing your plump lips around his tip, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. “Fuck! M’gonna cum!” he grips onto my hair, taking control of my movements.

“Cum down mommy's throat, its okay,”

Before you even finish your sentence, white ropes of cum paint the walls of your throat. Whimpers fly out of his mouth at a rapid pace. “Fuck! Thank you — thank you ma!”

You continue sucking his tip. He's just on the brink of overstimulation “Too much!”

You reluctantly pull away, trailing kisses up his body, pecking the side of his head. He smiles while trying to catch his breath.

“You did such a good job baby. Lemme get you something to clean up with, okay? I'll be right back”

So much for popcorn….

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a/n — okayyyyy guys did you like it??? my first time writing sub chris so pleaseeee give me feedback!!

tag list — @sturniolos--girl-deactivated202 @m0r94n @lovesodakid @sweetreliever @emssturniolo @slxtformatt @conspiracy-ash @probablyoutyappingorsomething @sturniolosandmoree @https--roman @hoeforchrizz @hvlplvss @idontcare4urmom

[signedkoko]

Hi, my dog is really sick and he has a huge tumor, I’m going to have to put him down soon and it really sucks, your writing makes life a bit better though so thank you for that! Could I possibly request a Vox x reader with a pet dog? Like how would the two of them interact or would he claim himself as the dogs parent or stuff like that. You don’t have to of course! Please remember to take breaks

Vox X Reader [Comfort]

In which you take in a dog you found on the street without asking Vox beforehand.

Vox isn't necessarily minimalist, but he is certainly a bit of a neat freak

Things should be organized, clean, not perfect! But not messy

So, animals were never his thing

I mean, the hair, the training, the scratchy nails on the floor, it just sounds like a huge hassle

Besides, he is already busy enough with the company and you, a pet would just be another thing on the list

You, on the other hand, love caring for sick animals

You've brought a smaller creature home before for the evening or taken it to a vet, but nothing for longer than a few hours

But this time was different

The dog was so messy you couldn't even tell the breed, all you knew was that someone had hurt it and it wouldn't last long on its own

So you snuck the puppy into your jacket and headed straight home

Vox comes home to the shower running and you giggling, and he's already worried about whatever strange thing you're onto this time

He sees you, splashed in soap and water, and a dog with muddied water dripping off it into the drain

And it barks at him

And he screams

Right. He is super scared of dogs and hellhounds

Not in a 'these things are scary' way, but in a 'these things are unpredictable and gross and ew.'

When you finish washing the dog and drying it the best you could in a swaddled towel, you'll find him pacing and murmuring

He is frustrated you brought that THING home without asking, but he also wont suggest you abandon it because he knows you won't

Gets a servant to grab some necessities for the dog, because lord knows you didn't plan this out

Just for a few days, right?

Except, a few days turns into a few weeks and into a few months

And slowly your tiny puppy grows into a 100-pound pride dobermann, known for being some of hells largest and most vicious dogs

Despite his size, Vox has already adopted the thing into his life, he stopped asking when you were going to give up the dog on day 15,

Part of the reason he loves it is because of how dangerous the dog looks, as sweet as it actually is, it's very protective of you and he likes that

Originally does not let you out on your own, but now its 'you can go if the dogs with you' because by good fuck that thing could kill a crowd

Expect him to dip into the pet market of devices; tracking collar, pet surveillance, automatic feeding bowls, etc...

All inspired by his want to give your dog a luxurious life

Probably got a custom collar with glowing blue spikes so he and the pup match

Would actually take a few days off work and sit in an armchair with his hands on his head if the dog ever had an emergency trip to the vet

Author's Note - I saw your second ask, and its totally cool you sent this! Honestly, I always wanted to open emergency requests. Theres no shame in looking for comfort, I can't imagine your pain right no. I hope this helps in any way!

[tototalks]

🎵 Pretty woman, walking down the street, pretty woman, the kind I’d like to meet, pretty woman. 🎵

Let’s go!! Time for 💎 Pet 💎

- ‘Ancel was a virgin the first twelve times he has sex. The thirteenth time, it lacked all plausibility’ - What a way to start a story and give insight into the world Ancel lives in.

- You would be SHOCKED how much us redheads get the “does the carpet match the drapes” question from total strangers. Ancel is really living the authentic ginger experience. 😂

- In the times of ancient Greeks and Romans, redheaded slaves were more expensive because they were rarer. In that way, Ancel was designed perfectly to align with his character. Love that choice by Pacat! ♥️

- Ancel has a goal and I respect it, and he’s never once tried to hide it. It’s pretty clear that his love of expensive things comes from having very little at the start of life.

- It’s interesting to gain the perspective of a character detached from the thought of sex being emotionally significant. A first night was everything to Erasmus, and sex is hugely tied in with intimacy and emotional connection for Laurent. Jord and Aimeric fell in love while having sex. Whereas sex, to Ancel, is a means to an end. It’s literally his job.

- Love the implication that pets have their own hierarchy and contracts are fiercely competitive. They have their own little community.

- Ancel uses everything he has to his advantage to incredible effect. He’s pretty, witty, and talented. Whenever he walks into a room it’s like that scene from ‘How to Lose Friends and Alienate People’ where Megan Fox walks through the middle of the pool. Lol

- Now this may be the deeply ingrained European stereotypes I grew up with, but in the same way Laurent is French and Damen is Greek, Berenger is 100% German.

- You always get the sense that even though Ancel is bold and daring, he’s still tiptoeing and walking on eggshells. He completely reinvents himself for every new master he has.

- Haha Isagoras! - very on the nose and I love it

- It makes perfect sense that Ancel can’t read and cares little for long epics and poems. I’d be willing to bet though, that he has an amazing memory because of this. Uneducated does not equal unintelligent.

- Love that Ancel’s there all wide eyed like “yes! Please teach me to ride!” while internally he’s like “ew ew ew”. Don’t blame him. Horses are terrifying.

- I like that Berenger does find out Ancel is faking his interests and tells him that he doesn’t have to pretend. From there, Ancel is clearly more himself and more comfortable.

- In addition, although he’s a creature of habit, Berenger is actually really sweet 🥺🥺

- “Luxury suits you” “hell yeah it does.”

- I am so fascinated by Ancel and Erasmus existing in the same social sphere, and Ancel wondering why Erasmus doesn’t use the fact he’s beautiful for power, and dammit I’m going to have to write that fic, aren’t I? 😭

- Ancel and Berenger are mismatched but that’s what works so well about them with Berenger negotiating and Ancel naturally drawing attention to himself. They make up for one another’s differences.

- Ancel giving Berenger fashion advice, and Berenger ignoring it every time in favour of ✨another brown jacket✨

- I’m also liking the implication that Ancel enjoys being a pet and gaining attention for power because he knows what it’s like to be powerless. I personally like to think that he saw Nicaise’s situation and somewhat understood to a certain degree. I can imagine he would’ve been quite young when he started too.

- Fun fact! Ancel’s fire performance is actually reminiscent of a real dance! It’s a Polynesian art called Siva Afi and was traditionally a war dance, except instead of burning cloth on the ends of the baton, there are burning knives. Very cool! 🔥

- Ancel 🤝 Kris Jenner - all publicity is good publicity and I will make billionaires out of a scandal and watch people be jealous.

- The kiss being the first implication that Berenger actually does desire Ancel. Ooh boy, you ain’t hiding that much longer.

- The kiss is also the catalyst for Berenger ending the contract, and I can imagine that Ancel is so confused as to what he did wrong, not realising the circumstances behind the decision. 😞

- It’s absolutely wild looking back on the garden scene from a different perspective and realising that absolutely no one wanted that mess to happen.

- “You’re old.” - once again, ouch.

- Ancel being annoyed at seeing the lords go and ‘coddle’ Erasmus serves to highlight the wildly different appeals Ancel and Erasmus have as pets. Bold and daring vs. Sweet and modest. They would be unstoppable as friends. Shit, I’m really going to have to write that fic now, or read one that hopefully some talented person out there has written already 🙏

- Love that Ancel doesn’t rat Berenger out to the Regent - the Regent doesn’t even want him, and I’m sure Ancel is faintly remembering Nicaise mentioning that he’s “too old” 🤢

- And then the big reveal that Berenger was trying to protect Ancel as he supported Laurent’s bid for the throne; and Ancel realising that Berenger does, in fact, like him. Callback to “isn’t everyone looking for someone to be loyal to?” Sensational.

- I also, for my personal brain rot reasons, need Laurent and Ancel to strike up a bargain by which Ancel listens to all the pet gossip and rats out to Laurent which of the masters are disobeying the new laws of underaged pets or are undermining the new monarchy and union. All in return for a little coin of course 😉

- Ancel and Berenger: what a great little mismatched but perfectly matched pair! Really enjoyed this rendition of pretty woman! 😂

[heeseungismymanz]

PLAY WITH ME AND ILL PLAY WITH YOU

Fuck off

Mentioning: Both act like children while bullying,Masturbations,Unprotected Sex,Sex toys,Pet names(Princess and babygirl,slut,etc.),Fingering,Throat Fucking,Spanking,I dont really remember what else :/ MDNI

Pairing: Bully!Heeseung x Bully!Reader

"-Walks in on you fingerings yourself- Want me to play with you?"

Taglist: @nikiswifiee @rayofsunshineeee @satosugumyfuckingbeloveds @starl0ver4 @yohanabanana @sushimilks @jakeswifez @qpoopi3

Comment tg for taglist!

"Play with me and ill play with you" Part 1

"Ew, imagine needing makeup!" Heeseung said watching you apply your blush at your locker. "Shut the fuck up asshole! And get out my way." You said while shoving him THE FUCK out of your way. "Damnnnn Y/N you good?" Yunjin said. "Just hoeseung being a bitch again" you said while rolling your eyes. "Whatever let's get to class before we're late." Yunjin said while grabbing you and started walking.

"And while I asign your part-" "Sorry I'm late miss" Heeseung said while rushing in. You and yunjin tried not to laugh but still ended up laughing as you were watching funny and stupid reels on your phone. "Hey you two! Yunjin and Y/N what are you doing?!" "Ohh uhm....." you said nervously while looking at Yunjin. "Detention both of you!" She said shouting even tho she was only 10 foot away from you. "As I was saying here's the pairs yunjin and keeho, beomgyu and yunjin, hyein and jungwon, jake and niki, jay and wonhee, yunah and sunghoon, sunoo and wonyoung and lastly heeseung and Y/N." You roll your eyes and side eye yunjin without making another noise before you get another detention.

*Time skip*

"Hey Y/N" You somehow didn't hear him. "Y/N!" Heeseung yells before pulling your hair. "What the fuck heeseung!What's your problem?" "I'm trying to do the fucking science project now meet me at my house at 9 I'll text you my location" he says while handing you his phone so you can write your number in it. "Fine" you say while typing it in then shoving him out the way so you can then go to your next period.

Heeseung and YN text:

805 xxx xxx: Y/N?

Y/N: yeah Heeseung?

805 xxx xxx: here's the address for the project 1009 Riverside St.

Y/N: thanks.

You kind of wished for him to say something more but he didn't so you just saved his number as "hoeseung"

*Timeskip end of school*You nervously get in the taxi as your realized your going to THE LEE HEESEUNGS house. As you arrived you saw a MASSIVE garden and a HUGE mansion. You got out of the taxi and texted him that you were waiting.*opens the door* "Finally I was fucking waiting!" He says while rolling his eyes.

"Do you want anything to drink?" He says tapping his legs. Clearly more polite and nervous then at school.You reply with a small shake to indicate a no. He then gets up and says "okay well I'm gonna make Ramen for us so you can't stay in my room" he says while pointing to a door, which you assume is his room.

And it's LUXORIOUS. Simple but big. A little bit tired you lay on the bed.You get bored and start scrolling on the internet. You see a recommended app. Pornhub??? You heard of it but never used it. Out of curiosity you clicked it. You played one video and started getting horny. You remember your sex toys in your bag and bring out a vibrator. You set it to the highest mode with a flick. You insert it into your pussy and start fingering your clit. You start humping his black sheeted pillow. And that's when you start cumming on the pillow staining it. You hear a voice say "Want me to play with you?" and look up to see Lee Heeseung staring at you.

PART 2???

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☆ Made by @heeseungismymanz please do not steal or plagarize any of my work!! ☆

[lavendersartistry]

Jellyfish Grotto

Space Riders AU - @onyxonline Eve Ewe - @lavendersartistry

This is a angst/wholesome fic for onyxonline's Space Riders AU! This is mainly centered on the headcanoned friendship between DogDay and my OC Eve Ewe! Please check Onyx out, their work is super cool!

IN MY LIL GOOBER BRAIN AND MY PARTICIPATION, THEY ARE FRIENDS YOUR HONOR- Now onto the fic✨✨

The gardens of the palace seemed so silent since the last visit of schooling children touring the home of the soon-to-be queen. It was nice to have the planet still lively after the loss of their late royals from the war, despite the princesses going different paths to keep their home afloat.

Eve could only glance back at the throne room from the gardens, resting under the star wisteria as she quietly read. She couldn't get the memories from her head about the war. It felt like only yesterday that it was announced by the council that her coronation would be near.

If only she could have saved-

"Princess? Are you alright?"

Eve suddenly flinched at the sound of someone calling for her and quickly turned her head. She sighed, noticing it was only her friend DogDay.

"I'm alright. And please, we went over this. You can call me Eve or Evie, friends don't have to be formal."

The captain scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and sat next to the princess. To him, it felt like not too long ago when they first met each other. And befriending a princess, a almost queen, felt too much of a dream to the sunshine critter.

"I know, but I can't really help it. You're becoming big top while I'm just a captain. Besides, I don't think the council or your guard would like it if I just called you that."

Eve stifled a laugh and closed her book, leaning her back to the trunk of the tree.

Ever since she was 5, the council was harsh on her. From lady etiquette to lessons on all preparation for becoming queen of her planet, Eve never truly got to enjoy the life of a normal person. To meet friends, to find love.

Just being happy.

"Those old birds would have the stingrays after you if that happened. But don't worry about Bolt, he's just protective."

DogDay rolled his eyes yet smiled at his friend's enthusiasm. He looked up to the stars, suddenly frowning at the forcefield that clouded the clear sight of the twinkling lights.

He knew that it was necessary, after the war. And with the Prototype out creating chaos, it was definitely needed. But he couldn't shake away the feeling from when Bolt informed him about Eve's dream that one night.

It was a vision, a written destiny almost. And the sunny hound couldn't let that fate take away his friend.

"So what were you reading? Seemed a bit uneventful."

Eve looked back at her book and grazed her hand at the leather covering.

The book was about the biology of the planet's most docile creature: Astral Jellyfish. It was a favorite of Eve's and it was a pleasant memory to see a very large one for the first time.

"The astral jellyfish. You know, my favorite creature in all my planet?"

"You mean the one creature that stung me?"

Eve burst out laughing at his comment while DogDay lightly glared at her.

"It's not funny!"

"It's actually a little funny!"

DogDay huffed and crossed his arms in protest to her laughing but he couldn't help but let a little smile appear on his face to see her laugh and be happy for once.

Eve quickly calmed herself and smiled back.

"You should give them another try. Maybe this time, you won't startle it and it'll let you pet it."

The captain groaned again and stood up.

"How long will you remind me of that?"

"Till you're a veteran."

"Great..."

The hound was being sarcastic. As long as something made the princess smile despite the rough times, that was enough for him.

The two kept conversing in the silence in the gardens: talking about the crew's wacky moments during missions, meeting the mysterious "Angel", Eve's stressful schedules, and other things.

Unbeknownst to them, the astral jellyfish had already welcomed themselves in mindlessly. A few rested near Eve while others floated around DogDay and some pestered him.

Eve could only hold back a laugh as the captain tried shooing away the creatures.

"Still not a fan of them?"

"The day I pet them is when I let CatNap drive the ship for a mission."

[ijustreallylikepirates]

TOMJAKE EP 3 !!!!!

(Sorry this took so long I’ve been very busy with school and napping recently lol)

-WHAT HAPPENED TO TOM

-BRO THE AWKWARDNESS OF THAT HUG

-I love the Tomjake gabellie friendship

-bro he fought with another cop? 💀

-as gabs going to lay with Jake

-EW YOU HOMOPHOBIC LITTLE SHIT

-YEAH JAKE GO OFF ON HIM

-YEAHHHHH

-WHY WAS BRO HUMPING HIS MIRROR 😭🙏🏻

-I CANT WITH THEM PLAYING THE HAPPY GO LUCKY INTRO AFTER THE MOST DEPRESSING SHIT IVE EVER SEEN

-BABY TOM

-HIS VOICE PLEASE THAT WAS NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING FROM HIM

-we get to see Tom’s mom?

-coolio

-BRO HIS MOM

-LEAVE THIS POOR BABY ALONE OMG

-POOR TOM

-NO HIM ASKING FOR HIS MOM AFTER THE NIGHTMARE ☹️

-THE UNISON IN THE DONUT ORDER LMAO

-“Tommy” …

-I’m sorry it would be cute if that weren’t the name of my ex 😭🙏🏻

-BLUEY LMAO

-TOMJAKE AWWWWW

-THE BABIES

-Tom what the fuck are you apologizing for little bro

-AW TOM LAYING ON JAKES LAP AND JAKE PETTING HIS HAIR THATS SO GAY I LOVE THAT

-“love” AWWWWW

-I feel so bad for Tom omg ☹️

-OH NO THE FLASHBACKS

-THE POOR BABY

-his father had issues?

-Jake you really could kick some ass

-TOM OMG HIS MOM

-THATS SO CUTE

-omg his mom fangirling over Jake too

-“I’m never gonna have that” um what about Miriam Tom Ellie and gabby? Are they not your new family?

-LOL TOM GETTING EMBARRASSED

-his mom is so sweet omg

-“his new mom” OMGGGG

-aw poor Jake ☹️

-THEY LOVE EACH OTHER

-oh he doesn’t want to be a cop anymore?

-different type of hero?

-SHAWN???

-WHATTTT?

THE GAYS

NO WAIT WHY DID THIS EPISODE ALMOST MAKE ME CRY???

HIS MOM IS TOO SWEET OMGGG

[jaehunnyy]

Rider on the storm

☆ FIRST ENDING OF TAKE A CHANCE ON ME ☆ (please read that first for it to make sense ^^)

Genre: idiots-to-lovers, angst if you really really squint, strangers-to-best-friends-to-lovers, crack, fluff

Word count: 1.8k

Pairing: biker!Seonghwa x gn!reader

Warnings: swear words, pet names, a kiss, my broken humour, possible grammar mistakes

Taglist: @shakalakaboomboo, @pocketjoong-reads, @nebulousbrainsoup, @justhere4kpop, @bluehwale, @bluisheye93, @ssaboala, @i-luvsang, @ad0rechuu

Networks: @cromernet 🤍

He seemed nice and you really wanted to learn more about motorcycles, so you decided to wait for him.

"What the heck happened here?"

You flinched as you heard Seonghwa's voice, then you looked at the watch and saw it was a quarter past midnight.

"Uhm… long story… mind helping me?" you said, smiling innocently as he nodded excitedly.

"I love cleaning! Let's clean this mess, flower."

In less than 30 minutes, you managed to make the floor shine with his help—he truly loved cleaning.

"I'm sorry for keeping you here, Seonghwa."

"No problem, flower. I loved your company. Now let me take you on a walk around this beautiful city."

You smiled and followed him to his motorcycle, admiring it one more time.

"Hold tight, flower!" he said, giving you a helmet as he positioned himself, ready to leave.

The ride was peaceful, way too peaceful for your imagination—you thought it would be quite hectic, but you actually ended up admiring the dim lights of the night-covered city… and Seonghwa too. You couldn't help staring at the way the leather jacket was hugging his torso, kind of the same way your hands were doing right now. And his voice, God, his voice when explaining all the necessary things you should have known about his bike; too bad you were lost in the deepness of his voice.

"Seems like we're neighbors!" he exclaimed after parking his bike in front of the flat he was living in, under the shocked look you had on your face.

"But… I haven't seen you before?" you asked in a tiny voice, surprised as how you never met him if he was living here all this time.

His lips let out a low chuckle escape, as he spoke again: "I have recently moved here for… business."

That made sense.

"Thanks for the ride, Seonghwa," you smiled, looking at his face for one last time, "and good night."

"Good night, flower." he smirked and left again.

You wouldn't have ever imagined that the mysterious guy who almost made you pay for his bike would become your best friend. Yeosang, his mate, was nearly done with how attached to the hip you two were—but maybe he knew better than you did. It was a Saturday night, a usual hang-out day for you and Seonghwa; though, you weren't sure if it was that usual anymore. After he called off the sleepover for two weeks straight, you started to think that maybe he lost interest, that he couldn't invent another lie to stay away from you. It hurt a bit because it was a new experience for you, but you wouldn't ask for an explanation, you weren't that desperate for his attention—or so you wanted to believe; because as soon as the doorbell rang, you jumped off your couch and opened the door, revealing the raven haired guy in front of it, with a bag of sweets and drinks.

"You came?" you said, a bit unsure if it was real, or just your imagination.

"I promised you it won't happen again, and I keep my promises." he said, getting inside your welcoming apartment.

You watched as he threw himself on the couch, TV remote in his hand, as he felt like he was in his own house.

"Are you comfy?" you asked sarcastically, making him pout. "Ew, don't ever do that again."

He burst into laughter, nodding at your antics—though deep down, he knew you liked his pout, it wasn't something you saw daily. You plopped on the sofa next to him, his hand naturally going around your shoulders as you prayed the shivers on your spine didn't give you away—you didn't know why his presence had this certain impact on you, but you tried not to care that much.

A few hours later, he was munching on some chips, watching as you were absorbed by the movie, constantly smiling whenever the male lead made his appearance. He raised an eyebrow, his plump lips parting so he could say something.

"What's your type?"

He waited, and waited, and waited; but you didn't seem to hear him. He giggled, waving his hand in front of your face as you flinched, eyes finally on him.

"Earth to Y/n?" laughter straining his voice, making you frown.

"What do you want?" you said, annoyed.

"I asked, what is your type?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Curiosity."

You thought a bit before giving him an answer. "I like guys with tattoos."

He smirked a bit, and you started laughing: "What's wrong?"

"Didn't imagine you were into bad boys."

You rolled your eyes at his remark, looking at him with an "are you serious" face.

"Look who decided to talk, the most innocent guy I've ever met."

He chuckled again, eyes finally darting to the action movie you two were supposed to watch.

The next day, you woke up late—too late for your liking. The containers and packaging of whatever you consumed were beautifully sorted in their place and the table was shining from how clean it was. Him and his love for cleaning, you thought. You wondered where he could have left, but as soon as you opened your phone, you saw a text from him.

"I'll be back soon, just had an impulsive thought."

Now you were curious about what he could have done; you couldn't wait to see what he had in his mind. You wandered around the house for a bit, deciding on some pancakes for breakfast, adorned with maple syrup and some butter on top. Just as you were about to set the table, he showed up behind you, a big smile on his face as he took off his leather jacket.

"Do you like this?" he said, showing you his finger, an ink art laying on the side of it as he smiled proudly.

"Did you do this today? It's so pretty!"

He nodded, looking at the tulip tattoo he would wear from now on. "I made it for the person I like."

"Oh, you like someone? That's so cool!" you exclaimed, clapping as he excitedly talked about it.

"Yeah, and this is their favorite flower." he smirked, expecting quite another reaction from you.

"Tulips are my favorite too, that's so nice!"

He wanted to smack his forehead in the biggest facepalm ever.

Your birthday was near the corner, and Seonghwa was walking from one place to another, making Yeosang watch with dizzy eyes as the older couldn’t stop moving.

“What should I get them…? I am so confused, Yeo. Do I confess to them? I can’t believe they are so oblivious that they didn’t figure it out yet!”

Yeosang looked at him with an amused face, ready to spit some facts.

“Did they manage to buy the bike?”

“No, they didn’t—they didn’t!” he jumped, voice raising about an octave as he spoke.

Yeosang was happy that his friend finally caught the signal—or so he thought.

“So what if they didn't?” Seonghwa’s confused voice was heard again.

“I swear, you are both fucking idiots. You can buy it for them!”

Seonghwa’s boba eyes lit up as he looked at Yeosang, ready to jump on him in happiness.

“Buy it for them! Yeah, Yeosang, you genius!”

The younger rolled his eyes at his friend's antics, a little smirk stretching the corner of his lips as he felt proud of his idea as well; that was before he was forcefully dragged by his friend to the shop where it all started.

You, on the other side, were behind the drinks stand, in the same place where you met Seonghwa for the first time—despite the supposedly special day. Your face was leaning on your hand as you fell into an abyss of thoughts, wondering if you and Seonghwa had any chance to be something more than best friends. He likes someone else, Y/n, get yourself together, you thought. The door suddenly opened and your eyes darted in its direction, meeting a Yeosang who was waving at you.

“Y/n! Your shift was supposed to be over 10 minutes ago, why are you still here?”

“It was…?” you asked, looking at the watch—he was right. “Haha, I was just in a silly, goofy mood.”

He gave you a side eye, trying his best not to laugh at your weird behavior.

“Can I blindfold you?”

You almost choked.

“Not in that way, oh my god! I just… fuck,” he grabbed his hair, a short laugh giving him away as your shocked face amused the hell out of him; “I just want to take you somewhere, but you don’t have to see.”

Embarrassment took over your face, a light crimson on your face, making you hide behind the stand.

“You don’t have to hide, it’s okay. You’re nervous, it’s fine.” he said while stepping behind you, a silky feeling on half of your face while your vision turned black.

Yeosang helped you walk, warning you before every potential danger in your current state.

“Are we there yet?”

“You’re a bit impatient, don’t you think?”

You sighed as he teased you back, but it soon became a relief when he stopped walking.

“You can take off your blindfold now, my job here is done.” he said and winked at the mysterious presence in front of you, leaving.

You took the cloth off and looked at the leather-cladded guy standing before you, a playful smirk on his face.

“Hello, flower.” he said in the same slow voice you knew, gesturing for you to come closer to him. “Happy birthday.”

You blushed at his words, smiling softly: “Hi, Hwa.”

You noticed him staying on a bike, the same model as his, though something seemed different at it.

“This is your present, flower.” he said, pointing at the bike under him.

You gasped, mouth dropping in shock as you looked at him.

“T-the bike?”

"I can be part of it too, if you’d like.”

“I thought you liked someone?”

“That someone is you, silly. Aren’t tulips your favorite flowers? You said it yourself.” he smirked, watching as realization hit you.

“You… oh… it was me? All this time?”

“All this time, Y/n.”

You went straight to him and hugged him, comfort engulfing you as he wrapped his arms around you.

“It was you all this time too, Hwa.”

He smiled and took your face in his hands, the cold leather gloves making shivers appear down your spine as your lips connected together, melting into a sweet kiss. Your foreheads pressed together while he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a feather-like kiss there as well.

“This is the best birthday ever.”

“Then should we go test your bike like a couple and make it even better?”

Just like the first time, his offer was addicting—you couldn’t say no.

[natlacentral]

Avatar: The Last Airbender showrunner breaks down biggest remixes and Koi-zilla

Albert Kim, showrunner of the live-action Avatar: The Last Airbender, knew his new series would be subject to scrutiny, given the diehard fans who would no doubt pick apart every creative choice in what he calls more of a remix than a strict adaptation of Nickelodeon's beloved animated classic. Now that the show is finally out in the world after years of development, he welcomes it.

"It's also very nice to have so many people so invested and passionate about the story. I'd much rather have that than be ignored," Kim tells EW. "So being able to be in the forefront of something like that is pretty exciting. It can't please everyone, and as long as you understand that it's all fair game, I'm happy that fans are having debates and discussing these topics. I just want to wait for them to do it after seeing the show. And then I'm really excited to see what they talk about and what they like and don't like."

On that note, now that Avatar: The Last Airbender has premiered on Netflix, Kim breaks down some of the biggest live-action remixes.

The cost of Koi-zilla

Kim knew going into season 1 that they were going to pull off Koi-zilla — the moment when Aang (Gordon Cormier) channels the Ocean Spirit at the Northern Water Tribe and transforms into a giant koi creature made entirely of water. "It's funny to me that some fans out there thought we weren't going to do Koi-zilla," Kim says. "How can you tell the story without the Ocean Spirit creature?" But he notes it was both a practical and financial challenge.

"I knew we were going to do that ending, so we planned for that from the start of the season," he explains. "We planned on the sets that we were going to build, the VFX money that needed to be invested in that, the design of the creature, and making sure all the storylines organically led to that moment."

It did mean that he had to pick and choose what else he could pull off on the show with the remaining resources. "The Air Temple episode has an amazing battle in it, and I'm sure fans are going to go like, 'Why didn't you do that?' I wish I could, but it was going to be that or the Koi-zilla finale. So I had to make my choice there," he says.

Roku's Shrine was another example. "I love the sequence in original where they figured out how to crack the door," Kim recalls. "But when we got to that episode, we just didn't have the resources, frankly, both logistically and financially to be able to afford that on top of everything else we were doing in that episode."

Sorry, Flopsie

Among the Easter eggs in Avatar: The Last Airbender are two statues that appear in the background of King Bumi's (Utkarsh Ambudkar) castle in Omashu. They appear in the likeness of Flopsie, who was Bumi's pet goat gorilla in the animated show. "We never tried to make Flopsie," Kim says. "Flopsie is not really a character. He's a pet, so it wasn't a huge sacrifice to not have Flopsie."

Bumi's arc marks one of the bigger story remixes in the live-action version. The original saw the Earth Kingdom ruler put Aang through a series of tests, while keeping his true identity as his childhood friend under wraps as part of these trials. That information is revealed up front.

"We talked about it a lot in the writers' room, but at the same time, it didn't work for a number of reasons," Kim explains. "Bumi's point in the animated series is to show that the Avatar has to essentially face the unexpected, which we also get across in our episode, too. But what was more interesting to me were what was going on with the characters. Bumi is a character who was deeply wounded. He's hurt by the fact that his friend Aang wasn't there in his time of need. Aang, on the other hand, is burdened by the guilt that he wasn't there for his friend who needed him. That, to me, was much more interesting than the specific set of challenges that he had to go through. Bringing those characters to an emotional head was where we started from and then we built using the elements of the original story."

Spirits

The writers' room mapped out the season in blocks of two episodes: 1 and 2, the Omashu arc of 3 and 4, and the Northern Water Tribe setting of 7 and 8. That left 5 and 6 to kick off the Spirit World arc, except there were multiple re-weavings that ended up happening as a result.

Though initially more standalone in the animated original, the live-action series combines the storylines for Hei Bai, Koh, Roku's Shrine, and the Blue Spirit all into one overarching plot. Investigating the disappearing Earth Kingdom villagers leads the Aang gang to the Spirit World, where Katara (Kiawentiio) and Sokka (Ian Ousley) become trapped by the face stealer known as Koh (George Takei)... which then sends him to speak with Avatar Roku (C.S. Lee) at his temple in the Fire Nation for guidance...which then gets him captured by June (Arden Cho) and taken into Commander Zhao's (Ken Leung) custody...which then prompts Prince Zuko (Dallas Liu) to free the Avatar under the guise of the Blue Spirit.

"It was challenging, but it wasn't any more so than the rest of the season," Kim says. "Because we knew we were going to get to the point where we saw the Agni Kai, there was a lot going on to set that up." The original series didn't fully show the proceeding events following the Agni Kai, the Fire Nation duel that saw Fire Lord Ozai (Daniel Dae Kim) scar and exile Zuko from the kingdom, but the writers used those moments to further beef up Zuko's backstory.

"Also, that's the one episode in the season where essentially Sokka and Katara are not in it. So it became a big Aang and Zuko story," Kim continues. "When you looked at it that way, that meant including the Blue Spirit and then also including the Agni Kai and some new scenes like the one post Agni Kai when Ozai goes to Zuko and banishes him. So it's a little bit of maybe putting the puzzle pieces together and seeing where they all fall. Once you do that, certain things just logically fall into place."

Past lives

Netflix's live-action Avatar: The Last Airbender plays more with the mythology than the original's freshman season did. Visiting each of the past Avatar's temples allows Aang to commune with them, and even allow them to take over his body, as in the case of Avatar Kyoshi. As a result, we get to meet both Kyoshi and Avatar Kuruk in addition to Avatar Roku much earlier in the timeline.

Kim says he spoke with original Avatar creators Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko before they departed the live-action project over unresolvable creative differences. But the writers' room also benefited from all the supplemental Avatar materials that were released in the past years, including the companion novels and comic books.

"A lot of that stuff about those Avatars came from the Kyoshi novels," he says. "One of the Kyoshi novels talks a lot about Avatar Kuruk, same with the character of Kyoshi. The Avatars were useful characters throughout the season because they were able to confront Aang and voice his various conflicts, both as incarnations of himself and as characters on their own. One of the things you see is in episode 2 when he first talks to Kyoshi. We drew upon elements of what happens when he meets Roku in the original series and gave it to Koshi because we needed that element early in our series, to see the power of the Avatar."

A topic he explored with DiMartino and Konietzko was why the Avatar is the only one who can bring balance to the world. "'He can master all four elements, but isn't that the same as having four different benders?' 'No, he's also got the Avatar State.' 'Well, what does that mean?' So in episode 2, we see the power of the Avatar," he says.

Cracking Sokka

Of all the characters translated to live action, Kim says Sokka was "a little less fleshed out" than the others.

"Katara had the trauma of her mother's death, which is also Sokka's mother, but you didn't see too much evidence of that with Sokka," Kim explains of the adaptation process. "Zuko obviously has the story with his father and the Agni Kai, and Aang has the burden of being the Avatar. Sokka is a little bit more of a blank canvas in that regard, so we built in more into his backstory, which is in the original, it's just a little subtler."

The writers decided to lean more into the absence of Sokka's father and the pressures of having to lead the Southern Water Tribe at such a young age, as well as his struggles being the only non-bender of Team Avatar. "What does that mean for a human being when everyone around you has these superpowers and you don't?" Kim says. "It's all there in the original, we just drew it to the fore a little more."

It also blended easily into the Princess Yue (Amber Midthunder) arc later on. "She's able to see through all of his bluster and all of his attempts at comedy, and sees this insecurity," Kim adds. "So that was great to play with."

The 41st Division

A change to the original story Kim is most proud of is the 41st Division of the Fire Nation's military. In the Netflix series, the troupe was meant to be sacrificial lambs to distract enemy forces, but Zuko urges his father to appoint them as his crew in exile. The reveal cements the soldiers' respect for the Fire Nation prince and becomes a mirror to the found family element of Team Avatar.

"It's a small change, but it is so impactful in its way because it really drives home the story of Zuko's arc," Kim says. "He cannot find the compassion and love that he wants from his father because what he sees as a weakness in himself is his compassion. Then he finds it in this family that he's built with his crew. The message of the whole series really is about the family we make for ourselves."

The hardest VFX shot

Oddly enough, Koi-zilla wasn't the most difficult visual effects sequence to pull off in Avatar: The Last Airbender; neither was the attack on the Southern Air Temple. That distinction falls to a rather small sequence involving water and an arrow.

In episode 3, Katara thwarts Jet's (Sebastian Amoruso) plot to assassinate the Mechanist (Danny Pudi) and King Bumi by hurling water at a flaming arrow. "That's one of the hardest waterbending shots in the show because it's just doing something that water really doesn't do," says Jabbar Raisani, an executive producer, director, and VFX supervisor on the show. "It's traveling a really long distance, it's going against gravity upwards, and we really struggled with it."

The VFX team experimented with the movement of liquid by throwing buckets of water in the air over and over until they had enough references they could pull from. "That was not literally put in, but that's the inspiration for how the water moves through space," Raisani adds.

[pyroweasel]

🤡🎢✨⛔💖💌❌👀🤲

🤡 (What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?)

I'll share this WIP line that will probably never see the light of day. You kind of need to know to appreciate it, maybe, but it still kind of makes me laugh. **"Don't fucking touch me - filthy little - do you ever bathe?” 

"I try not to," Peep chirps, and then with a fresh grin they reach both hands out in Hazel's direction - making grabbing motions as if threatening to touch his face."** 🎢 (Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?) Had To Be You, hands down. Mostly because it would so wildly fluctuate from 'this part is so easy let me publish four chapters in a row' to 'I've taken two months to finish this chapter and I still hate it.' It was a good time over all but boy was it a ride to get through. ✨ (Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉) I already did one do I have to do another...(jkjk) I think my long/run-on sentences are pretty well-crafted and tend to add exactly the sort of punch/affect I'm trying to manage. ⛔ (Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?) Oh I have so many of these. I wouldn't even try to list them, but I'll highlight one of my personal favorites. I once had a fic planned that was essentially Addison being assigned Captain on this massive ship who's sole purpose was to transport "precious cargo." Spoiler alert, the cargo was an imprisoned Trep. It was very saucy, very much meant to highlight Trep's abilities as an Imp and was not necessarily destined for a good ending. It would have been fun, I think.

💖 (What made you start writing?) I couldn't tell you, honestly. I've been writing since I was a kid, since before I even remember doing it. We still have one of the first 'books' I ever wrote. What I can say is it's just...everything to me. It's a distraction. It's soothing. It's a way for me to connect with my partner and my friends. When I'm really sad, or really happy, or hell I'll say it even horny, writing is there, you know? I can do anything I want in there. I can write anything I want. I can bring these characters that mean everything to me to life in my own words. I can put them through hell, or get them comfort, or find them love. I can explore the world's brightest themes, and its darkest. I don't know. It's how I get all the things inside out. I don't really have any other creative pursuits that I feel like I'm good enough at to do that, so writing is the way. 💌 (How do you feel about comments and feedback?) I love comments. I love to know what I did right, what resonated, what people are thinking about what could happen next. I also love expressions of joy/enjoyment like keysmashes and such. I'm sensitive to criticism though, even well-meaning criticism, which is purely a me issue but can make getting feedback/comments kind of stressful sometimes. Especially when I'm nervous about a write to begin with.

❌ (What's a trope you will never write?) Never is a strong word because there have been times I've dabbled in things I thought I'd never dabble in. And I honestly can't think of any specific one right now that makes me thing 'ew no never.' I don't enjoy most things centering around pregnancy, though. Little cute moments with pregnant characters is one thing, but I don't like to focus on it much. 👀 (Tell me about an up and coming wip please!)

I have so many WIPs....a few fan favorites in the works are more chapters for the reincarnation AU for Hazing, Fable finally gets to meet Keet's pets, that one chapter for To The Left where these two finally get down, and a scattering of other hazing stuff. 🤲 (Would you please share a snippet of a wip?)

Okay...let me dig one up here. **Home, he thinks - spitting the word in his mind even as his feet turn in its direction. A tiny townhouse he doesn't know the first thing about fixing. A ratty bed, a shitty TV, a computer that barely connects most of the time. The self-inflicted bare minimum because it has never really been his home - only a place for his pets. A place to land when he wanted to rest because where the hell else was he supposed to go? 

It's not his home, he thinks - bitter, angry, aching. 

It's not his home, he thinks - paused outside, glaring up at the shingles and the brick. Humans pass around him - souls whispering at a distance, arching briefly in his direction until they're far enough away to snap free. Busy, loud, and something stings at his eyes. 

"Keet?" 

He starts, turns, and there's Fable. This silly little human who resists his pull but somehow keeps finding him anyway. Who'd held him at his worst, and called themself his friend, and who's here now, again. Standing near his apartment, watching him with a turned head and a curious stare. 

"Are you alright?" 

Keet opens his mouth to answer - closes it again - and then finally, after a second, he says instead,

"What are you doing here?"**

[stfu-im-thinking-abt-blorbo]

Thoughts on each TDI Reboot episode, continuing onto 8. SPOILERS UNDER THE READMORE.

Back at it again this afternoon yahooo.

Putting trigger warnings on this for emetophobia. Nothing descriptive, but I know some people just wanna avoid this stuff entirely.

Barely a minute in and I am already telling Chase to stfu.

Zee you are a darling, please never change.

Bowie sleeping with the girlies. 🏳️‍⚧️ 🤨

Why is Julia benefitting from being an asshole after getting exposed? Also 3M+ Now she definitely has bragging rights.

Raj left Bowie a present 🥺 Nasty mouth guard, but the poem is so sweet.

BOWIE DONT PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH YOU JUST STEPPED ON IT

Rainbow food for breakfast in honor of losing one of the gays. Also damn didn't think Chris would ever be serving up food for any of the campers. Even season 1 Chris would never.

Why did Chef Hatchet pour milk on a raw steak?

WHY did he cut an entire bottle of of ketchup in half??

WHY PIZZA IN THE TOASTER

Kitty gets pets, good.

Oh it's a mystery food episode, ain't it.

Julia hit Bowie, she's definitely homophobic in my books now.

Why the wedgies. Leave Zee alone, he hasn't done anything.

Ew het couples

Yes Bowie dig into Emma for getting back with that POS Chase.

Another writers' poorly concealed fetish episode. This time its emeto.

Every time Priya mentions her parents I get very :(

Awww Chef's actual chef outfit got a nice upgrade. It looks so nice! Can't wait for it to get ruined :')

Rainbow puke. That's a new one. And it was Bowie first, of course.

Maybe Chris is the one with an emeto fetish.

Zee has no tastebuds from all the soda he drinks. o7

So much respect for how dedicated Zee is. Also holy fuck the perspective drawings they're doing.

Emma and Chase being lovey-dovey is the most gross thing in this episode so far /j

Yaaaay they're split again!!

ADHD(Emma) vs Autism(Chase) let's gooooo

And Chase is still chasing after her, get a fucking clue dude.

Why is Chef just carrying a bowl of maggots around.

Toe jam cookies 😰

Why was the milk the thing that got to Zee?? Soda junkie can't handle a bit of milk. I wanna say autism again, especially with his reaction, but my autistic ass loves milk and cookies.

No one tell Zee Chef Hatchet used milk on the steak earlier.

I think this is the most angry I've ever seen Zee. And it's just midly peeved mixed with really tired.

TAPEWORM???

IT HAS A CONFESSIONAL LMAO

They're gonna accidentally kiss aren't they

Julia wins?? Lame.

Oh fuck the camera crew is back. How many seasons has it been? All but the first???

How did Zee show off?? He was just vibing.

Bye Ripper, I don't hate you. Still wanna put you in a blender tho.

Gross episode to be sure. But neither above nor below average. It's felt the most "Total Drama" out of every episode so far, like I could possibly confuse this for something happening in og Island, so I'll give it props for that.

Still miss Raj and Wayne tho.

[justices-blade]

You know, usually when he's out to get corrupt occupiers or senators to pay for what they've done, there's a lot more straightforward beating their asses or setting their stuff on fire or otherwise sabotaging them involved, and a lot less crazed squealing. Noone ever really jumped in to defend the Begnion soldiers back then either, unless they were either benefitting in some way or just straight up pigs in the same blanket.

"Saints, you can't just hurt them!"

So... Edward's kind of at a loss when the civilians, girls and boys alike, start shrieking in horror at the sight of Caladbolg already drawn and at the ready. The equally pleased grin he shoots Elincia quickly morphs into confusion. The imposter's hair's blue, for sure, but several tones off and too wavy to boot, and there's paint chipping off the hilt of his sword. His arms are all wrong too, definitely not used to swinging any sort of blade. He has other weapons in his arsenal, though; 'Marth' speaks with a demure bat of the eyelashes, a gentle, soothing voice:

babygirl? babygirl???

Ew. Ew! Edward's face contorts as his skin crawls, accompanied by the distinct urge to mutter 'cringe' under his breath, or just wholesale walk up and knee this guy in the crown jewels. Sure, the guys look appropriately handsome, but even the prettiest skin can't salvage a rotten apple for anything more than food poisoning or compost.

Though, it looks like his revulsion's for other reasons than Elincia's. The disgust flips back into complete and utter bafflement — This amount of mood whiplash has to count as some kind of sport, right? The princes seem just as baffled at her accusation, but the taller of the two, 'Roy', steps in. (That's not right either, Roy's way shorter than Marth!)

"Darlings," the imposter croons at both of them. Edward cringes again, but it goes under in another sea of squealing, "Wherever did you hear that? We, noble princes of Lycia and Altea, would never dare endanger a child." Blue eyes glitter bright with false conviction. Grey eyes stare back, unamused. Caladbolg doesn't lower. One of the villagers speak up, then, an utterly smitten young lad.

"They must be up to something nefarious to accuse you like that!" And just like that, the square proceeds to erupt into chaos, a hundred hundred eyes turned on the two of them with fervent vitriol.

"Oh, what terrible people!"

"How dare you say that about our cutieberries!"

"You're just jealous little haters!"

"I bet you eat babies for lunch and dinner!"

Edward's brows shoot up a bit further at that last one as he ducks away from a tomato being thrown at his head. "What the heck are you even talking about?!" His grip on Caladbolg's hilt shifts into the defensive; A nectarine pit bounces off his head next as he moves to shield Elincia. Urgh. These are civilians, even if they're being real stupid. He can't fight his way through this, and he's no good at talking through things. Sword still at the ready, grey eyes glance backwards, completely and utterly flummoxed.

"Um." Real smart, Edward. "Elincia?" Real, real smart. Try that again. "If this guy calls me any more pet names I might lose my marbles."

Well, not productive, but it's honest, at least.

babygirl, what’s your name?

As the most successful scammers of the group, “Marth” and “Roy” are your biggest targets. A chance encounter in a large town brings you face to face with the two, but things turn complicated when a crowd forms in support of the imposters. A gaggle of fans proudly support these “down-to-earth princes”, viciously defending them against your supposed slander. Try as you might, just one sensuous “babygirl” from Marth is enough to rally the crowd against you. The puffed-up “Roy” goes as far as to say they are undefeatable in their strength and purity of heart… but can they prove it? [Grants Sword +1]

The two men have evaded the church’s grasp for sometime, imitating two of her students to unscrupulous ends. Finally, they are caught between herself and Edward in the middle of town. Elincia shoots him a pleased smile, proud of their efforts and teamwork. Yet a crowd draws closer with every second, enthralled and enchanted by the pair of scoundrels. Do they not yet realise the danger they pose? How they besmirch the good name of two honourable young gentlemen?

“Leave our princes alone!” shouts a young woman, and Elincia turns her head in confusion.

“But Marth is Archanaea’s king, these men tell you naught but falsehoods.” She pinches her brow, taking a deep breath to calm herself. “Their deception and racketeering has led innocent people to bankruptcy. They must be stopped!”

“Babygirl, must we fight them?” The man who is very much not Marth asks in a voice barely above a whisper. The crowd starts squealing in a bizarre display of delight. She looks to Edward, puzzled by the response as the arrogant, imposter Roy threatens them with his infinite strength. Her hand twitches, the instinct to grasp Amiti’s hilt in defence almost irresistible but something else troubles her deeply.

“Babygirl? No! Absolutely not! How dare you call yourself pure of heart if you’re willing to drag an innocent child into a fight! A baby, too! A defenceless little baby. You should be ashamed!”

@justices-blade

[chippedaxe]

Title: Make Things Clear

Warnings: !TW. STEPCEST!, !NSFW!, degrading, pet names/ degrading names, swearing, teasing, etc.. Pairing: dom!George X sub!reader Pronouns: they/them GN ANATOMY Synopsis: Gnf is a bitchy step bro and this is just another one of your guys' fights, only a little more heated. And naked. Word count: 3K Note: In terms of anatomy for the reader, the only 'body parts' that will be mentioned is: nipples/chest (either flat chest or breasts) /hole (either vag hole or ass hole)/ wetness (either ass lubricant, idk the name, or vaginal lubricant)

- I kinda hate this but whatever T-T I wanted to actually write this with way more words but there was already a lot more words there than I normally write. I normally write around 1K-1.5K but this one is 3K

If this type of content offends you in any way then please just ignore it, I have tons of other content on my page that isn’t stepcest content and you’re able to blockout any stepcest content by blocking the ‘tw stepcest’ or ‘stepcest cw’ tag <3

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You stepped through the doorway, bumping into it gently as you were trying to collect your surroundings. You were still half asleep and very very tired, you didn't even know why you woke up in the first place until you were tumbling onto the fall face first.

"Ew, watch where you're going idiot" George spat at you. There's your reason for being awake, this snobby little man had woken you up with his loud obnoxious video calls! It was hard not to get up when his high pitched screechy voice was bouncing off the walls and ringing through your head, it fucking sucked having a stepbrother!

It's incredibly cliché to have the 'stepsiblings who hate each other' kind of bond that you two have but its not like you can fucking help it! George is a whole new kind of annoying that is just unbearable to deal with! You'd be a whole lot happier with a whiny baby brother who dribbles everywhere and can't do anything for himself - oh wait, you already do! Except he isn't a baby, he's a full grown man who should be doing actual things instead of tormenting you!

You groaned and rubbed at your nose, pulling yourself up off the floor. Your vision was still all blurry from the sleep in your eyes so you moved your hands to rub at them and hopefully clear your vision. As soon as you could properly see again, your eyes landed on George standing at the kitchen counter making toast. He used the hem of his shirt to wipe at his tired face so you got flashed with the sight of his stomach and chest.

"God damn."

Clearly. You weren't thinking straight.

Because obviously - you wouldn't have said that if you were.

"Ugh, what??" George turned around to face you with a disgusted look on his face. "I mean.. God damn, you're taking a long time making toast- aha." it was awkward how you were trying to explain yourself. However, George bought it, so it didn't matter how pained you were throughout that whole experience.

"Tch. Impatient much? Can't even wait for me to finish making my toast, you gotta always butt in with your neediness!" the way George spoke to you made heat rise to your face. You couldn't always tell if it was out of anger or from being flustered but neither could he which I guess is what ultimately mattered.

"My neediness?" You questioned "YES, your need to constantly obsess over me and annoy me!" George rolled his eyes at you before continuing with his toast "obsess? I never obsess over you! And you're the annoying one!" You complain "How am I the annoying one? I literally like never bother you ever" George scoffed "You're literally always scoffing at me and rolling your eyes in my direction!" You told him "And how does that bother you?" George asked nonchalantly.

"Ugh, you fucking suck! You fucking- cock sucker!" you shout out him before walking off, pausing for a bit when you hear him mumble under his breath "You're the cock sucker." he spoke to himself. "What was that!?" you walked back in immediately and got up in his face "I said that you're the cock sucker, bitch" George snapped back. "NO. You're the one who's sucking on Dream's cock, I hear you talk with him every night. Oh Dream, Come back Dream- Shut the fuck up"

"I do nothing like that with him! And why're you obsessed with cock sucking? You into me or something?" George teased you. You stifled a bit, this wasn't the first time he's said something like that to you. He normally says it to get his own way, knowing you'll give it up in fear or anyone thinking you like your own stepbrother. "Who would be into you? You're a mess!" You crossed your arms "Speak for yourself, I bet you make a mess of yourself every night thinking of me!" George accused you.

"WHAT!?" You audibly gasped, backing up a bit "I do not!" you were thinking about storming off when George did it first. He grabbed his toast and turned to walk away, putting it in his mouth before spitting it out "Gross! you made me burn it!" He shouted "Guess you are what you eat. Crusty, burned out and disgusting" You made fun of him "I'll show you disgusting you-" George turned around to face you.

You decided not to back down and got in his face as well, both of your chests pressing up against the others. "What're you gonna do? Hit me?" You taunted him "I bet you have the strength of a weak kitten" You flicked his nose and laughed in his face, George bit back and shoved you to the floor. You hit the ground "Kids! That's enough, stop fighting!" His father called out to the both of you.

"George, you apologize to your younger sibling now." he spoke up "But Daddy!-" George exclaimed "No but's George, you apologize now" George groaned in annoyance. George sheepishly crossed his arms and lowered his head, eyes never meeting your gaze as he mumbles softly under his breath "I'm sorry" he says quietly. "What was that?" You push him further "I said. I'M SORRY." George repeated again with more anger in his tone.

"Yeah? For what? For shoving me? For annoying me for the past year? For being born? For what?" You grinned at him when he suddenly had enough. He didn't shove you this time, only bumping your shoulder as he walked away. You laughed to yourself victoriously, knowing that your actions would come back to bite at you later on.

Your eyes landed on the mess George made in the kitchen, the burnt toast he spat out now on the floor. You sighed to yourself, once again you would be cleaning up after him. The adult baby. You knew it wouldn't take long but it still annoyed you, bending down to wipe the crumbs off the ground and putting the paper towel in the bin.

You slowly walked to the dining room where your stepfather was, sitting down at the table with him to have a conversation "Uh.. Dad?" you spoke up "Yeah? what's up hun?" he looked up from his book "Has George um.. Always been this way?" You asked "Well he's always shown his love differently, that's right aha" your stepfather laughed to himself slightly. It was sorta awkward but it was bearable.

"There's no way that thing could love anyone!" You commented before then remembering who you're talking to "I mean-" he cut you off "It's fine. It's just normal sibling bonding, I'm sure you'll be able to see the real side of George one day" your stepfather glanced back at his book "Did you know the main character of this story is completely different to the movie? It's super weird but it's kinda cool how they are able to show the different perspectives in that-" and that's when you knew it was your cue to get up in leave.

You tuned out the volume of your stepfathers voice, just letting him ramble to himself about his book as you walked upstairs to your bedroom. On the way you noticed George's door was open, thinking to yourself that you could berate him a bit more for his mess in the kitchen but then deciding against it. Never the less though you still decided to check in on him, knocking on the door before entering.

"God, what do you want?" George didn't even look up from his phone "Nothing. It's just uh- your dad's a dork" you joked light heartedly "I know right? He's a complete nerd for his science fiction books" this was probably the first time you saw George smile around you. Your eyes lit up a bit as you saw it "Your smiles nice, why don't I see it more?" you asked him.

George shrugged, the smile slowly disappearing "I dunno. Maybe it's because I'm normally totally miserable when I'm around you?" he glanced up at you for a moment. "Is there anything I can do to make the relationship between us better? I don't like how we're.. I don't know, so far apart?" You wanted you two to be closer but you weren't sure George wanted the same thing.

"I don't know, you're pretty annoying so maybe you can just stay away" George put his phone down now "Well how can I stop being annoying?" you ask "I don't know! It's nothing specific! It's just- everything about you ticks me off! Your smell, your hair, your voice, your stupid face!" George yelled at you. That's when your brain finally got it.

"George. That.. Sounds a lot like love to me?" you were uncertain if it was good to tell him that but the look on his face said it all. His eyebrows raised and his face went slightly red "Wha- Love? You? NO! You're disgusting for even thinking that! I'm sure you're just projecting your love onto me!" George disagreed with you.

You were sure of your thoughts, you were sure that you were absolutely correct and had no doubts about it. "Maybe I am" You responded quietly under your breath "Wh- What?" He looked at you to meet your gaze, "Maybe. I. Am." you repeated again "That's so weird! And gross! And disgusting! I should tell Dad-" You cut him off.

"Or.. Maybe you shouldn't?" You never usually had this type of confidence but I guess today is opposite day. "What're you implying here exactly?" George seemed suspicious of the whole thing, admittedly he was correct to be suspicious but that doesn't make it any less hurtful.

"I'm just saying! Is it really the best idea for your father to find out about us?" You crossed your arms, a small grin painting your face. "B-But we didn't DO anything! YOU'RE the one with the hots for your stepbrother, I don't like YOU!" George exclaimed loudly "Maybe if you say you don't like me one more time than you'll actually start to believe it!" You snickered to yourself.

"You're so annoying!" it seemed like George had almost given up with his 'bitchy stepsibling who hates the other sibling' trope but he hadn't exactly "Then I think you should do something about it and shut me up huh'?" you knew what you were doing when you spoke to him- what you didn't know was how he'd react.

George leaped at you basically, pushing you onto the floor and straddling your hips. I'm sure he didn't mean for his actions to be so sexual seeing as he still looks to be seething with anger, but you can't lie and say that him holding your wrists above your head now ISN'T somewhat kinky. "George! Let go!!" You tried to wiggle your way out of his grip but he stopped you "You told me to do something!" George smiled down at you victoriously.

After a few seconds of silence you speak up "So. Are you gonna let me up or?" You asked "Nah I'm kinda bored and seeing you struggle on the floor is entertaining me. Besides, what else would I do?" George rolled his eyes "Kiss me." You were quick to say, making George shoot a look of embarrassment and nervousness at you.

"A- A kiss?? Are you serious? That's a terrible idea!!" George was obviously now flustered from your idea, his grip slightly loosening but you didn't think to try and break free. "You're totally right! I bet you're a terrible kisser anyways" You knew it'd break him, "I AM NOT! I'll have you know that Dream says I am an EXCELLENT kisser!" George shouts out "Oh yeah? Your online boyfriend said that?" George grumbles at you "He- He's not my online boyfriend!" he puffs his cheeks out slightly.

"Well. Prove it then. Show me how 'excellent' you are" You say while also using your fingers to do air quotes (doing the best you can considering being tied up.) "Wh- Fine. I'll prove it to you!" George leans in and roughly presses his lips against yours, not even trying to find a rhythm between the two of you as he's already rushing through it. You feel desperation in his kiss. He doesn't say it but he was desperate to be kissing you.

You try to keep at his pace, roughly kissing him back. You use your teeth to gently tug on his bottom lip as you two are kissing, causing George to hesitantly open his mouth. Your tongue pushed inside his mouth to fight for dominance but quickly lost as George shoved his tongue down your throat, the two of you kissing for a while until you pulled away for air.

"So I was pretty good right? Told you" George showed off and gave a smug look "Yeah.. Really good" you hadn't meant to say it out loud but the words had made a blush creep to George's face. "Huh??" he turned his head away bashfully "I- uh- liked it a lot" you were now embarrassed too from what you were saying "Well I didn't! You sucked- you were totally too slow!" George lowered his head so you couldn't see his face.

"Well maybe it would've been easier for me to keep up if you weren't so desperate for my lips" You teased him "WHAT? H- How dare you say that!?" George seemed like he was angry again as his hold on your wrists got tighter. "George-" you croaked "What!? What is it!?" He groaned in annoyance "I want you to kiss me again, please?" It was a little bit pitiful how you were begging for him "now look who's desperate for my lips?"

You closed your eyes and waited for him to finish talking so he could kiss you, him quickly taking the hint and leaning back down to your lips. George listened to what you had said before and tried to take it slower, his eagerness still showing as he was still slightly fast at it. You couldn't help your actions. You really couldn't. Otherwise you wouldn't have done it. Your hips rolled up to meet his, making him gasp into the kiss and pull away gently.

He didn't even have any words for you.

He just stared down at you with an unreadable expression.

You slowly repeated your action, lifting your hips up but he quickly pinned them down. Your hands were now free. Not sure what to do with them, you kept them above your head. "You're such an annoying sibling, so fucking needy and horny, disgusting" George scoffed "You're acting as if you don't constantly take it up the ass by Dream" you laughed but shut up when George's grip on your hands tightened.

"That's it. You wanna act like a bitch? You can treated like a bitch. Take off your clothes now." George moved so he was now seated between your legs on the floor. You hastily started stripping off your clothes, your eagerness to get naked was quite embarrassing but you didn't notice. Your nipples hardened when they felt the air hit them, the air cold from a draft coming through the vent.

George flicked the buds as he saw them. Grinning to himself, his eyes glance up at your face to watch your reaction. You flinch slightly but not from pain, wincing at the sensitivity from them. "You're not that annoying when you don't talk and also obey me" George smiled down at you, making you shiver ever so slightly.

George grabbed at your bottoms, tugging them down and pulling them off. George giggled at your underwear for a moment "What? What're you laughing at!?" you pouted "Nothing, nothing, it's cute.." he snickered to himself once again "I just think it's funny how they're my favorite colour is all, like did you plan this?" George asked.

"No but I always secretly hoped you'd have enough of our bickering and pin me to a wall and fuck me!!" you gasped "Really!?" George's eyes went wide, you were sure that comment probably fueled his ego a whole lot more "No idiot. It's literally just a coincidence."

George sighed sadly before taking your underwear off, his hand dipping down to slowly rub at your wet hole "I'm gonna fuck your sweet hole since you think I like taking it up the ass, okay?" George said it with the cruelest tone but you knew that he was asking for your consent so you nervously nodded your head.

You feel yourself being opened gently as George slips his two fingers inside your hot hole, a lewd squelching sound coming from you as he fingers you. George seems to know what he's doing as he's stretching you open, drawing a soft moan from you "Ah- do you have experience from fingering your ass?" you asked with a playful tone "Wouldn't you like to know perv?" he replied with the same playful voice.

After a few moments you let out a breathy sigh "I think- if you're ready, you can put yourself inside.." You tell him. George tugs his pants down just enough so his cock is free, rubbing the tip on your wetness before sliding himself in finally. It felt like your whole life was now complete that you were finally fucking your stepbrother, the forbidden apple you wanted for so long. Ever since your mom first bought her boyfriend and his son to your home, you had been in love with him.

George thrusted in and out of you "A- hah- Are you sure you're not gonna get tired during this and need me to ride you?" You weren't sure why he was letting you get away with all these snarky comments but you were glad he was. George ignored you and thrusted his hips deeper, skin slapping against skin as he thrusted deep inside of you.

The tip of his cock pressed against just the right parts inside of you, making you now a writhing mess on the floor. "You look so good like this.." George groaned into your ear, his words basically sending you over the edge. George scoffed "It hasn't even been that long! You're super bad at this. Whatever, I'll just grind on your thigh to get off" George rolled his eyes "W- Well next time I'll show you and make sure you cum before me!" you challenge him.

George's eyes glanced up at you with slight curiosity "Next time?"

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Note: This is not proof read and this is unedited. This also was not requested at all, I just had a dream abt George and felt like writing this (the dream was nothing like this fic but whtvr)

[geeky-politics-46]

A Natural

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Stephen begins teaching the mystic arts to your daughter, and you both ruminate on your current pregnancy.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - pregnant sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, light dirty talk, pet names, language, creampie, sweet fluffy sex

"Patience my little sorceress. I know you can do it. It just takes time and practice. Slow down and breathe. Okay? You are already doing much better than when I tried to teach mommy."

You stuck your tongue out at your husband across the room, making your daughter lose her concentration. She erupted in giggles when Stephen copied your silly action. 

You strode towards the pair of them and took a seat on the couch behind where they were practicing. So you and your belly were out of the potential line of magical fire. While daddy and daughter worked on their magic you rubbed your growing pregnant belly and wondered if this child would take more after you or Stephen. 

You knew Stephen wanted them to take after you. That way each of you had a mini me. You kinda wanted another Stephen to be honest. It would be chaotic, but god it would be hysterical. As much as you two had talked about wanting one of each, a boy and a girl, you had your suspicion that Stephen was secretly rooting for another girl. 

He loved having a little girl to dote on. To play princess and tea party with. To watch Disney movies over and over with. To dance with her as if he was the Disney prince. To look at him like he hung the moon. He was a big softie really, despite all outward dark scary appearances, and once you had Donna he became a complete teddy bear.

It didn't take long for you and Stephen to conceive the second time around. Within six months, probably closer to three. The universe seemingly listened loud and clear to the intention once you put it out there. The universe seemed to be doing nothing but encouraging your little family to flourish. Soon you would be far enough along that Stephen would start to be able to sense whether you were adding a boy or another little girl to that family.

You didn't think Stephen could get any happier than the day you gave birth to Donna, until the day you found out you were officially pregnant a second time. He was practically bursting at the seams when you told him you were pregnant again. He literally picked you up and spun you around. Borderline jumping for joy. 

You thought back to the days after you first fell into his world. To when getting him to even say full sentences to you was a stretch. He was a completely different man now. He was still your Stephen though. The man who was so determined to protect you at all costs. Even before he knew you he made it clear he would keep you safe, and he had never once faltered in that promise.

"Well maybe I would have stuck with it if you didn't start kissing me every time I couldn't do it and got upset. That kinda reinforced my wanting to get it wrong."

Stephen came over to where you were sitting and leaned down resting his hands on the bump you were now sporting. Pressing a kiss on the bump before leaning up to press several small kisses and one deeper one on your lips. Your daughter was starting to grow tired of your constant affections for each other. If it was even possible Stephen had gotten more lovey with you since you got pregnant again. 

"Well if I didn't kiss you so much we might not have our little sorceress over here and that little one too. So all in all, I think it was still a win." 

"Ew, can you guys please stop kissing?! I'm trying to practice magic with daddy." 

In addition to starting the basics of regular schooling. Things like starting to read and write. Stephen had also decided that your barely past toddler age daughter was also going to start learning the basics of the mystic arts. Something that despite your apparent latent magical abilities, abilities that managed to rebirth bits and pieces of your universe, you had crashed and burned at. You never got beyond a few small sparks.

Stephen turned back to Donna but left both hands on your belly. You knew he was gonna try to bargain his way into a few more kisses. You could tell it was one of those days he would be all over you. After putting Donna to bed you were sure that he would want some frisky time. The fact that you were starting to show drove him absolutely bananas. Seeing your belly full with his baby was an aphrodisiac like nothing else for him. He practically drooled when he saw you naked. You kinda loved it. It made you like your changing body instead of worrying about it.

"I want two more good kisses from mama and I'll give you an extra 5 minutes of magic practice. Okay?" 

"Just two?" You questioned, already not believing him.

"For now."

He quirked his eyebrows at you with a devilish look in his eyes before he moved in to place his last two kisses on your lips. The first one was just a little deeper and longer than it needed to be. The second one ending with a little lick along your bottom lip, clearly indicating that he had plans for you later. You gave him a little wink that you knew your daughter wouldn't catch, letting him know you were game for whatever he intended for the two of you later.

"Alright teacher, don't keep your star student waiting. The flunkie will just sit here and watch. Maybe this one will learn through osmosis."

You patted your belly and that made his eyes light up a little extra. He hadn't thought about making sure your unborn baby was exposed to his magic lessons too! It made sense. It was common for people to expose their unborn children to classical music in utero. Why not magic? He was gonna have to make sure you were around for more of these magic lessons. Just in case.

He turned his attention back to Donna and moved behind her, helping to position her hands. He had crafted a small sling ring for her that was frankly the cutest thing you had ever seen. They were both taking this very seriously, even if she probably wouldn't be capable of much magic for a couple more years. 

"You've been hearing and seeing these spells since you were months old. I know you know them. Deep breath, and focus."

He took a deep breath with her and then let go of her shoulders to let her do the hand motions on her own. You watched in surprise when after a few more attempts you saw the first few orange gold sparks appear from her small fingers. Your hands flew up to cover your mouth in shock. Stephen had trouble containing his giddiness. He was trying so hard to stay in teacher mode and not go full proud parent. 

It didn't stop Donna from jumping up and down, bouncing in a circle excitedly. It appeared that her father was right. She was going to be a natural sorceress.

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Your husband entered the room and quickly wrapped his arms around you from behind. Rubbing your baby bump with both hands and burrowing his face into your neck. Purring as he held you close. This time, knowing you were pregnant from the very start, he was making sure to note all the small little things that changed about you as well as the big things. For example, your scent had changed. It was something he noticed a few weeks after you took the test that came back positive. You started to smell sweeter and warmer. A little bit more musky. Normally your scent had a bit of crispness to it, almost a citrus bite. Now it was like that citrus had ripened to it's peak. 

He was also paying very close attention to every tiny bit your body grew. He had been the one to notice the first time your bump had become visible, even before you caught it. He didn't let you sleep at all that night. He just couldn't keep his hands off of you for longer than 10 mins at a time. You really didn't think you would have been so happy to see your body change so drastically if you didn't have a partner who embraced it so much.

He had started leaving small kisses along your skin and it wasn't long before they turned from sweet pecks to heated love nips. His favorite time of the day was when he got to steal a few moments alone with you and he always tried to make the most of them. He had just put Donna to bed and now all his attention could be lavished onto you. He loved being a father, but you were the thing that his world revolved around. The true center of his universe. 

You couldn't help but crane your neck and let your head tilt to the side a little to give your husband better access to the smooth warm skin he was seeking. He quickly took advantage of it and let his teeth nip at a spot just below your jaw prompting you to inhale sharply through your nose. He licked at the spot tenderly to soothe it before taking it in his teeth again. Just to make sure. Even if he couldn't leave marks all over your neck like he used to, unless he wanted your daughter asking all sorts of questions, he still liked to leave one little one here or there. 

Even if you were currently bearing the most obvious and beautiful mark he could ever leave on you. Your growing pregnant belly. Slowly becoming more visible day by day. Until you could hold your new little baby in your arms and he could drown you both, and Donna, in even more love than he thought his heart could give. His little family. After that he wanted to mark you that way all over again. Keep adding to your family until the Sanctum ran out of rooms.

"Do you know how much I love you my darling wife? How much I adore and worship you? How I would move heaven and Earth and the entire multiverse for you?"

"You don't have to lay it on quite so thick Stephen. I thought from earlier you already knew you were gonna get lucky tonight."

"Doesn't matter. I just wanted to tell you how much I love you. Every little thing about you. How grateful I am that you came into my life. Even how utterly terrible you are at the mystic arts. Everything. Because you are the reason for our magical little girl, and this little magic being. The fact that I get to make love to you is just the icing on the cake. Even if you never let me fuck you again I would still worship at your feet." 

"Well I think we both know I'm never going to stop letting you fuck me Stephen Strange, and hey not everybody can be a natural wizard like you. You are just lucky our daughter takes after her incredibly gifted and amazing father.”

His eyes narrowed at you through the mirror when you called him a wizard. You knew the title drove him up the wall when you did that, which made it one of the funnest things to do. It was one of the ways you liked to poke and tease him about the most. You were trying to hold back a grin when he put on his best scary and sinister face. A look that had no doubt sent chills through many, but for you it just made the butterflies he gave you start to flit through your stomach faster. 

“You are lucky you are the wife and mother of two, soon to be three, powerful sorcerers, love. Otherwise calling me a wizard would have dire consequences.”

Without any warning he scooped you up and carried you over to the bed. Letting you fall and bounce somewhat unceremoniously upon landing on the soft mattress, amid the fluffy blankets and covers. He grabbed your ankle and yanked you over to the side of the bed. You were too busy trying to cover your mouth to keep your yelps and laughter down to a volume Donna wouldn't hear to do much but wiggle in fake protest. Playfully swatting at his chest as he threw himself on top of you, making sure to be mindful of your belly, and descended on you smothering you in kisses. 

After a few sloppy excited kisses on both of your cheeks your lips finally met. The kiss was sweet and playful but still full of passion and desire. The feel of one of Stephen's hands coming to brush against your cheek making you press farther into his touch. His lips curled into a smile against yours as he continued his kisses. He loved feeling how you responded to his touch. You had never shied away from him. 

After a few more moments you were growing impatient with the slow lazy tempo Stephen had set. Your pregnancy hormones made your libido stronger, and the two of you had enough trouble getting enough of each other even before. To try and communicate your need for more you nipped at his bottom lip and arched your back to press your breasts tighter against his chest. You craved the feeling of his body on yours. Your breath getting quicker. 

He chuckled teasingly as you whined when he pulled away. He loved knowing that you were just as needy for him as he always was for you. Especially since now that you were showing he knew he had been near insatiable. He always worried about whether you were just trying to appease him. He knew you loved him, but his mind always liked to try and play tricks on him. Perhaps it was a lingering effect of the Darkhold, but he always worried in the back of his mind that he would never be worthy of the life you had given him. Feeling your body respond to him, your love and want for him, soothed those fears. 

"Seems like someone is feeling a little needy. What got you riled up? Hmm?"

"You know I love watching you do magic. Watching your hands and fingers, seeing you so confident. Then you come in here and get all lovey. You can't be surprised at what you do to me Stephen."

"Well, an incredibly sexy, beautiful, amazing woman did tell me I was a natural with magic. Of course she did also call me a wizard, knowing full well the correct term is sorcerer. Good thing I'm crazy about her." 

You gazed into Stephen's sparkling blue eyes as he smiled down at you. His body had settled on the bed beside you, staying pressed tight to you. The hand that wasn't at your face running up and down your side. Each pass letting the night shirt you were wearing creep higher up the side of your hip. His fingertips now making contact with the soft warm skin he loved so much. 

"Good thing indeed, because she is crazy about you." 

His lips lowered to yours again in a loving caress. Stopping in between kisses to nuzzle his face against yours. His heart fluttering every time his facial hair tickled you and made you giggle. He let himself melt into your kiss and let his body mold to yours, pulling your leg up to wrap around his hip when both your arms looped around his neck. Soft little moans starting to sneak past both of your lips as you drank each other in. Each noise spurring the other on, wanting to pull more from the other. 

Eventually your hands skimmed along the neck of his tunic and robes, starting to pull them loose from his body. Another whine of protest coming from you when he pulled away from your mouth to rid himself of his boots and the top half of his robes. Your pout disappeared as the smooth pale expanse of his chest came into clear view. The sinew of lean muscle on his back was visible as he turned to throw his clothes to the side. You couldn't take your eyes off of his as you watched him undress. Unable to find the desire to strip yourself when you could just watch him. He was beautiful. Everything about him was beautiful.

You felt your cheeks flush as he turned and looked at you while moving to start removing his pants. His gaze darkening when he saw you sheepishly try to hide the hormone driven blush on your cheeks. He knew what he was doing to you and he was loving every second of it. After getting the button and zipper of his pants undone he crawled back on top of you, spreading your legs so he could settle his weight between them and kissed you with a renewed hunger. Nipping at your lips when he felt your arms loop around his waist and over his low back. Your palms pressing into him as you let your hands slide under the fabric of his pants and grab at his ass. 

The feel of his skin through the fabric of his boxers quickly stopped being enough for you. So just as quickly as you had grabbed a hold of his ass you let go, only to swiftly slide them past the elastic of his underwear to once again dig your nails into his strong backside. Both layers of fabric starting to slide down more the tighter you cling to him. The elastic band now pressing against the base of his quickly hardening cock making him thrust forward against you. A groan coming from both of you at the friction he created. 

You needed to feel all of him. At times his touch felt like a drug. One hit to your system only made you crave more. So you didn't have to let go of him with your hands, you started trying to push his pants and boxers down with your feet. After a little bit of struggling you succeeded in shoving both layers down to his knees. The feel of his cock being freed making him gasp against your neck in between kisses.

Stephen pulled away and rolled beside you on the bed to finish getting his pants off, leaving him completely naked. You gazed at his nude form and practically purred at how sexy he was. How sexy your naked husband, the father of your babies was. You started rubbing at your belly as you got up on your knees, thinking about the fact that he put that baby there. The way he looked at you made you feel so sexy and wanted. You could feel his eyes on you as you pulled your night shirt over your head and threw it to the side. Your breasts and belly now on full display, leaving you in just your panties.

As you took your top off Stephen couldn't help but start to stroke himself a few times. He wanted you, he needed you. He beckoned you to come crawl on his lap before you could do anything else. Tonight he wanted to watch as you rode him.

As you crawled over and got on top of him, Stephen made a small wave of his hand and your panties magically disappeared. 

"That's cheating you know."

A shit eating grin appeared on his face. He started running his hands up your legs, from your knees to your hips. Then letting them cradle your belly before moving up to cup your breasts, letting his thumbs strum over your nipples. 

"Oh but I thought you liked watching me use magic. Watching my hands and fingers. Although there are much better things I can be doing with them."

 He let his fingers curl around your ribs and urged you to lean forward, lowering your chest so your breasts were right in his face. After a quick nuzzle in between them he took one nipple in his mouth. His tongue circled it until he felt it stiffen before licking and sucking on it. Then he repeated the actions on your other breast. After he finished lavishing your breasts with attention he moved back up your neck to your lips. Kissing you deeply and letting his tongue lick over yours adding to the heat and tension. 

"Ride me baby. Wanna watch you ride my cock. Use me to make yourself feel good darling."

He moved one hand down between your bodies as you lifted your hips to position the tip of his cock against your entrance. You immediately started sliding down on him. Moaning when you felt your hole starting to stretch around him. Taking him in a little bit before pulling back up and pushing down again and going a little bit farther. Working to pull every ounce of pleasure from that first delicious penetration. From that first delicious stretch that made you feel so full. Once you had bottomed out and had taken all of his cock inside you, you stopped your motions. Letting both of you bask in the feeling. 

Stephen brought his hands to your hips and started urging you to roll your hips forward to grind your pelvic bone against his, aiming to start stimulating your clit. You happily obliged. You loved that he tried to put your pleasure first most of the time, even when he was feeling greedy. He got off on seeing you shaking and moaning his name. So you let him start to grind your hips against him, bringing your hands to the sides of his head and leaning down to kiss him. 

Once you could tell you were getting closer to orgasm and felt the ball of heat growing in your low belly you urged his hands down to your thighs letting you sit up straight. Placing your hands over his you started to lift your body up and down on his cock. Moving teasingly slowly at first so you could feel each vein on his cock as you moved. Carefully starting to build your speed and force as you started to bounce faster. Pulling yourself up higher and moving your hands to his thighs, leaning back to make sure Stephen got a view of his cock sliding in and out of you. Making sure he could see the way your slick glistened on his skin, the way you had drenched his cock. 

He was hypnotized as he watched you. You looked like a goddess in the flesh. His very own goddess carrying his child. Seeing your growing belly as you rode him made his head spin. Every bounce of your body had him teetering on the edge of his control. He could feel his balls pulling closer to his body and knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but he had to get you there first. He had to. This was non-negotiable in his mind. 

Pulling one hand free from your grasp he licked his thumb and quickly brought it back down to start stroking your clit. His initial touch of the sensitive spot making your mouth fall open and your eyes fall shut.  He grinned to himself as he started circling and stroking the nerve filled bundle, listening for just the right noise that meant he found that perfect spot on your clit. While he did he repositioned himself with his feet flat on the bed, starting to thrust his hips up gently to meet yours. When you started whimpering and your bounces on him started losing their rhythm he started urging you on with sweet praises.

"That's it, love. I love watching you fall apart for me. Love feeling your pussy squeeze me so tight when you cum on my cock. I will never get tired of making you cum. So beautiful and so fucking perfect. Cum for me baby, just let go. Love you so much." 

When he felt your cunt start to flutter around him he took over the thrusting, but didn't stop his ministrations on your clit. You let the warm energetic pulse in the pit of your belly take over as your own movements slowed. Letting the electric wave of your orgasm sweep through your body out to your fingers and toes. Your head dropping back and a deep satisfied groan coming from your chest. 

Once the feeling waned and you floated back down to reality, you smiled at the man below you. Lowering your chest down to his and running your fingers into his hair as you kissed him over and over, whispering to him in between kisses. Pressing Your hips back to meet his thrusts with a faster and harder repetition. Wanting to work him to his climax just as he worked you to yours.

"I love you too Stephen. You make me feel so good. Want to make you feel just as good. Wanna make you cum baby. Love to feel you cum in me. Fill me up Stephen. Give me everything."

His hips picked up to a pounding speed as you coaxed him on. Strained groans falling from his lips and his eyebrows furrowed. A deep growl coming from him as you felt him tip over the edge and start to fill you. Feeling his cock throb inside you over and over until you were practically leaking with his seed.  For another moment he didn't let you move off of him. Wanting to stay in that moment, suspended in time, for as long as he could.

Eventually he let you move to clean yourself and him up before crawling back in bed next to him. You knew he hadn't taken his eyes off of you the entire time. He only relaxed again once you had snuggled back into his arms and he felt you relax with a deep exhale. Exchanging whispered "I love yous", before the weight of sleep took hold.

He held you tight in his arms and watched as you fell into a heavy sleep. Yeah you may have been shit at the mystic arts, but you had a magic that was all you own. A magic that Stephen wasn't sure he would ever fully understand, but he was okay with that as long as he could continue to bask in it with you. 

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[angelplummie]

Okay so like for starterssssss, I love getting represented as a chubby gal 🥺🥺 so I love you for writing that last Oikawa imagineeeee 😩😩😩

Soooo, I was wondering if I could request a plus size reader that really likes Kuroo, (and he’s like a super cliché bad boy🤰🏽) but he’s too embarrassed to be seen with Y/n. So she starts to hit on his friend or try to make him jealous. (I want you to add your own little idea here! But likeee, make her a baddie 😘😘)

Thanks baby 😚

HE’S A SCUMBAG DON’T YOU KNOW

KUROO X CHUBBY F!READER

Angsty?? kinda, a pinch of suggestive stuff

masterlist

post girlboss was referring to

a/n:i decided to go for emo / anger issues / definitely has punched a hole in his wall kuroo, just cuz i love writing losers, and i love seeing grown men cry. reader is like 20/21 just like college age yk, kuroo is 23 as stated in fic. p.s where my artic monkey hoes at

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex n specific sexual acts, suggestive stuff, uhhh bad boy but he’s not a (bad boy) he’s just a (bad) (boy) he’s just no good, like no fr never date guys like this, he may SEEM COOL and give you the dick but girl you will be so embarrassed once u realised u gave up the kitty for a man that genuinely believes tame impala and mac demarco are unheard of and calls himself an empath even though he’s mean to his mum every time she comes over to help with the laundry and has manipulated every girl he’s ever been in the vicinity of but i digress! on with the story!

“Kuroo-!” you yelped in surprised, bed bouncing beneath you. The second he had thrown you down, he ripped off his shirt and made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t shed his skinny jeans fast enough. Brows furrowed, he began hopping furiously to yank them off.

You laughed, much to his annoyance.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep up with that. What’s the rush?”

He sighed, and carefully pulled them off his ankles. Standing up straight, he seemed to have composed himself, with that cocky smirk on his rugged face. Your eyes trailed down his lean, long body. It was all you could do not to scream, he was so gorgeous. He took a few sweeping steps to where you lay, and got right on top of you, hands either side of your head. His eyes bore into you, it made you squirm internally, not that you would ever admit it.

“Just want you so bad, kitten.”

You barked out a laugh as if your heart didn’t jolt at his stupid pet name. It was such a stupid name, but coming from him it made you melt. Again, not like you’d ever admit it.

“Ew, Tetsu don’t call me kitten, it’s cr-“

He cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, you could feel his snake bites against your bottom lip. He groaned softly, shoving his tongue down your throat. He tasted like his sour apple vape, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through it. You could barely contain your butterflies, eyes squeezed closed.

“Come on babe, you know you like it.”

No matter how many times you and Kuroo hung out, it always felt so fresh. Maybe it was because he was exciting, or because he was a little bit wild, you didn’t know.

He leaned down closer to you, getting on his elbows, deepening the kiss. He pulled away and smirked at your breathlessness. With a slender, ring adorned hand, he reached beneath your top and cupped your tits over your bra. He gave them a sharp squeeze and started placing chaste kisses on your neck. He was considerate like that, didn’t leave hickeys because he knew they’d be hard to cover for you. He groaned as he jiggled the fat of your boobs in his hands,

“God, you have the nicest tits, babe.”

You had been dating for nearly 3 months now, if that was what it was. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you were. You hang out all the time at his or your place, there was rarely a time when you didn’t have an ache between your legs, one way or another. He didn’t really take you on ‘dates’ but chatting to him was fun in itself, you didn’t need to go out to do that. He didn’t necessarily say romantic stuff either... but he didn’t not say romantic stuff either? He beat up your ex at a party one time! That had to mean something right? He exactly wouldn’t tell you how he felt but he showed you, kissing your cheek or tilting your chin up to look at him or kissing your neck or feeling you up. But that usually led to sex, so you couldn’t be certain. It wasn’t like you only screwed though, you watched your favourite movies together... although the last couple times he just started fingering you. You showed him your playlists? No no, he showed you his playlists, his sex playlists. There seemed to be a common theme here. But... there were times, afterwards, when he would pull in you so tight, tell you how good you were for him, how well you did, how pretty you looked. Any doubts you had were gone after a few hushed words on his tobacco reeking rickety old bed. You’d never really had a relationship like this before, but you assumed it was just because Kuroo was so chill. You were probably boyfriend and girlfriend, he just didn’t feel the need to announce it, he was laidback like that. So what if you guys had a lot of sex? Weren’t you a new couple? Wasn’t this just the honeymoon stage were you can’t get your hands off each other? You didn’t want to seem high maintenance and nag, so you let it be. He was sweet enough to you, right now everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

A clatter sounded downstairs, the door slamming open against the hallway wall.

“Kuroo! Hey man, I brought some California!”, a voice called from bellow.

Kuroo broke away immediately, spit trailing from your neck to his pink lips.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Kuroo mumbled, pushing off the bed and scrambling the pick up his discarded clothes and shove them back on.

You sat up, disgruntled, rearranging your bra strap from were he’d kneaded at it.

“What’s wrong? Who is that?”

He shot you a glance before continuing to yank back on his jeans.

“Uh, so change of plan, I can’t do tonight. I need you to go home. Discreetly.”

What?

“What? Tetsu, I’m already here,” you scoffed.

What was going on?

Why was he acting like this?

You had never seen him so... frantic.

“I know babe, and I’m really sorry about that, but my friends are here early than I said.”

“So? Can’t I meet your friends?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just let out an exasperated breath, zipping up his fly.

“Well, yeah you can meet them, just not with me. I don’t want them knowing that I-“

He cut himself off, but you had heard enough to understand.

There was a beat of silence, only disturbed by Kuroo’s friends calling for him.

Your mouth hung open, and you scoffed in shock.

You shouldn’t be surprised really. It’s so obvious now that you think about it. So that’s what this was. That explains everything. He didn’t really like you, he was just using you. That’s why he didn’t take you anywhere, or why he didn’t show you he cared. It was because he didn’t. He wasn’t “afraid of getting close to people” or “emotionally distant”, he was just upfront about not giving two shits about you aside from your vagina. I guess he didn’t want his friends to know he was furiously screwing a fat girl any chance he got. He was embarrassed of you. You were something to be ashamed of. Your stomach jerked as you got to your feet. You were pissed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t really hurt. You had liked him. A lot.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You could see the panic in his eyes, it was quite funny actually. Of course you new what it meant, but it still made you feel a little better to watch his eyes widen like that, to hold a shred of power over him.

“I mean- well I didn’t- come on babe you know I didn’t mean it like that-“ he laughed nervously, not noticing the footsteps in the landing. You rolled your eyes. You may have been naive, but you certainly weren’t going to fall for his shit again. Whatever he spouted.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Just say it, your embarrassed of me.”

“Y/N, please, don’t you think-“

Two men burst through the door, one with spiked grey hair and one with fluffy black hair.

“Kuroo! What the hell are you doing up here we’ve been-“ the grey haired one, stopped when his eyes went from a shirtless Kuroo to you.

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo, he looked mortified.

“Ah. I see. Well, Akaashi, we better give these two some time, we can just-“

“Oh no, I was just leaving,” you grabbed your jacket from on top of his chest of drawers and turned back to the two men, putting on a big smile, adrenaline and fury spurring you on.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Your eyes shot to Kuroo, who looking like get was about to shit himself.

“You probably haven’t heard of me, me and Kuroo have actually been having sex for three months. He kept it a secret because he’s embarrassed of me. We should hang out soon though!”

“Y/N-!” Kuroo yelled, exasperation clear in his tone, but you were already descending the stairs.

He came into the hall, hands rubbing his temples.

“Y/N just come talk for a second, I can-“

But he was cut off by the door slamming.

You got in your car parked outside and sped away.

The whir of the engine and the monotony of the roads cleared your mind a bit, a mist of anger still remaining.

You can’t believe you let yourself be tricked. you were a fully grown woman, but you had been reeled in hook, line and sinker. Not only had you been reeled in, you have been reeled in by a man that still had tik tok LED lights in his room and a fucking monster can collection at the age of 24 fucking years old. The more you thought about him, the more you realised how much of an emo loser he was. Of course you were still hurting, but it was more of the angry hurt you feel when it turns out your crush is homophobic or something (been there done that, don’t ask). He was a waste of oxygen, you had decided by the time you made it back to your apartment. A waste of perfectly good space that could most definitely not get the kitty anymore. You got inside your house, pulled on some comfies and got on facetime with your friends.You told them all about what happened, and they passionately bitched about him with you, confirming your suspicion that they never liked him in the first place. They also told you to forget about his existence, he wasn’t worth a slither of your brain power, he was dirt compared to you. All in all, you felt marginally better, saying goodbye to your friends while they still giggled about how stupid Kuroo’s hair was.

This was just a speed bump, you thought as you tucked yourself into bed, you would get over this.

Fast.

“Who’s Bokuto been talking to all night?” Yamamoto leaned over to ask Lev, shouting over the blaring music.

It was a week after you had thrown Kuroo to the curb, and he was out with a couple of volleyball friends, some from Nekoma, but there was also Bokuto with them.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s Y/N something? She’s in class. She’s pretty chill.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up, and he turned around to face his friends up against the bar.

“Bokuto’s talking to who?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Y/N. She goes to my-“

“I know who Y/N is,” kuroo snapped, taking a swig of the beer in his hand and scanning the dance floor for either one of you. He found bokuto first, shoulder against the wall, holding a drink as he leant down to have you whisper something in his ear. That’s when Kuroo paid attention to you. You looked... you looked gorgeous. He felt jealousy creep up inside him. How many times had you been out looking like that since you broke things off? How many guys had you slept with since? How dare Bokuto chat you up when he knew you two had been a thing? Wasn’t he meant to be Kuroo’s friend? As Kuroo wound himself up, you and bokuto continued your extremely pleasant conversation.

“I just wanna say, sorry about Kuroo. He’s a real bonehead, but we’ve been friends since high school so I can’t ditch him.”

You snorted into your cocktail.

“What?”

“Bonehead?”

He frowned and straightened up indignantly.

“Yeah, and? What’s wrong with bonehead?”

“No no, nothing, it’s just very Legally Blonde.”

He beamed down at you.

“I love Legally Blonde!”

“You do? Me too!”

This big beefy man was very cute, you had been talking for nearly three hours now, but you never ran out of things to say. And, aside from the obligatory introduction compliments, he had not made any move to try and get you into a wendy’s bathroom as quick as possible, which you couldn’t say of yours and kuroo’s first meeting.

He had dreamy eyes, you noted as he smiled for the nth time that night.

“Whose your favourite-?”

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

You glanced scathingly over to the familiar face of your old fling.

“What?” Bokuto asked back, clearly done with his friends bad boy shtick.

“Why are you talking to her when... when you know?”

“What’s there to know? I’m talking to her because I want to, and she wants to.”

He looked over to you for approval.

“Right?”

You nodded, a little nervous. You hated Kuroo’s guts, but you knew how weirdly possessive he was, you didn’t wanna cause trouble for Bokuto.

“See? Now I don’t think she wants to see you, right?”

He looked at you again. You nodded again.

“Ok? You guys are over, now are we done?”

Kuroo huffed. His eyes flitted from Bokuto to you, remembering you were there most likely, and he scowled.

“No, we aren’t done, what are you trying to pull anyway? Trying to piss me off by talking to someone I know? Are you really that petty? Well, your little plan is working, so just-just stop, ok?”

You felt like screaming. You had just come out here to have a nice time, not listen to Kuroo’s narcissistic whining.

“Can you just fuck off? Was I not clear enough or something? You’re dead to me, Kuroo. I’m just trying to have a nice night.”

Kuroo’s mouth gaped open. He had never been spoken to like that, never. He clenched his fists at his sides and his glare intensified.

“You’re lucky I gave you the time of day, fat ugly slut.”

He grabbed Bokuto’s shoulder roughly, turning him to face him completely.

“Hey man, thanks for clearing up my sloppy seconds, really good of you. Good to know I’ve got great friends like you.”

Those were the last things out of Kuroo’s mouth before bokuto landed a punch on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

“You’re a fucking asshole man,” Bokuto grunted.

He stepped over where Kuroo lay, and held out a hand for you to step over too. You took it quietly and trailed along behind him to the door, fingers still locked. His hands were warm, and big. Kuroo’s face must hurt right now. The thought made you smile. He held the door open for you before sighing, resting his back against the wall. You stood in front of him, twiddling with your fingers.

“I am so sorry about that,” You apologised, embarrassed and shaken by the scene Kuroo had made, “I shouldn’t have wound him up, and I shouldn’t have talked to you after I knew you guys were friends, I promise I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“Don’t be, if anything I’m sorry for not making him leave right away. And either way,” he gently reached for your hand again, and you let him take it,”I’m glad you talked to me. I’d like it if you talked to me even more.”

DISCLAIMER FOR KUROO STANS!!!! I DONT THINK HIS HAIR IS STUPID!!! it’s just when ur bestie is going thru a break up or anything entailing a male you shit talk everything about him to high hell, doesn’t matter if he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. also i have no ill will towards kuroo nor any of the characters i write shit bag fan fics about i just like to complain any way i hope you enjoyed! reblogs and replies always appreciated!!!

[spideyobsessed]

Fly For Me || p.p.

peter parker x reader

Synopsis: Bad luck always seems to find its way to you… until you meet your good luck charm.

It all started the day you were born. Seriously. You were born October 13th on a Friday. You’re not sure why you were dealt these cards. Maybe your mom walked underneath a ladder with an upside horseshoe in her hand and then immediately broke a mirror when she was pregnant with you.

Either way, bad luck has you in a chokehold, no matter how many superstitions you vowed to avoid. Find a penny face down? Leave it be. Need to look in the mirror? Just making sure you aren’t in breaking distance. No umbrellas, no ladders, no cracks in the sidewalk.

You avoided it all, but sour luck was your best friend. Whether you liked it or not.

You’re 12 years old, the ripe old age of awkward preteen, and you’re at your first coed party. Awkward might actually be an understatement here. You and your friends did what you thought all kids did at parties based off of movies. You had a dance party, watched scary movies, and played spin the bottle.

You’ve never kissed anyone before. You’ve never even been alone in a room with a boy until today. “Y/n, it’s your turn!” One of your friends giggled.

You wipe your sweaty palms on your pants before giving the empty coke bottle a good spin. You’re almost sure the sound of your pounding heart is loud enough for the person next to you to hear. The bottle spins for an eternity until finally it lands on—

“Germy! I mean, Jeremy.” Another little girl giggles as the nose of the bottle lands on Jeremy Welch, the boy with year round allergies.

He was actually a pretty cool dude once you get past the constant snot running from his nose. You watch him obnoxiously wipe his reddened nose with his sleeve, trying so hard not to make a rude face. “Ready?” He asks with another sniffle.

“Ready.” You squeak.

Reluctantly, you crawl over to his spot. You slowly lean in with your lips already puckered. ‘Please don’t sneeze. Please don’t sneeze. Please don’t sneeze.’ You think to yourself. Your lips practically hover over his and all you have to do is connect them. At the speed of light, you peck him on the lips, feeling accomplished for finally getting your first kiss over with. Just as you were about to celebrate, “ACHOO!”

Your muscles completely stiffen as you feel a spray of liquid cover your entire face. You hear a chorus of “Ew!”s and loud screams as the circle of children surrounding you quickly disperse.

“I’m sorry!” Jeremy exclaims.

You remain in the same position, frozen, eyes still closed and your mouth parted… unfortunately. “I-It’s okay.” You insist when in reality you were holding back the most horrendous gag.

You decided coed parties aren’t all that great after this.

….

Freshmen year of high school. You’re 14 years old. You weren’t too unlucky this year, aside from the occasion slipping in the hallway or missing the bus. You can barely contain your excitement as your science teacher explains how to conduct the experiment in front of you. Science is your favorite subject, and you always enjoy lab days.

“Make sure you only pour 50 mL into the beaker. Any less won’t show results and any more will be a problem.” The teacher explains loudly before allowing the students to begin their experiment.

Your lab partner, Gwen, paid little to no attention during class, but you didn’t mind doing most of the work. She sits there with her head resting on the desk while fiddling with the bunsen burner.

“Can you not do that?” You ask her. “I don’t think these chemicals should be around an open flame.”

She rolls her eyes before turning her attention to you. “Take a chill pill, teacher’s pet. You really think they give us real chemicals?”

“Uh yeah. That’s why we have lab coats and goggles on.” You point out as if it weren’t obvious enough.

Gwen scoffs, “Whatever.”

She goes back to the same position, continuing to flick the burner on and off. You let out a defeated huff as you try to ignore her. Once you’ve gotten the measurements correct, you’re ready to pour the chemicals into the beaker for a final result. The liquid inside the beaker is supposed to change states of matter and shoot colorful bubbles into the air.

You smile to yourself as you stand up to reassure you pour the perfect amount. As your arm goes up to begin pouring, Gwen happened to flip the burner on and the sleeve of your lab coat catches fire. You noticed the heat immediately and panicked.

You let out a scream while you accidentally pour all of the chemicals into the beaker rather than the 50 mL like you were supposed to. A giant explosion of bubbles burst from your beaker, but you’re still more concerned about literally being on fire. You shake your arm wildly as you back away from your desk. In doing so, you bump into another student and they also pour too much into their beaker. This somehow starts a chain reaction. One by one, each student’s experiment explodes with a mess of uncontrollable bubbles. No one, except for the teacher, is upset by it. This result was way cooler than what was originally planned.

You and Gwen ended up in detention for being unsafe and a disturbance to the class. You weren’t completely out of luck that day though— you ended up with a best friend.

….

“Right there! I saw another shooting star.” One of your friends shout as they point at the night sky. It was clearer than usual tonight.

It’s currently the last day of summer break, and tomorrow is your first day of junior year. You turn 17 in 2 months.

You’re sprawled out in a grassy field with Gwen and a few of your mutual friends. Stargazing has become a hobby for you this summer, although you can never make out any constellations. The stars are still pretty to look at. Your friends “ooh” and “ahh” as they take turns pointing out constellations they recognize. You kept quiet off to the side, knowing there was no point in even trying. You just can’t make out the shapes and you always miss shooting stars by seconds.

Gwen nudges your shoulder, pulling you out of your deep thoughts. “What’s wrong?” She asks.

“Nothing’s wrong.” You shrug.

She props herself up on her elbow to get a better look at your face, “You’re lying. You’re being all sad and sulky.”

“I am not sad and sulky.” You chuckle, sitting up to gather your things. “But I am gonna go. It’s getting late.”

She frowns, “No, it’s so nice out! You can leave whenever you finally catch a shooting star.”

You laugh again, “I’d be here all night. Shooting stars never fly for me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You say goodnight to all of your friends as you begin your walk back home. You didn’t want to say anything, but you’re really worried. The first day of school never goes well for you, something always has to go wrong. Like on the first day of 7th grade when the electricity went out at your house while you were straightening your hair. You had to go your entire first day of school with only half of your hair done.

As you walk up the steps to your house, you take one more look at the night sky. You pause for a few seconds, hoping that maybe you’ll see your first shooting star. You look and look, but nothing. You choose to close your eyes and make a wish anyway.

“Please give me a break this year.” You beg the universe before entering your dimly lit home.

….

The next morning, you woke up surprisingly refreshed. You were able to go through your entire morning routine without a single problem. Everything ran smoothly, which you find odd, but you aren’t going to complain.

You walk through the halls with Gwen and the same group of people from last night, showing one another your schedules to see which classes you have together.

“Y/n, you have gym with us?” One of the girls ask.

You nod your head excitedly, “Yes! I’m gonna try out for the volleyball team this year, remember?”

All of them except Gwen trade skeptical looks with each other. A smile cracks on one of their faces, “We thought you were joking.”

“Um no.” You chuckle, feeling a little less confident, “I really want to give it a try this year.”

Again, they all go silent and trade looks with each other as you all continue walking. “No offense, Y/n, but we don’t think that’s the best idea.”

“Are you serious, guys? Come on.” Gwen pinches the bridge of her nose. You look at her confused, but all she does is shake her head in annoyance.

“Is there something I don’t know about?” You ask out loud.

One of the girls sighs before stopping in her tracks, causing the rest of you to stop as well. “We don’t want you joining the team because everyone knows you’re bad luck.” She tells you straight up.

You’re a little taken aback, and quite frankly, hurt by her bluntness. Sure bad things happen to you more than most, but for someone to call you the bad luck stings. Regardless, you try to laugh it off.

“I-I am not bad luck!” You chuckle, hoping the louder you talked, the more believable you’d sound.

Another one of them speaks up, “Y/n, the first day we met I had to go to the hospital.”

“How is you having a peanut allergy my fault?!”

“You broke my EpiPen!”

You open your mouth to argue back until you realize she was right. You had forgotten about that incident.

“Ugh whatever. I’m gonna prove you guys wrong.” You declare as you begin walking away from them backwards.

“Be careful.” Gwen warns, but you ignore her.

You continue, “I’m trying out for the volleyball team and I’m gonna make it!”

She steps towards you cautiously, “Y/n-”

“No, Gwen! I’m serious. I’m gonna join the team and we’re gonna be national fucking champions all because of—” Your rant is cut short by a sudden drop in your stomach.

You hadn’t realized it, but you started walking backwards right towards a staircase. That’s what Gwen was trying to save you from. She launches herself forward to grab your hand, but barely misses. You squeeze your eyes shut and prepare for the worst. You expect your body to go tumbling down the several steps below you, but instead you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. You gasp and stumble a bit as you try to regain your balance. The person who caught you keeps their arms around you until your feet are firm on the ground.

When you look up, you’re met with the most delicate pair of brown eyes. His hair is nearly combed down, but the curls near the nape of his neck managed to escape. The boy’s eyebrows are knitted with concern and you’re reminded that he literally just saved you from falling to your death.

“You gotta be careful. There’s stairs here.” He says. His voice is sweet and gentle, and it matches the way he looks perfectly. You instantly grow nervous and all you can do it smile like an embarrassed idiot.

“Yeah. Right. I should pay more attention.” You chuckle, “Good thing you were there though. Um, thank you.”

Just when you thought this guy couldn’t get any cuter, he smiles. You swear your heart grew wings and flew away in that moment. Gwen still stands there, smirking at the way his eyes wander up and down your body.

“The pleasure’s all mine.” He says suavely, “I’m Peter.”

Of course he has the most perfect name too. You outstretch a hand and he happily takes it, “Y/n.” You introduce yourself.

“Well I hope to see you around, Y/n.” Peter smiles again and then continues his trek to class.

He leaves you absolutely speechless. You look over at Gwen in disbelief before squealing enthusiastically. She pulls you into a tight hug and jokes, “Fuck volleyball. Serve me a piece of Peter.”

You laugh at your friend’s dirty joke and decide it’s time for you to also head to your next class. You tried your best to pay attention during your remaining classes, but Peter never stopped running through your mind. The feeling of having his arms wrapped around you is something you find yourself beginning to crave.

The last bell of the day rings and the tension in your muscles melts away. You’ve nearly made it through the first day of school without staining your clothes, catching on fire, or embarrassing yourself for the thousandth time.

You practically skip to the front doors, a certain boy still lingering through your mind. All day long you’ve been questioning how you’ve never seen him before. He surely has a face you would never forget. You haven’t seen him since he saved you by the staircase and as much as you hate to admit it, that bummed you out. Midtown High is a pretty big school, so what if you never cross paths again?

Once again, you’re so lost in your own thoughts that you don’t notice the big sign on the door telling you not to use it. Unbeknown to you, on the other side of the door is a maintenance man touching up the paint outside of the school. He’s at the very top of a tall ladder with a bucket of paint perfectly balanced on the ajar door— the one you stupidly push open with all your might.

It all happens in a matter of seconds. The man fumbles desperately, trying not to fall backwards on the ladder while the bucket of white paint tips over right in your direction. However, before you can even process what’s about to happen, you feel something sticky on your arm and then a strong force yanks you to the side. You gasp in shock as you land in a familiar pair of arms and watch as the paint splatters where you stood just seconds ago. Once you look up, you see none other than Peter.

“We gotta stop meeting like this, Y/n.”

“Uh yeah, yeah we do.” You stammer. The sound of your name rolling off of his tongue sends chills throughout your body.

He loosens his hold on you, but keeps a hand on your back. “Are you okay? I didn’t pull you too hard, did I?” Peter asks you.

“No, but now that I think about it, how did you do that? You must’ve been standing about 4 feet away from me.”

He blinks as his mind goes blank, “Uh, I’m just really fast.”

You snort, “I feel sorry for your girlfriend.”

Peter drops his jaw and let’s out a surprised chuckle. “Okay 1. I don’t have a girlfriend and 2… no comment.”

You smile and laugh along with Peter as he is now the one blushing like a fool. The two of you easily fell into a conversation, almost like you’ve known each other for years. After bantering back and forth for a few more minutes, Peter strongly recommends that he should walk you home.

“Just for safety reasons! You always seem to be a hair away from trouble.” He points out.

“You’re not wrong. I guess I’ll let you walk me home. Just this once.”

Peter finds himself walking you home everyday after school and texting you all day on the weekends. You both clicked immediately and the more you learned about him, the more you began to fall for him. The constant talking goes on for weeks and you couldn’t help but notice that your bad luck has seemingly washed away. Something would come so close to going bad, but Peter was always there to save the day.

It’s like he’s your shield— the only thing that could protect from the punishments of the cruel world. Peter is your smart, dorky, kind shield. You’re worried that the universe is finally giving you a good thing, just to snatch it out of your grasp when you get too comfortable. Losing him would be the ultimate form of bad luck, and that terrifies you.

“Hold on. Your shoe’s untied.” Peter stops you. He bends down on one knee and begins to tie your shoe in the middle of the hallway, “I don’t want you to fall.” He smiles sheepishly.

You reciprocate the smile and thank him shyly. Walking you home everyday soon turned into walking you to class every period. You’re amazed by how he can manage to pick you up from one class, drop you off at another, and still get to his class on time. It’s like he’s superhuman. No one has ever tried this hard for you. You’re used to people avoiding you like you’re a black cat, but not Peter.

Your hands continuously bump one another’s as you walk side by side like they always do, but this time Peter confidently intertwines them. You don’t even bother trying to hide the heat burning on your face for once. You give him a squeeze and happily lean into him.

Soon, you arrive to your classroom and it’s time to say bye to Peter— for the next hour at least. You turn to face him, still hand in hand, and both of you look at each other like lovesick puppies.

“So I was thinking about having lunch off campus tomorrow. Care to join me?” You offer.

His smile falters and his shoulders drop, “I forgot to tell you. I have a decathlon competition tomorrow and I won’t be at school all day.”

“Oh.” You frown, “I forgot I’m with a genius.”

Peter raises his eyebrows at the sound of those words coming from your mouth. It takes a little bit longer for you to register what you just said, and you immediately slap your hand over your mouth.

“What do you mean by ‘with’, huh?” Peter laughs incredulously.

Your face burns and you want to sink into the floor forever. It’s clear that you and Peter both like each other, but you didn’t want to be the first one to actually acknowledge it.

“N-Nothing. I meant that I’m, like, well… Shut up, Peter.” You shove his shoulder lightheartedly as you try to push past him to walk into your class.

“Hey I’m kidding, I’m kidding. C’mon.” Peter gently grabs your shoulders and makes you look at him, an amused expression still on his face. “I’m glad you said it first. It’s an honor to be with the prettiest girl in school.”

He nudges your chin before closing the gap between your chests. Your faces inch closer and closer together, and you can feel your heart starting to race. You can’t help the smile tugging at the corner of your mouth, “So, does this mean we’re… ya know?”

Peter chuckles lightly, “Yeah we’re.. “ya know”. And I want to kiss my “you know what” now, if that’s alright.”

You don’t trust yourself to not squeal with excitement, so you nod your head eagerly instead. He brushes his thumb gingerly over your cheek and stares into your eyes with his pupils dilated. Peter smiles before finally beginning to slowly lean in.

“Heads up!” A husky voice bellows, but you’re so caught up in the moment you can barely hear it.

Luckily though, Peter was able to quickly pull his mind from the drunken, lovesick state. Without ever taking his eyes off of you, he reaches up with one hand to catch a football that was flying directly towards your head. Your eyes widen when you see how close you were to a mild concussion.

Once again, Peter (quite literally) singlehandedly saves you from total embarrassment and a ridiculous injury. You break out with an impressed grin, “How did—”

Before you could press him for an explanation, he wraps his arm around the small of your back and pulls you in for a kiss. You relax into him, but you didn’t feel a spark like every cheesy romance novel describes. There’s no electricity, no fireworks ignite. Instead, it feels like everything in the universe is perfectly aligned. For once. You think to yourself, ‘This must be what it feels like to be a shooting star.’

The kiss was passionate, but short. Surprised by his own sudden bravery, Peter pulls away with rosy cheeks and the lingering taste of your coconut flavored chapstick. He looks at you as if you’re the reason the sun rises. “Wow.” He mutters under his breath, but you can still hear him.

“Wow.” You reiterate.

“Wow.” A third, disembodied voice coos, “Young love at its finest. Can I have my ball back?”

One of your school’s football players stands there, having witness the kiss. You didn’t even realize Peter still had the ball palmed in his hand.

“Oh yeah. Sorry.” He mumbles as he returns it.

“No problem, bro.” The football player tucks the ball under one arm while hooking the other one around the back Peter’s neck and walking away from you, “So, have you ever thought about joining the team?”

Peter looks back at you with an apologetic smile as you laugh, “I’ll see you after class!”

After a torturous 60 minutes pass, you’re greeted outside of your classroom by the curly haired boy as promised. You go on about your day being more affectionate than usual. Lunch may or may not have been spent making out underneath the bleachers in the gym.

It was the best day you’ve had in a long time, unfortunately, followed by the worst. First thing in the morning, you overslept and ended up late to first period. You tried not to let it get to you because it was only one little hiccup. But one hiccup turned into two, which turned into three, and so on and so on.

It was like every little thing, every corner you turned, something bad was waiting to happen. This is the first day you haven’t seen Peter since you first met, and it’s like all the bad luck he was preventing bubbled up for too long. Now it’s all unleashing on you, all at once.

You fell in the hallway, accidentally wore different shoes on each foot, got your hair stuck in your locker, forgot your homework at home, and dropped your phone in the toilet. This was all during the first two hours at school. After someone spilled iced coffee on your favorite white shirt during lunch, you couldn’t take it anymore and decided skip the rest of the school day. The universe showed no mercy at this point, however. On your walk home, you got attacked by a bird and chased by a small dog for rest way.

Frustrated tears welled up in your eyes as soon as you made it through your front door. You slug through your house, trying to carefully make it to your room. You decided you’re just going to lay down for the rest of the night. Nothing bad can happen if you stay in bed. Or so you thought. The universe has one last “fuck you” up its sleeve. When you finally make it to your room, you almost immediately stub your toe on the leg of your desk.

A loud yelp escapes your lips as you crumble to the ground. You actually just end up staying there, afraid of something else happening like the ceiling collapsing right on top of you when you get into bed. The worst part of this is that you can’t even text Peter, let alone hear his voice because of your phone. He’s really all you need or want right now. You curl up in a ball on the floor as your heart aches with sadness. Your eyes flutter shut and you hope that when you wake up, it’ll be the next day so you can see Peter again.

Hours go by and the sun is now set. The only source of light in your room comes from the full moon shining through your open curtains. You’re brought out of your sleep by the sound of low growling.

“I better be dreaming, I swear to god.” You mutter sleepily.

As your eyes open up, you see the tiny dog that chased you for 3 blocks sitting in the doorway of your room. Your soul jumps out of your body as you sit up and scramble backwards towards your bed.

“Oh, you’re up now! I would’ve told you to get in bed, but you looked so peaceful.” Your mom appears and casually picks up the demon dog.

“Did you mean to let that thing inside? I can call animal control for you.” You spit.

Your mom lets out a hearty laugh and continues to cradle the dog, who is now the perfect angel, in her arms. “No, silly. This poor thing was sitting outside. She doesn’t have a collar or anything, so I think I might keep her.”

“Perfect.” You groan, pulling yourself into bed.

“But I’m assuming you won’t be calling anyone any time soon.” She says.

You look at her in confusion before she pulls out a ziplock bag filled with rice and your wet phone. You spring out of bed, having forgotten all about taking care of your phone until now. Your mom explains that she put it in the bag hours ago, but there’s a chance it was a little too late.

With a sigh, you thank her anyway and shove the bag into your back pocket. “Where are you going?” She asks when you begin to walk to the front door.

You throw on a jacket and zip it up, still wearing your coffee stained shirt. “Down the street to Delmar’s. I’m hungry.” You explain.

“I don’t want you going alone, sweetie. It’s dark out. Is that nice Pablo boy going with you?” She asks.

“Yeah, mom. I’m meeting Pablo there.” You give her a weak smile as you step out the door. You feel bad for lying to her, but today was too much for you. A short walk might help take things off of your mind.

You tuck your hands in the pockets of your jacket as you stroll down the sidewalk absentmindedly. You’ve never been one to throw a pity party, but tonight is an exception. Tonight you’re going to let yourself be pissed at the world all because of some spilt coffee and a stubbed toe. What was originally supposed to be a walk around the block turned into a walk in the dangerous part of your neighborhood. Nothing too crazy, just the usual battery and robbery.

By the time you realized where you were, it was too late to turn back. It was safer to stare straight ahead and walk faster until you get to a better part of the neighborhood. You start to get the unsettling feeling that someone was tailing you, but when you look back, you’re completely alone. Your stomach twist with anxiety as you walk even faster now. The sound of your heartbeat pounds in your own ears and you begin to sweat. At this point, you don’t even know your way back home.

You go to quickly turn a random corner when you see the figure of a man stomping right towards you. “Hey! Have you seen my dog?”

You’re too scared to even process what he asked you. In a poor attempt at escaping what you thought was potential danger, you try running across the street. However, your stupid shoelaces were untied. You smack on to the gravelly road and groan in pain. You just want to give up and lie there exactly like you did in your room. Still, you power through your misfortune and sluggishly push yourself up to your feet.

Just as an exasperated sigh leaves your lips, you noticed two growing lights rapidly heading right in your direction. You freeze like a deer, and per usual, all you can do is close your eyes while you prepare for the impact. Thankfully, the only collision you feel is a strong chest and an even stronger arm wrap around your body. You shriek as your feet are lifted off the ground and wild wind begins blowing through your already messy hair. Just as fast as it happened, you’re being set down on the cold floor.

You open your panicked eyes and see—

“Spider-man?”

“Y/n, are- I mean, uh…” He suddenly forces his voice to go deeper, “Random citizen, who I don’t know, are you okay?”

You want to be excited that you’re meeting the famous neighborhood hero. Not only meeting him, he just saved your life! But you’ve finally reached your limits. In the blink of an eye, tears begin to slip down your face as your body racks with heavy sobs. “I’m not. I’m not okay.” You cry, falling to your knees.

“Hey, hey, hey. Don’t cry.” He tries to sooth you.

You cover your face with your hands and continue to wail, “Today was the worst day of my life. I almost died! My shoes didn’t match today. The dog is evil. My shirt is ruined.”

You cry and cry, but it’s not making any sense to Peter. All he can think of to do is give you comforting pats on your knee.

“I just want today to be over.” You sniffle, “I just want to see m-my boyfriend.”

This, he understood. He can actually do something about this. “Y/n, Y/n. Look at me.” Peter urges.

He mindfully pulls your hands away from your face and wipes your tears with his gloved hands. Your eyes flutter open, the wet lashes making them feel hooded. Once you’re finally face to face with Peter, he slips the mask off of his head to reveal his biggest secret. Your breathing halts and your eyes go wide, but not because of the secret. You had this reaction simply because it was Peter stood before you.

“I’m sorry I was following you, but you haven’t answered your phone all day. I-” Peter begins but is interrupted.

You waste no time engulfing him in a hug. It finally feels like you can breathe again. You cry a bit more while you melt into his arms. “I missed you so much, Pete. I had a horrible day.”

He hugs you even tighter and kisses the top of your head. “Tell me all about it, love.”

And you do. You break down every last detail of the day to him, and he listens carefully to all of it. After venting to Peter about today’s events, you already felt 100 times better. The two of your even got a good laugh when you showed him your rice covered phone. You pull it out of the ziplock bag and repeatedly pressed the power button, but to no avail. Peter noticed your frown when your phone didn’t come on.

“Can I see it?” He sticks out his hand.

Without thinking twice about it, you give him your phone. After a few seconds of blowing air into the charging port and holding down a few buttons, the bright white screen activates. Your eyes light up just as bright, making Peter chuckle.

“You’re literally amazing.” You gush as you take back your phone, happily going through it to see what all you missed today.

There’s a few Instagram notifications, a couple of emails, messages from Gwen and your mom, but what catches your eye is a photo from Peter. He sent you a goofy selfie of him in his decathlon uniform, posing with a trophy. You smile softly as he peeks over your shoulder and immediately cringes.

“Oh god, I didn’t expect you to open that around me.” His face turns red with embarrassment, causing you to laugh.

You rest your head on his shoulder contently as you both sit in a comfortable silence. “The sky is really pretty tonight.” Peter comments. You wordlessly nod in agreement, gazing at the twinkling stars above you. “Look! There’s the big dipper. That’s the only constellation I can ever find.” He chuckles and points at a blotch of stars.

“I don’t see it.” You admit, “I can never find any constellations.”

Instead of shrugging his shoulders and letting you be, Peter smirks as he pulls you in between his legs. With your back leaning against his chest, he points back up to the dark sky.

“Follow my finger.” He instructs, “There’s the weird little half square that makes the bowl and as you move your eyes diagonally, you’ll see the three stars that make the handle.”

You gasp dramatically and grip his thigh, “I see it! Oh my god, I see it.” You turn around to face him, “Peter, I’ve really never seen a constellation before.”

“Well there’s a first time for everything.” He laughs fondly at your excitement. Peter loves that despite having a bad day, you still manage to find joy in the little things.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss, now straddling his lap. Peter lowers himself onto his back as the kiss becomes heated, his hands carelessly exploring your body. You eventually break the kiss to catch your breath, not wanting to get too carried away out in the open.

You both chuckle shyly as you slide off of him, still cuddling into his side. You shamelessly admire his soft features that are being illuminated by the moonlight. Everything that occurred today is long forgotten. You forgive the universe and officially end your occasional pity party. Your cheeks before sore from smiling so much, but you couldn’t care less.

You let out a satisfied sigh as you finally turn your gaze to the stars. Much to your surprised, you turned right on time. You witness a fast zip of light zoom all the way across the sky for the first time ever, and it stunned you into speechlessness.

“Woah, a shooting star! Did you see it?” Peter looks down at you.

“Mhm.” You hum, eyes still fixed on the sky.

He brings you in closer to his side, “Well, go on and make a wish!”

You look at him tearfully with a loving smile.

“It already came true.”

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Hey guys!! Here’s a one shot for Peter since I haven’t posted a chapter for Just Another Trope in a while. I promise I’m still working on it, but hopefully this holds you over for the time being :)

Like always, positive feedback is welcomed and encouraged.

Sorry about any typos, I write late at night! I’ll proofread later lmao

Thank you so much for reading <3