#i’m not gonna label him as crush just yet

[legoes]

beginning to think i have a thing for curly haired vel*nxi guys bc. yeah.

[waitimcomingtoo]

How Do I Get You Alone?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Synopsis: When you get stuck in the lab together during an earthquake, you and Peter share a moment but have to hide it from your dad

Masterlist

Peter was working in the robotics lab in Stark tower one day like usual. He had his earbuds in and was blasting music so loudly that he didn’t hear you come in. He happened to look up and saw you standing in the middle of the lab with a clipboard in hand. He screamed in surprise and tore his earbuds out, allowing the music to sound throughout the echoey lab.

“Were you listening to Justin Bieber?” You asked as Peter quickly paused his music.

“No.” He scoffed and flipped his phone over so you couldn’t see that he was in fact listening to Justin Bieber. You nodded your head skeptically and started to walk around the lab as you wrote things down on your clipboard. Peter sucked in a sharp breath and felt his cheeks redden as he watched you. He’d been working with Tony for 6 years now and harbored a rather large yet secret crush on you for the duration of that time. It wasn’t often that you were alone together, so he needed to make every moment count.

“What are you doing here?”Peter wondered. “I mean, not that you can’t come in here. Obviously you can. Your daddy owns the building. I mean, your dad. Unless daddy is his preferred pronoun-“

“Peter. Relax.” You cut him off. “I’m just doing a routine checkup to make sure everything in the lab is working as it should be. Ignore me.”

Peter wanted to tell you that he could never ignore you but didn’t want to freak you out with his desperation, so he tried to tell an anecdote instead.

“You know, at my last routine checkup, my doctor said that my prostate actually-“

“Don’t finish that sentence.” You pointed at him as you cut him off again.

“You’re right. Good call.” He nodded and stayed silent. You gave him a tight smile before continuing to walk around the room and check things off. Peter watched you and had a millions things he wanted to say but none of them seemed cool enough to impress you.

“So is everything up to par?” He asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Par?” You asked in confusion.

“Oh. I didn’t know you were gonna ask what that meant. I just know it’s a phrase people use. I think it’s a golf term? But it might be a volleyball term.”

“Right. Well, everything looks good.” You said and put your clipboard down on the lab table. That’s when Peters dinosaur patterned lunchbox caught your eye.

“Except for this. Is this yours?” You asked and held the lunchbox up.

“No. I’ve never seen that. Someone else must’ve left it.” Peter lied.

“The label has your name and grade written on it. And the grade just says “college”.” You pointed out and turned the lunchbox to show him.

“Someone must’ve have written that as a joke.” He mumbled and looked down.

“Hm. Well someone packed you baby carrots and hummus. Probably also as a joke.” You humored him and Peter looked up in surprise. He never saw you as anything but serious but that almost seemed like a joke.

“Yeah. Probably.” He smiled. You looked at each other for a moment and he felt the overwhelming urge to just admit how he felt about you.

“So, uh, I don’t know if you like to eat dinner or anything but-“

Peter was cut off by a loud alarm ringing through the entire building. You immediately tensed up and looked around as the lights flashed red.

“What’s that?” You asked and moved closer to Peter.

“I don’t know. It’s either the earthquake alarm or the tornado alarm.” Peter answered. Just then, the ground began to shake and your clipboard flew off the table. You looked at Peter with wide, fear filled eyes and moved to where he was.

“Definitely earthquake. Get down.” Peter instructed and ducked under the table. Once on the ground, he shot a web at each of the machines in the lab to keep them in place. You scooted beside Peter and held yourself tightly as your entire body shook with anxiety.

“What do we do?” You asked him. He’d never heard you sound so vulnerable so he put his own fear aside to be there for you.

“We’re gonna stay under the table and draw our knees in so that nothing falls and hurts us.” Peter calmly explained. You nodded many times and wrapped your arms around your knees.

“Okay.” You voice shook as you answered him.

“It’s gonna be okay. This will be over soon.” he assured you as the earth continued to shake.

“Have you ever been in an earthquake before?” You asked him.

“No. But I hear they’re not actually that bad.”

“Where did you hear that?”

“From the little voice inside my head that tells me every night that it wasn’t that embarrassing when I called the teacher “mom” that one time.” He weakly joked. You actually laughed for a second but went right back to being scared.

“That’s so embarrassing. You don’t even have a mom.” You laughed nervously. Peter had never told you that and wondered if that meant you had asked your dad about him.

“I know. And it actually happened multiple times.” He admitted.

“What? How? Wouldn’t the embarrassment of the first time make you hyper-vigilant of what you were saying so you never did it again?”

“Shh. The earth is shaking.” He said and waved his hand. You started to laugh until something fell off the table and you screamed.

“Shhh. We’re okay. You’re okay. I’m right here.” Peter said and wrapped his arm around you. He thought it might be too much but you immediately wrapped both arms around him and buried your face in his chest. He blinked in surprise before holding you tightly and keeping you as close as possible. Parts of the ceilings and things from the tables fell down and crashed onto the floor, leaving you screaming and shaking with fear each time.

“AHHH!” You screamed. “Something cold and wet just touched me.”

“It’s okay. It’s just my baby carrots.” Peter said and caught a few of the falling carrots.

“Peter.” You whined when you heard him eating them.

“I hope it knocks my hummus down too. Come on, earth. Shake my hummus onto the floor.” Peter called out.

“This isn’t funny.” You said just as Peter hummus fell in front of you.

“Holy shit.”Peter whispered. “Do you think I’m a witch?”

Before you could answer, an overheard light came crashing down in front of you and smashed against the floor, sending sparks flying everywhere. You screamed again and clung so tightly to Peter he thought he might bruise.

“Are you okay?” He whispered into your ear as he rubbed your back.

“No. The earth is spitting in half right now and we are im a very high floor of a very high tower.” You answered and he realized you were crying.

“Well when you put it like that….” He mumbled.

“I don’t know what to do.” You whimpered. “I don’t know how to get us out of here.”

“That’s okay. I don’t know what to do either. The only earthquake training I can remember is to tell someone you trust.”

“That’s not for earthquakes. And it’s different for me. I always know what to do. That’s my job.”

“Right now your job is don’t get squished.” Peter told you.

“You don’t understand. Knowing what to do the only thing I’m good at.”

“That’s not true. You’re so good at…” Peter trailed off when he realized he didn’t have any examples to give you off the top of his head.

“To be fair, I don’t really know you that well.” He said after a beat of silence.

“You’ve known me since you were 15.” You reminded him. You had pulled your head off of his chest to look him in the eyes but neither of you let go of the other.

“I know. But you’re kinda…” He trailed off again and shrugged his shoulders.

“Mean?” You said with a sad smile.

“No, no, no.” He quickly assured you. “I wasn’t gonna say mean.”

“But I am. I didn’t even say hi to you when I walked in. I never say hi to you. You’re always so nice to me and I’m always acting like I’m too cool to be nice back. I don’t know why I do that. I don’t mean it.”

“Hey, I never thought you were mean. I always thought of you as the cool, collected, stoic daughter of my boss.”

“I really thought the last word was gonna be another “c” word but you said stoic instead.” You laughed half heartedly.

“I know. I wanted to complete the trio but the only “c” word I could think of was conglomerate.” Peter admitted. You looked at him curiously and he turned red with embarrassment.

“It’s a type of rock.” He said quietly.

“Cumulonimbus.” You replied, making him smile.

“Constable.” He said back.

“Cassiopeia.”

“That too. Thats a lot of “c” words. And we didn’t even say the naughty one. We make a good team.” Peter said with a soft smile. You smiled back and realized you had never been this close to him before this moment. Your smile faded and you gulped.

“Peter, I’m really scared.” You admitted. He nodded his head and rubbed your back up and down. You had your arms around his neck and he had his around your shoulder and waist to keep you as close as possible.

“Well, don’t be. This will all be over soon and we can leave. Everything will be fine.” He assured you.

“What if it’s not? We don’t even know what’s happening outside of this room. My dad could be…” You trailed off and your eyes filled with fear again.

“Hey, it’s okay. Your dad built a metal suit when he was trapped in a cave. The earth shaking a little is not gonna stop that man. I’ve seen him swallow Tylenol with no water.”

“Thank you.” You smiled softly as a tear rolled down your face.

“For what?”

“Distracting me.”

“Oh, well, you’re welcome. And, I don’t know, it’s kinda nice.”

“What is?” You wondered.

“Talking to you. We never really get to do that.” Peter pointed out.

“Yeah. Maybe after this, we could-“

You were cut off but another light exploding and showering the room with sparks. You let out a scream and buried your face in Peter’s neck again as he wrapped his arms around you to shield you from the sparks.

“It’s okay. I got you.” He said into your ear.

“Peter, I don’t want to die.” You cried into his shirt.

“You’re not gonna die. I’m not gonna let that happen.”

“But-“

“Shhh. I would never let anything hurt you, okay? I have you. No matter what else you have in your head, I am with you and I am not going anywhere. You are going to be just fine. I’ll keep you safe. I promise.” Peter assured you as he cupped your face to make you look into his eyes. Once you processed what he had said, you pulled him by the shirt into a kiss. Peter’s eyes flew open but he quickly got over his initial shock and deepened the kiss. The room was crumbling around you but neither of you paid it any mind. You tangled your hands in his hair as you kissed him and he did the same to you. It didn’t feel like a first kiss. It felt comfortable and familiar and warm. By the time you pulled away to get some air, the earthquake had stopped.

“It stopped.” You realized.

“I love you too.” He said breathlessly.

“What?” You asked when you realized he had said something.

“I said we should get out of here and make sure everyone’s okay.” Peter quickly lied.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” You nodded and got off the floor. You helped Peter up before surveying the damage. The machines were okay but there were chunks of rubble and debris everywhere. Peter moved things out of the way with ease and never let go of your hand as he lead you out of the lab. He kept you close to his side as the two of you made your way to the living room. That’s where you found your dad and a few other team members.

“Oh, thank God you’re okay.” Tony said and let out a relieved sigh.

“I’m okay, daddy. Peter was there-“

Tony ran past you and grabbed his People’s Choice Award out of the rubble and gave it a kiss. You sighed and rolled your eyes until he noticed that everyone was looking at him.

“What? This are harder to win than an Oscar. They give those to any old hag.” Tony said in defense.

“I’m okay too, dad.” You said sarcastically.

“Oh yes. My precious angel princess baby. Are you okay?” Tony asked as he went over to give you a hug. You hugged him back for a while as Peter hung back and watched with a soft smile. You let go of Tony and wrapped your hand around Peter’s arm.

“We’re okay.” You answered.

“We?” Tony raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. It would have been really bad for me if Peter wasn’t there. I had no idea what to do. But he pulled me under a table and kept me calm.”

“Peter did?” Tony laughed in surprise. “I’ve seen Peter scream at his own fart.”

“Hey, that was one time and I wasn’t expecting it to make a noise and I especially didn’t think it would echo like that.” Peter said in defense.

“Well I’m really grateful he was with me.” You told your dad.

“Wow. Thanks for not letting my daughter get squished, kid. I owe you one.” Tony said and proudly patted Peter on the back.

“Anytime.” Peter smiled weakly.

“Well, now that we know the most important people in the tower and possibly all of New York are okay, you should go see your aunt. She probably wants to know if you’re dead or alive right now. I mean, unless she doesn’t really care.” Tony shrugged. You made eye contact with Peter and gave him a sad smile. He nodded his head and understood what you mean, you didn’t want him to go so that you could talk about what had happed, but you couldn’t admit what happened in front of your dad.

“Right. I should go see her.” Peter said without taking his eyes off you. You kept your eyes on him as he left the building and wrapped your arms around once he was gone.

Peter had never gotten your number despite the years you had known each other but he was desperate to talk to you. The kiss was the only thing on his mind for days and it got to the point where he could no longer sleep. Tony was busy with construction to repair the damages from the earthquake so Peter couldn’t go over to see you. But to his surprise, he was sitting in his bed one day watching TV on his laptop when you appeared in his doorway.

“Hey. Your aunt let me in. And your doorman was reading a Highlights magazine so I don’t think he even saw me enter the building, so.” You said as you leaned against his wall. Peter quickly threw the covers off of himself and set his laptop down.

“Oh, hey. Come on in. I wasn’t touching my private parts or anything.” He said and immediately regretted it.

“Oh, I didn’t think you were.” You laughed awkwardly.

“Well I just didn’t want you to think that because my hands were hidden under the covers.” He tried to explain himself but there was no coming back from that.

“I wasn’t thinking that but now that you mention it I kinda think that is what you were doing.” You said out of the corner of your mouth.

“Psh. I wasn’t.” He scoffed and pushed his laptop away.

“Show me your laptop then.” You shrugged. Peter turned red and he handed him laptop over to you.

“Oh. The episode of Glee where they all switch characters. Nice.” You nodded when you saw what was last opened on his screen.

“Thank you.” He said sincerely.

“Weird thing to jack off too, though.” You shrugged as you sat down on his bed.

“No, I wasn’t-“ Peter quickly tried to explain himself until he realized you were just joking. He smiled shyly and shut the laptop to give you his full attention.

“So, I wanted to talk about the other day.” You began.

“The other day? Could you be more specific? I’ve been alive for a long time.” Peter played dumb and scratched his head.

“The day when there was an earthquake. And we kissed. And you peed your pants.”

“That pee was there when we got to the lab. I just happened to sit it in.” Peter insisted.

“Right.” You chuckled. “I wanted to talk about the kiss though. If that’s okay.”

There was a long, long pause between the two of you and Peter contemplated his next move. The kiss was all he was able to think about since it happened but he didn’t want to make it seem like he was desperate. You were staring into his eyes, hopeful for a certain response, but he was too stupid to give the right one.

“What kiss?” He said finally.

“Okay. This was a mistake. I’m gonna go.” You sighed and got off his bed.

“Wait.” Peter caught your hand and pulled you back towards him.

“Is that your jacking off hand?” You asked and pulled away from him.

“No. I wasn’t - never mind.” He whined. “My hands are clean. Just sit down.”

You rolled your eyes a little but sat back down on his bed.

“I also wanted to talk about the kiss. I’m just extremely nervous and constantly uncomfortable.” He admitted to you.

“I mean, same. So let’s make this as quick and painless as possible. All I wanted to say is that I think we should keep it between us. The kiss, I mean. We shouldn’t tell anyone.” You said and Peters world crumbled down.

“Oh.” He squeaked out. He was disappointed but you had an unreadable look on your face so he decided to play it neutral.

“So I should cancel the little banner and sea plane I hired to fly over the tower to announce our kiss to the pedestrians below?” He asked, making you smile in relief.

“Yes. I would appreciate that.” You chuckled.

“Will do.”

“Cool. So let’s just agree to keep this our secret.” You repeated and he nodded while avoiding eye contact with you. You stared at him for a minute and felt guilty for making him upset. You decided that he deserved to know the truth about that day.

“But, uh, that’s not the only reason I came over. I had a lot of things I wanted to say to you the day of the earthquake but with everything going on I wasn’t able to get you alone.” You continued, making Peter’s hope come back.

“Oh? What did you have to say?” He asked. You took a deep breath before looking into his eyes.

“Peter, when I kissed you-“

Just then, Ned came into Peter’s room for the planned hangout that Peter had entirely forgotten about. Your sentence stopped abruptly and Peter sighed in frustration.

“Hey Peter. I think your doorman is in diabetic shock again. I just walked right by him and he didn’t even move.” Ned said.

“We kissed during the earthquake.” Peter blurted and you threw your hands up in exasperation.

“Why would you say that? I just said we’re not telling anyone.”

“I’m sorry! He’s my best friend.” Peter explained before covering his mouth with his hand to keep from blurting anything else.

“No way. You guys kissed? So does that mean you’re like together now or no?” Ned asked and touched his two pointer fingers together.

“Well, we haven’t really talked about-“ You began.

“No. We’re not together.” Peter said with a tight smile.

“Got it. Friends with benefits. Nice.” Ned nodded.

“What? No. We’re not that either.” Peter laughed in embarrassment as his face turned red.

“Yeah, no one said anything about that. We’re barely even friends.” You added.

“Barely even friends but you made out? While the earth was shaking? What would Greta Thunberg say?” Ned asked and put his hands on his hips.

“It wasn’t making out, really.” You lied. “It was like a tiny little peck on the lips. It was nothing. Right, Peter?”

“Oh, yeah. Thats so right. We barely even kissed.” Peter added to your lie as he wondered why you were downplaying it so much.

“Excatly. It was no big deal. We were both just scared and panicked so we kissed a little bit. It happens. But it didn’t mean anything.” You replied, making Peter freeze. He had spent so long thinking about the kiss only for you to say to his face that it meant nothing.

“Yeah. It meant nothing.” He said and looked down at his lap. You picked up on the sadness in his voice and looked over at him.

“Right.” You said weakly.

“Less than nothing.” Peter added and rubbed the back of his neck. You sighed and realized you had absolutely messed that up.

“I don’t know. I was really scared too but I did not try to french the lady I was hiding with in the TJ Maxx I was in.” Ned replied.

“You went to TJ Maxx without me?” Peter gasped.

“You know I’m a bigger maxxonista than you are. I can’t stay away.” Ned whispered harshly.

“The earth was crumbling. You could have died there.” You pointed out.

“There’s no place I’d rather spend my final moments in.” Ned shrugged.

“Anyways.” You interrupted. “I should get going. Uh, thanks, Peter. For what we talked about.”

“Yeah. No problem.” Peter smiled sadly.

“So what exactly did you guys talk about?” Ned asked suspiciously.

“Nothing. She just needed help with the Wordle.” Peter lied and you smiled in appreciation at him.

“And she came all the way here to ask? Damn, girl. How hot was that kiss? I’m genuinely asking. I’ve always said Peter and I should kiss just to know what the other is working with but he always says no.” Ned told you.

“You know what? I think you guys should do it. It’ll bring you closer as friends.” You told them.

“See, Peter? She gets it. Now pucker up.” Ned said and closed his eyes as he leaned in.

“No. I’m not kissing you. Not with those chapped lips.” Peter backed up. Ned gasped and touched his fingertips to his lips.

“Okay. Well, bye guys.” You smiled awkwardly and got off Peter’s bed. You were about to leave when Ned spoke up again.

“What was it?” He asked you.

“What?” You asked.

“The Wordle. I really want to get it right on the first try just once and really impress the people at The New York Times.” Ned explained.

“Oh, uh…” You trailed off and looked to Peter for help.

“Heavy.” Peter said quickly.

“Right. It was “heavy”. Now you know. So I’m gonna head out. Bye, Peter.” You waved to him.

“Bye.” He waved and felt that same sadness from the day of the kiss return.

“Bye, Ned.”

“Bye, sweetie.” Ned gave you a big smile before you left the room.

“You dirty fucking liar.” Ned said once you were gone.

“What?”

“That’s not today’s Wordle. That was days ago. You lied. What are you hiding?” Ned asked.

“Nothing. She was just asking me not to tell anyone about the kiss.”

“If it was no big deal then why would she care?”

“Because it was a big deal!” Peter admitted. “It was the hugest deal. She had her hands all up in my hair and I had my hands all up in her sweater but over her undershirt because I’m a gentleman. We were going at it so hard, we didn’t even notice the earthquake stopped.”

“Oh my God.” Ned gasped. “That stuff never happens at TJ Maxx.”

“I know!” Peter jumped in excitement.

“You have to tell me everything. Who kissed who?”

“She kissed me. And unbuttoned three of my shirt buttons.” Peter said and held up three fingers.

“Woah. Three? Isn’t that moving kinda fast?”

“I don’t care. It was the greatest moment of my life. But I also thought it was gonna be the last moment of my life so I don’t know if that had any impact.”

“I doubt it.” Ned shrugged. “But what happens now?”

“I don’t know. We were talking about it but then you came in so we never got to finish. And I thought we were both into it but then she said all that stuff about it not being a big deal so now I don’t know where we stand. What do I do?”

“You need to finish the conversation. If you don’t, this kiss will just be a one time thing and you’ll never know what it meant to her or what it could have become. You need to find out how she felt about it before too much time passes.”

“I don’t know. What if she doesn’t want to talk about it because she’s embarrassed that it happened? Maybe that’s why she doesn’t want to tell anyone.”

“Or maybe she faked the earthquake just to kiss you.” Ned suggested.

“That’s probably it, yeah.” Peter said sarcastically.

“Whatever the reason is, you need to talk to her. And soon.”

“You’re right.” Peter nodded and a silence feel between the boys as Peter thought everything over.

“Should we go to TJ Maxx?” Ned asked after a beat of silence.

“Well, yes.”

Peter didn’t hear from you for a while after that. He wasn’t allowed back at the tower until the reconstruction was complete so he couldn’t even go see you. He still wasn’t sleeping because now he couldn’t stop wondering about your last conversation. Not only had you downplayed the kiss, you also asked Peter not to tell anyone. That left him thinking that you regretted it and it didn’t mean anything to you despite how much it meant to Peter. After two weeks of hearing nothing, Peter got a text from Tony that the tower was open again and he could come back. Peter went over right away to see what Tony had done with the place and much to his surprise, you were there too.

“Oh. Hi.” You blinked in surprise when Peter walked into the main room of the tower.

“Hey.” Peter nodded curtly. “I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

“Neither was I. Dad? I thought we weren’t letting anyone in until all your Kids Choice awards were back-“

“I never said that.” Tony cut you off. “Never, ever said that. I invited Peter over to thank him for saving all my precious technology. Those webs were the only thing that kept all my billion dollar machines from smashing into tiny little expensive pieces.”

“It was no problem, sir. It’s my job to protect what’s yours.” Peter said without taking his eyes off you. You felt your face heat up and looked down.

“Okay. Weird way to phrase that.” Tony commented. “I also wanted to invite you to dinner tonight. The dining room is fully remodeled and I was gonna have family dinner tonight with all my girls. And you’re my honorary girl so I thought I’d invite you as well. What do you say, kid?”

“Oh, I don’t think he wants to do that.” You said and looked at Peter. He was thinking the same thing; if he came over for dinner, there was a 99% chance the news of the kiss would slip out and Tony would reign hell fire onto Peter.

“Yeah, that’s okay. I appreciate the invitation but my aunt is already cooking something.”

“Oh God. Your aunt is cooking? Then you simply have to come over. I’ve tasted her food. No one should be subjected to that. You’ve been through enough. Please, eat here.” Tony insisted. Peter looked to you for help and you shrugged in defeat.

“Okay. Sure. Thanks. I’ll eat dinner with your daughters and wife. Nothing weird is going to happen if I do that.” Peter nodded stiffly.

“Again, weird way to phrase that. But I’ll see you at 7. Sound good?” Tony asked. Peter looked at you again and you nodded your head.

“Yeah.” Peter sighed. “Sounds good.”

Part two

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THE CRUSH — LUKE PATTERSON

SUMMARY: Y/n finds it difficult already living in one of the most hated towns, but imagine her shock when Shadyside’s very own Sunset Curve's frontman and high school band percussionist takes a liking to her.

WARNING(S): some fluff

WORD COUNT: 1,743

PAIRING: Alive!Luke Patterson x fem!Reader, Deena Johnson x fem!Reader

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! ♡ Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

Shadyside, 1994.

“Hey come check out our gig this Friday, it’s gonna be a night to remember!” Luke, Alex, Reggie, and Bobby handed out T-shirts and their demo to a few classmates. Luke patted the back of some of them for encouragement.

“Sunset Curve, that’s us!” Alex pointed at himself. Then put his head down.

“Tell your friends, okay!” Reggie winked at a few girls who blushed.

“Hey, are you doing anything this Friday?” Bobby left the group and joined a group of girls who giggled at his approach.

“Guys I can’t wait for this week’s gig! I can barely even focus on class.” Luke stopped at his locker to take out an empty notebook and pencil for his next class.

“You don’t even pay attention regardless…” Alex called him out.

“Yeah well…I’m-“ Luke scratched his head trying to come up with something to say.

“-Excited.” Reggie started.

“-and can’t stop reminding everyone about Friday…” Alex gave him a pointed look.

“Okay, okay. I get it, I’ll shut up.” Luke laughed, hitting them playfully. “But come on guys, this gig could be our big break for us. Imagine all the record execs and the labels that’ll want to sign us. This could be huge!”

“Well, until then we have a math test to get to.” Alex reminded them.

“Shit that was today?” Luke began panicking. “No, no, no.”

“We have a test? I thought that wasn't until next week” Reggie’s eyes grew wide.

"Today is next week." Alex shook his head, as he took his notebook out of his bag.

“I’m screwed.” Luke's arms flopped to his sides. “My mom already got onto me for skipping classes, if I get another bad grade…” He sighed. “This is the start of a bad day boys.” He grew annoyed but then did a complete 180 when he saw you. “Did I say bad day? I meant my day just got a whole lot better now that I’ve been blessed by the sight that is Y/n Y/L/N!” Luke bit his lip as he called after you. You walked by him and the guys in the hallway. “Hey Y/n, has anyone told you today you look beautiful?” Luke leaned against his locker and nudged his chin up at you. You were on the other side of the hallway opening your locker. You rolled your eyes and turned around.

“Fuck you, Luke!” You scoffed at his attempts to get at you again.

“Well if you’re offering, then by all means lead the way-“ He walked over to you and leaned against the locker next to yours.

“Keep dreaming…” You laughed and shoved him away.

“I will.” He smiled at you and stared at you with a glint in his eyes.

It was like a staring contest, trying to see who’d break first to have the upper hand. That’s how it’s always been between you two. A contest to see who could resist the other person’s charms and flirtatious attempts. You bit your lower lip and rolled your eyes. Luke did a little victory dance in his head. He truly felt lucky that he could hold your attention. Work you up to make you smile just a little bit longer at him. Crack a stupid joke to hear your affectionous laugh. Tell you how truly beautiful you looked just to watch that little glint in your eyes appear. It made his stomach swirl of butterflies….butterflies were cool. 

Not that he’d ever tell anyone that.

He let you switch out your textbooks in peace before opening his mouth to tell you about Friday.

“Hey, so I was wondering-“ He scratched the back of his head.

“Move!”

You looked up right as Deena came through and shoved the brunette out of the way. Luke looked stunned. The push had him stumble backward a bit. Gravity defied him, so he fell on his ass in front of everyone in the hallway. He got up trying to play it cool. Yet you could see a snip of his pride melt away. You bit back a laugh as your eyes flicker between Deena switching out a notebook from her locker next to yours and Luke scowling at her.

“Hey, Deena.” You smiled at her.

She stopped what she was doing and gave you her attention. 

“Hey.” She stuttered. Luke had been forgotten about for a second. “Ready for the test today?”

“I can’t decide if I want to hurl or faint. Mr. Delancey always adds a bonus question to throw us off, and I don’t know if I can remember the circumference of a circle.” You joked.

“I’m sure you’re gonna do great…did my notes help?” Deena bit her lip.

“They did actually-“ You swung your bag around to the front of you and pulled out her notebook.

“Thanks again for letting me borrow them.”

“It was no problem…anything to help.” You met her eyes as she slowly took the notebook back.

Once Luke was at your side again you turned to face him and slapped the side of his shoulder playfully. “You okay there?” Luke could hear the pitch in your tone switch. You were picking on him.

“What? That? It was nothing…” He shrugged it off. “Deena and I joke around like that all the time.” He laughed, then proceeded to hit her shoulder with his own. “Right, Deena?” Deena fell into the lockers with a slight thud. You winced. She looked about ready to kill him. You laughed nervously. Luke and Deena stared each other down. You wanted the tension between them to dissolve so you opted to drop your notebooks on the ground. The two turned away from each other and peered to the floor then you pretended to have clumsily dropped your stuff. Luke immediately bent down to retrieve your notebook while Deena collected the few pens that rolled away.

The two stood to their feet handing you your belongings. 

“T-Thanks.” Your hands brushed against Deenas first. Then you turned towards Luke, his fingertips purposely curling under your palm, letting his touch linger. “T-Thanks.” God, you swore your heart was pounding in your ears. How did anyone handle a crush let alone two? 

You could almost hear a pin drop before they broke the silence.

“You coming to the concert this Friday-”

“You going to the game on Friday-”

Oh boi.

You straightened up as the two turned their heads at each other confused.

“Yeah!” You blurted out without a second thought.

“Yeah, you’ll be at the concert?” Luke pointed at himself.

“-Or yeah you’ll be at the football game?” Deena pointed to herself.

You froze, your eyes growing. You swallowed down your anxiety slowly building up. You were about to open your mouth but got saved by the bell.

“Thank god…” You sighed in relief only to realize they heard you say it out loud. You opened your eyes to see them waiting for your answer. “I-uh. Math!” You pointed past them and sped off like your life depended on it. “Oh my god what is wrong with you?” You muttered under your breath to yourself.

Luke watched you walk away with furrowed brows before turning over to Deena who was closing her locker shut.

“Since when did you fancy, Y/L/N?” He eyed her up and down crossing his arms over his chest.

“Since she kissed me underneath the bleachers behind the football field.” She smirked watching his ego dying.

“No way. Seriously?”

“No! Don’t you have a math test to fail?” She shoved past him, walking off to the class you all shared for the third period.

“Deena wait.” He held her arm, making her halt.

“What?” She sighed, waiting for him to continue.

He saw right through the wall she was putting up. He knew about her first girlfriend Sam, though things didn’t seem to work out. Yet he guessed Deena moved on considering she had been trying to gain your attention for weeks now, just as he was trying his hardest. She looked back down towards the door you entered.

“Holy shit! You’re serious. You like her.”

“No, I just wanna use her for notes. No shit, Sherlock. She’s amazing, can you blame a girl?” Deena shrugged.

“That’s gonna be a problem for me?”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah…cause I like her too.”

She found him trying to be intimidating, amusing. “Do you want a gold star or something?” She crossed her arms.

“No, but I want to ask her out.”

“So do I.”

“Rock, paper, scissors?” He suggested.

“How about…” She paused and reached into her flannel. She brought her hand out and directed her middle finger at him. The huge smile on her face made Luke roll his eyes. “How about this though, we just play it daily until Friday to see who she’s interested in. She’ll either show up to the concert or the game and then we’ll see who she likes. No bitching, no complaining.”

“Okay, okay, I can work with that.” He nodded, even though he wasn’t sure about it.

“You sure?”

“Yeah…for sure.” He nodded.

“Okay, burnout. See ya in math.” She smirked at him. She shoved a slip of paper into his chest and walked off to class. Luke brought his hand up to his chest to catch the slip of paper. He turned it over and chuckled. He looked up in time to see Deena at the other end of the hall. It was a cheat sheet. “Thanks!” She only responded by throwing a thumbs up in the air. He heard the final warning bell go off, as he picked up his book bag. He hurried up and entered the class as Mr. Delancey was just about to shut the door. He gave the man a small smile before taking his usual spot behind you towards the back. He smiled as he watched you go over your notes. Your foot tapped lightly against the ground. He knew how stressed you got when it came to the test. He almost felt bad for pulling you out of your thoughts, but he gently tapped his finger against your left shoulder. Without even turning around, you automatically rested a pencil on your shoulder for him to grab. He bit his lip to prevent a smile from breaking out.

“Thank you, beautiful.” He whispered. You hummed in response, then got back to going over your notes before Mr. Delancey told everyone to put their things away.

[piratefishmama]

Fake it 'Till You Make It | Part 3

“Alright so, how long has this throwing men at you thing been happening?” Not a sentence Eddie Munson ever expected to be saying out loud, especially not to Steve Harrington, but there they were, sat in the back of his van, which Eddie had parked just off of Cornwallis, his van hidden among the trees, safe from prying eyes.

They had to get their story straight, even if nothing about what they were doing was straight, that had to be straight. Especially straight enough to fool a goddamn lawyer like Lynda Harrington.

Eddie was just glad he’d left the pillows and blankets in there from the other week when he’d claimed he had a love nest in his van to a particularly horrified set of parents.

Nothing quite like the mental image of your barely legal precious daughter getting down an dirty in the back of a beat up old van. Fabulous.

It was actually quite nice though, he even put fairy lights up in there.

“The whole shebang, just over a month. But the men… that’s new. They haven’t managed to actually introduce me to anyone yet, one of the joys of queer shit being so frowned upon, they cant find a willing guy to come forward.” No-one daring enough to take the risk, not even for a Harrington.

“Can’t say I blame em, you’re having to pay me to out my own ass to your parents, they’re well respected, people expect them to be on the ‘right’ side of history” ‘right’ said with very sarcastic air quotes and matching tone.

“People are gonna be surprised then.” About as surprised as Steve was, probably. “So… are you… I mean… outing yourself? It’s… you don’t have to tell me but—I just… if they want proof i—I don’t wanna make you—” Steve was staring into his lap, awkward, cheeks flushed, adorable. Fucking… adorable… not a term of endearment he ever thought he’d throw at Steve Harrington.

So many unexpected turns for a Sunday morning.

“Mnhm, I’m ah… like you I suppose. Only I think I’m more of a five on the Kinsey scale…” at Steve’s raised brow and adorable puppy head tilt, Eddie smiled sheepishly, of course the King of the Jocks wouldn’t know what the damn Kinsey scale was. “That’s uh… it kinda measures bisexuality? It’s rarely an exact 50/50 split between liking guys and girls, most lean one way or the other, with an interest in more… I uh… I lean more towards men… you…”

“Girls… I think.” Eddie nodded, it was what he expected. “But—what’s the scale?”

“Zero to six, six being gay and zero being straight. I’m pretty solidly a five I think…” five made sense to him. He’d found girls attractive before, maybe even had a crush on one once, a pretty cheerleader who’d made his palms sweaty and his heart beat fast enough to make him turn tail and run in terror, but boys were his go to. “It’s not an exact science though, I mean shit, you don’t have to label anything.”

“… I feel like a three.”

“A three?” Higher than he expected but, as of that morning he’d thought Steve was a zero. No clue what so ever that he’d ever even entertained the idea of boys.

“Mn… I’ve… I’ve definitely been attracted to men before, a few men actually… some ruined it immediately by being assholes” Eddie didn’t want to guess, but a few jocks did come to mind “but… I’ve never tried anything, y’know?” Aww, never touched a boy, cute. “And telling my parents? That was recent, like, really recent, and impulsive. I just didn’t expect them to pull this whole ‘we can throw men at you now!’ Schtick so… to answer your original question, about two weeks now. Why?”

“Building a believable timeframe so we can have an idea as to where they might expect us to be in our ‘relationship.’ Your mom’s a lawyer right? Shits not gonna be as easy as telling them we’re dating and have that be that she’s gonna want the when’s, the how’s, the details, normal moms do, yours is a lawyer dude, we have to be spot on with everythin or this will be a total waste of time, and money on your part cause obviously, no refunds.” He may not be dealing as much as he used to be once he realised he had other more valuable services to offer,

And the party king stopped throwing parties??

But his policies were still pretty iron tight.

Steve just nodded his head, he understood, Eddie couldn’t get his time back so, however many days he spent there, he’d be paid for each one regardless of the outcome. “Alright… what do you normally do with these dates then?”

“Freak the fuck out of their parents usually. Be vulgar, insinuate things, the Gillespie’s hate being called by their first names?? No idea why, but that was an easy spot to poke at, I’ll talk about my band, offer weed to chill out, y’know, typical things that’d make a parent in rural Indiana pale at the thought that their sweet daughters had only skimmed the surface of the dating pool, finding just the scum the pool boy hadn’t cleaned out and settling with it.”

It could have been self-deprecating, in fact Steve almost told him not to think of himself like that but Eddie seemed genuinely amused by the whole thing, it was all an act.

He was a mischievous gremlin, he was making himself the worst of the worst in front of these people, he didn’t think he was that person, he just acted the part like some kind of drama club performance.

Oh god, wasn’t he in drama? “…That’s uhm… that’s a mental image.”

“I’m a storyteller” Eddie shrugged “sometimes I talk about DnD too, and—”

“I mean how do you prepare for them?”

“Oh… not much to prepare for on those ones, it’s usually just one night and the main goal is to fuck it up so bad that the girls’ parents don’t want their daughter going anywhere near that stupid pool out of the fear that she’ll settle for scum again, this is the first long term relationship I’ve had to fake! And you want me to fake it properly, not just fuck it up, I mean… It can’t be a surprise to you that I’ve never been in a relationship, right?”

Steve wanted to be polite, he really did! But no, it wasn’t a surprise.

Not because Eddie wasn’t attractive, it’d be a lie to claim that. Eddie Munson was… a special kind of attractive to Steve. The oh god what? Kind of attractive that only existed when a polo-wearing jock type like Steve, found someone like Eddie attractive.

That kind of attractive.

He had a nice, soft face, framed perfectly by a mass of badly maintained curls. Not badly in the way that they were dirty, just… it was clear he had no idea how to tame them, how to enhance them, how to do anything with them other than apparently put a brush through them and make himself look like he’d been dragged through a bush. Twice.

He had those big brown eyes, expressive, could easily find himself stuck in them if he looked for too long.

The smile with the dimples? Gold star on that one.

He didn’t have acne, or pimples, he didn’t stink, he clearly cared about basic hygiene, but that was all surface level stuff.

He was also expressive about his interests, which was an attractive trait, he was sneaky smart.

Sure teachers had all but written him off as an imbecile and he’d heard a few saying that over the years to the poor guys face, but Steve had seen Eddie do difficult multiplications on the fly.

He’d seen Eddie recite Shakespeare off the top of his head, prattle off verse after verse, sometimes free styling in perfect iambic pentameter if the teachers dropped jaw was enough of a sign.

He'd seen Eddie climb a rope in gym. Dude was squirrelly, he had muscle in those arms, and nobody in that gym knew where he’d built it. Maybe he wasn’t gifted at dodgeball, but he could sure as hell climb shit.

He’d seen Eddie be an effective businessman. Tommy had bought from him a few times, and he’d seen Eddie dealing at his parties. The guy knew his shit when it came to drugs, he didn’t just deal and bail, he stuck around and made sure people were safe. Could always answer questions if people had them, so he could retain knowledge just fine, it just had to align with his interests.

School didn’t work for him, that didn’t make him unintelligent. Steve could respect that. Steve could relate to that. Except he did feel like he was kind of an idiot.

But no… it wasn’t a surprise that Eddie hadn’t been in a relationship.

People looked at him warily in school, he put up a shield around himself made of barbs shot at every clique the school had, he fired off pastor at a megachurch worthy sermons about being against conformity and capitalism from atop school lunch tables.

He was in band, drama club, AV club, the dude was a nerd of the highest order, the ‘image conscious’ girls of Hawkins High didn’t wanna be seen with that.

So even if he did sort of like girls, stupid high school girls wouldn’t like him. Wouldn’t appreciate him the way he should be appreciated.

“…No, I guess it’s not a surprise… high school sucks though, man. There’s no permanence in high school flings.”

“Would have at least liked a fling though, that would have been cool.” Would he though? No. As much as it didn’t align with the whole rockstar life he had thought up for himself, he wanted something… bulkier. Something with more to it than surfing strangers beds. He wanted permanence.

Wanted someone to come home to, arms he knew, a garden he could fuck around in, maybe a tree to sit in and write songs on warm summer days.

A fireplace to snuggle up in front of with a special someone.

Maybe a kid, or three.

“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be, Eddie. Trust me. You had fun doing what you did, I got my heart stomped on over and over again, not fun.” It didn’t sound fun. Eddie wanted to reach out, it wasn’t far, they were in a small van, two pretty tall guys, there wasn’t much space there, he could have reached out but… the space between them still felt too vast.

“…Guess it’s a tend to your own field kind of thing then eh?” Steve looked at him with a small frown, a question in his expression “y’know… the grass is always greener on the other side? Just tend to your own field, the grass will grow. Do your own thing, it’ll be better for you…? That kind of thing.”

“Ah… then yeah, it’s a tend to your own field kind of thing.” Eddie smiled and gently bopped his head in agreement. A surprisingly comfortable silence stretched for a moment until “I think… a week would be best. Say we’ve been dating a week, but met at one of your gigs a few weeks back maybe? It’d explain why I’ve been less than enthused about any of their choices. I was already into someone.”

“…You know about my gigs?” Oh could those brown eyes get any bigger?

“Yeah? Tuesdays at The Hideout right? Dustin keeps trying to bribe me into taking him…” Eddie’s smile turned a little softer, warmer, prettier, he had such a soft spot for that kid it wasn’t even fair. “I could say Robin an I decided to check it out to see if it was ‘kid friendly’ enough to take him, Robin introduced us since she’d know you from band, you teased me about being there, but not in a mean way cause beneath all those barbs at us poor jocks, you’re actually really nice, and we just hit it off? Took us a bit of time to feel each other out cause it’s dangerous to be like us but once we did it was like… bam. Stars collided or some shit.”

“…You’re… surprisingly in tune with this queer shit, Harrington…”

“I’ve known I was bisexual for a while, Eddie… it’s not new to me, I know it’s dangerous, I’ve seen what jocks like me do to people like me… even when there’s no proof only rumour or because you look it… I know how dangerous it is to be like us… but do you think it’d work though?”

“…The barebones story is there, we can world-build. Now let’s talk boundaries.”

Part 5

[saigethearies]

his girl best friend

kiba x fem!reader

18+ MINORS DNI

contents/warnings: reader is a lil possessive, vaginal sex, daddy kink, voyuerism(?), dash of degradation, sorry hinata stans lol she’s a lil problematic in this, allusions to unfaithfulness (not with reader’s relationship)

you were not a huge fan of hinata hyuga.

when kiba had first introduced the two of you, you had thought she seemed like a shy sweetheart. she was friendly enough and a little less intimidating to talk to than kiba’s other longtime friend, shino aburame.

the fact the guy you were seeing had a close friendship with another girl didn’t bother you, either. you weren’t an insecure person, and kiba didn’t give you any reason to start feeling that way, either. besides, hinata was finally going on dates with the man she’d had a crush on for years, naruto uzumaki.

there was no reason to dislike her.

until there was.

it started when you and kiba made it official. you had watched him type something on his phone after the two of you got back from your date.

“whatcha doing?” you had asked him, sitting down on the couch next to him.

he gave you one of his signature grins. “just telling shino and hinata the good news.”

butterflies flittered around your stomach at the fact your new boyfriend was so proud to have you that he wanted to tell his friends immediately.

he leaned in to give you a quick peck on your lips. “i’m gonna go take akamaru out real quick. you stay in here though, it’s dark out.”

“okay,” you replied. “don’t be too long!”

he left the room, and you glanced to see that he’d left his phone. message notifications displayed on the screen, and you leaned in to take a closer peek.

shino: congratulations, kiba. she seems very good for you.

that made you smile. but the text you saw next didn’t.

hinata: don’t you think it’s a little soon for the two of you to become official?

too soon? you’d known kiba since last year, and the two of you had been romantically linked for a solid month now. your relationship didn’t feel rushed at all, and who was she to judge? not everyone has to lurk on their crush for years before finally talking to them.

you chalked it up to her being jealous that her and naruto didn’t have a label yet while you and kiba did. still, her making negative remarks about your relationship that was only about two hours old left a bitter taste in your mouth.

everything seemed to go downhill from there.

she would practically ignore you whenever kiba brought you to a function. when you mentioned it to him, he said that she was just being shy as per usual. you would have taken his word for it, if it weren’t for the fact she was able to talk to you just fine before you became kiba’s girlfriend.

then there was the fact that when she wasn’t ignoring you, she was trying to best you in kiba 101.

“babe, i found out today one of my friends has an uncle who works at a jeep dealership,” you said to kiba at the kickback he had brought you to.

your boyfriend’s eyes sparkled. “no way.”

“what’s so special about that?” you heard hinata ask from across the table.

“because a wrangler is kiba’s dream car,” you replied.

hinata blinked. “no. his dream car is a camaro.”

you fought the urge to frown at her. was she seriously doing this right now? “it was a camaro, until he decided he wanted something that can off road.”

“she’s right,” kiba chimed in with a smile on his face, kissing the side of your head. “great memory, baby.”

you turned to meet his gaze and smiled back at him, the reflection in the window behind kiba giving you the perfect view of the eyeroll hinata gave your exchange.

your annoyance was finally coming to a crescendo when you started to catch her actually ogling your boyfriend.

she would practically be making fuck me eyes at kiba while standing right next to naruto, the guy who she’s supposed to be flirting with. you would feel bad for the blonde if it weren’t for the fact that he was too busy making fuck me eyes at sasuke uchiha to notice his date making fuck me eyes at her best friend.

you’d had enough.

hinata was supposed to be focusing on starting her own relationship. she’d also had plenty of opportunity to explore a possible romance with kiba, considering she’d known him for years before you even came into his life. it’s not like kiba would have rejected her, either. even though he’d never really had feelings for hinata like that (a fact shino had assured you of) she was still a pretty girl that he was close to. he probably would have been open to the idea. 

but no.

hinata decided that her friend getting into a happy relationship with another girl was the perfect time to start wanting him.

it wasn’t fair.

the worst part of all is that you didn’t want to tell kiba, who was oblivious to all of this. not because you were afraid that he wouldn’t believe you, but because you knew that he’d want to do something about it. his friends were important to him, but he wasn’t going to let anyone disrespect the boundaries of his relationship. it would impact his and hinata’s friendship in a very negative way, and you knew it would upset him.

thus, you figured you could try and resolve the problem on your own.

you were going to remind hinata hyuga of her place, and it sure as hell wasn’t in your boyfriend’s bed.

your plan fell into place on one of the trio’s game nights. kiba had hinata and shino come over every so often to play some classic board games, which was actually pretty wholesome when you ignore the whole part about hinata being after your boyfriend’s dick.

the girl in question usually got there about thirty minutes earlier than shino, probably so she could have a little window of time just her and kiba. this ended up working out for you, though.

because poor shino did not need to see what was about to happen.

all it took was an extra short pair of shorts, a bullshit excuse of you came over to find your sunglasses, and your boyfriend’s ever raging libido for your plan to kickstart.

“please, kiba, just really quick? we’ll be done before either of your friends even get here.”

he could never say no to you, not when you were being so cute and needy for him.

thus, that’s how hinata hyuga came to find you bouncing on kiba’s cock in the middle of his living room.

she stayed hidden around the corner leading to the hall, eyes blown open in shock as she watched your hips continue to slam down onto her best friend’s lap.

“fuck,” you moaned. “daddy, you feel so good.”

the brunette was canting his hips up to meet yours. “such a good little slut for me. you couldn’t wait until after my friends left, huh? wanted your daddy that bad.”

“yes!” you replied. “want you so bad.”

“it’s okay, princess, you have me.”

you hummed and leaned in for a sloppy kiss, kiba grabbing the back of your neck so he could deepen it. the sound of skin slapping against skin got louder as both of you increased the vigor in which you fucked one another.

you pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his. you could still feel hinata’s eyes on the two of you, so it was time to go in for the kill.

“daddy,” you cooed at kiba. “tell me i’m yours.”

“you’re mine, baby. my pretty girl.”

you smiled. “m’your pretty girl?”

“mhm, my pretty girl and my favorite girl.”

you leaned into his neck so he couldn’t see the wicked smirk stretch across your face. you finally turned your head to the side, making direct eye contact with a still lingering hinata.

“i love you, daddy.”

“i love you too, princess. my one and only.”

at that you saw hinata turn on her heel and practically storm out of the house.

looks like she got the message.

[inkyarcturus]

For my contribution for pride month I’d like to share my personal head canons for Harry Potter characters!!!

Harry Potter: I’m gonna be honest I project on this man far too unhealthily to NOT be biased (I’ve been going by the name Harry in IRLfor 3 and a half years now I think? Bc of this man /srs) but that man’s bi with a capital B 💕💜💙 personally I enjoy seeing trans man Harry as well but unfortunately I don’t see as many fanfics of him as such :,) shoutout to all the fanfic creators I see making Harry a trans woman tho!!! I’d also love to see a genderfluid/nonbinary Harry or two!!!

Hermione Granger: trans woman!!! 🏳️‍⚧️ *crowd cheers* as for sexuality wise? I’ve seen her depicted as straight, bisexual and lesbian- and honestly I think I can see her fitting all of these!!!

Ronald Weasley: I always struggle to pinpoint what I headcanon Ron to be. I have seen a couple of people headcannoning him as a trans man 🏳️‍⚧️- referencing Molly continuing to have children until she had a girl creates perfect levels of angst for this- but I wouldn’t say it’s a permanent aspect of him inside my head. Now that I think about him a little more- I think I might headcanon him as unlabeled more than anything sexuality wise. I think he’s into women but he wouldn’t be opposed or too surprised if he developed a crush on a guy.

Luna Lovegood: She’s a lesbian 🏳️‍🌈💕 (I will occasionally accept fanfics where she is pan and is with Neville but her being a lesbian is the main headcanon) also a little gender queer in whichever way you choose 🏳️‍⚧️ sometimes I see her as genderfluid, bigender and just generally nonbinary

Ginny Weasley: bi- so so bi 💕💜💙

Draco Malfoy: Gayest motherfucker in town I’m sorry- Mr. Tells his father literally everything about Harry 💚🤍💙

Remus Lupin: bi 💕💜💙 there’s no question about that in my mind, I think he has a small preference for men but that’s it!!!

Sirius Black: He switches between using the labels queer and gay but you know that man kisses other men!!! 💚🤍💙 I know a lot of people tend to headcanon him as genderfluid which I enjoy seeing but it’s never been a main stay headcanon for me :,)

Tonks: (She/they) Lesbian and Intersex 🏳️‍🌈💕💛🟣. I’m sorry but the age gap between Remus and her in the original books make me uncomfortable- as for being intersex, I think most ppl believe being a metamorphmagus means she is automatically genderfluid, while I like seeing genderfluid representation, I think ppl often fail to acknowledge the difference between sex and gender. As a metamorphmagus, she transforms her body, her gender doesn’t seem to change w it in the books. While I like the headcanons of them being genderfluid I wish more people explored that specific idea.

Severus Snape: queer? Queer. In every sense of the word. I think most people view him as bi 💕🟣💙 which I agree with (Lily and Mulciber, also absolutely headcanon him having a crush on both Lucius AND Narcissa) but also I think he’s a little bit gender funky- I mean just look at him- no one who stands like that isn’t just cis /ref. Sev absolutely painted his nails and did eyeliner, he absolutely wore a floor length black skirt and absolutely had days where mister hit wrong in all the right places and everyone in her group helped by doing tiny things like braiding her hair and putting bat clips in it for fun 🏳️‍⚧️

Anyways speed run round 🏃

💕🟣💙: Cedric Diggory, Cho Chang (has the fandom chosen a new name for her yet?) Bill Weasley

🧡💛🤍🩵💙: Charlie Weasley, Neville? (Didn’t think of this until just now but it’s growing on me?-)

🏳️‍🌈💚🤍💙: Dean thomas, Seamus Finnegan, Dumbledore (I may not like him that much but he is gay)

🏳️‍🌈💕: Minerva Mcgonagall, Poppy Pomfrey

If I missed anyone I’m sorry :,)

Anyways!!! Join if you’d like with your own headcanons!!!

@pottistic @marriso1 (If you guys don’t wanna join w ur own headcanons that’s okay! I thought this would just be fun :P)

[viperwhispered]

Emi's relationships with the cast

I saw this relationship tracker and figured I'd give a go at filling it for Emi.

Basically, the idea is to use the colors to show how the character feels about everyone in each book.

I chose to do these specifically for how Emi feels about everyone at the end of each book. So the first square closest to her shows her thoughts at the end of book 1, and so on so fort.

There's probably some inaccuracies from me not remembering when everyone's introduced and all - and some things where I'm quite undecided on the details. Still, I think it gets the idea across.

Some of the squares for book 7 are left purposefully empty, since I've yet to see how things go in canon, and if that might affect things at all.

I'm starting to get the feeling Emi's a bit slow to warm up on people, lol.

(Also doesn't help that my Finnish concept of who I'd call a friend doesn't quite match with the more casual anglo use of the word but I tried to be fairly liberal with using that label).

Some rambles / explanations under the cut.

Also if you want to ask me more about Emi's relationship with any of the characters, feel free!

For the Heartslabyul guys, I've pretty much covered my thoughts in this post. It's not an immediate bonding with any of them by any means, but Emi does get to become fairly familiar with them by the end.

Leona's just... I don't think either of them cares for the other's attitude. Leona finds Emi far too bushy-tailed and starry-eyed, whereas Emi does not appreciate his snark and attitude. Nor do they particularly have a reason to brush shoulders and change their opinions of each other.

Azul, meanwhile, is not living down the whole "tried to take Ramshackle from me" business unless I decide to set him on a similar "let's remedy my image in the eyes of the prefect" path as Jamil but.... Mayhaps not.

Tweels are just scary. Nuff said.

Jamil could honestly be a whole rainbow at the ends of books 5 and 6, lol. Status at the end of book 7 depends on where exactly that whole book sits on the timeline in general - plus I've yet to see what happens with Jamil in there and if there'd be some fodder there.

Rook I couldn't quite decide on, like yeah he's eccentric but also I don't think Emi would have a reason to mind him too much? Generally positive vibes I suppose.

Vil, on the other hand... Again someone where he and Emi are just so different that it's hard for them to see eye to eye. Emi gains a lot of respect for him during book 6, though. So, like... She probably wouldn't particularly seek Vil out for a casual chat, but can appreciate the strength of his character.

Idia and Ortho are honestly mostly on the friend territory for that scene at the end of book 6 with the games console stuff. Like yeah if that becomes a more regular thing, they'll definitely bond. Emi enjoys games, though she is also quite comptetitive, so she will be getting grumpy when Idia gets all smug.

(If she ever finds a game she can beat Idia in, she'll cherish that forever, lol.)

Sebek and Silver I assume will end up on friendly terms by the end of the book, but I'll have to see more to be sure. Lilia and Malleus as well, probably gonna be friendly, but we'll see.

Plus Malleus in general, I don't think he'd be in best friends territory, but also might be closer than some of the other folks in green. I really need to figure that whole bit out more in detail. (And if there'd be a small crush from Emi somewhere in there that then fizzles out? Idk, maybe?)

And then there's Grim.

I've been kinda struggling to figure out how he fits in with Emi and how they get along in general.

However, I’m starting to think that the best way to describe their relationship would be sibling-like, with Emi as the older sibling. Like, they’re kinda stuck with each other, and while they do care for each other (eventually), they also bicker a lot.

After all, Grim is a chaos gremlin, while Emi wants order and peace in her life. So they end up butting heads a fair bit, especially in the beginning.

At first, Emi is even resentful that she’s been saddled with looking after Grim. Like why is it her responsibility to keep this creature with a toddler's temperament him in line, when she doesn’t even know this world or how long she’s going to stay? Definitely a rocky start.

On the other hand, book 6 would be a wakeup call for Emi for how much she’s come to care for Grim.

So, there's fondness, for sure, and Emi's very protective over Grim by the time book 6 happens. But if it weren't for the circumstances pushing them together, they probably wouldn't have much of a reason to get along otherwise, with how different they are.

When they start doing their own things a bit more, perhaps even going their separate ways sometime after graduation, Emi's certainly going to be wistful about it, but not necessarily distressed. Like, she wants all the best for Grim, but she’s also okay with having some distance.

…Which now makes me wonder if she’d suggest they take on different internship positions, considering that they’ll probably end up doing different things in the future / after school ends, and how well that’d go over with Grim. Or if they’d even be allowed to do that.

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[shammers86]

There so much I haven’t fully processed yet about tonight’s episode. First off, Ryan has taken control of the Buddie ship and I’m here for it. Letting him out of PR jail was one of the best things that ABC has done.

One thing I thought about are Buck and Eddie’s (and Christopher’s) safe places. We knew from last season that Buck’s safe place is Eddie’s house. He went there to escape everyone coming over. Well tonight, it was shown that Buck is indeed Eddie’s safe space. He was gone for 12 hours presumably with Buck at his loft. He ran from Marisol and went straight to Buck. And Christopher’s safe space is of course Buck.

The entire Marisol bit had me screaming because it actually made a lot of fanon canon. Like the Catholicism, the fact Shannon got pregnant and they were pressured into marrying. That Eddie is trying to fill the mother void in Chris’ life. And even though Marisol moved in, Eddie legit went “On second thought, no.” Yeah she is gone soon. The nun thing was just the frosting on top of this fruit cake. But also this was indeed tremendous growth for Eddie but he still has a shit load to work out before he and Buck even think about getting together

Buck is such a disaster bi it’s not even funny. Even if he didn’t put a label to his sexuality, bi probably fits. His coming out scene with Maddie (ally Buck really?) was equally funny and heartwarming. She was indeed the supportive siblings (like I have been for mine). Absolute perfection.

The Eddie and Buck loft scene. The soft tones, Buck’s blue sweater. Eddie trying to ignore his phone. The fact that Maddie and Eddie are the two people he wanted to come out to most is indeed telling. My honest opinion? He wanted Eddie to know first but he just couldn’t get it out. Anyways, the way Buck held him breath. Eddie processed the news and never broke eye contact with Buck. As Ryan said, there is no competition for Buck. He loves him either way.

I like Tommy. I love the high school crush Buck has with Tommy and I do like he was willing to give our precious golden retriever another chance. It’s cute and I think it will help Buck really dig deep and realize who Eddie is to him.

The HenRen storyline. It was unexpected and heart warming. They are giving that poor little girl a chance at being loved again and I’m here for it. I also love how grown up Denny is and how much he wants a siblings.

Lastly, the bachelor party is gonna be epic. It’s full of Buddie promo, Maddie finding Chimney and somehow I think Buck and Eddie got drunk married.

With that, I’m going to sleep.

[cerebralinvasion]

yandere february event day 3

“I’m doing this for you! Why are you trying to stop me?!”

you fiddled with the white pill bottle. small, in comparison to you, but it definitely stored at least a couple hundred pills within it. well, definitely used to store that many. because now it was empty and half hazardly tossed into the kitchen’s trash can. just a few feet away from the batch of brownies ranpo was making.

it was almost funny, how ranpo didn’t even notice the way you stalled over it. perhaps even the ultimate detective gets distracted at points. you’d only walked over to throw out a water bottle. and now you’d found this. and suddenly you were worried. tylenol, extra strength. the label said it carried 500 now that you read it. you just bought these, where did they all go? no one else has visited yet. it could’ve only been you or ranpo. and you knew it wasn’t you. so you decided to approach him about it before anything happened.

“ranpo, what is this?”

he looked up from the bowl of dry ingredients he was mixing together.

“pills.” his tone almost came out as a question, as if he didn’t understand why you were even concerned in the first place.

“why is it empty.”

“i took the last one earlier. had a headache.”

bullshit. and you knew it. if it was full this morning, him taking all of it would have meant he injected a lethal dosage between then and now.

“when earlier?” your eyes narrowed as you stepped towards him.

“uh 8 a.m.-ish?”

at that you quickly closed the gap between you and him, setting the bottle down on the counter and cupping his cheeks in your hand. you scanned his face for any signs of illness or poisoning. but nothing he looked perfectly fine.

“the bottle was full this morning, ranpo. and if you took them all you’d probably be dead by now. what did you do with them?” your voice was filled with genuine worry. what was he up to and why was he lying to you? ranpo may be childish at times but he never lied to you.

“ummm” ranpo racked his mind struggling for an excuse that would wrap this up cleanly. only for you to take a stray glance into the bowl of browner batter.

white specks stared back at you. much bigger in size than the granulated sugar or the flour. white chunks. crushed pills. maybe you weren’t subtle enough in your facial expression when you noticed because looking at you, ranpo’s face darkened as well, suddenly he appeared a lot more serious.

“listen…”

“ranpo, what the fuck are you doing. you- you know this could make someone really sick, i don’t have to tell you.”

“i know.”

“then… why are you-?”

“your stupid new friend keeps trying to take you away from me.” ranpo couldn’t even meet your gaze anymore, his eyes glued somewhere off to the left.

“excuse me? you got a little jealous over me hanging out with a friend so you’re gonna try to get them sick? tell me, how do you think that would even help.”

“no.” he finally met your eyes.

“no you don’t think it’s gonna help? because then why are you-”

“no i’m not going to try and make them sick. i am going to kill them.”

your heart dropped and you searched ranpo’s face for any sign of humor. he seemed dead serious.

“what the fuck. i- you can’t. you can’t just try and kill someone that- what the hell’s gotten into you?” you took a step back from your boyfriend, suddenly feeling incredibly concerned with his current mental state. after a brief second you took another step, fully prepared to run out of the house. you should definitely tell the agency. right now. only to be stopped when ranpo grabbed your arm, pulling you back.

“i’m doing this for you! why are you trying to stop me?!” he suddenly snapped, suddenly raising his voice and screaming at you.

“what are you talking about?” you tried to pull your arm away, feeling uncharastically terrified of ranpo.

“they’re trying to take you from me, why can’t you see it?! i am just trying to keep you safe and they’re trying to take that away. if you can’t stop them yourself, i have to step in. why can’t you just let me do this for you?”

you froze, how do you even react to a situation like this? was this a full blown murder attempt? over something as delusional as fear all your friends were trying to take you away from him. you’d never expected something like this from someone as harmless as ranpo. who could you even tell? would anyone even believe you?

[rayleigh2837]

backstage access.

scenario : (hobie x fem!reader) you came to a concert by yourself, as lonely as that seems none of your friends like the band that was playing. so you came by your self, and bought backstage passes.

authors note : this is my first time writing on the website:) so i hope you enjoy it and i’m so sorry if i fuck some things up lmao. taking requests as well sense that’s a thing on here?😭🙏 pls bare with me

after a little while you get up near the stage, the concert hasn’t started yet and more people flooded in. a group of teenagers chanting “hobie hobie!” there strong accents canceling out the h in his name. you turned back to the stage. it wasn’t as crowded as you thought it would be when it started. you looked up at his dark brown eyes. he was your favorite out of the band. the drums start playing, the. he strums along. the singer adjusts his mic and yells out.but the whole time ur eyes were on hobie, because who wasn’t staring at him? you were sure he could tell the way ur eyes lit up. and you swore he gave me a few glances. as the 2nd song went on the music builded up, and he stared right at you before having a bit of a “beat drop!!!” moment. after the concert was over , people cheered and threw flowers on stage. which was kinda weird sense u haven’t see people do that- only in shows. then almost half of the stadium left and others made it back stage, except for you. your dumbass got lost and had to ask someone for directions, so you were at the back of the line. great huh? as you got closer you saw more members of the little meet and greet leave sense it was getting late. but hobie didn’t leave, and that’s what sorta mattered. there was just one more person infront of you. and boy was she hot. she had this beautiful long hair with a tight sparkly dress. if hobie ever liked putting labels on stuff he would for sure call the girl infront of you his girlfriend. you thought. she then turned back and smiled at you before walking off.. shit. your dumbass didn’t even know what to say. damn u always fuck things up🤦‍♀️ his beautiful brown eyes looked at you. “oi big steppa!” he exclaimed. he was so energetic no matter how late it was. “ what’s ya name?”

* you sorta froze for a minute. he snapped his fingers infront of your face. you looked hella stupid now. “ i’m sorry- uhm i’m y/n.” he smirked. “ well your a real bonnie are’nt you?” ( no not the fnaf character. it means beautiful 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️) “ how are ya doll? sad some members left before you came ‘round.” his strong accent made you a bit confused. he could tell by the look u have in your eyes. “ oh yeah. i’m fine - i’m a big fan.” real creative… i’m sure he hasn’t heard of that before “a-and i love your hair and your pins!!” you rambled on about him and you thought you were annoying him but when you looked back up from your daze about him he was leaning back, smiling and following along. “say, wad’cha want me to walk ya home? it’s late, ‘m wouldn’t mind to swing ‘round your place to make sure your safe and all.” woah. HOBIE BROWN? making sure YOUR gonna be safe? you looked at your phone. it was 12:32 am. shit! you nodded and you both excited the stadium through a back door. you pointed in the directions your apartment was. you and him got infront of your building before turning around. he handed you one of his pins “just so you don’ forget ‘me.” ..as if you could ever forget him. you could feel your face become red. you grabbed the pin from him. but your dumbass was struggling to put it on. he chuckled at you, he grabbed the collar of your shirt, making you look up at him as he bend down. you noticed you guys were hella close. you could feel his breathing on your neck. you knew you had a fat crush on him but holy-.. he wasn’t looking at you, instead looking at your chest ( and sadly not in THAT way) , he was putting the pin on for you. you thanked him. and walked off. you turned around, then quickly ran back hugging him tightly. he wasn’t much of a hug guy but he took it.

did y’all like that??🤷‍♀️ idk what i should do IF i make a part 2.

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

Here With Me

Chapter 3 part 2

“Here with Me Ch.1” Sneak Peak Ch 2 Here with Me Ch.2

Here with Me Ch.3 p-1

Master List

a/n credit to the artist for the gif. Name is label beneath the gif. The picture for this one. The artist @namedlunagoddess

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Captain Price hollered over the radio. Their moment ruined yet again. The sounds of gunfire and explosions came all back to them. They quickly pulled apart and she helped him back up to his feet. Her eyes changed again but back to green.

“We should head out now”

“Ja”

König couldn’t help himself with stealing glances at her from time to time. Looking at her up and down König noticed she only carried a side arm that was strapped to chest. Her hands were covered in blood. She ran ahead and the sounds of screaming and crying were heard but cut short with a inhuman shriek. As they fought their way back to Captain Price. She came running out of the building covered in blood. Wiping her face clean she looked over to him with a stern, serious expression.

Walking beside him she wiped her hands clean with a black rag. That she pocketed in her side pocket.

Sighing softly and wiping my hands clean. This is awkward enough. Being around my crush and looking like a bloody beast. I try to wipe my hands clean but my gloves are all bloody.

They arrived in the nick of time. Ghost sat in the corner with Soap applying pressure to his wound in his shoulder. Gaz and Price keeping a look out from anyone approaching.

She rushed over to Soap kneeling down beside him she pulled him into her lap. Looking over his wound she looked to Ghost.

“Hold him down this is gonna hurt like hell.”

She pulled her gloves off and closed her eyes. Her fingers she pinched his wound closed then she pulled his flesh back in its place and began to allow the flesh to weave its self back together.

Soap laid in agonizing pain. Ghost held him down while soap tried to get up from her lap and yelling and crying in pain.

“He’ll live but his arm will be sore for a few days”

She nodded to Ghost and pulled her gloves back on. While doing this Simon noticed hand the small bite marks on her hands.

Quickly pulling her hands away, hiding her hands under her gloves she walked pass König and straight to Captain Price.

“Captain this is all I recovered from the bunker. Where’s Laswell?”

Price took the flash drive placing it in his chest pocket. Looking to her he patted her back and offered her a weak smile.

“It’s too early to celebrate love. We’re trapped.”

“We got snipers perched up in the abandoned buildings. Soap took one in the shoulder just a few minutes before you got here.”

“My radio is jammed at the moment.”

“Leave it to me Captain”

Pulling off her glove she raised her hand to her mouth. The sounds of her biting her flesh made Price wince at her method. König stood up walking over to her he grabbed her shoulder before she could walk away.

“Mein Schatz?”

“Where you going? Your hand is bleeding, why did you bite yourself?”

“Bitte Schatz?”

He was shocked that she had just bit down on her hand and her eyes started to flood with red tears. His heart pounded so much in his chest at the thought of her hurting herself. She pushed him aside and started to walk out of the building. König tried to stop her but Price grabbed him on his vest.

“König!”

König looked at Price and back to Sparrow as she walked outside.

“Sparrow?”

“Bitte wait!”

“Kö, wait here I’m fine”

Stopping and sighing at his voice. It made her heart flutter that this giant of man was so concerned and worried for her. This is what this line of work required.

She looked up to the sky. Turning around to face him.

Nodding to him. She walked out into the open and started to run towards the building.

She jumped to the abandoned buildings. Running throughout the building.

Finding her prey with ease.

Sneaking into the building smelling the air. Sniffing out the soldiers was an easy task. One of them must’ve cut themselves. The smell of blood was thick in the air. The sounds of one of them running their fingers over the bullets alerted me.

They were preparing their rifle. I have to move quickly and quietly.

Sneaking into the room where they sat made this easy. The smell of gunpowder and blood filled the air around me.

With one swipe of my hand I had claim their lives. Watching the blood pool around my feet made my nose and mouth water with bile. This is something I’ve never gotten use too. The smell of iron filled my senses. But the sounds of someone gasping behind me pulled me from my thoughts.

A soldier dropping his gun at the sight of me. He mumbled something and ran out of the room. I quickly went after him jumping on his back rolling him onto his back pining him down to the down under my feet.

He trembled with fear begging for mercy. Upon closer inspection he’s is a young boy no more then a teenager. His eyes full with tears. Begging me to spare him.

Looking at him and smelling his hands. They reek of gun oil and gunpowder.

“What’s your name child?”

Watching the boy tremble in fear he stutters out his name.

“Ha h h ha Hadir”

“My child why are you here with these bad men?”

“And tell me have you taken a life?”

“My mother and sister were killed or sold. They killed my father and put me here. I refused to take a life they t t th they told me they wanted me to kill one of the men down below”

“I never held a gun before until now. I want my mom and sister”

“My child stay here. I will help you find your mother. Hide for now and cover your ears”

Walking out of the room she made her way up to the top. Sneaking into the room where 5 men sat waiting for Captain Price or Ghost to make an appearance.

Smelling the air around her was filled with gunpowder, the strong smell of blood. And gun oil.

Growling the darkness of the room made her strike fear into their hearts. Her eyes glowed red as the light hit it just right.

Kicking a pebble towards their direction got their attention.

Leaping towards one of them. Pining him down ripping his throat away holding it in her hands she stood up walking towards the men that cowered in fear in the corner.

Shushing them with her bloody hand she smiled to them. Looking at her claws she looked back at them. Waiting for a response or reaction from them.

“Boo!”

Meanwhile

The sounds of men screaming, gurgling echoed the room of the building across the street where Price and his men waited.

“I’m not finished!”

One of the soldiers tried to make a run for it before she pounced on him. Ripping them all to shreds, kneeling on the ground covered in blood. She had to calm herself.

Taking a deep breath in and out.

König listened to the sounds of gunfire and the screams. This made him more nervous for his sparrow safety. He yanked himself from Price grasp and charged his way to her.

He didn’t bothering looking to see there were anyone watching or waiting for him. He immediately ran across the street. Kicking the door down he ran up the stairs sweeping the area as he went.

He had to protect her from the enemy soldiers. The sounds died down this made his heart and mind tremble with anxiety and fear.

All was quiet. No sounds.

This wasn’t good especially in his line of work.

He walked into the room. The smell of iron filled the air around him. Swallowing thickly he held his gun tightly sweeping the room until he walked into the main room.

She spoke out in a stern, serious manner.

“Kö, stay over there!”

“I don’t want to hurt you!”

She cowered to the corner of the room covered in blood. Holding her hands up in a surrendering posture.

“Kö, please keep your distance. When I’m in this form it’s hard to control on my urges for blood shed and my temper as well. Give me a moment please”

Watching her she trembled her hands shaking from the adrenaline rush. Tears streaming down her cheeks she held back her cries.

“There’s a boy in the other room in the closet. I spared his life. I offered to help him find his mother and sister.”

“Okay, Sparrow look at me”

He walked over to her slowly and cautiously. He placed his gun on the ground stepping over it he walked over to her his arms open.

“Kö, no no no stay over there!”

Tears streaming down her face she tried to get him to keep his distance but he kept walking towards her.

“Sparrow, bitte look at me.”

She looked up to him realizing he was holding her in a tight embrace. She nuzzled her face into his chest crying deeply. Her whimpers and stifled sobs muffled into his chest. His heart shattered at this sight of her vulnerability. The love for her was ignited by his will to protect her and care for her. He had to confess his feeling for her now.

“I hate when I lose control of myself. I’m trying I’m always trying to be better, I’m always trying.”

“Sparrow look at me. You’re here with me”

“I’m here with you”

“I will never let you be alone. And never let anyone hurt you anymore.”

“Let me be your lover, protector. Your shoulder to cry on. Let me carry you and take the weight off your shoulders.”

Lifting her chin looking upon her red puffy eyes. Her pink lips. Her flustered cheeks.

She never looked more beautiful in this moment.

“Please Sparrow let me be the one for you”

“Let me care for you and show you how I will take care of you.”

“I will wait for as long as you want”

“Awww Kö, you’re not afraid of me”

“You don’t see me as a freak”

He stroked her cheek. Wiping the tears from her face. Brushing the stray hairs away from her face.

“Mein Schatz, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

“I fell in love with your soul before I had the liberty to touch you my schatz”

*radio static*

“Bravo-06 to Sparrow”

“How’s copy”

She sighs but before she could answer. König slams his lips into hers. Asserting his dominance over her mouth as he pushes his tongue into her mouth exploring her mouth. She moans are muffled in his mouth. Biting her lip gently. He pulls away. Looking at her cute pink flustered face.

[phantomlxver]

König x f!reader

You where the bad apple, the black sheep of the military. That bad attitude of yours and your actions you caused labeled you nothing but trouble …

Also apologies with the translation, I’m using apple translator for German since I don’t know German!! Sorry in advance!! P.S I’ve lost in touch with writing so sorry if it isn’t up to standards as well.

No one appreciated the work you’ve done for them no matter how hard you tried even upon to their request, you never met them

You where good at what you do hand to hand combat and weaponry, but the one thing you lacked was communicating and teamwork

You mostly worked alone albeit upon the higher ups request ( more like threats ) you join König’s group

You gave people nasty looks and backtalk that no one bothers to talk to you and give you nasty comments

All except König… that man doesn’t see what others see about you; he does just that deep down he knows that something isn’t right. Must be a reason for that attitude.

He one day approached you ( with a half confidence ) asking your name, “ Hallöchen… my name is König “. The glare you gave this man made him nervous, but the masked covered his face, though even without it he was able to not show fear.

“ Names Lycosidae “ You looked back at your gun continuing to clean it. “ Whaddya want big guy? “. He just explains he wanted to get to know you and you laughed a his face and called him an idiot and to never bother you again.

König never stopped trying to talk to you and it was amusing and yet irritating for you. However, you didn’t care much on what he did even when he pestered you.

Those small chats of guns and planning started to turn to more personal questions getting to know you in a deep level: physical, emotional and mental.

You would have never thought that König was starting to be head over heels for you as he got to know you more: he loves the way you smile when you talk about something you like— when you think he doesn’t notice. Or when you teach him how to use your gun when your soft hands met his.

You yourself have started to see König more and began to enjoy his company without notice; you both became an unstopped team. With you as an ambush taking enemies by surprise and a goliath that crushes anyone in his path.

You felt an odd feeling whenever König came to see you, you’d feel your stomach flutter, your face would go hot when he called you “ shöne “ or “ liebling “, your mind would wander to them, and he felt like home — something you never felt.

All the sudden emotions made you feel overwhelmed. You couldn’t be in love, not when you have a reputation of nothing but being a black sheep. You heart felt like it had shrunk and your mind felt dizzy

When König came back from a mission you ignored him and those eyes when you see König come to you gone. Nothing but cold and stoneless killers eyes and lips stuck to a scowl.

König was confused: what had he done to make you so cold again? Was it the fact he left you for too long? No it couldn’t be. He tried to come up with so many answers but not once did they have a solution.

König was planning to talk to you when alone, but it had to be unexpected because he knows you’ll run off and he can’t have that.

He caught you drinking alone at the top of the building’s roof as your feet dangled over the ledges.

“ Liebling… why have you ignored me “. His thick accented voice caught you off guard making the hairs on your arms stand and goosebumps rise. You ignored him and continued to take a sip staring at what’s in front of you

“ Please… talk to me “ His voice betrayed hun hearing that whine in his voice. That pulled a string in your dead heart but you fight it. “ Whaddya want? Don’t you got something better to do than bother me like you always have? “.

König was beyond baffled and hurt. Why where you acting like this? “ Look big guy, you need to stop hanging out with me you aren’t gonna do yourself any good. You’re just gonna get yourself hurt, so, I’m giving you the chance to walk away now “.

König refused to back down and continue to question you until you gave up; he hadn’t expected that it would have turned into an argument. Well, he should of especially with that attitude of yours.

“ König have you seen my reputation? I’m not your friend or some buddy buddy you come to see. No, I’m just some fucked up person who joined the military in hopes of getting a bette future! But no! I don’t, I’m stuck with a fuckin’ rep I never wanted and- “.

König could sense the tears ready to burst and hug you out of instinct; you wanted to fight back, but those weak protest wouldn’t do much and make you even more tired.

König reassures you that you aren’t that person and that they don’t know you like he does. You were so much more than they said it’s just that you never experienced those simple interactions with people. König just seats there with you comforting you and that it isn’t your fault and it never was.

Y’all make up and you start over with him and that you promise that you’d change. “ I’ll try to not be that person people turned me into… just for you “.

“ No liebling, do it for yourself “.

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

when i first watched boston and nick walking in on sandray in episode 5 i assumed ray said they were friends because the last time he and sand agreed on a label that’s what they chose, but the more i think about it i wouldn’t be surprised if he also said that because he didn’t trust boston to know the details.

even though boston walks in on them kissing, ray seems to hold himself as if they weren’t, and it’s not until sand agrees to them all drinking together that ray goes back to his flirty body language with sand (though they were also drinking so that’s part of it)

and while i think a major reason for saying him and sand we’re friends was that they agreed to be friends and hadn’t talked about it further (not seriously anyway) i also think ray wanted to protect his relationship with sand from boston. (note when it just nick walking in on them there wasn’t the same panic in ray)

like looking back at the ray and boston interactions, the friend group in general have said things to/about ray that seem unkind to the audience but could seem harmless to the friends, but boston specifically sometimes interacts with ray as if he has the intention to hurt him (i’m not a boston anti this is just the way i interpret the scenes).

boston says this to ray in the first episode before the theme song even plays (i do admit there’s no proof that he said this specifically to be cruel to ray but it feels significant that this is what comes out of their first interaction together, especially after knowing what happens in episode 4/ learning more about rays character in general) (i’d also like to say about the second photo is cheum says “he’s gonna say he loves us again” and boston says “no he’s gonna say ‘don’t leave me’” which again could be boston joking around but has been keeping me up at night since watching episode 4)

then later in episode 1 we get this shot of boston watching rays reaction to top flirting with mew

this is another instance of boston maybe just being messy and watching rays reaction simply for the drama of it all BUT

this statement feels especially mean spirited knowing boston was watching the pain spread across ray’s face minutes before and the way he says it seems like he intended to be mean to ray in this moment specifically (note this is the moment ray says “right i am just a burden” and storms off so we know this did in fact hurt rays feelings)

then we have boston saying this to ray while they’re talking about mew and top

this in my opinion is another example of boston being in rays buisness more than being unnecessarily cruel to him but even boston is just poking fun at rays crush on mew (and i’m even giving him the benefit of the doubt when it comes knowing why ray has such a strong attachment to mew) it feels like he’s beating down his friend known for not being in a healthy mental space about a topic he’s sensitive about

(again i’m not trying to come across as a boston hater i just have to over analyze something to stop the episode 6 trailer from consuming me)

we of course then have the infamous meddling during the pool party. this is clearly using rays feelings for mew to his own advantage but what i noticed rewatching the scene is how upset ray looks the whole conversation and how boston just keeps going (or maybe uses that to his advantage as well)

it’s too early for me to dissect episode 5 argument yet i need to let it settle but my initial thoughts on it revolve around boston seeing ray happy with sand and then proceeding to sabotage that, and continuing to bring up mew and rays crush on him despite ray getting more and more upset the longer he continues

all this to say from what we’ve so far seen it’s likely ray didn’t want to tell boston about sand not just because they’re interactions tend to be attacks on ray but also just that boston is always in his damn buisness like give him a break

(end unnecessarily long rambling about boston and ray cause they are my two favorite characters, very different reasons but still)

[reasonablerodents]

The Smiths Prompt: "And he said that he’d never, never do it again/And of course he won’t, not until the next time." - reid/ethan

When I made this list then I was reaaaaallly thinking about this prompt lmaoo, you know me so well. My favourite tortured couple!!!

As usual, prompts are open, but it really depends on when I get the inspiration, so don’t worry if it takes a while! I’ll get a lightbulb moment soon enough <3

Not Until The Next Time (M)

Spencer Reid/Ethan, Spencer Reid/Aaron Hotchner, Angst, Unhealthy Relationships, Lies

CW: Alcohol, drug use.

They don’t cuddle after sex, but Ethan lights a cigarette. The smoke will stick to Spencer even when he leaves, so even if he could forget what just happened, he won’t.

“This is the last time,” Spencer says as he stands up and gets redressed. He thinks that he might be telling the truth. Perhaps.

“That’s what you always say, I’m not gonna believe you this time.”

“I have someone now.”

Another drag, a raised eyebrow. “What, you got yourself a boyfriend?”

“Not yet. It’s early days, there’s no label on it. We said we’d talk about it soon.”

“And you still came here knowing that?” Ethan snorts, flicking ash into an empty beer can. “Yeah, that relationship is gonna last.”

Spencer finds his shoes and laces them up carefully, vision swimming only slightly now through his opiate haze. “It isn’t a relationship yet, there’s been no talks of exclusivity. But I meant what I said, this is the last time.”

“Who is he, then? I’m assuming it’s a he.”

“Aaron Hotchner.”

Ethan laughs as he reaches for a half-finished can on the bedside table and takes a long swig. “God, your boss? Always had a bit of a thing for older men, didn’t you? Sure, that’s gonna be fun for a bit, until you find out how dull he is and he realises what a mess you are.”

“He’s not dull,” Spencer protests. He doesn’t argue the second part of the statement, though. He’s high in a squalid motel room with a man he shamefully sleeps with, there’s no room to refuse it. Ethan wouldn’t believe him, and neither would he.

“Sure he isn’t,” Ethan drawls, watching Spencer gather up his things. Keys, wallet, needles, vials. “And you’re not a mess, are you, baby?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Sorry, I’ll save that for Aaron to use. Seeing as you’re going to be a taken man soon enough. It’s gonna be more fun that way, I reckon. We’ve got drugs, we’ve got drink- why not add another taboo to this?”

“It’s the last time.” Spencer mutters again as he heads for the door. “And throw your trash away before you leave, I’ve been charged cleaning fees enough times because of you.”

Ethan crushes the can he’s just finished and throws it on the floor with a pointed look at Spencer. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll pay for the room next time, alright? Until next time, then- I’ll see you soon enough.”

“You won’t.”

They both know he will.

[leighsartworks216]

I Believe In You

Hobo Phoenix Wright x gn!reader

I combined another thought I had into this fic. I was basically gonna show how the relationship evolved over the years, but then I started writing this one and combined it all together instead <3

Warnings: mentions of murder, references to past mentally abusive relationships, mentions of blowing noses/snot/mucus, like 2 swears

Word Count: 2137

Masterlist

AO3

You fully believed your nose would never be clear again. You would be resigned to breathing through your mouth forever, never quite able to smell good cooking or sweet perfumes. This was the end. No scientist would ever be able to cure you and bring back your fifth sense. Never.

You tiredly crushed up the used tissue and tossed it close to the already overflowing bin by the bed. Your nose was red and raw, and you were so damn tired of being so full of mucus.

Phoenix, as if on cue, plucked another tissue from the box and placed it in your hand. It had been this same process for the last couple of days: You would cuddle into him, he’d put on some mindless tv or movie, and every time you blew your nose, he was there and ready with another tissue.

“I’m dying,” you groaned. He chuckled as you buried your face into his shoulder, wrapping his arm tighter around you to keep you close. Even if you were contagious, he couldn’t turn down this affection. “I wanna be cremated. Spread my ashes over Miles’ stupid cravat.”

“You’re being so dramatic over a little cold.”

“Little?!” You sat up suddenly, and you regretted it very quickly after, as your head spun. You gave into the dizziness, flopping back into his side and the mountain of pillows he stacked up just for you. “I am 99% mucus at this point.”

Phoenix pulled up the thick layer of blankets, tucking them around your shoulders. You sighed into the warmth. “Have you taken anything yet?”

You shook your head. “Not today.”

You groaned in protest as Phoenix leaned away to reach his bedside table. The tapping of pills against plastic followed his movement as he settled back in. The cap popped off, he shook out a tablet and held it out for you. You begrudgingly took the pill with some water from a glass on your own table. He pulled you in close when you laid back down.

You huffed, exhausted. “I hate Coldkiller X.”

“Why?” he asked, but you could tell from the lilt in his voice that he was teasing. “It kills colds good!”

“You and your damned brand loyalties.”

“Hey, it was because of my ‘damned brand loyalties’ that we got so close in the first place.” He hummed, rubbing his chin in thought. “I think it was, what, 2013?”

You pushed his hand off his face, scowling. “Sh-shut up.”

“I was on trial for murder and you~”

You forced yourself to sit up, pouting at your boyfriend’s cocky smirk. “It was a long time ago!”

“You forced your way into the lobby.” He sat up as well, pretending as though he was holding out the Coldkiller X bottle out to somebody. His voice changed into an awful impression of you. “‘Nick! Nick! I heard you lost your medicine so I brought you some!’”

You shoved him back against the bed. He laughed as he grabbed you and pulled you down with him. You landed heavily against his chest with an oof. He wrapped you tightly in his arms, keeping you there against him. Your face was warm with embarrassment, but he knew you weren’t really mad. You were fighting your own grin at the stupid memory.

-

“Nick!”

Three heads turned toward the voice, watching with confusion as you burst in through the lobby door. A bailiff grabbed the back of your jacket. In one swift motion, you pulled your arms from the sleeves and ran across the room to the Ivy student.

Mia and Grossberg watched as you held out a small bottle.

Panting and embarrassed, you gave a cheery smile. “Nick! I heard you lost your medicine so I brought you some!”

Phoenix took the little bottle. He recognized the red cap and label immediately as Coldkiller X. He blushed and scratched the back of his head. “You really didn’t have to - I probably lost it somewhere at home, but thanks anyway!”

The bailiff grabbed your arm. You startled, but didn’t fight as he shoved your jacket in your arms and pulled you back toward the door. You smiled back once again at Phoenix, waving. “Do your best out there, Nick! I believe in you!”

Silence followed the door shutting. Mia coughed awkwardly. “Was that a friend of yours?”

Her client blushed even more, smiling widely behind his mask. “Ha ha, yeah. They’re an art major, too. We share a lot of the same classes.”

“And they brought you medicine?”

“Oh, yeah! Coldkiller X!” He held up the little bottle to show her. “It kills colds good!”

Nobody knew then just how important this medicine would come to be. After it was all said and done, Phoenix was quite grateful for it. His lost bottle was poisoned, and planted on the dead body, so it was impounded as evidence even if he did want it back.

-

“I really liked you,” you muttered. “Even back then.”

He smiled, but behind it was a twinge of something sad. That case changed his life forever, for better or worse. A girl he thought he loved framed him for murder, and even planned to kill him, all because he was thick-headed and blinded by a childish dream of romance. He only learned a few years ago that it wasn’t even Dahlia he was with for most of the relationship.

He shook his head, trying to dislodge those thoughts. It was all behind him now.

You continued before he could speak, quiet and self-conscious. Your fingers toyed with the zipper of his hoodie. “When we graduated, you threw yourself into studying law and I… I couldn’t keep up. I tried moving on.” You chuckled, but it was rough and sarcastic. “Well, we know how that went.”

-

Phoenix somehow kept finding himself here. Defending old friends in court seemed to be his specialty. But when he heard about the case and saw the name of the accused… How could he sit by and watch?

The murder seemed to be open-and-shut. The victim was killed with a knife, covered in the suspect’s fingerprints. A witness claimed to see the whole thing.

He refused to believe you did it.

The witness happened to be your partner at the time. Phoenix felt a sense of deja vu as he watched them testify to your guilt. And when you took the stand, looking down at the ground so dejected as you relayed what happened, he had to grit his teeth to power through the rest of the trial.

One contradiction after another, until the story you stood by was full of half-patched holes.

“Y/N…”

You looked up for the first time. Your eyes were haunted, dulled by the weight of whatever burden you carried.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t believe you for one second.” He looked at one of his papers, reading over the autopsy report once again. “You said after you stabbed the victim, your partner saw you and ran to call the police. However…”

You looked back down at the floor. Through the gaps in the bottom of the witness stand, he could see your hands curled into fists, nails digging into your palms. What were you trying so hard to hide?

“That leaves a discrepancy between the time of death and when police were contacted. What did you do in that gap of time?”

“I…” You faltered. His intense stare burned into your soul. “I knew I couldn’t run away, because they saw me, so I… I stayed there.”

“But that doesn’t make a lot of sense, does it?” He rubbed his chin. “If anybody else was in that situation, even if they had been spotted, they would have used that opportunity to run away and hide. Why did you accept defeat so easily?”

OBJECTION!

Winston Payne’s shrill voice echoed in the courtroom. Phoenix tried not to notice how you flinched at the sound.

“Perhaps the accused was so weighed down by guilt, they wanted to be caught to atone!”

Phoenix shook his head. “Even so, why did it take 20 minutes to call the police? It doesn’t make sense for their partner to have waited so long after spotting the event. No…”

He turned to you. You looked like a ghost. He was right, then.

“You didn’t kill them, did you?”

You grabbed onto the witness stand. “No, I-I did! I did it!”

“Why are you covering for them?”

Your eyes met his again. He frowned. “You saw my trial back then, didn’t you?” Your eyes widened slightly, realizing what he was talking about. “They don’t care about us, Y/N. We’re just there for them to use whenever they need us. Please. Tell the truth… I believe in you.”

The prosecution raised another objection, pleading with the judge about how nothing just said had any bearing on the case. The judge was about to dismiss it all when-

Hold it!

All eyes turned to the witness stand. You stood taller, though your shoulders were still hunched. You were scared. But you lifted your head up and looked at the judge.

“Your Honor, I… was lying during my previous testimonies. But… I want to make it right now.”

“Lying in court is a serious offense,” the judge reminded you. “But we will hear what you have to say. Please, tell us what happened.”

-

Phoenix hummed. He remembered that trial well. Not only was it the first time he saw you again after graduation, but it was a heavy reminder of his own past. You had fallen into the same trap he had, and he knew the moment he saw you in the Detention Center that he would do whatever it takes to help you.

“You covered for them because they threatened you. They lauded their affection over you like a debt that needed to be repaid.”

You sighed, pressing your face against his neck. “Not my proudest moment.”

“It all worked out in the end.” He kissed your temple. “You told the truth, and they got what they deserved.”

“Yeah, but I had to pay a fine for lying.”

He chuckled. “Is that the only downside you can think of?”

“Quit bullying me, I’m sick and I’m tired.”

“Okay, okay, you can sleep.” He pulled the covers back up around you, tucking you in once again. He grabbed the remote and turned the volume on the tv way down until it barely made any sound. He wasn’t paying attention to it anyway.

You wrapped your arms around him, snuggly tucking cold hands around his back where it was warm. So what if they’d have pins and needles when you woke up? It was totally worth it.

You pressed your face further into his neck until your nose was tucked right up under his jaw. He tried not to react to the way it tickled, but a quiet giggle here and there slipped out anyway. He leaned his head atop yours as comfortably as he could manage, which meant he’d have a crick in his neck. He didn’t care.

With a slow sigh, everything melted together into a pile of softness and comfort. It didn’t take long before sleep began drawing you down into its depths. Before you fully succumbed, however, you whispered something, so quiet he wouldn’t have heard it if you weren’t so close to his ear.

“Thank you for believing in me, Nick.”

He was sure you heard the way his heart skipped in his chest.

Phoenix handed out trust so easily, especially when he was younger. He was no stranger to believing in people until the very end. And while he knew, so many years into his disbarment, that it was his downfall, he forgot to realize the other side of that coin.

His clients - his friends - had the world turn their back on them. Nobody believed Maya, not even him at first, when she was accused of his mentor’s murder. Nobody believed Larry or Will Powers, or Edgeworth. But he did. He forgot just how much that little bit of faith meant when you were backed into a corner. When he was backed in a corner, and he finally allowed himself to trust Mia with his defense completely.

His stubble scratched your forehead as he leaned down to press a kiss to it. He couldn’t tell if you were already asleep, or if you were still clinging to that last thread of wakefulness, but it didn’t matter. If he didn’t say this now, he wasn’t sure when he would next be able to.

“You believed in me first.”

And there, like a weight off his chest, it was out into the world. His shoulders sagged with relief. He pressed another kiss to your skin.

“I will always believe in you, no matter what.”

[ticiie]

yeah, i'm still not over this so why not turn it into a hopefully enjoyable (ginodi) one shot?

This wasn’t her first race. Zoé had experienced enough successes and at least as many disappointments to know that none of this was normal anymore. The air around her was buzzing. From where she was standing, she had a good view on both the finishing area and the position of the race leader, where Marco was pacing up and down again like some caged animal. She had never seen him so nervous, another fact that made clear how incomparable this entire situation was. Zoé fought her way through the crowd of coaches, athletes, and other officials until only a banister separated her from the space that was visible to the cameras.

“Marco!”

He turned around and hurried to her side as soon as he recognised her. It was safe to say that Marco looked like shit. The run on the slope had been tiring enough and all the hoping and trembling for the win had already left their traces on him. He clenched his hands around the metal until his knuckles turned white.

“This is literal hell”, he mumbled. He was still shaking from head to toe. Zoé dug through the countless pockets of her jacket until she found the small bottle with the funny label and handed it to Marco.

“Here, this might help.”

Marco didn’t give himself any time to hesitate. He opened it and chugged the liquid down in a swift motion. It tasted a little artificial and left a burning aftertaste in his throat, the alcohol content was without any question higher than what he was used to during the season. He was thankful for the warmth that started to spread from inside his chest through his limbs.

“Can I do anything to make it easier? I feel like shit seeing you like this.”, Zoé said. Marco just shrugged.

“I’m pretty lost myself. I just- God, I want this so bad, I can’t-” his voice failed. The noise around them prevented the microphones to capture the sob that escaped Marco’s throat that second. Zoé quickly wrapped her arms around him, for both their comfort and also to at least try and shield him off a little. She was glad to be wearing mirrored sunglasses or else the cameras would’ve caught her own tears that stung in the corner of her eyes.

“It’s gonna be over soon. And no matter the outcome, you made us all so incredibly proud.”

A minute or two passed and Marco regained his composure. He adjusted his sunglasses and sat back down on the red chair while Zoé tried her best in focusing on the words that came through the radio in her ear.

Then it was Aleksander’s turn. The crowd cheered and gave their all and Marco felt like jumping out of his skin any second. He felt his heart beating in his ears, at the same time his body had gone numb, he couldn’t think, could barely see the images on the screen in front of him and when his strongest competitor crossed the finish line, with the time stamp showing a red background...Marco screamed. He screamed of joy, of relief, all of a sudden, he felt as if a giant weight had been lifted from his chest. Breathing was a whole lot easier too. So many people appeared out of nowhere to hug and to congratulate him, Marco lost both track and sense of time. What really tripped Marco over the edge though, were Walter’s tears. Their head of mission was a very objective, very calm man who almost always appeared reserved, both on and off camera. Honest but never mean and today, it was thanks to Marco that he let down his guard for once.

“You did it!,” he shouted over and over again and pulled Marco in yet another bone crushing hug. Marco feared he would be lifted off the ground any second and fly away, be carried to new heights up in the sky.

---

The celebrations were still going strong by the time Marco left the venue, but he felt as if now was the chance to finally get some rest. All of his muscles were aching but he didn’t feel any pain, just a giant exhaustion that was mixed with the dizzy trace the alcohol had left in his head. Justin had rewarded him a delicious cake, the medal had made more than one round through the crowd and around a lot of different necks until it had found its way back around Marco’s. He pulled the key card from his wallet. It took him two attempts to find the sensor that opened the door and he certainly didn’t bother to fiddle with the coat hanger, he just dropped his jacket to the floor. One of the lamps that was hanging above the headboard of the bed was turned on, apart of that the room was dark and quiet. Marco let himself fall flat on the bed. Not the very best idea, considering it only made his world spin a lot faster. He wanted to roll over and reach for his phone, it had run out of battery about three hours ago and Marco still owed his sister a call back. But his legs felt so heavy and the mattress was so comfortable, the ambition for that task took the quickest way out of his head immediately. The bathroom door opened and the sight offered to Gino made the older one smile fondly.

“Well, hello there,” he said and leaned over Marco to place a kiss on his cheek. Marco grinned; eyes closed in content. “Hi. Why are you still awake, I told you not to wait for me.”

Gino was a little surprised by the fact that Marco’s obviously drunken state still allowed him to form both coherent thoughts and sentences.

“You really thought I would be able to sleep after a day like this?” He kneeled down and pulled the shoes off Marco’s feet. The situation resembled the one a good year ago a lot, only this time, the medal around Marcos neck was shaped like a snow flake. Marco didn’t stop him when Gino took it off as well, placing it on the bedside table.

“I am so proud of you. You deserve this so much,” Gino said while peppering Marco’s face with tender kisses. It was too late for this to turn into anything more intense and it was okay. It required the last bit of Marco’s willpower to fight himself out of his jeans and when he finally lay next to Gino underneath the soft blanket, wrapped in his boyfriends arms, he sighed in relief once again. Gino let his fingers run through Marco’s hair until he felt his breath evening out.

“I love you so much,” he whispered into the dark.

“I love you too.”