#idiots to lovers so lovingly dumb

[arminsumi]

Heyy iam a big fan and omg- i really love ur workkkkkkk and everything 😭😭😭😭 i wan wondering if u can make

Husband gojo x fem reader after care

Like taking bath tougher helping u to dress up and moree plzz plzz😭😭🌸

And tysmmmmmmm

AFTERCARE

GOJO さとる

Note : ah thank you!! 💗😣 i love this request, aftercare is so nice to write i rlly should consider adding more aftercare scenes to my smut. thank u!!

Warnings : 🔞 mdni/18+, aftercare

He lovingly feels up and massages your sweaty body with his pale, veiny hands, going back and forth on your thighs and applying more pressure when you groan in relief at certain points.

"Where are my panties?" you ask.

"I have no idea." he chuckles.

Satoru lets you catch your breath while he searches the bed for your panties. He starts giggling and so do you — for some reason your panties always vanish; they go from dangling on your ankle to being haphazardly tossed off by your man (maybe landing on the lampshade) or being buried under the covers.

"Found them." Satoru giggles harder, "They were under the pillow this time."

When you stand, you feel a burn in your thigh muscles and complain loudly "My legs!"

Satoru makes a guilty smile. "Don't look at me, I have nothing to do with it."

He acts like he's not responsible for making your legs wobbly even though he's the one who's been manhandling you into positions on his cock for the past hour.

Satoru runs a bubble bath and gets a little crazed when he sees you getting in. He unashamedly checks out your ass and makes a low whistle.

He has to help you lower yourself into the tub, because you're feeling unsteady and sore after taking him.

"Careful, don't slip." it's these little, under-the-breath comments that show how gentle Satoru is as a lover.

He's always thinking of your comfort after sex, and during it, with his asks of "Is it too much?" or "Should I go slower?" or "Are you tired, wanna stop?"

Aftercare with Satoru feels sacred. He lovingly cares for your body like it's a divine creature gifted to him from heaven. He gives you these cascading caresses down your arms to soothe them, because he knows they must be sore after he pulled them behind your back while taking you from behind earlier.

He starts giving you a massage while in the bath without you needing to ask — he knows you need it, and he wants to do it.

He's smirking against the back of your ear "Ooh, found ya weak spot." when you moan at the influence of his hands.

"I remember before we were engaged, you were embarrassed about showing me your soft cock—" you tease.

"—I WAS NOT!"

"Haha! Yes you were. You always pulled out super quickly and wrapped the sheets around your waist as if you would just die of embarrassment if I saw it soft."

He washes your hair and happily puts up with your teasing in the bathtub about the days when you two were just dating.

"You were such an idiot in love." you say.

"What do you mean? I'm still an idiot in love." he beams, sneaking a cheek kiss from behind. "I'm always dumb for you."

You nod, "Mhm. A dumb husband."

"Excuse me, "a" husband? YOUR husband, you mean."

You sigh at him. "I'm getting out the bath."

He wraps his arms around your chest tightly, one hand possessively cupping your breast. You feel his wet torso pressing against your back, firm and wet and soap-sudsy.

"Nooo, stay. There's still bubbles." he says.

"It's getting cold in here, you idiot!"

"But the bubbles!!"

He insists that you hold onto his bicep while stepping out the bath. He doesn't want you to slip. (He also just loves the feeling of your small hands grabbing his bicep and wishes you'd do it more often.)

"What else is your big, handsome, muscular husband for?"

"Shut up before I turn you into a big, handsome, muscular ex-husband."

He grins at you and wraps a towel around your body.

"No, you shut up before I take you back to bed for round two." he threatens playfully.

"You wouldn't..."

Satoru picks you up and takes you back to the bed.

But no, he hears your complaints about being sore and tired and quickly tucks you into the soft bed.

"Satoru, I'm tired."

"Yes I know, buttercup. You stay right here 'n I'll get you a water."

So he does. You take tiny sips that he thinks are adorable. He stares at your throat as you swallow a big gulp, and the sound makes him wiggle his brow. You smack him.

"Damn, you're a thirsty slut." he jokes when you finish the whole glass of water.

You smack him again. He wraps his arms around you and you smile softly. You're in that daze, you feel like you're drifting.

Shielding you with his body, happily feeling like he's your protector, he waits for you to fall asleep first and then he lets himself fall asleep, too.

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[imbecominggayer]

What Are Archetypes And How To Use Them!

Character archetypes are one of the many tools in a writer's arsenal to write believable and universally relatable characters which transcend geography, time, and culture!

Throughout this post, I will be discussing what archetypes are, how to use them, and how to subvert them.

What Are Character Archetypes?

What are character archetypes? Archetypes are kinda like templates that are grouped into categories depending on their traits, experiences, and actions.

When thinking about "archetypes", your mind may jump to the archetypes in the major Arcana which represent different aspects of life! Like character archetypes, the archetypes represented in the Arcana encompass a multitude of various traits, experiences, and meanings depending on the reader of the tarot or, with character archetypes), interpretations by the author!

Archetypes are meant to transcend time, geography, location, and the differences between other individuals to communicate universal truths about humanity.

But it's important to use archetypes correctly! All characters require character development and if you don't use character development or there isn't enough character then the characters are going to be flat, boring, and unoriginal.

The difference between "stock characters" and "archetypes" is the fact that stock characters aren't meant to be main characters. Stock characters are the strict librarian that tells the lovers to be quiet, the mean bully that gets humiliated, or the MC's lovingly dead mom.

They are static, flat characters who are meant to serve as filler. Archetypes are the foundation to create complex, changing characters!

Mixing Character Archetypes

Most characters fall into multiple character archetypes depending on the perspective that you are looking at. Mixing character archetypes allows your characters to be familiar but not cliche!

Character Archetypes (And How To Subvert Them)

There are way too many archetypes so I'm just going to give a quick run-by!

The Caregiver

The caregiver is a character who selflessly and whole-heartedly supports their loved ones. They often tend to fall into the Mentor role, the Best Friend role, or something else. It's common to see the Caregiver as an accompanying character to the Hero.

Traits: Selfless, Kind, Compassionate, Honorable, Loving

Pitfalls: Too selfless, tends to lack growth or goals, a bit too dedicated to assholes

Subvert: Caregiver can serve as an enabling force who encourages the Hero or the Villain to follow all of their desires and will force their loved one to deny any healthy accountability for their bad behavior. The Caregiver can be a shallow individual who has a tendency of nearly abandoning the group when things seem hopeless. The Caregiver can show some selfishness

Everyman

The Everyman is your regular Joe-Shmoe who isn't smart enough to be a Mad Scientist but not dumb enough to be the resident Idiot. They aren't particular ugly nor particularly attractive (but they tend to get the love interest anyway). They are kinda average in most respects.

The Everyman is humble and cooperative but not stand out.

Traits: Humble, Hard-working, Grounded, Relatable, Cooperative

Pitfalls: This is the protagonist for 95% of stories. Tends to flail around so much that the audience wonders why they are even needed.

Subvert: The Everyman tends to fall into the Innocent type. Basically, oblivious as all heck and a bystander. The Everyman could be a secret mastermind behind the whole operation and more aware than anyone suspects.

The Creator

Constantly creative and constantly making something. Their creation can be physical (inventor) or in the divine sense. To the Creator, there is nothing that is more important than what they are trying to make, and they are willing to sacrifice themselves and others to reach their goal.

Traits: Obsession, imaginative, strong-willed, egotistical

Pitfalls: The Creator tends to be unsympathetic and not that obviously relatable to the non-creative types.

Subvert: Actually try and make this Mad Scientist or God relatable. Many people have that one thing that they would sacrifice their time and life for whether that be their job, their family, their identity, or their creative pursuits. Connecting that creation to these universal truths will turn your one-dimensional character into a tragedy or masterpiece.

The Explorer

They want to break boundaries, take risks, and travel the world for something new. They yearn for something more than a normal life. They want to find their purpose and they don't believe their purpose lies in the mundane life everyone wants them to live.

Traits: Courageous, independent, nonconforming, driven, curious

Pitfalls: Explorer types tend to be the garden-variety " I want to explore this place". Highly common protagonists.

Subvert: Have the Explorer be a little bit lost in the world. They aren't courageous about their desires and they don't even really know what they want. They just know they don't want to spend the rest of their life here. They are afraid of stagnation. They are afraid of looking back on their life and only being able to feel regret. Make it spiritual. Make it about fear.

The Hero

The Hero rises to the challenge. They can't or refuse to stand by any longer to the injustice surrounding them. They fight the villains.

Traits: Honorable, Justice-Orientated, Strong

Pitfalls: One-Dimensional. "really? another story about Superman going rogue and killing people because angst?"

Subvert: At this point, having a character who is genuinely a good person who wants to try and be a good person is a subversion. Seriously, if you can only write an interesting character when they are evil or "morally complicated", they you are putting yourself in a box. They aren't perfect but they try. That's the thesis statement for heroes.

The Innocent

The Innocent is defined by their unending optimism and naivety with a child-life attitude (if they aren't an actual child). The Innocent tends to be the starting place for a character who will eventually have their comfortable life radically shifted by worldly events until their ignorance is swept away from them.

Traits: Trusting, Loving, Sincere, Open, Powerless, Oblivious

Pitfalls: So innocent to the point where they are obnoxious and not relatable to anyone above the age of 7. "Why is a man who has the ignorance of a child the Chosen One?"

Subvert: What if the Innocent isn't this childish person but actually acts serious? A story could have a character going on this journey to become the Innocent in an effort to get rid of their memories of the horrors of life that they have deemed unbearable. And they succeed. The Innocent could be someone whose naivety about the world often has them acting in cruel and insensitive ways.

The Lover

Ranging from the hedonistic players to the dreamy romantics, Lovers are guided by their heart. Like Creators, they also have an all-consuming obsession and dedication, although, in this case, the object of their obsession is the receiver of their love whether that be a person or an object.

They often overlap with the Caregiver.

‍Traits: Devoted, compassionate, caring, protective

Pitfalls: They often tend to be one-dimensional and horribly problematic.

Subvert: The recipient of their love could be an object, a friend, or a family member. Their love could also be demonstrated as purposefully toxic as their codepedent traits have the potential to intersect with Superior Complexes, Inferiority Complexes, and/or Savior Complexes.

The Rags-To-Riches Orphan

While not always a literal orphan, the Orphan starts in a state of poverty and unimportance who transitions into a life of opulence and excitement.

Beyond that, Orphans tend to fall into Found Families, as a desire for belonging often reunites them with either social outcasts or the Riches group.

‍Traits: Survivalists, empathetic, determined, driven

‍Pitfalls:  Another orphan? Really? Wow, you got picked up off the street and became unbelievablely rich? How relatable.

Subvert: The Orphan uses their skills and resources from their time in poverty to secure power, influence, and popularity from the masses as their relatable upbringing, connects to the underground market, and survivalist mentality leads them to be even more cunning and manipulative than the natural-born. The Orphan isn't as innocent and ignorant as everyone seems to think they're. The Orphan falls from their rich status. The Orphan hates their found family and relishes in the opportunity to leave them.

The Rebel

The Rebel leads the charge against flawed leaders and power structures when the balance of society is threatened. They might be the public head of a rebellion, a charismatic outsider, someone who works in the shadows, or just someone whose another James Dean- knock-off.

‍Traits: Natural leaders, courageous, inspiring, strong, charismatic

Pitfalls: Romancization of rebel groups and abusive behaviors as , more often than not, rebel groups establish a new order that is the same or even worse than the previous group.

Subvert: What if we didn't contribute to the massive romantization of rebel authority and instead investigated how extremists groups can manipulate desperate citizens into horrible governments. Because Hitler was a rebel who instigated a national rebellion. What if we explored the topic of co-option as previous signs of rebelliousness and civil rights are being commercialized for right-wing non-pocs and "rebellious" teens?

The Mentor

The Mentor is the character who is typically off in the corner, training the protagonist with life advice such as "life happens man" and "if you klll a killer, that's somehow worse than being that killer".

Because writers don't know how to write actual wisdom so they copy facebook quotes and look up a thesarus for some "fancy" words

‍Traits: "Wise", caring, patient, insightful, rational

Pitfalls: "Author! Arthor! This a serious topic with a huge diversity of variables and an imperfect solution as humans are inherently imperfect! This advice seems really oversimplified and kinda biased!

Subvert: What if the mentor's teachings are revealed to be heavily biased and based on misinformation which is reflective of the mentor's upbringing? What if the mentor is secretly working with the antagonist to feed the fledgling Hero with false beliefs? What if the mentor genuinely hates the Hero but is still on Team Good Guys?

[tinykittendelusion]

Seventeen as Bollywood Characters

a/n: i keep seeing people do this on Instagram and Twitter and i wanted to try it too

tw: a bit of swearing.

Scoups - Ram Prasad Sharma (Main Hoon Na)

Okay so you remember how srk was all older brother in this movie yeah scoups for sure. Also I love the dynamics between Ram and Lakshman (Very scoups and dino also maybe mingyu coded) . Plus i just think he's a shy awkward dork in everyday life but would have this alt cool persona.Also him being an idiot in love? SIGN ME UP!

Jeonghan - Prem Sharma (APKGK)

Prem was a sweetheart in Ajan Prem ki Gazab Kahani. He is so jeonghan coded cause like he wants everyone to be happy duh he's the president of Happy club but he's also mischievous and just ready to bend the rules to make people he cares for happy. Comes off as this cocky idc person but is the biggest softie.

Joshua - Raj Malhotra (DDLJ)

Okay so you remember Srk with the ukele in the mustard fields YEAH THAT'S JOSH. Except he's most probably playing Sunday morning. He's the gentleman (Sometimes) who is a little crazy. Very Raj coded he's fun and flirty and funny but can also be serious if the situation demands it. A big family guy and your family's approval matters a lot. The only difference is that he'd charm your parents in seconds no Jaa simran Jaa for you your parents approved 10 mins after they met him.

Jun - Jai Singh Rathore (Jaane tu ya jaane Na)

Jun is a baby but ykw so is jai. Jai is the pinnacle of the imran Khan romcom universe he's sweet caring funny and wierd oh and also oblivious which also describes jun very well.Hes in love with his bestfriend (LOVE THAT HE CALLS HER MEOW MY CAT!JUN AGENDA IS WINNING)but doesn't realise that until she starts seeing someone else I love the jealousy and confusion .Plus this whole thing plays into my childhood best friends to lovers trope i see jun as.

Hoshi - Rocky Randhawa (Rocky Aur Rani ki Prem Kahani)

This Outfit Ik Hoshi would love it. Okay Hoshi is a himbo he's cute funny and a little bit dumb(lovingly) and that's very Rocky coded. Also I just see him as this doofus in love who will do anything and everything to keep you happy. also I just want him to say "handle with care I'm a fragile". Very emotionally intelligent.He may not know much about current affairs but he does know how to make you smile.

Wonwoo - Rohit Mehra (Koi Mil Gaya)

Okay hear me out on this one.I started thinking about parallels here but all began with that meme Maa mujhe sab dikh Raha hai but Rohit and wonwoo are pretty alike they are kind sensitive but confident people who love and care openly. He may be shy but he'll express his care and affection anyways. Also his jaadu is dino.

Woozi - Arjun Saluja (ZNMD)

They both are hot workaholics. Also just like Arjun learnt to live a little and enjoy life on the Spain trip I feel woozi did that during the Nana tour. They both can come off as the I don't like fun grumpy types but once they get into the mood of relaxing and having fun they become the life of the party. Both have that annoying friend who they hate lovingly (Hoshi and Imraan).

Dokyeom - Rohan Raichand (K3G)

This GIF is very Dk coded. I feel Raichand brothers are very puppy coded but they are puppies like dokyeom and not mingyu (I'm not making sense am i?). He's the younger brother he's hot he's funny and he's a tease. This is Also because I feel dokyeom and Hrithik Roshan just look alike. Also very emotional likes just keeping everyone happy. Boyfriend Material through and through.

Mingyu - Adithya Kashyap (Jab we met)

I know what you guys are thinking that Adithya is this quieter soft character whereas mingyu is a big happy clingy puppy. Ik but I also have a theory so basically we see Adithya being all sad because shit has happened in his life but after geet heals him he's this happy and joyful person which makes me think that it was how he was before he felt let down by everyone and that happy joyful persona he has is like mingyus mingyu is optimistic and kind and caring he also is emotionally intelligent and very aware of what people around him are feeling and that's very Adithya coded.

Minghao - Aman Mathur (Kal ho na ho)

Yes. Minghao has that I'll do anything for Love vibe. While aman may be more outgoing I feel at core that Minghao and Aman are same people. Also Minghao seems like the person who will fall for Naina but then help her call for someone else.Makes people delulu but are very anti delulu duo.

Seungkwan - Baburao Ganpatrao Apte (Hera Pheri)

Honestly at first i considered Meenamma(Chennai Express) or Poo(K3G) for seungkwan but then i remembered Baburao. I'll fight for the BSS X HERA PHERI UNIVERSE. Also I feel they both have the same level of sass. Also the way Baburao and Raju behave ? that's Hoshi and seungkwan right there. Fucking funny both of them.

Vernon - Ranchhodas Chanchal (3 Idiots)

Normally I'd say BSS are all the 3 idiots aka Rancho, Farhan and Raju but I feel Vernon is a lot more like Rancho. He's smart intuitive and loyal to a fault person. Also I feel the whole thought process that Rancho had for learning ? yeah that's Vernon he learns what he enjoys, he's chill he's laid back just like Rancho. Plus i think he'd also wonder whether the nose comes in the middle while kissing.

Dino - Lakshman Sharma (Main hoon Na)

Okay I present you this gif. The minute i saw it my first thought was how dino coded the character is. The character is this younger brother who comes off as this non caring idgaf about anything but having fun but is actually very sad emo at times which I feel is also dino dino does things for the plot but he's a very old soul at heart. Plus I love the dynamics between lakshman and ram aka scoups and dino so heheh ig?

a/n: Desi brainrot is here guys tell me what y'all think

[pantiesandpamperssissypart2]

"Here you go, sport, we'll get the shorts on you and then you can have a fun time at the party!"

Gerald lay there, mute, sucking his paci. So this was really happening. Why was he such a wimp? He was 50 years old and VP of sales, goddamn it! And here he was, having just been put into diapers and plastic panties by his wife, who then went to get dressed and called over her 23-year-old lover, a raging asshole named Chad who worked at fucking Chipotle. And not even as a manager!

"So your old lady says this is a pretty big party you guys throw every year, huh? Family, friends, your office. Big ol' American Fourth of July party! Wow, I can't wait."

Now tears rolled down Gerald's cheeks as he pictured everyone seeing the new him. "Hey, why the tears, bucko," Chad now said, drying them with his finger, almost lovingly, until he pulled out the paci and made Gerald drink them before stuffing the paci back in. "I mean at least you get to wear these shorts over your Pampers, huh? Your wife was saying before she wanted you in just your diapers and a bikini bottom over them but apparently now she thinks it might be more fun to have you change into a bikini halfway through the party. I know, I know, the shorts aren't going to do much to hide the diapers, but I guess that'll make things easier when people have to check to see if you went wetty or messy, right?"

Now Chad burst out laughing.

"Fucking A. I've fucked a lot of old married gals and seen a lot of idiot husbands but never seen one as shit-dumb pathetic as you. You liked this shit, huh? Well, until Mary discovered the secret you'd been hiding for 24 years? But if you like this why you so sad about everyone discovering you're a diaper-wearing faggot, huh? Now listen I want you to be a good girl or I swear I'll sit on a pool lounge chair and throw you over my knee and spank the shit out of you, you hear me? My old man spanked me and I turned out just fine so it might do you some fucking good. But I guarantee you won't be sitting right for a week. Fucking freak."

Gusher of tears now as Gerald imagined himself, helpless, legs kicking, diapers down, ass being reddened by the younger man, all while his secretary and mom and dad and siblings looked on as they saluted Uncle Sam's birthday.

"All right, kiddo, upsy daisy, let's help mommy get dressed, okay?"

The sobbing diapered simp rose, felt Chad pat his diapered rump, felt Chad take his hand in his own and marched him to the bedroom.

#plasticpants #nylonshorts #glanzshorts

[d0youngread]

10:52PM

(suggestive/smut, poor attempt at angst, fwb to Lovers)

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Your hands tangled into Doyoung's black locks as he pushed your clothed cunt further down onto his hard on, a whimper escaping your lips as he smirked into the kiss. Pulling away you looked straight at your best friend who gave you a look of slight concern mixed in with lust.

"Young-ah.." you made direct eye contact with him as he hummed, in regards to that he's listening and curious to whatever you had to say. You hesitated for a second before kissing him again, deciding that you rather not embarrass yourself if you were going to confess your feelings to your best friend of six years in the middle of a makeout session.

You felt him slightly grind against you as you pet the back of his head. Starting to slowly pull away and fill your jaw and neck full of tender butterfly kisses you spit, "i.. I- doyoung you know that.. you know how we've been close a long time now right?" Humming in agreement he slid his hand under your top, a slight whine leaving you before you continued.

"Well.. i thought that i might've just liked that idea of you know.. having you close, however.. i realized I just didn't w-want just your body Doyoung." You hitched as he quickly stopped you from grinding on him anymore and stood the both of you still. "Y/n, what are you trying to say?"

You knew he was playing dumb so you wouldn't have to beat around the bush, your heart fluttered as he gave you the look he always gave you when he could see through you. There was no point in trying to beat around the point when he could say it for you at that point.

"Uh, well, I'm sure about the agreement we had when we started this whole, benefits deal." you sighed deeply as he placed an arm around your waist waiting for you to finish. "But I couldn't help myself but find myself actually- like- i couldn't help it when I fell for you young."

Stop stuttering idiot, this wasn't how you decided to fucking tell him.

"...You like me?" He said it for you as you nodded, head hung low as you basked in melancholy knowing he had feelings for your other friend. "But it's okay!" You faked a smile as you looked back up at him, "i know you like someone else.. and it's fine with me. We're only in it for the sex right?" He could feel the emotion leave you as you slowly let go of him, but his grip stayed tight as he held your chin up with his free hand.

"I never had feelings for her you know, I felt the need to say that because I thought you had feelings for Jaehyun.. but I guess that makes two of us huh?" "Yeah."

"I hope I didn't make things awkward between us though, young." You placed your hands on his shoulders as silence fell in the living room, only the sound of cars and rain hitting the window was heard as you looked out into the night view. "Things won't be awkward between us Y/N, trust me, okay? Because if you couldn't tell by now, I love you.. probably more than you love me."

A slight wave of relief washed over you as well as arousal, but you wanted nothing more than to just finish what he started. "Y/n-ah, are you listening? Y/n."

You got up quickly grabbing his wrist, "glad to know."

"What are you doing-" You cut him off as you pulled him down by his collar, red lips colliding with his as you lovingly kissed him before leading the way to your bedroom. "I hope you meant that, because

now I'm gonna keep making love to you all night until I'm the only person you remember."

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a/n: HELP it wasn't the best but I was tired of seeing this in my drafts everytime I seeked to get closer to finishing my Yuta fic. I hope you kinda enjoyed it though? um ANYWAYS-

-🐉

[mspolapotter]

Drabble Mini-Series: Five Responses to the Question "Would you still love me if I was a worm?

1.

"Yes."

"You didn't hesitate."

"Should I have?"

Ron opened his mouth and then closed it again. "No?"

"We'd make great worms, I think."

"We?"

"Of course," Luna said confidently.

"Why would you be a worm?"

"Well, if you're a worm, I'm going to be a worm, too. And we're going to be two worm lovers 'til the end of time. We'll till the soil together in the same pot and make sure to help grow a lovely flower."

Ron grinned stupidly. Suddenly, being a worm sounded like a brilliant plan.

2.

"Ly, that's so dumb."

The blonde whipped out her wand and stuck the tip to James's side. The boy yelped.

"Was the stinging hex necessary?"

"You called me dumb!"

"Not you, daft witch, the question!"

"Oh." Lyra cast a cooling charm over the skin she'd maimed only moments ago. "Answer it, then."

"If it means never getting a stinging hex from you again, then yes."

"Be serious."

James laughed and leaned back against the trunk of the tree. Lyra, who had her head on his lap stared up at him with pleading blue-grey eyes.

"Fine. Of course I will."

"Why?"

"Why?!" James repeated incredulously. He sighed, knowing that it was useless to pick a fight with her. Lyra was the child of the most insufferable and the most stubborn people in the world after all (his dad's words).

Despite everything, he loved her dearly. He and Lyra were soulmates. He could feel it in his bones. Plus, he knew he wouldn't be able to live without her, regardless of if she were an invertebrate.

He could have told her all of this, but instead he said:

"I'd be crazy not to."

3.

"Did Hermione put you up to this?" Harry asked, watching as his husband completed his 10-step skincare routine in front of a lit vanity mirror in their bedroom. With one final pat, he extinguished the light and climbed into bed.

"Actually, I put Hermione up to it," Theo confessed. "I don't know where it came from, all I know is I won't be able to sleep tonight unless I get an answer from you."

"Hm, alright." Harry shifted in bed, wrapping his arms around Theo's shoulders. The brunette snuggled closer to him, sniffing his neck affectionately.

"I think it's a stupid question, because of course I will," Harry finally said after minutes of thinking. "Considering all I went through to marry you, I'd be an idiot to throw it all away."

Theo rolled his eyes. "You love me," he muttered.

"Yeah I do," he replied, planting a kiss on his crown. "And you do a good job of reminding me everyday. How about you, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Theo looked up and gazed lovingly into his husband's startling green eyes.

"No."

4.

Frankly, Pansy was caught off guard by the question. Her first instinct was to respond with something like "that's a stupid question," but she swallowed the urge.

She'd been with this boy for months and he's already tamed her tongue.

She thought about the question, broke it apart and tried to see the best possible outcome. All the while Neville's hands worked with soil, his fingers coaxing the particles to loosen.

"Well, worms are important," she finally said. "You've always said that a gardener's best helper is the worm, right?"

"So you're saying, if I'm a worm, you'd keep me around because I'm...helpful?"

"Yes and no," Pansy conceded. "You've done more than help me, Nev. You make me...better. We're partners. I wouldn't leave my partner behind, ever."

She approached him and stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"Besides, you'd be successful as a worm, considering that you already have my heart."

Neville burst out laughing. Realizing what she'd just said, Pansy covered her face in embarrassment.

"That might just be the cheesiest thing you ever said."

"And I will never say that again, so you better remember it," she promised.

Neville pulled her hands away from her ruddy face and kissed her softly. In response, pulled him down to her by the front of his shirt and kissed him deeply.

"Oh, the things you do to me."

5.

"Darling, are you drunk?"

"Tired," Hermione mumbled into Draco's chest, on which she'd unceremoniously collapsed after a long day of teaching. His laughter rumbled through his body.

"Same thing."

"Answer the question."

Being with Hermione Granger, Draco has discovered, is a continuous learning process, of knowing when to rile her up and when to remain firmly on her side. And while he did enjoy riling her up, he more so enjoyed having her melt in his arms.

With a giant exhale, Draco took off his glasses, closed his book and set both down on the side table. Hermione scooted up to him and wrapped her arms around his torso. Draco kissed the top of her curls softly and began to stroke her hair, eliciting sighs from Hermione.

"You are my world," he whispered to her. "There is no me without you. I will love you in whichever universe, in whatever form."

Hermione peered up at him with glassy eyes. "Promise?"

"I promise, darling."

Fin.

[livingincolorsagain]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your five favorite fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖 

Thanks for the tag @bisamwilson 💖!!!

1. loving you is a losing game  rarry, 13.7k, T

Sick and tired of Hermione and Mrs Weasley's nagging, Harry and Ron agree to pretend to date. It's ridiculously simple, they live, work and go out together. Everyone believes it, and after a while, Harry starts to believe it too.

Or,

In which the lines get blurry, and Harry only realises what game they're playing after he's already lost.

this fic was me using about 99% of my brainpower and it’s probably still my favorite thing I’ve written. It was the first time I finally planned a fic before posting, which is something I always try to do now. I got to include almost all of my favorite tropes (fake-dating, sharing a bed, idiots in love, friends to lovers and more). So, yeah, this one is definitely my number one. 

2. In The Name of Love rarry, 35.7k, M

For years, they were together, through ups and downs, life and death, friendship and love. They would do anything for one another, lovingly and selflessly.

So, when Ron saw that Harry was losing hope to get the one thing he really wants, he'll do anything he could to give it to him.

Even if it could possibly kill him.

I’ve a complicated relationship with this fic. It has a special place in my heart because it took years to complete and I almost gave up at least twice but always came back (took a year long break twice). It was frustrating more often than not but, hey, I finished it in the end and didn’t give up writing altogether. A win-win. 

3. be together sambucky, 1.2k, G 

Sam’s heart dropped, his insides tied themselves up into a tight knot of nerves, a feeling akin to grief causing his hands to shake.

“What are you talking about?” Bucky asked, but given his tone, Sam reckoned he already knew.

“The stone is down there,” Sam meant to ask, but it came out as a statement. A fact, horrible in its realness. Or, What if... Sam and Bucky survived the Snap?

My first sambucky fic! Writing for a new fandom is frustrating and intimidating and the fact that this is hurt/no comfort (spoiler alert, someone dies) didn’t make it any easier, but one day I got the idea and it wouldn’t go away, but I’m proud of it and glad I did because now I can’t stop writing for sambucky. 

4. but baby i'm a fool for you sambucky, 3.1k, T

After several attempts at getting back in the dating game, Bucky bit the bullet and asked Sam for dating advice. Chaos ensues.

(Or, Bucky and Sam are dating, and they're the last to find out about it.)

as I mentioned before, I LOVE friends to lovers/idiots in love, so writing this was so much fun. I just love the idea of sambucky dating and not even realising it. 

5. Love is Stored in the Dumb Jokes sambucky, 2.2k, T (available as a podfic) 

The first time Bucky heard it, he wasn’t even supposed to be listening.

Or, Four times it was a joke, and the one time it wasn't. 

there was a post floating around that I saw and thought would make a good crack fic, but I’m terrible at crack fics so instead this happened. It still has all the crack elements, I guess. It was fun, a little bit funny, sambucky are being dorks and I love them for it and what makes it so special is that someone read my crack-ish fic and loved it enough to make a podfic. still crying about that btw. 

tagging @cescalr  @elwenyere @writerkenna @the-biggest-sambucky-shipper  @acnelli

[hockstuff]

High School Musical: Islander's Edition

Troy Bolton – Mat Barzal, the popular hot guy who is the star of the team who has a big nose, has a not so secret of thinking he’s a good singer, poor guy had to choose between being a hockey player or an off-brand Justin Bieber. Spoiler: he chose hockey. “My heads in the game but my hearts in the song”.

Gabriella Montez – Anders Lee, the smart one and multi-talented one, joined Troy during one of his secret singing sessions and both made the cut, love hyping each other up and making sure one doesn’t fall behind. Had the most on and off again relationship for two idiots in high school.Gaby was a lifeguard; Anders has the thighs that lifeguards should have.

Sharpay Evans – Noah Dobson, “A STAR!!”, One half of dumb and dumber, people fear Sharpay because of her reputation, but people “fear” Noah because of his size, somewhat popular and gets lovingly bullied by others, not that either of them know. His popularity will keep rising, just like Sharpay who was becoming a star on Broadway. Can't imagine him carrying around Boi though.

Ryan Evans – Oliver Wahlstrom, dimwitted, food lover, the other half of dumb and dumber, was hidden behind the twin, but slowly finding his place and coming out of his shell, supports his twin in all their failed plans, and tends to take the fall for them. Also had a rise to stardom, but takes a bit longer because he was vibin, just going with the motions.

Chad Danforth – Anthony Beauvillier, the teammate and best friend of Troy, typical jock kinda guy. Tried to tell Mat that he couldn’t become a singer because he sucked, but eventually gave in and helped him with both hockey and failed singing career. 100% judges Troy for the choices he made. Also has a problem with plans changing last minute and realizes that they both won’t be together forever.

Taylor McKessie – Brock Nelson, a Feminist, stubborn as hell, says random facts at the weirdest times, loves Gaby and became friends with each other. Wants to win, no matter what. Honestly, they are all competitive but for different things. Teamed up with Chad to get their friends back to what they were good at after they found out they wanted to sing together in front of people. Spoiler Chad and Taylor ended up dating. Simps…

Dumb

THESE CASTINGS ARE SO PEAK I LITERALLY DONT UNDERSTAND HOW YOURE SO GOOD AT THESE😂 every single time you are so right with your reasonings too AHAHAHA

here my lovely is the poster lmaoooo i had fun with this one

[louisoml]

Comfort

Louis had snuck into the hallways and stood in front of his lover's door. He had stolen snacks from the kitchen and the snacks laid on top of a chair he was carrying, and was also carrying blankets which were draped on his head, he was sure Aasim wouldn't mind that Louis had stolen his blanket. In his hand he was also carrying a mop so that they could build forts.

The night was cold, the rain was pouring harshly onto the ground. Thunder roaring in the skies could be heard from inside.

Louis had put down the mop and chair onto the ground. He knocked on his lover's door. He had found out that his lover was afraid of thunder, he had found out since they had told him about it in a game of truth or dare.

Marlon had gotten the highest card and (Y/N) haad gotten the lowest.

"So.. (N/N) what's one of your greatest fears?" They had averted their gaze and puts their finger on their chin.

"Losing my one and only lover, Louis." They cooed which made Louis smile, they had always made him feel loved and vice versa. The boy with the mullet had playfully rolled his eyes at the idiotic couple.

"No, what are you really scared of? You've said that the last time we played."

They scratched the back of their head and gave an awkward smile. "Fine. I'm.. scared of thunder. It's dumb since a gun is also loud-" they rambled a bit but had gotten cut off by Louis.

"That's adorable, I did not know that." Louis had said which made (Y/N) roll their eyes.

Thunder roared in the background as he waited for his lover to open the door. The door was opened to reveal a pair of eyes which were frightened. “Lou lou!” They threw their arms onto the boy. Louis grinned at the sudden gesture. “Hey dumbass of my life.” Louis greeted back as he hugged his lover back. Their head nuzzled into his chest, his scent had always brought them comfort. He just brings comfort and warmth wherever he goes. Louis had put a sweet kiss on top of their forehead.

“Let’s get comfy shall we?” He said as he pulled apart from the hug. (Y/N) was hesitant to pull away from him but they did. Louis got the chair and the mop and closed the door behind him. He put down the chair and mop next to the built-in closet and laid the blanket on top of their bed. “I got you the last piece of chocolate laying around the kitchen.” Louis said as he started setting up their little pillow fort.

The words that left their boyfriend’s mouths made them happy, they had always loved chocolate and it made them sad that there are barely any chocolate anymore. And the thought of their boyfriend stealing the last piece of chocolate made them smile. It was probably the last chocolate they’ll taste in a long time. They watched their boyfriend build their fort, it made them giggle at how serious he looked while building something childish and how he was probably focused so that they could be happy and comfortable.

Their boyfriend looked up towards them with a goofy smile as he put the lantern inside the fort. “Am I the best boyfriend or what?” Louis said as he sat down in the fort and patted the pillow beside him, hinting their lover to sit beside him. Dear help them, (Y/N)’s cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling around him. How did they get so lucky? “You are indeed the best boyfriend!” They said happily as they sat beside Louis. They had noticed that the storm was coming down.

“And does the best boyfriend get a kiss for being the best?” A smirk plastered on Louis’ face as he cocked an eyebrow which made his lover playfully roll their eyes at his childish behaviour. “Yes, yes he does.” They leaned towards Louis’ face and gave him a small peck on the nose which made him frown. “I think you missed” He pursed his lips like a child which made their lover giggle and lean forward to capture his lips. “You’re an adorable idiot.” (Y/N) said while staring at their boyfriend and how the lighting of the lantern captured his beauty perfectly. “And I’m your adorable idiot.” Louis said, which made (Y/N) snort. “That’s such an overused cheesy line” Louis smirked and had his chin up. “What can I say? I’m cheesy.” Louis said proudly. (Y/N) bursted out laughing at his idiotic antics.

“And that’s why I love you.” “Are you saying you wouldn’t love me if I wasn't cheesy?” “Probably.” Louis put his hand on top of his heart, feigning mockery. “Oh, how you wound me (Y-” He was interrupted mid-sentence by a loud crack of thunder making (Y/N) jump and covering their ears. Multiple cracks of thunder continued outside. Their breaths got heavy as they closed their eyes shut, pressing their hands harder onto their ears, trying to drown out the loudness.

Louis' gaze softens at the sight of his absolutely terrified and vulnerable lover. “(Y/N)..” He said as he came closer towards his lover, he brushed his fingers through their hair to calm them down. “Hey, sweetie. You’re alright, I’m with you.” He said reassuringly as he combed through his lover's hair, hoping to calm them down. He hummed a soft melody. (Y/N)’s eyes opened to meet a pair of eyes that belonged to their boyfriend, his eyes had contained warmth and love. Their breathing began to go back to normal. A pair of lips found their way onto their forehead, they smiled at the touch and looked at Louis lovingly. Their eyes were getting droopy, Louis had noticed and laid his lover down onto the bed of pillows, he blew out the lantern and looked towards his sleepy lover.

He started singing an old friends song as he played with his lovers hair.

“Never mind the darkness

Never mind the storm

Never mind the blood red moon

The night will be over soon

The night will be over soon

Brush away the sorrow

Brush away the tears

Sing away your heavy heart

The night will be over soon

The night will be over soon

For every night goes quiet

And every moon grows blue

Beyond the dark, comes something new

The sun will be rising soon

The sun will be rising soon

The sun will be rising soon”

He looked back towards his lover sound asleep. Louis smiled and gave them a peck on their forehead and went to sleep.

[if-music-be-the-food-of-love]

Still haven’t had the time to leave a proper comment on the last chapter of your fic, but just wanted to say it was amazing!! Every chapter is better than the last i’m so so excited for what’s to come!! Also i love them sm 🫶🏻 but they’re also so so dumb it’s painful 😩🫶🏻

Ahhhh, thank you!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 I'm so sorry, but the dumb is going to get worse before it gets better 🙈 We're in the Idiots portion of our Idiots to Lovers, and unfortunately, I leaned into it hard. Hopefully it makes sense even if it's frustrating. Nothing like a little acting to make everything even more confusing.

I'm so glad you're enjoying the fic, and the next chapter is lovingly (and ironically) titled: "So shalt thou show me friendship." Can't imagine where this is going...😂. Thank you for your kind words, and I can't wait to share the rest with you!! 💖

[astronomoney]

Hi i love your writing ❤️❤️❤️ headcanons for a dami x reader enemies to lovers vibe ????

Thank you so much 🥰 i love getting Damian asks because i am an unapologetic simp for this angry ninja boi

i wrote this at 4 am and didn’t edit it so read at your own risk (also this turned more into a Damian with a crush then enemies to lovers but i hope you still like it)

he’s a mess

he thinks he’s allergic to you at first

what other explanation could there be?

his hearts speeds up when you’re around, he gets nervous and his palms get clammy when you stand too close, not to mention how it’s getting increasingly harder to insult you

tries to avoid you

eventually he asks Dick to run some test and see what’s wrong but as soon as he explains his symptoms dick knows what’s up

“you’re not sick Damian, you have a crush”

👁👄👁 “wut”

poor boi dosen’t even know what a crush is much less what to do with one

after he’s been hit over the head with some sense and dating advice (thank you dick) he starts trying to be nicer to you

key word here is trying

one time you bump into him and expect him to call you an idiot like he always does but then he just

apologizes???

it’s more of mumbling “my bad” followed by a very quick exit

leaving a very confused you behind

aggressive affection is his love language and you can fight me on this

rich boy does the only thing he can think of to get your attention

by that i mean picking fights and aggressively giving you little trinkets that are way to expensive to give to a ‘friend’

“Here,” lovingly(?) throws thing at you “I saw this and it reminded me of you because it’s dumb and cute and stupid so just take it and shut up.”

queue another quick exit

“wait... did he just call me cute?”

one day you give him a a little robin figure that you found in the check out lane of a Walmart

he’s a blushing mess for the rest of the day

[namelesswolffreak]

"Boyfriends"

I've been working on this story concept for....3-4 years now and I've finally managed to work everything out to the point I'm confident in posting this little blurb of the main characters. So, I hope you enjoy and feel free to ask questions about them and their world.

Context: This takes place in a world of super powered people heavily inspired by MHA / Marvel / Miraculous. Waker (Way-kur) Atlas is Dare City's main hero who is put through quite a lot on a daily to weekly basis trying to beat the baddies and Cyrus Fauthrin is his infamous thief arch nemesis turned lover and best friend who causes trouble around the city just to get the Hero's attention.

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The melancholy of the day was waning on Waker as he patrolled the quiet streets of one of Dare’s many neighborhoods which was quite unusual considering every seven seconds a villain was after his head. The sun was barely above the clouds, no one was really awake yet and the only thing that accompanied him was his footsteps as he jumped, hopped and skipped to the next platform he summoned under his feet. He happened to be bounding over Lay Wind Park, the foxes fast asleep in their dens to his disappointment, but the Hero Monuments were still a sight to behold in the early sunrise as they shone with brilliance in what little light was filtering over the surrounding hillsides.

The wind blew past his frizzed locks as he stood above the park near a tree in the shade, expression steeled and focused as he watched for signs of trouble as he waited for a certain someone to arrive. Today was uneventful and rather slow, the kind of day Waker preferred if he were being honest. Heaven knew being bored all day was ten times better than returning home to the countless kitchen sink surgeries he’d have to do with worn needles and his mother’s thread pinching into his skin as he sewed up bloodied wounds full of shrapnel and debris. Much better. The birds were chirping a happy, lazy song as they flew by on the breeze and the distant hum of an awakening city filled the natural ambiance of cicadas and crickets quite nicely as he watched and waited. He dare let out a sigh as the scene took hold of him fully, a warmth washing over him that he hadn’t felt in the recent weeks.

Which wouldn’t be for long as the rustling of tree leaves and a “Boo!” have him falling off of his platforms and hurtling towards the ground with an embarrassingly shrill scream.

“Waker!” A concerned voice follows as a blue blur dives after him.

Ground spiraling as he falls, Waker braces for impact, too late to conjure any platforms beneath him to break the fall so, he readies himself, waiting for the hurt and pain that would surely follow with some scrapes and bruises…………...But it never comes. He unscrunches his eyes and removes his arms from his head to see a blue, sparkling light surrounding him.

Irritation and embarrassment take over him immediately.

His face turns a copious amount of red as he’s carefully scooped up in pale arms that hold him close and, humiliatingly enough, in bridal style. Oh god no, he curses mentally, murmuring a soft “No…” into his shield of arms. This was so not how he wanted to show up in front of his partner after their long and grueling few weeks of not being able to see each other outside of villain fights and breaks in between their testing week.

The sudden warmth of a chest presses against his side and the delicate rhythm of a frantic heart race beneath his one hand as the other quickly grabs for his cape to hide his strawberry cheeks. There was no way in hell he was letting ‘he knew who’ see him in such a state, there was no possible way he could let the witch-like thief catch him like this. A brave hero didn’t get scared or spooked by rustling leaves and the word boo! Absolutely absurd! Though a voice in the back of his mind said he already had.

“You are such a fucking clutz, I swear.” And a huge scaredy cat, the blue-clad ravenette doesn’t say aloud, but his tone implies anyways. “I should take you to my ballet classes sometime, maybe then you’d actually learn some balance.” The comment only makes him clutch the soft fabric tighter around himself.

He’s loathing the thought of unveiling himself now, but he knows he’s been caught, his normally stoic or serious persona now broken and practically burned away as he knows his cape isn’t doing much to hide his warm face or the tenseness of his grip. Plans to forever sink himself into a hole where nobody could possibly ever find him again after this mess are shortly abandoned for now and gaining courage Waker swallows the huge lump in his throat and tries to cleverly reply. “H-hey, what’s a-....What’s up, Witch Boy?” And he knows the intended playfulness doesn’t go through as he’s met with a narrowed glare.

The other isn’t amused. “Witch boy, really? Did I actually scare you that badly that you lost a couple of brain cells?”

“Shu-shut up, Cyrus!” He defends as this “Cyrus” just sighs at him, though his stare more sly than pointed now.

“Get out of that stupid thing so I can see your face.” He says with a tremble in his voice that Waker can definitely tell is laughter, the prick. “Or I’ll totally drop you again.” And like hell he will, Waker knows, but he takes the threat seriously nonetheless and loosens his grip on the cape just enough to see the Ravenette’s brilliant and ever playful smile.

For a moment Waker just stares and admires him, those brilliant blues sparkling, no, literally sparkling as he says something Waker doesn’t catch. The sun is framing his face so perfectly in the light, highlighting those perfectly red cheeks he would love to kiss every morning, and the slight upturn of his lips as he smiles down in reverence at him, and the slow flutter of his lashes that compliment his features nicely. Though braided off to the side Cyru’s hair never fails to make him look so ethereal as the gentle morning breeze brushes back his loose strands. Waker swears it looks like its made up of space itself when he lets it go during the night time, convincing himself he can see stars within the strands when he stands beneath the moonlight. It doesn’t take much to make the hero swoon regarding his partner nowadays. Daydreams of peaceful nights alone on the couch watching movies together after his nightmares keep him awake and alert run through his mind, or the times Cyrus has saved him from getting beaten to a pulp and they spent hours talking over stitching him back together about nothing at all, and every single time Cyrus has stuck up for him at school, reminding him of the warmth this person carries with them and all the love and affection he’s constantly showered in when they’re together. It’s strange how much Cyrus has changed over the past few months from raging emo to ride or die friend, but he wouldn’t change it for the world. He doesn’t even try to stop the lofty sigh that escapes his lips as more dear memories cross his mind.

And Cyrus is all too quick to recognize that dumb look on his face.

“Oh, hell no!” Is the only warning he gets before being promptly dropped, this time no blue aura to save him from hitting the dirt below, landing with a thud. “Not this early in the morning!” Though Waker could have sworn Cyrus was sharing the same look with him not minutes prior.

“Ow! Why’d you drop me, asshole!?”

Cyrus cocks his hips as he floats there, his wide brimmed conical now covering his eyes in an intimidating manner, making him way more menacing than he should considering his current attire. “Oh please, don’t even act like you’re hiding that stupid look on your face, Idiot! I ain’t dealing with your whole sappy dappy act this early in the morning.”

By “sappy dappy” Waker knows exactly what he’s referring to and scowls accordingly. Apparently, holding hands and having morning cuddles while complimenting everything about Cyrus is considered sappy and lovingly disgusting. Well at least to some people, it’s called affection and admiration!

“It’s a look that means I like you, asswipe!” Waker shoots back, malice nowhere to be found in his tone though, barring more on playfulness.

“Do you think I’m in love with you or something!?”

And they then stand there -well float there- in silence, both looking each other in the eyes, narrowed brows testing the other to make the next move or say the next snappy comment. And for a moment it looks as if the words really have cut too deep, but Waker isn’t one to remain serious for long as his shoulders begin to shake, prompting the other to clutch his stomach and stifle a grin as their eyes water over with laughter.

“Oh, no, not me, I could never.” Waker quips, leaning back and hugging both his arms, not caring for the dirt now caking his suit. Cyrus is quick to come back with his own natural snark.

“Pfft, as if! Absolutely not. Me and you, the orange haired frizz ball who kicks my ass more than twice a week over that one time I stole a candy bar? You gotta be fucking with me!” He bellows, Waker taking note of the boy flipping upside down where he floats in the air, his face a contortion of joy and happiness as his ripped dress flows with the wind.

He finds the display rather adorable, recalling that such a thing only occurred by accident when the thief was getting emotional. His inept ability to control his powers never failed to amuse the Hero. The little wrinkle of his nose didn’t quiet his thoughtful admiration either as he blushed in between bouts of giggles.

"I wouldn't have time to be your lover anyways!"

“It’s only 6am, when can I admire my boyfriend so it fits within your busy schedule?”

And the laughter is immediately quieted, a heavy silence filling the air, even the crickets and cicadas falling victim to it. The world is waiting in bated breath as if listening to the drama unfold.

Waker holds in a breath. Oh shit, oh fuck, he really fucked it up this time! Way to go, Atlas, you really did a number on today!

…………

………….

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, I just did-”

“It’s ok……” Cyrus breaths out, taking a long drag of air before finally finishing. “It’s….ok.” He manages to lower himself to the ground, dress falling at his sides, and crosses his arms in doing so. “We’re-I’m going to have to get used to it eventually.” He shrugs. “Right?”

There’s a weight to his words as Cyrus steps closer to the redhead that Waker recognizes near immediately. They’ve had this talk before, a talk that has led to a misunderstanding or two between them in the past and a verbal fight at that. The term “Boyfriend.” It was a touchy subject to say the least and while it had been a challenge for even Waker himself to start using it, it also seemed Cyrus was struggling to accept the lofty title. A long time ago before the two even met, the word had a different meaning to it for them both, but Waker had long since come to terms with it himself, but understood Cyrus’ hesitation in saying the word freely. He considered his next words carefully.

“I know you don’t exactly like the ter-”

“It’s not that I don’t like it Waker…..”

“I know, Cy, but.” Failing to put his thoughts into words Waker scrambles forward to catch Cyrus’ hands in his own, pecking each delicately, square on the knuckles, gauging his reaction whilst he does so. When Waker is met with a soft smile, he returns it, though his much softer and kinder in Cyrus’ eyes. “I shouldn’t have said it when you’re not ready. Just because I moved past it doesn’t mean you have.” Noticing his smile slipping he clumsily adds in, “And that’s ok! Really, it’s ok and I mean, and I love you and-uh, I get it and I mean I just say boyfriend because that’s what everyone else says, expects- wait no- I didn’t mean to phrase it like that uh-I don’t really get the need for a title for what we have anyways, like so dumb right!?”

Followed by more ridiculous rambling that has Cyrus covering his mouth trying not to giggle. It’s a nervous habit that has come to amuse the thief to no end. “And-it not like it means anything to us, its just there for other people so they know that um, we, us, you and I are an um item I guess wow that was cheesy and dumb and I am so sorry that you have to put up with me oh god I’m rambling and no, don’t look at me like that. I’m doing the thing again aren’t I-” Shaking with laughter again Cyrus has to put a hand on his shoulder to get him to shut up because he knows if he doesn’t Waker could go on well into the night and has before. It didn’t help that he could feel the tremble of the others fingers, realizing Waker was going to throw himself into an anxiety attack if he didn’t.

“Waker!” And Waker promptly closes his mouth, panic clear in his eyes that Cyrus quickly combats by brushing strands of orange out of his face and behind his ear. “Just take a deep breath.” And Waker does, following the instruction intently. “And let it out, slowly.” And Waker follows that too, looking that much calmer as Cyrus pulls him closer. “Slowly.” He rubs his thumbs over Waker’s hands. The trembling is still present, but less so. “There you go.” And doesn’t stop telling him to breath calmly until he feels Waker’s grip relax in his own.

Delicately and softly, each flyaway is combed back into place only to immediately pop out again, but Waker appreciates the sentiment anyways and Cyrus has no problem being given an excuse to keep combing through such lovely soft tufts. He loves the soft mane of fluff on his partner’s head that even since their first meeting has remained as untamed and wild as ever. -Such a shame he always ties it back when he’s on duty though- It just adds to the contrast between his actual self and hero persona, the sweet and endearing ball of anxiety vs the serious and battle ready hero of Dare city who couldn’t catch a break. And he wouldn’t be ashamed to admit to which one he preferred.

“You don’t need to tell me-er.” Waker quickly corrects, trying not to sound patronizing. “I don’t need you to explain yourself Cy. You-we don’t need to have a name if that’s what you want, that’s what I’m trying to say. Official or unofficial or whatever, I won’t treat you any different.”

“I know Waker. I…..I really want to call you that, just I-.......I just like what we have right now and-”

Waker just pecks him on the cheek quickly and pulls away to pat at a spot on the ground, looking longingly back up at him. A soundless “You don’t want to lose me.” goes unsaid as Cyrus complies, Waker taking the shorter one in his arms once more.

It wasn’t a matter of Cyrus being afraid to commit, though maybe it was, not even he was sure of what was going with himself anymore, but a fear that the wonderful friendship he’d built up with the hero would end or change or just not be the way it is now because they suddenly started calling each other boyfriends. He’s had it happen one too many times at this point, every one of his previous “boyfriends” changing everything once they started dating, acting as if kissing and romantic outings were supposed to be their only interactions from now on. They were no longer interested in the random silly things he found on the internet or just hanging out doing whatever, but were interested in using him, his body, parading him around and rubbing it in peoples faces, being denied having fun if it wasn’t their idea of “fun” and more. Cyrus' stomach curls remembering being ignored for weeks to months at a time because he wasn’t feeling up to being in bed with them or awkwardly sitting off to the side while his one boyfriend at the time showed him off to his friends and bragged. It was the same guy who he used to play videogames and eat cookies with on the weekends, talking about anything and everything…...It hurts him to realise there probably was never a friendship there to begin with. Just an elaborate ruse to get him into bed at some point.

And that was one thing Cyrus feared when they had held hands for the first time after awkwardly admitting to harboring feelings for each other after the high of a fight they were forced to join sides on. Never had the thief felt more relieved that his feelings were reciprocated, but also more scared that he had just ruined the one healthy relationship he managed to make in those many months spent together.

Cyrus removes his hat and huddles under Waker’s chin, placing his head right on his heart that gives out a steady, comforting rhythm and brightens when the taller of the two puts his head on him in return. No, Cyrus thinks, this is different.

A long silence falls between them as they cuddle in each other's arms, just watching the sun come up. Basking in each other’s presence, taking in the warmth of their bodies pressed together in this nice early morning, and relishing in the calm which was far and few in between with their double lives and they were thankful. There’s no need to exchange words now as a quiet understanding befalls them both.

It’s only after the sun seems to peak at the crest of the hillsides does Waker make himself heard again.

“Is that why you dropped me?” And Cyrus blinks for a quick second, processing the question before understanding and then playfulness cross his expression.

“No it’s because you’re a dunce.” He huffs. “And fucking heavy as hell.”

Waker chooses to ignore that last bit. “But I’m your dunce.” He boops his nose.

“Damn, straight you are.” And Cyrus retaliates with a kiss on his.

Boyfriend or just “friend who I like to kiss and hold hands with sometimes”, Waker loves him and Cyrus doesn’t doubt that for a second.

[contentconsumer]

Hi! Could I get a ship request for Stranger Things? I'm 19, bisexual, INFP, and as for my star signs: libra sun, pieces moon, and scorpio ascending! I'm essentially just a major nerd but a lot of my interests center around DnD, theater (both tech & acting), TV/Movies, books, mythology, music, and poetry! I listen to about every genre of music under the sun (except for country), but my favorite artists probably include Oingo Boingo, MCR, and The Oh Hellos. I'm currently studying to become a Highschool English Teacher, partially cuz I love literature and also because I love seeing that "lightbulb moment" when people finally have something click. If I had to describe myself with three words it'd probably be caring, creative, and passionate. I often tend to say that "I'm a dumb*ss not an idiot" due to my tendency to be more book smart than street smart. Example of what prompted me to coin that phrase: Me asking my friends if they ever just wanna eat moss cuz moss just looks nice to eat. Said example is what normally ends up with my usual friendship dynamic of me being the one the group lovingly teases/bullies. My love languages are physical touch and quality time. My personal style tends to lean more goblincore/alternative and I dye my hair a lot. Negative aspects of me include anxiety, laziness, procrastination, and can become very clingy. If we're friends with anyone I'd probably be friends with Robin and Dustin! As for the scenario/drabble, I have a soft spot for friends to lovers but I'll leave the rest up to you!

i ship you with eddie munson for sure! we both know that boy needs a tutor to get him through english and it just so happens you're top of the class, queue your teacher forcing you to spend time in the library with eddie desperately trying to get him to focus so he can pass this class. over the time you're tutoring eddie you learn his interests and how much the match with yours, leading to you spending even more time together outside of school as if you're gonna go do your hobbies you might as well do it with your soon to be favourite person. you're friends for a long time before eddie makes a move, he's known he likes you romantically for months but has been too scared to make a move incase you reject him and then he ruins your friendship but after conversing with dustin, he been given the courage to go ahead and ask you out - you say yes and the rest is history. i feel like you two would have the strangest but funniest conversations that keep you entertained for hours. i also see you dying both your hair the same colour to match and you defo share a wardrobe.

tysm for requesting ! hope you have a good day

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I’m so excited for part 2 I know its going to be amazing 🤩

Gif credit: unknown

Note: this one got away from me so it’s much longer than my usual fics, I hope you all don’t mind. Anyway, here I am exposing myself again. Will I ever learn? *sigh*. Enjoy!

Warnings: angst, spanking, semi public shenanigans? (Risk of being caught), praise kink and an embarrassing attempt at putting a storyline around it.

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“Doctor, please!” You begged, following him around the console like a lost puppy. “I’m sorry!”

He sighed deeply through his nose, his eyes watching the ground he walked on. “You went off with her. You left me standing there like an idiot and ran off with her of all people.”

He didn’t once raise his voice despite his frustration and hurt, his tone calm although sadness poured through it like a tsunami of heartbreak.

Your chest tightened at the thought of hurting him, abandoning him on a far off planet because you were too caught up in The Master’s touch.

You had just stumbled through the TARDIS doors, days after you had left the club, your hair messy and unbrushed, your clothes too flashy for daytime and creased from being crumpled on The Master’s bedroom floor for so long, your skin marked with bruises of varying colours in the shape of your lover’s mouth.

It hadn’t been your intention to stay away for so long, or to go away at all, but The Master had a way of creating a blissful bubble where time and rational thoughts didn’t exist. You’d spent the entire time under her, wrapped around her or trailing after her much like you were doing now with The Doctor.

In the end she had forced you to leave, claiming that she had things to do that weren’t meant to be seen by such pretty eyes and you did as you were told, although reluctantly and with an over exaggerated whine.

“I was so worried about you.” The Doctor mumbled, flicking a switch on the control panel, avoiding eye contact with you.

An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine. It felt a lot like regret. You hadn’t thought about how he must’ve been feeling, watching you fall into his best enemy’s timeship, your lips attached to hers.

“I was fine,” you whispered back, ashamed of your behaviour, willing the TARDIS floor to swallow you up and eject you somewhere where you wouldn’t have to have this conversation. “She wouldn’t hurt me.”

He scoffed. “Doesn’t look that way.”

He referred to the bruises that littered your exposed skin, seeing them as sign of abuse instead of what they really were - evidence of tender kisses, playful biting, accidentally grabbing too tightly whilst blinded by pleasure and marking to show the world that you were hers.

“It’s not like that.”

He finally looked you in the eyes, his wide and watery. “I was worried that you wouldn’t come back.”

You couldn’t even defend yourself, your shame and betrayal laid heavy on your heart, weighing you down and making it harder and harder to fight your corner with every passing second.

You’d done wrong, broken his trust and now you’d have to suffer through the consequences. Of course he would force a friendly smile on his youthful face each day as you continued to travel together, but you knew that it would be a long time before he could trust you again. You knew that he would be hesitant when reaching for your hand from now on, questioning his own actions and what he had done to drive you away into the arms of the woman he loved to hate.

“I’m sorry.” You repeated, every other word in your vocabulary failing you, your mouth full of apologies yet to be released.

-    -

You watched silently as The Doctor tinkered with the mechanics of the TARDIS console, his ridiculous round goggles perched at his hairline, leaving circular dents in his forehead.

It had been a week since you returned from your impromptu getaway and things were still just as awkward as they were on the first day. The Doctor spent most of his time in his room, creating loud commotions well into the early hours of the morning, keeping himself busy and distracted, never taking a moment to breathe and allow his thoughts to overcome him.

You hadn’t been on any trips out since your return either, The Doctor stating that the timeship needed some repairs and therefore you were aimlessly drifting through space until he had ‘fixed’ her.

You were bored to say the least. The Doctor was ignoring you for the most part and you’d exhausted every activity on the TARDIS that took your fancy, now you spent your days just hanging around the timelord who didn’t really want you in his presence, just hoping for something to happen.

“Psst!”

Your head snapped up at the sound, your ears focusing. You looked around, your eyes landing on The Master in the doorway of a corridor blocked from The Doctor’s view.

You knew your face must’ve been quite the picture, you could feel different parts of it moving in different directions in your confusion.

She smirked and called you over with the come here motion of her finger. As if you had no control over your body anymore, you immediately walked over, careful not to catch the attention of The Doctor.

“Hello darling,” The Master greeted you as you approached her, her hand landing on your waist and pulling you in so that you were flush against her. “Miss me?”

You felt heat rise in your face, your head falling forward to hide your blush as you nodded. “Always.”

“Good.” She lifted your head with a finger under your chin, the playful glint in her eyes shining under the lights of the corridor. “I missed you.”

Your stomach fluttered, your lip sucked in between your teeth. It felt nice to be missed by The Master. Having someone so powerful and well known missing someone so plain and insignificant as you was heartwarming.

“How is he?” She was referring to The Doctor, her eyes momentarily flickering behind you to check that you were still alone.

You shrugged, a frown forcing its way onto your face. “He’s mad at me.”

The Master snorted a laugh, leaning against the wall, her arms folded over her chest. “I think he’s jealous.”

“Jealous?”

She made a sound of agreement, her eyes raking up and down your frame. “These look so pretty on you.”

Your eyes fell to where she was looking, seeing the scattered love bites across you. Memories of how her mouth had felt against your heated skin, wet and warm, sucking and biting over and over, moving her soft lips from the edge of your jaw to the inside of your thighs.

“You’re blushing.”

You shook your head, desperate not to embarrass yourself. “What are you doing here.”

She pulled you in close again, hips pressed together, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I came to bring home what is mine.”

“You what?”

It hadn’t occurred to you that your time spent with her might not have just been a one off. You had assumed that because she had sent you back to The Doctor, your time together was over and you wouldn’t see her again.

You couldn’t deny to yourself that it left a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach when you walked away from her, your feet desperate to turn and run back to bring you right back into her arms. It didn’t feel good, but you told yourself it was probably for the best, given your history with her.

“Don’t play dumb, love.” She twisted a strand of your hair around her finger, watching it as it uncoiled effortlessly. “You’re a smart girl.”

You almost missed the compliment, too confused about what was happening. “I thought that was the last time I’d see you.”

“Well then you thought wrong.” Her nonchalance was something you had always admired. Nothing seemed to phase her and you could only wish to be like that instead of worrying about so much all the time. “Is that what you were hoping for?”

Immediately your head began to shake, your eyes wide. “No, never!”

The Master laughed lightly, amused by your reaction and knew she had you eating right out of the palm of her hand. “So come back with me.”

Her tone was casual, sounding like a simple offer, but you knew her well enough to know that’s not what it was. She was telling you, demanding gently, that you take her hand without question or objection and follow her back to her ship and spend the rest of your days there right by her side. Just like the first time.

“I can’t leave him. Not again.” You focused your eyes on the small golden detailing of The Master’s shirt collar, mumbling almost inaudibly, knowing that denying her of what she wanted wouldn’t end well for you. “It would break his heart.”

“Darling,” she moved her face in front of yours, the tips of your noses brushing against each other softly. She held the side of your face, stroking your cheek with her thumb so slowly, so lovingly, you almost forgot why you were saying no. “He has two hearts for a reason.”

You couldn’t protest, her lips catching yours in a slow, but short lived kiss that stole your breath. You leaned into the touch of her hand on your face, your eyes closed, your chest pounding, your mind blank.

“He’ll be fine. You’ll be replaced in no time.” She rested her forehead against yours, her whispered words soothing to your ears despite their unkind nature, her other hand cupping the other side of your face. “Come back with me.”

“I want to, but…” you sighed deeply, feeling conflicted. You owed it to The Doctor to stay with him and make amends, to prove to him that you meant your apology, to be the companion you promised to be when you first met. But you belonged to The Master, mind, body and soul. Every part of you reacted in her presence, vibrating with raw energy, her words were your commands that you so willingly obeyed, her touch igniting flames across your skin you so desperately craved.

“Don’t make me say it, sweetheart.” She kissed along your jaw, slow and calculated, earning a contented sigh.

“Master…”

Her lips moved down your neck, one hand holding your head as it fell back, the other encircling your waist to keep you pressed against her as much as physically possible. “I tried to play nice, remember that.”

“Master, no.” Your plea sounded pathetic, breathy and stuttered. She knew your weaknesses and she would use them against you to get what she wanted. You knew that as soon as she began to praise you, you’d crumble and give in to her wishes.

She pressed your back against the wall, leaving no space for you to move. “I’ll just have to try it another way then.”

She shrugged off her coat and slowly rolled up her shirt sleeves to her elbows, never breaking eye contact, her tongue slipping out to wet her lips.

As she sunk to her knees in front of you, your heart rate picked up to a dangerous speed, your breathing shallow and short, anticipation holding you firmly in your place.

“Keep still.”

She carefully lifted your leg and allowed it to rest comfortably on her shoulder, pressing a slow kiss to the inside of your thigh just above the knee, leaving the shape of her lips printed on your skin in red lipstick.

You shuddered, eyes falling closed and head leaning back against the wall. She trailed her soft kisses upwards, towards the hem of your shorts, blending the red of her lips with the bluey purples of the love bites covering you into a work of art and earning a heavy sigh from deep in your lungs.

“We can’t do this.”

She looked up at you through her long eyelashes, a playful smirk on her ever so slightly smudged lips. “And why is that?”

“The Doctor,” you breathed heavily, looking over towards the general direction of the console room. “He’s right in there.”

She laughed, slipping the tip of her finger under the edge of your shorts and running it along the sensitive skin. “You better stay quiet then.”

A gasp forced its way from your throat as she placed another kiss even higher, open mouthed and scorching hot.

She removed the obstructing garment from you at lightning speed, placing your leg back in its previous position on her shoulder before you could form another coherent thought.

The Master pulled at the side of your panties, revealing even more of you to her greedy eyes. She placed her lips onto the sensitive spot where your hip met your leg, gently sucking on the skin for a moment.

“Come back with me.”

You shook your head no, sliding your hand into her hair and pulling her head back towards you.

Her next move meant business, determined to change your mind, set on controlling you through your weaknesses.

“Well in that case,” in once smooth motion, The Master pulled you to the other side of the corridor and held you facing forward against the wall, her front pressed to your back. “I won’t stop until you say yes.”

From this angle you could see The Doctor, his back turned to you, his head down as he worked relentlessly under control panels. A chill ran down your spine at the thought of him turning around and catching you with The Master, her lips now attached to the side of your neck, her hands holding your hips against hers.

The Master’s hand slipped into the front of your panties, coaxing a moan from you with her fingers. “Always so ready.”

It gave you a thrill to know that with just one sound too loud, The Doctor would hear you and turn, catching you in the act. You knew it was wrong to get excited over such a thing, but with your eyes focused on him and The Master’s hand tenderly rubbing circles beneath the thin fabric that covered you, it was almost too much.

A sharp hot pain came across the cheek of your behind, stinging in its aftermath. “Pay attention, darling.”

The burn lingered, but the pain turned to pleasure, a whimper forcing its way out. She did it again, the tingling pleasure filled pain returning and creeping up your spine and down your legs, the echo of the slap masked by the loud electrical sparking in the other room caused by The Doctor, flashes of light emitting into the corridor.

“Oh,” The Master’s tone was curious, an unseen smile on her face. “You like that, don't you?”

You nodded your head yes, not trusting your own voice. She continued her playful assault between your legs, lightly biting into your shoulder, creating new marks to accompany the old ones.

The harsh coldness of the metal wall pressed to your front was a stark contrast to the heat built up in the rest of your body, The Master’s own body temperature adding to the fire mixed with ice, battling against each other.

Your head lulled back to rest on The Master’s shoulder, your breathing coming in pants, a heavy pressure forming in the pit of your stomach. Eventually it became an impossible task to stay quiet, moans and whimpers spilling out of you like someone had just opened the floodgates.

“I adore the sounds you make, love.” The Master’s whisper in your ear was like a wave of indescribable pleasure crashing into you, your knees buckling. “But if you keep it up, he will hear. Is that what you want?”

With the volume of your moans increasing and the risk of The Doctor hearing and catching you, the more exciting it was for you. You knew he’d be upset and your trust and friendship would be broken forever, but the gamble made your legs weak and the pressure in your stomach threaten to explode.

“Yes.”

The Master laughed, picking up the speed of her hand. “Of course you do. Such a dirty girl.”

You were nearing the cliff edge, your mind fuzzy and your fingers clutching onto the arm The Master had around you to keep you upright.

“Come back with me.”

You shook your head, eyes squeezed closed. “Master…”

She applied even more pressure to the tips of her fingers, changing her pattern to something entirely more pleasurable. “Come back with me.”

“Master, please.”

“What is it, love? What do you want?” Her lips brushed against the shell of your ear as she spoke slowly.

“Say it. Please.”

She hummed in amusement, the sound of it almost drowned out by a deep moan that escaped you. “How about we make a deal?”

If your eyes had been open, you would’ve been blinded by bliss, bright and white hot. It was hard to imagine the knot inside you would be able to get any tighter and very soon it would snap. “Anything.”

“Tell me you’ll come back with me and I’ll say it.”

The Master was always good at getting what she wanted and you had presented her with an opportunity to do so. You couldn’t deny her anymore. The way she made you feel, the way she knew your mind, body and soul better than you knew them yourself, the way she held you like you were made just for her and fit right in perfectly.

You’d miss The Doctor. The way he laughed his infectiously joyous laugh, his old eyes that held a billion sparkling stars and his kindness to all no matter what. He’d given you a home, given you adventure and by his side, you made a name for yourself as someone who helped save worlds and their species.

You would miss it all, but you couldn’t deny The Master of anything she asked, not anymore. You would still have thrilling adventures with her, but they wouldn’t be the same. Your reputation would be crushed and you’d spend your days creating havoc and chaos amongst the universe, but if it meant having her touch you and whisper to you the way she does, you’d do anything.

“I’ll come with you.” Your voice was weak, several octaves higher than your normal pitch and stuttered almost beyond recognition.

You felt her smile against your cheek, her hand squeezing your waist. She had won you over, just like you knew she would, just like always.

“Good girl.”

With that, you slumped forward, the hot pressure in your belly exploding and sending shockwaves through the rest of your body, a loud squeal erupting from your throat.

The sound echoed around the TARDIS and just as The Doctor’s head snapped up and began to turn in your direction, The Master pressed a button on the device strapped to her wrist and you vanished from your spot in the corridor, materialising on the soft sheets of her bed.

“Get comfortable, darling, we’ll be here for the rest of the day.”

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* miguel bernardeau , cismale + he/him | you know santiago atkins, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, two months? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to i wanna get better by bleachers like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole   (   golden cross necklace squeezed between his fingers to suppress anger, a worn out book of mormon hidden beneath his nightstand, a tired smile    &    weary laugh echoed down the halls  )    thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is JUNE 25TH    so they’re a cancer, which is unsurprising, all things considered.

                       tw for .    religion, religious trauma, repressed gay ness, suicide 

TLDR: dumb but kind jesus lover who doesn’t know being bisexual exists.  IF YOU WANT TO SIMPLY SKIP TO CONNECTIONS AND PERSONALITY, FEEL FREE TO DO SO!!

insp.  jason from bare: a pop opera, shelby from the wilds.

santiago was born to marina ruiz in 1996.  a low-income waitress from madrid, spain. his father is unknown. one day, when marina was at work, she served a group of young men who described themselves as members of the church of latter day saints (mormons), they were american men sent to madrid to carry out their mission of bringing as many people as possible to jesus christ. they were nice, tipped well, and invited her to church.   feeling down on herself, marina figured there was no harm in doing so and her life was completely changed when she became a full fledge member of the LDS church.  santiago, two at the time, had no choice but to follow in her footsteps.    

life for the two wasn’t bad afterward. marina met a man, Beck Atkins, who quickly became a father figure for santiago. the two fell in love, got married merely five months into their relationship, popped out about four more kids (in which she legally changed santiago’s last name to atkins so that it wouldn’t be obvious he was from a different relationship) and, when santiago turned seventeen, the family of seven set their sights on SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH - beck’s hometown.

santiago was in utah for a year before starting his very own mission. he branded a name tag that said ELDER ATKINS, suited up and was shipped to north carolina with a companion, elder brett, as the two went door-to-door in an attempt to save the lives of residence in NC and bring them closer to jesus christ.  between all of the door slams, threats to get off the lawn, and being made fun of, the two always wore a smile and shared a laugh. as thick as thieves is how people would describe santiago and elder brett - which is known to happen when you’re with each other 24/7 and sharing bunk beds.

                            “ one thing led to another and soon i would discover:                               i was having really strange feelings for steve (elder brett) ”

hi if u guessed that bi-repressed santiago would soon fall head over heels for his companion, you’re abso-fucking-lutely right.  however it wasn’t unrequited, the kiss behind the church van four months into their mission taught him that, but santiago was a coward. as much as elder brett was prepared to stand before the church and declare his love - santiago was certain it was a phase, he’s liked girls before, he’s just confused. besides, the scripture, he thought, was very, very  clear.   so they hid it for another year and eight months.

SUICIDE TRIGGER WARNING:        long story short: in a para i’ll get into some day, elder brett had had enough of the secrets, the lying to his family and lying to himself about who he was, at the end of their mission he told santiago he wanted to come out - with or without him - and santiago freaked. he knew it wouldn’t take long for the church to put two-and-two together, and had some extremely harsh words to say to his boyfriend about the decision. about how he was only bored, there were no girls on the trip, he didn’t actually love him, no one could actually love him.     but santiago didn’t know that elder brett was dealing with other demons and, essentially, that came as a last straw for the him. he just remembers a stream of tears pouring from his eyes on his way back to salt lake, the crush of a hug from his mother and father as they apologized for what happened to his friend.    ( in which his dad so lovingly added that elder brett may not make it to the celestial kingdom after ruining god’s plan by ending his life too soon.  )      END TRIGGER WARNING

he stayed at home for a few more years, until remembering a place in NC called irving that he and elder brett felt was quaint and cute, deciding to move there officially in late may. 

BRIEF PERSONALITY  AND  HEAD CANONS.

kind, almost to a fault. he truly is full of love, light, and care. he’s constantly wearing a smile on his face, loves to give hugs and advice and wants the best for everyone.  HE WILL GIVE YOU A HUG UNANNOUNCED

kind of an idiot who is shit at context clues, always finds it strange when people are mean. has never touched a drop of alcohol and doesn’t swear. catch him saying “frick” religiously

jesus christ is his best friend.

has a dark side with an insane amount of anger issues ever since he was a kid. it’s one of the reasons his mother thought the church worked so well because they taught him how to suppress that emotion and... smile instead of feeling it.     which obviously isn’t good, as he could have a tendency to black out and realize he’d completely smashed his tv to bits or punched a hole in the wall.

he’s not 100% sure of his sexuality. he knows he’s into guys so he basically decided that must mean he’s gay but is extremely confused because he also finds himself having crushes on women.  someone sit him down and tell him that bisexuality / pansexuality exists bc he’s HARMED

                                      CONNECTIONS 

he was on his mission in / around irving two years ago ,  2019 - knocking on every door and asking if he and his companion can share the story of jesus christ with them... so pls give me a connect of someone who either entertained the idea, slammed the door in his face or threatened him to get off their lawn.

bad influence. he never touched a drop of alcohol, doesn’t cuss, doesn’t even drink coffee. pls he’s so boring

bible study friends lmao

A FRIEND WHO HE CLUNG TO!! their personality doesn’t matter but it’d be hella cute if they were usually irritated by santiago and he had no idea. he’s like haha ur so funny when ur mean i love u <3

BASICALLY ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING 

TBA IM SO TIRED

[dancethroughthethunder]

The Best Kind of Eternity

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 4.6k (I cannot shut up ever about anything)

Prompt: I’ll take whatever you give me

Summary:  You’ve had a terrible week so your best friends, Peter, Ned and MJ, have planned a night of yummy comfort food, face masks, and cheap wine to unwind. You’re hopelessly in love with your best friend, and unbeknownst to you, he feels the exact same way. Ned, and MJ are having fun watching the sweet disaster that is you and your Peterman. After a few glasses of wine and a long week, you’re ready to admit it. Best friends to lovers, mutual pining, and college!au all in one.

Author’s Note: It’s here!! My first fic in literally years and my first fic on this account! This is a college!au and everyone in this fic is of legal drinking age. There is mention of alcohol and feeling tipsy but nobody is explicitly drunk. I’m just really soft okay, please love my soft Peter.

Y/N = your name, Y/N/N = your nickname and Y/F/S = your favorite show

It had been a long week. No, scratch that, it had been the longest week that any human being in all of history had ever been subjected to. It was one of those weeks where you had every big test and assignment at once, where everything you did at your internship was wrong, where the food in the dining hall made you sick, and where you were both home sick and also so glad you were far from home as your loving mother nagged you about how much sleep you were (not) getting and the amount of vegetables your diet was likely missing.  

Needless to say, you were beyond ready for a relaxing weekend. All week you managed to keep yourself going by remembering that once Friday afternoon rolled around, life would get so much easier. You had a surprisingly free weekend for once, and an easy week coming up and you were ready for the much needed sleep, and time with your friends that your weekend would bring. You just needed to get through the awful eternity that was this week.

Sometime between the 5th and 20th stressed out text from you at work earlier in the week, your best friends decided that what you needed was a night to relax. Even when the four of you were just hanging out, you were usually the one to make the final decisions about where to hang, what to eat, and what to do, but not this time. With MJ bringing the wine, Ned bringing the snacks and Peter bringing your favorite stressed out comfort food for dinner, your friends were ready to listen to you complain just one last time about your boss, your professors, and the idiot in your one class you’d dubbed “Loud Dumb Boy” and then ply you with drinks, face masks, and yummy food. 

You’d never been more grateful for your friends than you were Friday morning when you received a text in your group message (named, to MJ’s chagrin (“What it’s just so lame”, she groaned when you’d suggested it), the Core Four): 

MJ: Alright Y/N/N, we’re having a junk food & wine night tonight. What: the greatest night of your life. When: 7, so you have time to take a nap after class. Where: Your room, Who: You, Me, and the Idiot Twins. Why: Because people suck and you deserve it. 

Ned: How: don’t worry Y/N/N! We’ve got all of the planning covered

MJ: I’m getting the wine, and the boys are getting the food. All you need to do is be in your room, awake and wearing pants at 7 

MJ: Or not wearing pants

MJ: it’s a free country 

MJ: somewhat

Peter: I can’t wait!!!

You let out a cross between a moan and a sigh at the thought of having a fun relaxing night that you didn’t even need to plan. And MJ made sure that you’d have time for a quick nap beforehand? Honestly, how do people make it through college without friends like these three? 

Checking to make sure that you weren’t missing anything up on the board, you pulled your phone back out to type your reply

You: Sounds heavenly.

You: Also, MJ if you want to see my ass all you have to do is ask (wink wink)

MJ: Y/N, did you really just say wink instead of using the emoji

Ned: I think it’s funny

MJ: Stop encouraging her 

You: At least Ned loves me 

MJ: since you can’t see me I just want you to know I’m flipping you off 

You: Fair enough 

Thankfully, not only did texting your friends help pass the time but your professor was feeling generous and let you out a few minutes early. Just one more test to go and you’d be back in your dorm ready for a nap. 

Five hours later and you had successfully taken your exam (thus concluding the week from hell), gone back to your dorm to clean up a little bit, taken care of a few emails, called home to talk to family and finally snuggled into your bed for your much needed and deserved nap. You rolled around in your bed wondering whether it was worth it to shut your eyes for the few extra minutes until your alarm went off, signaling you to get out of bed, put on pants and get ready for your friends to come over. The second your head hit your pillow again, you figured that if you didn’t get out of bed now, you’d still be there when MJ undoubtedly showed up earlier than she had said. 

You jumped down from your bed, and began digging through your drawers to find your comfiest pair of leggings (listen, you’re a firm believer that naps are meant to be a no pants zone- and really, who could judge you for that) and to grab your deodorant to freshen up before your friends get there. As soon as your shirt is back on, there’s a knock on your door accompanied by what you’re pretty sure is the sound of MJ attempting to get your attention and make sure you’re awake.

You cross the room to open the door and find that your assumption was correct; MJ stands there balancing a heavy bag that you’re pretty sure is full of wine in one hand, phone in the other ready to call you if you were still sleeping.

“Finally, I’ve been waiting forever” 

“You knocked like ten seconds ago, Michelle” You rolled your eyes, you loved your best friend but sometimes she could be impatient in a way that just really made you want to scream.

“Ten seconds, forever, who’s to say the difference. After all, time is a-”

“Construct” You finished for her.

“Exactly, you get it” MJ smiled as she bumped you with her hip.

Given that you didn’t have a roommate and had a double room to yourself, your room was the designated hangout spot. Without needing to say anything, MJ went ahead to put the wine in your fridge and started to make herself at home.

 “Y/N, I say this with all of the love in my heart…. Have you looked in a mirror since you woke up?” To her credit, MJ was managing not to burst out laughing as you took a few horrified steps over to your mirror. 

Uh oh, you had fallen asleep with your hair down and now looked like a cross between the Heat Miser and someone from Who-ville and somehow you thought your Christmas-inspired gremlinry was not the look you wanted to be sporting when Pete- uh your friends, yeah all of your friends, were over...

“Shit, MJ, the boys will be here in any second and I look like a gremlin” You ran back over to your dresser to grab some dry shampoo, a spray bottle of water, and a brush to try and contain the mess that was your hair.

 “Ah yes, because Ned cares so much about the state of your hair. Oh, what was that? It’s not Ned you’re worried about? Could it be an arachnid adjacent friend of ours?”

Without even turning around to look at her, you raised one hand to (lovingly) flip off your best friend. In any other friendship, you assumed it would be weird to be in love with your one best friend who had previously dated your other best friend, but MJ had declared an exception in girl code for you. It was no secret that MJ and Peter dated in high school, it was also no secret that it just didn’t work. There were no hard feelings, no big revelations, no massive fights or betrayals of trust, they just worked better as friends than they did as partners. You respected them both for making that decision before it got to a point where it might have been hostile, and while you knew there were no residual feelings you couldn’t help but be a little jealous of MJ sometime. You knew there was a reason it didn’t work out but at least she had the chance to try. Either way, you were pretty sure that there would be no chance for you if you looked like this when Peter knocked on your door. 

“You’re infuriating sometimes, I hope you know that” You finished your sentence with a groan as MJ smirked, reminding you that she definitely knew that.

“Get over here and I’ll braid your hair” MJ got onto one of your desk chairs and patted the spot between her legs, indicating that she wanted you to give her the hairbrush, sit down and let her work her magic since she knew you couldn’t put your hair in a good braid if your life depended on it.

Right as MJ tamed the wildest part of your hair, there was a knock at the door, without either of you getting up, both you and MJ yelled out that it was unlocked and in walked the other half of the Core Four.

“Hey, Y/N!” Ned smiled as he came into the room carrying a bag full of snacks, both sweet and savory that definitely had far more food than you could have ever eaten. (“What, I wanted her to have all of her favorite options” Ned would say later when MJ and Peter teased him about buying the entire store).

“Honey, we’re hoooome” Peter Parker, your best friend and quite possibly the love of your young life, was right behind Ned, winking and carrying boxes of what you hoped were pizza and garlic knots.

“Took you two long enough, I want food.” You jumped up from your spot on the floor to grab plates and napkins so you could start eating.

“She’s cranky but she’s got the right idea.” MJ laughed.

“Hey, I’m not cranky, I'm hungry.” You tried to whine and pout at MJ but couldn’t hold it through your laughter.

A little while later you had all eaten as much pizza and garlic knots as you possibly could and had drunk a couple glasses of wine each already. It was time for part two of the night to commence: face mask time. You walked over to your dresser where you kept your various skin care products to grab a few of the face masks you and MJ had bought last time you went to Target.

“Hey, Pete? Which do you want?” You held up the various face masks in question, to show him his options.

“I’ll take whatever you give me”. You were glad that you were already flushed from the couple of drinks because otherwise there would have been a tell tale blush in your cheeks that would have given you away.

Cmon Y/N get it together, he’s just talking about face masks. It was just one innocent sentence. You’d said far heavier and romantically laced things to him before, but for some reason as soon as he said this, your heart started hammering so loudly in your chest you were sure your neighbors would think there was construction happening nearby. Was it a sign of trust? Did he just not care that much about the variety of face masks you were offering? Or was it something more? Did he really mean whatever? Of course not, you’re reading into it. It had to be the alcohol kicking in, you couldn’t possibly be that head over heels and flustered. Right? Right.

“Y/N/N? You good over there?” You blinked and realized you had completely zoned out staring at Peter, while still awkwardly holding all of the face masks in your hands. Cool, way to be subtle Y/N.

“Wha? Oh! OH! Ha sorry, I must have completely zoned out there.” Must have completely zoned out there?! Could you have picked a lamer thing to say? At least come up with a good excuse next time, damn.

“Oh Y/N, can I have that one?” Ned excitedly popped his head into your line of vision to ask about the lavender de-stress face mask that you know he says makes him feel like the “king of treat yo self”. What you would do without Ned and his perfectly timed distractions, you never wanted to know.

“Oh yes, of course. As if I’d give you anything else”. You winked at Ned, and without missing a beat he brought a hand to his chest and pretended to swoon. 

“I’ll take that one thank you very much.” As MJ grabbed one of the face masks remaining in your hands, you made a decision for Peter and tossed one to him, keeping one for yourself as you went to find a headband to keep those annoying baby hairs out of your way when you had the mask on.

“Hey, Y/N/N?” You turned around to see Peter looking at you with the sweetest puppy dog eyes on the planet.

“....yes P?”

“So you know how sometimes I miss spots with face masks?”

“Yes…”

“And you know how you’re so good at them”

“Who the hell isn’t good at face masks, you just smear stuff on your face it doesn’t take a degree to figure out” MJ snarkily whispered to Ned who was unsuccessfully biting back a laugh.

“I mean in the sense that I know how to put them on my face and avoid my eyebrows and everything, sure I’m a regular aficionado. Why what’s up?”

Peter looked at you hopefully, looked at the face mask you had just tossed him, and then right back at you. A big grin broke out on his face as he held it right back out to you

“Are you asking me to put your face mask on you?”

“Yes please you’re just so good at it and it always gets stuck to me and you always do it anyways and pleeeease” Once again Peter was giving you the eyes that you and MJ had dubbed the “Spidey Pout” with you both joking that it’s the best weapon against bad guys he could ever have.

Okay, so this one was on you. The first time you ever did face masks with the guys, Ned wasn’t too sure how he felt about the texture so you offered to help him put it on, and then helped Peter as well. Ever since, Peter has always made a point to have you help him put on his face mask. (Neither of you will ever admit it, but you both know he knows how to do it and avoid his eyebrows but you both relish in the pure affection and domesticity that comes with putting a face mask on someone else. Who knew smearing gooey mud on someone’s face was a whole love language in and of itself).

“Okay, fine, come here Parker.” You grabbed an extra hair tie and handed it to Peter who excitedly pulled back as much hair as he could into the tiniest, cutest, ponytail ever. You looked over at Ned, who was putting on his own face mask and smiled when you saw that he too had a tiny little ponytail to keep his hair out of the way.

You gestured for Peter to sit in front of you in your other desk chair as you sat at your desk and started opening the mask to put on him. You’d given Peter a peel-off mask, which you knew he liked because he didn’t have to go wash it off making it easier and because of the satisfying feeling that came with peeling it off. When it comes to putting a face mask on someone else, you relish in having an excuse to be so close and to have physical contact, after all you’re incredibly physically affectionate. When it’s Peter, it’s even better. He sometimes closes his eyes, giving you a chance to just admire him. You can watch the stress melt away as you gently spread the mask over his face, and you get to take in the beauty that is Peter Parker. When he doesn’t close his eyes, he just watches you. It should probably make you nervous, feeling watched so closely and so intensely but there’s something loving in his eyes that makes you feel seen. Sometimes you take your eyes off whatever part of his face you’re putting the mask on and the two of you just hold eye contact- not long, just a few seconds, but given all of the feelings you’re both holding back, it feels like an eternity. It’s the good kind of eternity, it’s falling asleep in the shade at the beach listening to the water and losing track of time; it’s rocking a baby to sleep in a dark room knowing that nothing else matters; it’s falling in love in a second and knowing that even if you don’t say it, somehow it’ll be okay. After all, despite the awkward moments and the way that you’re sure it’s unrequited, it’s been an absolute pleasure to fall in love with Peter Parker. 

You move your chair in between Peter’s legs so you have better access to his face, and try not to think about the way that MJ and Ned are undoubtedly making faces to each other about all of this. You misjudge the angle of your chair, just a bit as you go to sit, undoubtedly caused by the moscato coursing through you and you don’t even have time to catch yourself because someone’s already done it for you. You look down to see one of Peter’s hands on your hip, the hip hanging off the chair and, not for the first time in your life, you’re thankful for his spidey-reflexes.

“Woah there, you okay?” You sit into your seat as you nod in response to Peter and you try not to focus too much on how the hand that was on your hip as casually migrated to your thigh. You couldn’t know it but right now Peter is silently thanking whatever in the universe (your wine) that made you slip for giving him an excuse to touch you. It’s not sexual, he just likes physical affection as much as you do and he finds it’s even better when it’s you. Ned once told him that his love language is probably touch. Peter disagrees, he thinks his love language is whatever you’re doing. It’s like that tik tok trend with the sound of the Penguins from Madagascar or whatever that movie is, where in order to translate one penguin motions and only one other penguin understands it to translate. His love is already there, but no matter what it is he wants or thinks, you seem to be the only one who can translate and bring it to life. For example, he never knew how easy it is to memorize someone’s laugh. It helps that yours is just so you. He swears he could pick you out of a crowd, blindfolded, just by your laugh. But, you have no way of knowing any of this as your heart skips a beat when he absentmindedly rubs his thumb on your thigh.

You lean forward, and start to apply the mask to Peter’s face, giggling when he shudders at the initial coldness. Today is a closed eye day, it seems, and you don’t mind because you think that with his hand on your thigh still, you might not be able to handle intense eye contact without imploding.

“Y/N can I use a washcloth?” Ned’s face mask has already been on, and dried by the time you remember that there are in fact, two other people in your room.

“Yeah of course, dude.” You turn your head to indicate where you keep them, but see MJ already grabbing one for herself and tossing one to Ned.

“You know for someone worried about privacy and surveillance, you’re incredibly comfortable going through my things.” You flash MJ a smirk over your shoulder before going back to Peter’s face mask.

“Alright love, you’re done.” You stand up to go clean the residual mask goo off your hands as Peter stands up to check out your work in your mirror.

“Thanks, dear.” You feel a swell of pride every time Peter uses some pet name for you. You’re the type of person that calls everyone some kind of nickname or pet name, and throughout your friendship Peter has started to do it more and more but only ever with you. Well, maybe sarcastically with Ned too.

A little while later and you’ve finished with face masks, vented one last time about your week and have been playing some drinking games when Ned lets out a massive yawn.

“Ah I’m sorry guys, I’m just so tired all of a sudden.” Ned smiles sheepishly and glances toward your clock.

“Look at the time, wow. Thank you for coming over and helping me to unwind. It was a hell of a week and this was exactly what I needed. I know it’s late, you guys can totally stay for a bit or head out and go to sleep, promise I won’t be offended if you want to leave.” You smile sweetly at Ned, knowing that since you had such a bad week, his instinct is to stay until you kick him out, but also knowing that he’s so tired and you do honestly feel so much better.

“Okay, I think I’m gonna head out then. Do you wanna grab breakfast together tomorrow?”

“Make it closer to brunch, we all know I’m sleeping in.” You laugh as Ned stands up to leave. 

“Alright, I think I’m peacing out as well. Things to do, people to see.” MJ gets up and starts to follow Ned to the door.

“MJ, you know we see past your whole ‘cooler than you mystery girl’ thing, we’ve been friends for years.” Peter rolls his eyes, laughing. 

“Yeah but where’s the fun in that. You staying or coming with, Parker?” 

“I’m gonna stay for a bit, I think Y/N and I are going to watch an episode of Y/F/S” 

“Okay, good night!” 

“Night losers.” MJ and Ned walk out of your room, letting the door shut naturally behind them. 

“Okay, if you pour us another glass of wine and get the lights, I’ll queue up the show.” You pass Peter your wine glass and grab your laptop and a blanket, and sit back down on the pillows you put on the floor.

“M’lady.” Peter tips an imaginary fedora as he hands you both glasses, so he can sit down and get comfortable without worrying about spilling his wine. 

Peter settles in next to you and takes his wine while you start the show. After a few minutes, you start slowly leaning until your head finds Peter’s shoulder. He laughs, knowing how extra cuddly you get while drinking and is surprised it took you this long. He hears you mutter something that sounds like the word comfy, and is genuinely surprised when you pick up his arm and toss it over your shoulder. While it’s nothing new for the two of you to sit together normally, and cuddle after a long day or when drinking, this is definitely something new. Not that he’s complaining. 

Peter smiles down at you as he shifts a little in his seat, hand on your upper arm as he adjusts the arm behind you. Whether it’s the alcohol, his little comment from earlier, or the way things felt different when you put on his face mask, you aren’t sure what’s propelling you to be more forward than usual. Maybe you’re just sick of pretending you wouldn’t be his in a second, and the other things are just contributing to lessening your fears of rejection. 

You look up at Peter, and let out a soft “hi”.

“Hey there, you comfy?” You nod, suddenly unsure of how to communicate your feelings without sounding like an idiot, while simultaneously feeling incredibly warm, inside and out. Luckily for you, Peter decides for once in his life to pick up on someone’s signals and decides he’s going to go for it. 

“I, uh, meant it earlier, ya know?” 

You raise an eyebrow, confused, as you sit up straight so his arm is still around you (his hand is still tracing absentminded circles but it’s fallen to your waist now) but you’re able to see him better.

“When.. when I said I’ll take whatever you give me. I meant it. I’ll take it. Happily.”

There’s a moment, a brief moment, where you’re scared. You’re scared that somehow despite what he’s saying, this is all one big misunderstanding or that you’re reading too much into it. But, the moment passes and you look into your best friend’s eyes and see love and a distinct lack of judgment and you realize that there’s no way you’re not thinking the same thing. 

“Yeah? What if it’s my love, that I want to give.” You almost feel silly jumping right to the L word, but you’ve known for a while now that you love him, you capital L Love Peter Parker and suddenly you find yourself wondering how you’ve never brought yourself to tell him before. 

Peter smiles at you, and your dorky awkward best friend finds himself at a loss for words. You’re here, and you love him and he doesn’t know how to tell you that he’s never heard anything better. So, he just smiles and nods and hopes that you can see it in his eyes, that you can see everything he’s thinking but can’t say. He wishes he knew how to tell you it all. He wants to say “I love you, you’re my best girl, my favorite person. I love the way you put your hair up when you’re thinking. I love the way you always listen when someone is talking, and make sure that nobody has to trail off because nobody in a group. I love the way you sing in the car and hum when you’re cleaning and in a good mood. I want to hear your sleepy content sighs when you put your head on my shoulder after a couple of drinks for the rest of my life. Name it and I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”

But, he doesn’t know how to say any of that. So instead he says “Are you offering it?”

“I don’t think I have to offer it, P, you already have it. It’s yours if you want it. I just.. Just need to hear you say it.” 

Peter sees you’re getting shy and knows he has to reassure you, he knows how important it is to you that he says it outright.

“I love you. I want it, I want you. Let me love you right. Please, Y/N/N, let me do this. You’re my best friend, be my girlfriend?” 

Peter starts to lean into you and you nod, giving him your silent consent not only to the kiss but to everything: his love, his time, giving it a go. 

It was the week from hell, but right now you’re sitting here kissing your best friend- your boyfriend, and he knows you love him and he loves you too. And as you kiss him, with his hands lightly on your waist (he needs to feel you, to know you’re real, to put as much love into your body as he can) and with yours cupping his face, you think that if you got to do this forever, it would really be the absolute best kind of eternity.