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[tragically-jane-doe]

The absolute torture of wanting to play a nostalgia game and not having the old disc and not being able to find it for ya know

[problematicfavesareproblematic]

NSFW with Chuck Grant

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

 Charles Grant is a walking example of “acts like a badass, is actually a softie” bc BOY, IS HE HARD (lol) TO GET A READ ON. 

When you first start fucking, he doesn’t really have the instinct to stick around after and soak up the afterglow- mostly bc that’s not the dynamic that any of his previous relationships operated under, but also bc he’s like Lieb and doesn’t feel comfortable being vulnerable and potentially having you reject him. He only confidently leaves the first time, and then he judges whether to stay or not on how you look at him as he makes to get dressed after the second time you boink. If you want your space, he’ll go and be back the next day as long as you let him, but if you look even a little bit offended or hurt, he’s getting his ass back in that bed and doing whatever he can to get that sad look out of your eyes.

When he does stay, he’s down to give you whatever he can manage. 

He’s all for slowly kissing you while trailing his fingertips up and down your side, but if you just want to sleep beside him he is more than cool with it (he’ll probably still pet you a lil bit after you fall asleep bc he’s soft for you but shh shh shh don’t tell anyone). The only thing he isn’t very good at doing is pillow talk, especially right after sex. He’s too worried about saying the wrong thing and fucking up what he’s managed to establish with you. 

It isn’t until after he’s shot that he realizes how nice it feels to have someone else take care of him, and when you do so after sex it solidifies the fact that you don’t see him as a burden- you want him and you want to stay. Thank god, too. He doesn’t think he could recover without you (again, not that he’d ever tell you that)

 B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

 Your AhhhhhhHSSSSssssSSSSSs!!!!!!

Oh wow, look at you- owner of the cutest butt he’s ever seen. Can he put his hands on it? Can he squeeze it? Please please puh-lease can you let him watch it jiggle as he fucks you? If you’ve answered yes to any of these questions, then you’ve made each and every single one of his dreams come true. 

He doesn’t discriminate in his love for butts- he’s an equal-opportunity appreciator of the Majesty of the Female Ass™. If it changes size throughout your relationship, he’ll love it even more. Absolutely shameless.

On himself? He likes his legs- especially his thighs. 

He likes how strong they are, despite how much he hates Sobel for getting them to their current strength re: Currahee. But he gets over it quickly bc oh wow is he happy with their endurance while trying to keep up with you, both sexually and otherwise. The day he realized you could ride yourself to orgasm on them was the day he died and went to heaven and was sent back to sin again.

 C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

 He likes cumming on your pubic mound and then watching it slide down your pussy, thank you very much. If you guys are trying for kids or in a position where you don’t have to worry about not having kids, he’ll cum inside of you happily but oh wow he likes watching it slide down your lower lips. BONUS POINTS if he gets to catch it on his thumb and either stick it in your mouth OR circle your clit with it in order to get you off one more time.

Also, you asking him where he wants to cum on you gets him hot under the proverbial collar. 

 D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

 He’d do literally anything for you if you’d let him put his finger in your ass. He will genuinely kill an individual of your choice if you let him put his cock there instead. What a perv (jk it takes a lot of vulnerability for some people to convey their wants and desires to their partners plz remember that this has been a PSA).

The one thing he’ll never actually tell you about... EVER is that for a little while after meeting you for the first time in Georgia, he started hooking up with a girl who he didn’t realize (until much later) bore a striking resemblance to you. He’d had to end the relationship when he straight-up called out your name when he came (he was a lil drunk, just tipsy enough to slip up) and full-on booked it out of there bc not only had he pissed the girl off, but his shout had woken up her family- namely her very angry father- and barely escaped with his life.

 E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

 He’s had two lovers before you, but one of them was really experienced and patient and bless that woman. All he really has to do is learn what you like and he’ll commit it to memory. 

And you better be damn sure that he’ll use that knowledge against you/for his benefit. 

 F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

 Doggy style for all the reasons mentioned before. Or reverse cowgirl. Or normal cowgirl. His hands + your butt= dream combo.

 G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

 He can be goofy, but more than anything else he likes it when you’re goofy. Chuck can get a little too in his own head at times, which can lead to frustration/self-doubt- ESPECIALLY while recovering from his brain injury. You reminding him that sex is meant to be fun does him a huge favor, bc poor lamb will forget that every so often.

So please, nibble at his earlobe in that way that tickles him. Make a quip at the expense of one of your friends. Mock the silly sound of the moan you just let slip out.

 H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

 He’s not going to groom unless you tell him to, but he also doesn’t feel like you need to groom for him, either. Chuck’s not afraid to admit how much his personal hygiene has improved since meeting you. 

I can promise you that if you’re heavily invested in skin/hair care, he’ll probably be just as into building his own routine. 

 I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

 You always have Chuck’s full and undivided attention during sex, but he won’t necessarily show it unless he gets the guy feeling/you tell him that you want him to be. He’s going to whisper sexy things into your ear, call you a good girl (if not his good girl), and do everything in his power (at the time, at least (he can get a little distracted if you’re doing something particularly sexy)) to make sure you feel just how appreciated you are. He gets more and more confident in his PDA as your relationship progresses, but when it’s just you two? You’ll never meet a bigger sweetheart.

 J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

 Ok, so I’m deciding for you that mutual masturbation is a thing that you’re both into, m’kay? 

I'm also making the executive decision that you really enjoy watching him get himself off. You walked in on him one time, before you’d had sex, and were so stunned that you just watched in rapt attention until awkwardly backing out of the room and slamming the door shut. He’d nearly cum right then and there, and it got you extremely aroused. 

The next time you see each other, at some Georgia bar while on a pass, you offhandedly mention that you wish you hadn’t left and FROM THAT DAY ON he always lets you know when he’s feeling the urge and how you’re more than welcome to watch.

And when you do? It’s always a much shorter experience than he intends bc wow how hot are you?

 K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

 Frottage! Dry Humping! Grinding!

Allow me to explain:

In the months following D-Day, it was quickly understood that being on the frontlines meant having traditional forms of sex were no longer on the table (hehe) for you two. You’d experimented with rucking your trousers down your thighs, his thighs, both of your thighs, and each time it was a disaster (with one of the worst times ending up falling onto Tab after he’d inadvertently opened a door that Chuck had been fucking you against. Chuck had nearly thrown fists when Tab refused to look aware from your bare ass.)

So yall started grinding- quickly finding out that the bunches of fabric separating your bodies not only led to new forms of stimulation, but it also meant that you both started to utilize dirty talk. There’s something about your trembling lips at his ear, your warm whispers of ‘so good’ and ‘is this really all you need, Chuck? Me, writhing on you like this? What does that say about you, you desperate boy??’

Boy’s bought a one-way ticket to Boner City, USA.

PLUS! What a way to keep warm during Bastogne? Everyone is so jealous that they don’t have a super foxy megahot babe like you to grind upon.

 L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

 Hmm…..is saying anywhere a cop-out? Because he’s down for anywhere, he’ll follow your lead and rise to the occasion. Such a perv i s2g.

 M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

 ♫ YOOOUUUUUUUU!!!!!! ♫

You have this one eyebrow quirk you do when you’re in the mood, and it just so happens to be similar to the brow raise you give someone trying to outsmart you (which is another turn on for him- you putting some overly-confident sonofabitch back in their place after allowing them to mansplain at you for a little bit. First boner he ever got (since meeting you, obviously) came after witnessing you telling Joe Liebgott to stfu in cutting German after he’d made some off-color comment about your ass.) 

So, more often than not, he'll get a little turned on when you argue with people. Maybe even when you argue with him- who knows? not me. (i totally do, and he totally is)

 N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

 Any sort of pain play, on either of you. 

After being in genuine agony for so long while recovering from all of the surgeries, the idea of seeking any more pain out just doesn’t make sense. Chuck also doesn’t want to see you in pain- even if you’re asking him to make you feel it. You’d both suffered through the pain of hunger, frostbite, insect bites, sunburn, and just war in general (all of which had emotionally taken a toll on him bc he felt completely helpless and hated that he couldn’t do anything to take your hurt away). 

Sex and pain just doesn’t go together for him. Sorry not sorry 

 O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

 He loves having you go down on him, adores the way your eyes look up at him as if you’re challenging him to withstand your beautiful ministrations. 

He also is a big fan of going down on you, but PLEASE PLEASE PUH-LEASE ride his face. Good lord. 

He’s a sucker (teehee) for it- something about you using him like it’s all you keep him around for gets him hot. You also get this certain snarl on your lips when you are getting close that makes him lose his goddamn mind bc WOW YOU ARE SO ATTRACTIVE and HOLY SHIT YOU CHOSE HIM OF ALL PEOPLE? WOWOWOW.

 P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

 He’ll follow your lead/body language in terms of pace. Most sex sessions shift between both slow and deep as well as fast and hard anyway, so he is a fan of both. 

 Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

 A necessary evil, as far as Chuck is concerned. He’ll do them, and he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy the spontaneity of them, but he would prefer not to be rushed when he’s with you.

 R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

 He was riskier until that one time Tab caught you guys, after which he chilled out. Which you are thankful for, bc you’ve spoken with Lieb’s wife and BOY have those two gotten into some embarrassing situations bc of how risky that kid is. 

 S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

 The longest he's gone is 4 rounds (it was celebratory sex on VE day, with both of you in the best shape you'd ever been in and too high on relief to listen to your bodies. Ya'll were sore and dehydrated afterward but LORD was it worth it.

 T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

 He’d be very open to the idea of toys! On you, he’s automatically cool with it, but it does take him a little bit to get his head around the idea of using toys himself. Again, 40s/50s= somewhat repressed discussion about deviations from the traditional male sexuality- but Chuck is more willing and ready to challenge the societal norms than most. Very sexy of him.

 U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

 He always intends to tease you, but more often than not he gets so turned on that he can’t follow that intention through. You are aware of this and ABSOLUTELY weaponize this knowledge. Get it, fam. 

During day-to-day conversation, however, you both tease each other constantly. It’s been like that since you’ve met each other- always making innuendos and one-upping the other and for some reason that never even went away.

When Chuck woke up and the doctors brought you in to see him, the first thing he told you was that you looked terrible. When you’d replied with a sniff, a smile and a “guess the doc’s were full of shit when they said there was no change in your vision, huh?”- Chuck had smiled so hard it hurt.

 V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

 He’s a choked moan kind of guy. His face gets all scrunched up and his body shakes and he curses quietly under his breath (it’s vv cute and hot, FYI). he doesn’t even try and be quiet on purpose, he just seems to lose the ability to be vocal, tbh. If he’s drinking or if it’s been a hot minute since yall have gotten to do the do, he’ll probably be a bit louder. Like, maybe one loud cry of your name (see: the letter D)

It doesn’t bother him if you make sounds at all, just so you know. If anything, he likes that he’s a quiet cummer bc then he can hear any and all of your sounds.

 W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

 biting your ass while eating you out from behind is *bang* *bang* *bang* *click* *cash register noise*.

Especially if you squeal and smack at him after he does it.

 X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

 Average in all respects but OH MAN does he know how to work it to his advantage. Get ready for a wild ride, my dude. 

 Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

 Higher post-war, tbh. Chuck had had to be on bed rest for so long that he thought he may never get the chance to have sex again, so he totally makes a point to indulge in you every chance that he can get (but he’s cool if you say no, too).

But, as I mentioned in ‘risk’, he’s not going to be humping your leg in public or anything (ok but imagine if you were a dom to his sub and you made him do that holy fuck)

 Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

 He does not sleep very well, poor bb. He will be asleep but his mind will be working through all kinds of things ranging from PTSD to what shoes he wanted to wear to dinner with your parents that weekend. Good thing there’s a remedy to this ailment- your pussy sex with you!

While he can’t konk out immediately, he is able to relax. He will allow himself to get lost in the rhythm of your breathing, the weight of your hand on his arm or your arm wrapped around his middle. He will sometimes nuzzle into you as you’re drifting off to sleep, and when you press a kiss to his forehead he finally feels safe.

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[writtenfan]

Cuddling with The King -Hunk of Burning Love <3~

DisneyHades x Reader Imagine

Anon: I need sleepy Hades cuddling plz~

* Sleepy Cuddling Mode Activated * (Hope you enjoy.~)

He gestures a playful “come to me” motion with a smug grin and head nod, as he glides across the room of the fancy hotel suite, the smoke at his feet tickling the air around him, reaching out for you.

You both had been vacationing in for the last couple of days. You got up from the bed and smiled “I need your warm mortal cuddles babe, pron-tooo” He looked exhausted, a few fangs poked out of his upper lip as he closed his mouth a let out a loud dramatic sigh as he wrapped his arms around you and you tried doing the same but you couldn’t even touch the ends of your fingertips even if you wanted to.

As soon as you touched him, the thick grey smoke dispersed from his lower half and revealed a set of well-sculpted legs beneath. Dang those where some SHARP claves.

“Daddies exhausted, being responsibility free, primed and pampered sure takes it out of me..” he groans as he hunches over so that you can place a hand on the side of his face, you graze a finger across his sharp cheekbones and jawline. The blue flames on his head dance lazily as his eyes close themselves with a closed mouth grin set on his face.

“God your hands, Ooo!~ Just lovely. You need to replace my masseuse because, heh, They did not. Know how to handle me, babe. Almost made me send them to the Styx myself. But your...” without opening his eyes he reached for your free hand and smooshed your fingertip on your index finger as he held it in his hand. “...widdle hands of sweet deathly love...Oh~” he holds your hand against his chest and lowers even more and you guide him to the bed as you both continue to scoot towards the pillows “They just, make me, snap crackle pop~” he chuckles softly as he rolls over and pressed his head into your chest and proceeded to motorboat your (cleavage/chest) for just a second before settling down with a content smile.

His sleepy eyes opening, revealing those black pupils of his.

 “I hope you’re comfy because I’m not leaving this spot. You're stuck now sweet-cakes.” 

He lets out a low animalistic purr and he begins to massage your side with one hand as he completely lays his weight against you. His body was so warm, not uncomfortably so but like a good medium setting heating pad. While his fingers and hands were oddly colder. The faint smell of pomegranate cologne wafted from underneath his loosely fitting black bathrobe and when he spoke you noticed a hint of oranges on his breath...and a shuddering indescribable smell of a feeling. That you could only guess smelled like the feeling of the cold shill that a soul must feel drenched in the waters of the Styx...but mostly oranges. You wore a bathrobe as well, your favorite color. A cute bow tie on the side which Hades had made for you with a boyish joy.

Hades now had parted your bathrobe a bit on the chest making you blush and he laid on the part that had revealed your bare skin and he let out a deep exhale and the fire on his head flickered a bit, sending small sparks on your bathrobe which you had to pat down quickly to prevent them from burning it. You of course had something to prevent his fire from causing damage to you but not the clothing you wore... so, there was a hole burned into it, and the smell was now being whisked away by the ventilation.

Upon relaxing you often found yourself running your hands across his shoulder, focusing on the feeling. The taut skin, the meatiness. The muscle...the rather sharp elbows, how bony they felt as you ran your fingers in soft circles around them. You then slipped your hand under his arm against his side. You noticed how his body slimmed down the lower your hand traveled, his waist not small, but shapely. You played with the side of his firm stomach and he let out a low verbal growl once more. His face reflecting pure bliss. He didn’t even have the energy to talk anymore, this meant he truly was worn out. All he had done was have lava baths and coal massages all day. He thankfully cooled off in the shower just before he hugged you. But he hadn’t done a single ounce of work. You agree that being so soothed sure made you tired as well.  You trailed your hand up to his bony backbone and he shivered a bit, letting out a low slurred, “that’s nice...”.

You then found your own eyes start to close as he rhythmically rubbed his thumb in circles around your belly button.

He sure could snore. You woke up due to the vibrations of his snoring against your stomach. It tickled and traveled down your legs making you squirm a bit.

His fire was much dimmer than it usually was and took the form of a buzz cut look. Only momentarily flickering here and there, larger than that.

You looked at his face and studied his calm and sleeping features. The sharpness, the darkness around his eyes, almost hollow. His…quite luscious lips. Allowing a fang or two to poke out momentarily when he stirred and moved his mouth and of course, his dynamic chin which led him to lay the side his head on your chest instead of the front. His inhuman features where only starting to become normal to you...he was a god. And gods sure could have weird features and proportions.

He often spoke a bit in his sleep, slurred words mostly. But sometimes he could get louder, saying one word and then simmering down. This time the words “my...town” kept popping up and this made you smile in confusion.

He was always a hugger and a holder. Never was there a time where he did not have some part of his body touching you. And he often got very possessive of you in his sleep. He’d pull you in closer to him, waking you up loads of times, then continued to snore softly. He has often sleep groped your rear or continually squeezed softly any fat on your body he could take hold of. He even squeezed the muscle. He just would keep doing it until his motion lulled you back to sleep. Sometimes you found himself holding your hand against your back while sleeping, or firmly against your side. Restricting you a bit. As if he was making sure you wouldn’t try and get up. He’s apologized on numerous accounts, especially when you try and wake him up to let you go so that you can use the bathroom etc.

By the way, he is an extremely grumpy man when he’s woken up. He needs his 8+ hours or he’s going to be boiling from nonexistent underworld sunup to sundown.

He loves it when you both spoon each other. When you're facing each other in bed, your leg on top of him, holding him and pressing yourself against his chest. Oh, whenever he awakes to that...he can’t help but wake you by doing something…“uncalled for”

Just before bed though. He usually was very chatty. You both can talk about stupid things and just goof off together like two friends at a sleepover. You both will gossip, tease. Laugh at the stupidest things and can’t stop. And the more tired he grew the more stupid and silly the conversation turned and the deeper and whisper-like his voice would be until you both cant verbalize words anymore and just make noises at each other as you fell asleep.

“hmamhkdkz...”

“hjajiii?”

“Blurrf.”

“Zzzzzzzz......” x2

He loves cuddling your sensitive areas the most. Ass, neck whatever. That was his go-to spot. Along with the previously mentioned groping. He also just adores pinching your cheeks. Whenever he gets the chance, even if you find it annoying or not he just mocks you and calls you his (queen/king ) of the damned, my whole underworld, kitten/puppy, soul snatcher, the fire to his brimstone, a hunk of burning love...you get the gist.

You remember one time waking up before him and deciding that you wanted his attention right then and there. So, you crawled onto his chest and sat down, legs placed on either side of him. Feeling the lack of a heartbeat under you. As you looked at his sleeping mouth half-open face for a few minutes...smiling while sliding your hands under his nightshirt. He let out a low groan and turned his head from the pillow. Sleepily opening his eyes, looking up at you. Once you two locked eyes he clears his throat and slowly raised his hand to rub the corner of his eye. As his other eye continued to look you up and down with an eyebrow raised, the dark circled beneath his eyes making him look dog-tired. “Well hello there...” his voice was low and raspy and cracked a bit as he slid his hands up your thighs, his clawed fingers sliding against the back of them, as his thumbnails teases your skin as he presses them gently against you, then pulling back playfully.

“n-Ahem. N-Now this is a lovely wake up call. Tell Pain & Panic to cancel the alarm alert cause this- this is what I would like from now on...” his voice ended in a low drawl as he held the back of your rear and squeezed as he pulled you forward to his face, chuckling evilly as he did so, wiggling his eyebrows. Once his face was just in between your legs he gently closed them until they smooshed the sides of his face and he closed his eyes and relaxed in the skin between your legs with a smile.

Not what you thought he was going to do. 

But unexpectedly adorable, nonetheless.

[nancywheelxr]

Omg omg omg omg plz do a Uncle Peter and Uncle Aaron fic

“You did what?” Uncle Aaron rasps, hand still pressing tight to his chest and slightly out of breath, and his expression is somewhere between anger and disbelief. On the other side of the room, Peter throws his hands up, mouth stuffed with a bagel.

Yup. That’s about what Miles expected.

Okay, he should probably back up a little and explain.

*

So, look, there are the facts:

The body of Aaron Davis never reached the morgue. The vehicle containing his body was shot out of the road exactly eight minutes after it left the alleyway. No suspects were apprehended and Officer Jefferson Davis was ordered to close the case twelve days later after all leads had gone cold. 

That had been nearly a year ago.

Now, here are some more– mildly less believable, but hey, last year the multiverse kinda went bananas, so who’s Miles to call anything crazy, right? – facts: 

Three weeks ago a grumpy wizard dumped Peter in Miles’ backyard. He had a cool cape, though, that Miles thinks might have waved at him at some point? Anyway, there was this wizard, right, and he dumped Peter in his mom’s hydrangeas and then he told Miles to keep an eye on Peter because Peter had apparently been cursed and couldn’t stay in their universe for the time being? No, he did not know when he’d be back to collect him, and no, he would not be taking criticisms on his plan right now.

It had all been very strange.

So yeah, that was a thing that happened. Apparently, Peter’s universe had been attacked by a sorcerer and Spider-Man got the wrong end of a particularly nasty banishing spell. 

“It was not my fault,” Peter had said, head halfway into Miles’ refrigerator, “if the Avengers could keep their damn villains of the week out of my neighborhood, then none of this would happen– hey, is the chili still good? No, you know what, nevermind, it probably is, let me just check the milk–”

And that had been that. 

“ – and you know, Harry Potter over there, didn’t have to just dump me here,” except, Peter had seemed to want to explain thoroughly what happened first, “I bet he could have just waved his hand and be done with it. He fixed the whole molecular-universe-rejection thing, didn’t he? Sorcerer Supreme, my–”

Miles had kind of zoned out after a while.

*

Those were the facts, see, and all of them were out of Miles’ hands, that’s a very important thing to notice.

*

So, since, Doctor Wizard hadn’t bothered to stay to hash out the finer details before peacing out back to his dimension, that left to Peter and Miles to figure out where to stash Peter while this whole mess was sorted out.

It’s not like Peter has a functioning social security number or even the money to buy some real state or pay any sort of rent. Sure, they could go to Aunt May’s place, but whenever Miles tried to bring it up, Peter got that weird face on, that looked kinda guilty and like, infinitely sad, and Miles didn’t have the heart to suggest it again.

Besides, he doesn’t think it would be good for May, not if this took a while.

Somehow, that ended up equaling with Peter squatting at Uncle Aaron’s old place.

It had seemed the logical conclusion, at the time. No one was using it and Miles’ dad hadn’t wanted to let go of it, not yet. Privately, Miles thinks it’s ‘cause his dad still hopes Uncle Aaron is out there, alive. The lack of a body to bury does that, he thinks, and wholeheartedly agrees with his dad.

If there’s still a chance, Miles would take it.

Anyway. So, Peter had been staying at Uncle Aaron’s place and being an all-around sorta cool mentor while helping out Miles with the whole superhero gig. 

It had really been just a matter of time until his parents caught up with it.

*

Again, let the record show, that while yes, Miles had been the one to come up with Uncle Peter, it had been Peter that came up with the marriage thing.

*

Another couple of facts to keep in mind:

Fours hours ago, Miles and Peter had busted another of Kingpin’s research facilities. Inside it, handcuffed to one of the beds, they had found Uncle Aaron recovering from surgery.

According to his retelling of events, that had been his twelfth procedure. Kingpin had been the one to pay for the Prowler gear, therefore, Kingpin owned the Prowler. Kingpin does not throw away expensive resources– not even the ones who needed open-chest surgery, blood transfusions, illegal not-yet-tested drugs, and too many lung surgeries. No, Uncle Aaron does not know what he had been planning to do with him once he recovered enough, but he figures it would be nothing good, probably blackmail him into working for him again.

Bringing him back to his old place had also brought up the fact that someone else had been living there.

Which brings them back to:

*

“Why the hell would you tell them that?” Uncle Aaron twitches, glaring at Peter like he wants to bring out his gear to saw him up a bit, “of all the all the– are you an idiot?”

Miles cringes. This is spiraling out of control fast. “Look, I know this isn’t ideal–”

“You think I want to be married to a Supervillain?” Peter, having swallowed his bagel, screams back at Uncle Aaron, seething with righteous anger, “I’m not exactly having the time of my life here either, pal!”

“Okay, I wouldn’t say he’s a supervillain, exactly,” Miles tries to placate him, “more like a henchman, maybe? And he’s totally reformed! Right, Uncle Aaron? Right?”

It’s not a real question, exactly, Miles knows that moment on Aunt May’s roof had been a turning point for his uncle, knows the second he let go of Miles, the second that bullet his chest, he wasn’t a bad guy anymore. He couldn’t be, not when his nephew was Spider-Man. 

And Miles would be damned if he wasn’t going to give his own uncle a second chance.

Still, as soon as the words leave Miles’ mouth, Uncle Aaron seems to deflate. He sighs, running a hand across his face before motioning Miles over. “C’mere, kid,” he waits until Miles is sitting beside him in the dusty couch, the white sheet used to cover it still on the floor by their feet. “Yeah, of course I’m reformed,” his mouth still twitches in amusement at the term, then falls into a grimace again, “and I’m so fucking sorry for the things I’ve done, even more for what I did to you. If I had known–” he shakes his head, “not that it makes that much better– but point is, you bet I’m done being a bad guy. I’ll never hurt anyone again, alright, and I’ll never hurt you, Miles, I’m so sorry for all of that.”

“Hey, erm,” Miles swallows past a lump he hadn’t noticed growing in his throat, and looks around, panicking at the sight of Uncle Aaron– cool, laid-back, fun Uncle Aaron– close to tears and looking wrecked by guilt. His eyes meet Peter’s across the room and he looks about as uncomfortable to be there as humanly possible, but he still gives Miles a thumbs up, smiling kindly. “It’s okay, Uncle Aaron. I know– you can do better now,” he finishes awkwardly, not quite able to stop himself from hugging him.

After a long pause, Miles feels his uncle returning the hug fiercely, holding him like he’s not yet sure this is all real. “You really are something else, kid.”

*

It had taken Miles and Peter half an hour to unhook Uncle Aaron from all the machines and monitors in his cell, and Miles had cried silently at how sick his uncle had looked and pretended not to notice the blood trail they left from where the IV tube had been hooked at the crook of his arm– Uncle Aaron had looked about to keel over and any blood wasted on the tiled floor had seemed alarming.

Peter had taken most of his weight and told Miles to go ahead make sure the hallway was clear. 

Not for the first time, Miles had wished Gwen was there, if only to bully him into being less sad.

*

“Okay,” Uncle Aaron says, huffing a little after they both had regained some sort of composure– ha! Check that out, composure, his English teacher would be thrilled with him using fancy words. “We still gotta figure this thing out.”

“I want a divorce,” Peter demands, standing with his hands on his hips, “I’m sorry but this just isn’t working out, babe.”

“Call me that again,” he warns, glaring, “and I’ll whoop your ass, lung surgery or not.”

Miles tries to picture it– breaking the news of Uncle Aaron’s return to his parents then the subsequent divorce. That would mean Peter would be homeless again and no more excuses to be hanging around Miles. ‘Sides, Peter leaving Uncle Aaron now that he’s sick would not look good. That would definitely be a problem if they want Peter to be able to stick around.

Well, shit.

“You can’t,” he blurts out, shrinking a little when both adults whirl on him, “I mean, you totally can, but it would make it so much harder because how are we gonna explain why Peter is always around? And mom kinda already likes him? She sends him casseroles sometimes, even though dad still grumbles about it.”

Uncle Aaron groans. “Of course she does,” he drops his head on his hands, “this is a mess.”

“Rio’s casseroles are delicious,” Peter admits, tilting his head thoughtfully towards the kitchen like that’s enough to make him reconsider this whole scheme.

“And I know dad is like, still annoyed you allegedly didn’t tell them about this,” Miles adds, “but I swear he’s trying to be more chill–”

“Hang on,” Uncle Aaron looks up, for the first time since they rescued him from the lab, seeming less defeated. His eyes are almost as bright as they were before, alight with something gleeful. “This would annoy the hell out of your old man, wouldn’t it?”

Miles blinks, a sense of impending doom encroaching like an inevitable storm that has nothing to do with his spider senses. “I guess?”

“Say,” he turns to Peter, giving him an assessing look, “spider-hobo, how about we strike a deal?”

“Okay, first off, I was dumped in this universe without warning, alright, it’s not like they let me pack a bag first,” Peter scowls, crossing his arms, “second, what kind of deal?”

“You need a place to stay and an excuse for my brother not to arrest you,” Uncle Aaron smirks, and Miles thinks he knows where this is going but he’s not sure how he feels about it, “and I could use a hand to keep watch, I’m sure Kingpin’s not gonna give up so soon.”

And it would have the bonus of annoying Miles’ dad which is Uncle Aaron’s favorite past time.

This is so spiraling out of control.

Peter squints. “So you want a bodyguard?”

“So you want not to be homeless?”

“Fine,” he huffs, throwing his hands up and rolling his eyes, “we’re married now, I guess. Hurray.”

“Please, you should be happy,” Uncle Aaron sits back, stretching his legs under the coffee table, “you are married to me.”

That sends Peter into another inflamed rant. “Look, I’m a goddamn catch–”

Man, Miles groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. This is going to be a disaster and with his luck, it’s going to snowball into something huge before it bursts into flames. Again, he wishes fiercely Gwen was there, he bets at least she’d get a kick out of this.

Faintly, he hears Uncle Aaron ignoring Peter in favor to nudge his feet. “Hey, kid, do me a favor and don’t mention to your dad I cursed in front of you, yeah?”

Across the table, Peter snatches another bagel, biting into it with a vengeance.

[svt13roses]

Say Yes

Words: 2.9k

Summary: Seokmin has one question for you: “say yes?”

Pairing: Lee Seokmin x Reader 

A/n: Say Yes was stuck in my head all day and I kinda wrote this on impulse, whoopsie 

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  “This is it”, he thought, “today’s the day I’m finally gonna do it.” Seokmin hadn’t realized that his coffee was ready two minutes ago and was getting colder by the second as he zoned out onto the little navy blue box sitting on the kitchen counter. He couldn’t stop staring at the box. 

     “How could a tiny blue box be so intimidating?” he chuckled to himself.

     Snapping out of his trance, he grabbed his mug of coffee and checked his phone. No messages except a good morning text from you, reminding him that you were out helping a friend redecorate their apartment this morning. Although he appreciated the reminder, he couldn’t help but smile at how he had planned this day for so long. Of course he knew what you were doing today, today had to be perfect and he made sure to take any and all precautions to make sure everything would go as smooth they could (hopefully) go. 

     You and Seokmin had been together for three and a half years now and, albeit cheesy, he would say that these past years have been the best years of his life.  You had both dabbled in the topic of your futures together in the past. Usually, it was in something casual: the occasional quip while making dinner (“I’m spouse material Seok, you’re just too blind to see it”), little comments while heading off to work (“Yeah yeah I’ll be back tonight, just like every night and every night for the rest of our lives”), or even the fleeting late-night discussions of adding something more to your lives (“We’re both too busy to be dog owners right now. You know this- hey stop that pout!”). It wasn’t until a few months ago where it all seemed to click to him. He had always held all those comments to heart, whether you knew it or not, but somewhere along the line it all seemed to fit together like pieces in a puzzle. 

     Amongst all the excitement and nerves, Seokmin patted himself on the back. He was well aware of the fact that he could not lie to save his life. He was grateful for the fact that although you loved him dearly, you were quite oblivious to the world around you. It’s not that you didn’t notice people and their emotions, you just thought nothing of it. Someone could be telling you all about the latest movie they saw, and you would ask moments after their explanation if they saw the one movie they were planning on seeing. Despite your obliviousness, he had convinced himself that somehow along the way he would screw up and accidentally tell you his proposal plan. Thankfully, he had been able to keep his mouth shut (for the most part) for the past two weeks. 

     The previous night he had been able to play as casual and inconspicuous as he could, and you, thankfully, hadn’t seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. This morning had seemed to go as it normally would as well: it was a weekend day so you had gotten out of bed after much convincing that his “five more minutes” of cuddling had been over fifteen minutes ago. He had fallen back asleep as you got ready for the day, eventually making your way out into the world as he stayed tucked away in bed. When he had woken up, he double-checked the practically unused medicine cabinet in the bathroom to make sure the ring was hidden away in its normal spot: in an empty container of day-time cold medicine. Even if you had opened the cabinet, you would have been none the wiser since you usually resorted to asking him for help with what you should take for the different aches and pains. After taking the ring out of its spot, he made his way to the front door near the various assortment of shoes. He grabbed a black dress shoe and reached inside for the navy blue box. Putting the ring inside the box, he walked over to the kitchen to get started on a mug of coffee, thus leading to his current position. 

     The coffee now had cooled off a little too much for his liking, but he finished the drink anyway. He rinsed the mug briefly and made his way back to the bedroom to get ready for the day. His plan for today was simple: pick you up from your friend’s apartment and then go to the park you two would often visit on weekends and he would propose there. The plan itself? Easy. Actually executing it smoothly? Questionable. He had made sure to dress casually and to grab the soccer ball that had made its way into your weekly park visit routine. Checking the time on his phone, he sent you a text making sure that he was still picking you up in a half-hour. 

     y/n: yep!! Plz come soon my arms are literally about to fall off

     y/n: if they ask how I feel about a painting placement one more time I’m not coming here ever again

     y/n: ALSO!!! I never knew how many different shades of red there were

     y/n: if u asked me to tell the difference between sangria and vermillion I would cry (fyi I almost cried cause I couldn’t tell the difference between sangria and vermillion)

     Seokmin couldn’t help but burst into laughter at your texts. It was the little things like this that made him fall even more in love with you. Did he even know that those two colors existed? No, but he couldn’t help how happy it made him seeing you get so worked up over something so simple. After sending a reaffirming text that he, personally, believed those colors are fake and that he was on his way, he pocketed his phone, grabbed his keys and the ring box, and made his way over to your friend’s apartment. 

     The drive over to the apartment went smoothly, except for the part where he accidentally missed the right turn onto the street and had to turn around. When he pulled up in front of the building, you had been waiting at the front steps. You had spotted his car immediately, and he could have sworn that the smile on your face was brighter than anything he has ever seen. You practically sprinted to the car and threw open the door. 

     “Well close your door already then! We got a date that’s totally a surprise and you definitely don’t know where we’re going.”

     “Hi there! I’m Seokmin, your Uber driver for today! Where are we headed today?-”

    “Seokmin, honey, I love you but if you don’t drive away right now I’m pretty sure I’m going to be roped back into deciding between ‘dusty yellow’ or ‘beige’ throw pillows for the new couch.”

     “I can see the ball in the back seat-”

     “Ah.. it’s such a mystery.”

     You lightly punched his arm, both of you laughing at his antics. The drive to the park was filled with your stories of the horrors of apartment decorating. He didn’t realize how passionate someone could be about the different styles of curtains, but apparently your friend had been very adamant about how certain curtains fit different kinds of rooms. He told himself that he needed to be actively listening to what you were saying, but he couldn’t help but get hit with nerves once again when he realized how close you two actually were to arriving at the park. His grip on the steering wheel tensed slightly, and your words seemed like background noise compared to how loud his heart seemed to be beating. Somehow, he managed to keep the conversation afloat without you noticing anything was off as you two arrived in the parking lot of the park. 

     You jumped out of the car and opened the back seat to grab the ball, meanwhile he made sure the box was still in his shorts pocket and hadn’t fallen out in the drive over. After making sure everything was in its right place, he locked the car as you both made your way over to the field, hand in hand. The walk over seemed to last for miles, and the box seemed to all the sudden hold a weight that he didn’t seem to notice before. You, however, paid no mind as you swung your hands back and forth and practically skipped along. 

     The park itself wasn’t the closest one to where you and Seokmin lived, but it was the only one that had goalposts for soccer and in your opinion, which you stated almost every time you came, it was more scenic. 

     “I mean c’mon-” you had said one afternoon during a short break in your playing, “what kind of soccer field is surrounded by flower beds in a city? Also, you can’t miss how beautiful that field of wildflowers is behind the goalpost that’s missing a net.” He had to agree, the wildflower field was pretty. Hence, that’s the spot where he planned to make everything happen. You two had arrived at the soccer field and it was empty, much to both of your delights. Sharing half a field was something you both had grown accustomed to, but having the whole field to yourself always made the game more fun. 

     “Ok so before we start, my dear opponent, we have to choose sides” Seokmin had started to say.

     “Yes, I know how this game works. It’s not like we played it every weekend for the past three years” you laughed. “You already know what I’m gonna say though! I want the goal with the net ‘cause I don’t want to have to get the ball when it inevitably gets kicked into the wildflowers.”

     “Actually, I was going to change it up this time.” You raised your eyebrows at him. “Let’s do what the pros do, coin toss for which side we go to!”

     “If you’re sure about that babe, then let’s do it. I just don’t see why we gotta break routine” you pouted. 

     “Aw c’mon, it’ll be fun! I promise!” He chuckled and ruffled your hair. You swatted his hand away, still pouting.

     “Let’s just toss the coin already. I call tails, tails is the lucky side.”

     “What- what side was that Seok? You didn’t even give me a chance to see it!”

     “I always heard it was heads-”

    “Just flip the coin!” You sighed, getting slightly peeved as he kept putting off the game. He took a coin out of his pocket and took a deep breath. He realized that banking on luck alone for this part of the plan was probably not the smartest decision, but what’s life without a little risk? He set the coin on his thumbnail and flicked it high into the air, watching as it falls to the ground and quickly snatching it from the ground. 

     “Well, you just gotta be quicker then, sweetheart. I was right about heads always being the lucky side.” He grinned mischievously. Even you realized at that moment that you probably had won the coin toss but he refused to admit it. You rolled your eyes, letting him have his way. 

     “So, since I won, I’m gonna have the goal with the net this time.” He had explained, a little too happily. You wanted to be at least a little frustrated with him, but the smile on his face was contagious. 

      “Seems like someone is just getting tired of having to hunt the ball down in the wildflowers all the time” you sung. 

     “Not true! Like I said I just wanted a change-” his sentence had been interrupted as you set the ball down and began dribbling to your respective goal. He didn’t even try to argue further as he quickly sprinted down the field in an attempt to stop you. He managed to get a foot in front of yours, making you stumble slightly and lose your footing on the ball. He quickly brought the ball down to your side of the field, the goal wide open. Right as he was about to take a shot, he felt a tug on his shirt. You had pulled him back, snatching the ball from him in the process. He quickly recovered and made his way back to his goal, getting there before you could set yourself up for a proper shot. You kicked the ball, and it went flying into the air. Seokmin headed the ball, gaining control of the ball and made his way to the other side of the field. You had taken the time when the ball was in the air to make it back to your side, giving yourself a little bit of a break. Seokmin practically sauntered down the field, having to catch his breath. He approached you with the ball, faked to the right, and went around you scoring the first goal of the game. 

     “I even got a head start on you so this wouldn't happen, you jerk” you chuckled. You grabbed the ball from the net and casually made your way down the field. When you got about halfway on the other side of the field, you paused. You kept the ball under your dominant foot and crossed your arms. “Well,” you taunted, “I’m waiting.”

     “Y/n you do this every game-”

     “And you always fall for it. If I know it works then I’m not gonna change it. Now c’mon, I’m willing to stand here for the next hour if I have to.” You laughed, rolling the ball under your foot. Seokmin slowly made his way forward, trying to calculate where you would go. You took this opportunity of him creeping forward to sprint past him, making your way to the goal. In the heat of the moment, you had forgotten that the goal you were shooting at was the one without the next, as you shot the ball as hard as you could. The ball flew forward, past the goal post, straight into the field of wildflowers. 

     You heard Seokmin guffaw behind you. “Well damn, my girlfriend really does have power. Y’know you put up such a fuss about having to use this goal I thought you would have shot the ball a little more, oh I don’t know, gently?”

     You groaned at his teasing, “Yeah yeah I know. You don’t even need to remind me of the rule. You shoot the ball, you retrieve it too.” You began jogging into the field, internally cursing yourself for shooting so hard. “Ugh, the flowers are so pretty but it sucks when you have to find something in this mess” you mumbled to no one in particular. Little did you know, Seokmin had been following behind you. Trying to stay as quiet as possible, he made sure to keep a distance close enough to where he could see you but far enough where you wouldn’t hear him behind you.

     After what felt like an eternity, you found the ball. You picked it up and quickly turned around, not wanting to make Seokmin wait any longer than he had to. You almost screamed in surprise and dropped the ball, seeing him behind you down on one knee. 

     “What- Seok what are you doing?”

    “Well, I could be funny and say I’m tying my shoe,” he chuckled nervously, “but obviously that’s not it.” He pulled out the navy blue box, opening it to reveal the ring inside. You both sat in silence, as you felt tears beginning to form. 

     “When did-”

     “Before you ask any questions, I just want to say I had this whole speech planned. I did. But seeing you in the flowers just made me realize how lucky I am to have someone as beautiful as you.”

    “Seokmin-”

     “Please, say yes?” he looked at you, and you could see him beginning to cry as well. You wiped your tears and walked over to him. You knelt down and extended your left hand towards him, trying to keep your hand as steady as you could. After he realized what you were doing he fumbled with the box, pulling out the ring. He slipped it on your finger, a perfect fit. As he admired the ring on your finger he could hear you laughing.

     “What’s so funny?” He looked at you, wiping away more tears that had built up. 

     “I’m just thinking about how it’s gonna be when we tell the guys how you proposed. You even asked please, like you were begging me to say the words you already knew I was going to say.” You sniffed, making eye contact with him. “Of course I’ll say yes. I would have said yes even if you dropped the ring, which I was fully expecting you to do by the way-”

     “Hey! I’m a bit clumsy but not that bad-” You cut him off with a kiss, short and sweet.

     “I know, I just like to mess with you. Just like how you messed with me and the goals today.”

     “Are you ever going to let that go?” He chuckled.

     “Nope, never. For as long as I live. Which means you’re stuck with me reminding you since we’re gonna be together, forever.” You laughed, still wiping away any remaining tears. He pulled you into his embrace and kissed your cheek.

     “Forever, I like the sound of that.”

[bnhaficsforthesoul]

Shinsou fluff alphabet

Starting off this blog the right way

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

He really likes your eyes

Hes definitely the type of person that puppy dog eyes work on

When you look up at him with those pretty eyes he just melts into them

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He would want a baby eventually

Like after you get married

But he loves the thought of having a baby with you

Seeing which traits come out from both of you

Or adopting a baby, he thinks that would be awesome too

He loves kids, hes just kinda scared that he doesn't know how to take care of them

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He is the c li n g I est mf

He acts like hes not but he is

He doesn't have a preference when it comes to being the little or big sppon

He loves holding you

Just wrapping his arms around your shoulders or waist and hugging you as tight as possible while pressing little kisses onto your forehead

And when you hold him he melts

He feels so loved and wanted

Play with his hair plz plz plz

His eyes will flutter shut and hell just be like

"Mmm... so comfy"

It's so cute

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Toshi is pretty spontaneous

So dates will either be

Let's go out at 3 in the morning and run around the city and buy junk food

Or

"Babe, I got us reservations for this super fancy restaurant so make sure you get dressed up. Were leaving in an hour."

They're always fun tho, even the more formal dates are super silly with you two making jokes and just being crackheads

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

To Hitoshi, you are his inspiration

His reason for moving forward in life

Before you, his only goal was to become a hero - and even then no one seemed to believe he could

Then theres you

You who tells him that his quirk does not make him evil

It's super effective against villains

hell be a pro hero someday

Before he wanted to become hero simply because why not

But now he wants to become a hero for you, to show you that your positive words were not misplaced and he is someone you can count on

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

It was one night after he was training with Aizawa in martial arts (since he knows his quirk isnt the most effective in battle if he cant get it to work)

And he walked out of the field to see you standing there with this big smile on your face

"What are you doing here? It's late, you should go home."

"I was but then I saw you training and wanted to watch 😊"

He kinda gives you a weird look and is like why

"Cause you're super cool Shinsou! If I wanna be a pro hero I need to make sure I can get strong too, so I wanted to take some pointers."

His eyes widen and hes like- you think I'm cool??? Me who has to do this training cause my quirk is useless most the time?? Me who's quirk actually sucks?? You think I'm cool.

You just give him this big smile and you're like well ya anyways see you tomorrow

And he kinda is just like fuckfuckfuckfuckdu kkckcdudyhsj the whole way home cause wow you're super cute and you're the only person to ever praise him like that

He lies awake all night and is like I'm in love fuk

So ya, he was in love long before you even started dating

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Hes so gentle with you

Like hell brush your hair out of your face and move it behind your ear

When you kiss his hand kinda just cups your jaw and his thumb rubs your cheek

He presses little kisses on your forehead when you hug

Theres times when he can be more rough, but you're his baby and he cherishes you so much

He doesn't wanna scare you in any way and treats you so well

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

When you're walking he likes to place his fingers with yours and holds onto your hand tight

But other than that, he prefers holding your hand by placing his on top of yours and lacing his fingers while his thumb rubs your pinky

Hell pick up your hand and press kisses on it

Lowkey to tease you cause he likes to see you blush but still

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

His first impression of you wasn't the best? It wasn't the worst either tho

He first met you at the sports festival

You were fighting after he did, so when he was walking back and you were going out you saw him

So you were like "great job in the match!!"

And he thought you were teasing him cause he felt he horribly lost so he got kinda pissed

And was like "ya whatever"

He realized you weren't lying later tho, when you kept talking to him whenever you would see him at school

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Oooooh yes, boy gets so jealous

You're HIS baby, not anyone elses

Hes put up with a lot of shit and a lot of shitty people and now that he has someone who loves him and he adores back - he doesn't like the fear of losing them

It's less of he gets angry when people flirt with you and more of he gets scared

Hes scared hes not the best and that you might decide you'll leave

He knows you love him and are loyal to him, but he cant shake that fear

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

So he initiated the first kiss

It was after your first date, and he kinda just kissed you out of nowhere (and you didn't mind at all)

While he does kiss you fairly gently, its lots of times a way to tease you

He loves to kiss you more roughly- the kinds of kisses that leave you breathless and your lips bruised

But he starts gentle half the time so that you get frustrated and have to try and make him kiss you deeper

Lots of tongue

Lots and lots of tongue

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You did

Again, He knew he loved you before you started dating

But he didn't wanna put you off by saying it too soon so he waited for you

He did things to help you know he loved you, but he waited until you said it

The first time you said it you were cuddling

You were lying on his chest and he was playing with your hair on his bed and you quietly said "I love you Toshi. So much.."

His eyes widened and he got the biggest smile on his face

"I love you too baby"

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

His favorite memory with you is probably one of your first dates

He took you to an amusement park

You were holding hands the whole time and you were so happy throughout the whole night

Hearing your beautiful laugh, being able to play the games with you and win you prizes since hes for some reason super good at them, getting to be that annoying couple that just cuddles in all the lines

He was in heaven

of course you had to do the stereotypical couple thing and ride the ferris wheel

But! It got stuck when you were almost to the top (if only it had been at the top - it would have been peak amusement park date romance)

You two were so ready to kiss at the top, but now you get to make out for like 30 minutes?? Awesome!

Getting to have a whole photo shoot together with all the pretty lights from the park and the city?? Double awesome!

Sitting in the cramped seat and being able to just talk and cuddle without worrying about school or anything?? Tripple awesome!!!

Everything about the night was perfect, and now you two love going on amusement park dates (tho none will ever beat this one)

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He won't Spoil you too much, hes broke anyways

Besides, hes not the most materialistic person anyways so he would rather give you gifts of like dates and stuff

When he does give gifts, it's more personal things

Hell spoil you for your birthday and anniversary tho, if you really want something hell do his best to get you it

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Pink

Why?

Because he loves that cute blush of yours ~

He teases you all the time, anything to get you to blush

So when he sees a pink, especially in the shade of your blush, he kinda smirks and is like aw

Also, its such a soft color, and you're his baby so he gets soft for you

So honestly pastel colors remind him of you too, but mainly pink

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

ANYTHING that will get you to blush

Hes tested out them all

Honey, sugar, babydoll, bub, cutie, EVERYTHING

But his favorites are baby, and kitten.

He likes cats so he tested out kitten and the BLUSH that erupted on your face, he was hooked

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

My dude he is so into ball room dancing

Like I guess that's modern if you're rich, but neither of you are so that's something you only see in like old movies

Dead ass he took you to an abandoned castle just to dance with you while he played music from like the 40s

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Loves rain

Wants to go play in it

He will drag you out into the rain so that you can run around and act like little kids

Then you'll come in eventually so you dont get sick and make tea and cuddle

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Hes more of the type that will just ignore his feelings when hes sad

Like it's no big deal they'll go away

But you got mad at him for doing that so now - he just tells you

Hell text you and be like "hey.. can we cuddle..."

And you'll immediately know what's up and run to cheer him up

When you're sad, he takes a more direct approach

He wants you to tell him straight up what's wrong, and hes willing to wait if you need time

Hell hold you until you're ready, but he won't leave until you're feeling better

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He loves gossipping

Like you two talking about dumb stuff your classmates do

Makes up like 70% of your conversations

Also about movies, or TV shows, hes into a lot of fandoms and loves talking about them

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

You

Playing

With

His

Hair

That's it

Hes stressed? He will plop himself into your lap and you just know

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He likes showing off his martial art skills honestly

Hes gotten good at them, and many of the students dont bother with learning any formal fighting style since they're more into just using their quirk or swinging as they please

So it's something hes proud of

Hes also proud of it cause the 2 people he looks up to the most - aizawa and you - are also proud of him for it

So he loves showing you new things hes learned, or showing you how to do them so that you can be safer

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Again, hes spontaneous, so it kinda just came out

You two were just goofing around one night - spending time with each other since soon you would go into working at an agency since you had graduated

He was just thinking about how much hes gonna miss not being able to be around you all the time

So this man deadass ran into a gas station that was still open, bought a ring pop, and ran back out and was like

"Shit babe I'm so sorry this is such a horrible proposal but I'm doing it cause I don't wanna back out so- (y/n), will you marry me?"

Hes down on one knee holding this ring pop and he expected you to start laughing (you did later) but instead you started crying and you just jump into his arms nodding

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Serendipity by BTS

His world changed when he met you, the love his life

Theres so much hurt in life, and you are his happiness

Even when you two fight, you only come back stronger

Hes so happy with you, and so hes worried that something will happen to take you away from him

This song kinda captures that

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yes

All the time

He planned it a few times fully before when he actually did, and they were all much more romantic than the ring pop

He thought of the ring and everything

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Cat

Do I even need to say that

He wants you two to be crazy cat parents so bad

Even tho the max you ever have at a time is 2

[gingerwritess]

May i request “That is not how that works at all babe.” + Loki plz 💛

combined with anon request for “I will tickle you into the next universe, you bitch”

this really isn’t good but oh well enjoy

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“Loki? Will you zip me up please?”

You turn around to present your back to him and he sits up with a sigh.

“And what game are you playing at, hm?” He hums, taking his time to get up and you know he’s enjoying the view: the dress fits you perfectly and just so happens to be his favorite color. Though you don’t think he’ll ever tell you outright, every time you wear that green he considers to be his color, his heart somersaults in his chest and he falls in love with you all over again.

He stands up from the couch to move behind you, resting his hands gently on your waist. “You’ll have to forgive me if I become…distracted. This is an awful amount of skin you are expecting me to leave untouched.”

You can’t help but giggle at that and he takes your hand, giving you a bashful twirl as you shy under his admiring gaze. “Magnificent,” he whispers, spinning you around once more. He stops you with a hand on the waist, tugging you forward so his face is a simple breath away from yours. You instinctively close your eyes, inches from him, feeling his cool breath fanning across your lips.

“I’m sorry, are you expecting me to do something...?”

The audible smirk on his face makes you open your eyes with a scowl. He appears quite pleased with himself and he brings up a finger to give your disappointingly empty lips a playful tap. “It’s going to be rather difficult for me to zip the back of your dress if your front is so desperate to be connected to mine.”

“That was rude,” you pout, smacking the back of your hand on his chest. He just barks a laugh and spins you back around with a quick pinch on the cheek.

“You have somewhere to be. We have no time to…” he pauses and drags a finger down your spine, his just barely scratching nail drawing a violent shudder from you. “...mess around.”

You jerk away from him with a yelp, heart beating a little harder than normal. “What game am I playing at? What the fuck do you think you’re playing at?!”

He raises his hands with a smug grin. “I am only trying to help. Per your request, might I remind you.”

“I’m not falling for that, no sir. Keep your hands to yourself, save it for after.” You reach behind your back, hopping around and grasping for the zipper but can’t seem to get it from that awkward angle. It’s a complicated dress, with a zipper down the back and ribbons of lace that stretch across the back and over your shoulders, tying into bows over the zipper. A beautiful dress, but impossible to get on without help.

Loki’s sitting back on the couch, that stupid smirk still plastered on that stupid face as he watches you struggle in amusement.

“Fine,” you finally huff and give up, sticking a threatening finger in Loki’s face. “Zip me up. But zipping only.”

His eyes light up and you turn your back to him again. “Right. Zipping only. You have my word,” he reassures you, one hand falling on your waist as the other drops lower and lower down your back.

You breathe a sigh of relief, but at that moment Loki’s fingers slide upwards to dip beneath the open edges of your dress, skimming over your bare sides.

“Unfortunately for you, my word is garbage,” he whispers in your ear as you try to squirm away from him with a shriek of laughter. He slips his hands further into your dress, sliding over your stomach until his arms wrap around your waist completely, pulling you back to his chest.

You jerk around breathlessly in his arms and he holds you tight, nipping at your earlobe and working his way down your neck.

“Stop, stop it, stop it—LOKI!” You screech, finally wrenching yourself from his grip. His face immediately falls into one of concern, hoping he didn’t unknowingly overstep any boundaries, and you lean over to catch your breath from laughing so hard.

“Everything...ok?” He asks cautiously.

You take a breath and stand up, glaring daggers at him. “That. tickled,” you hiss. “A whole fucking lot.”

Loki bursts out laughing, throwing his head back in relief. “That’s it? You’re just ticklish? You had me worried!”

“You should be! How would you like it if I took advantage of your weaknesses like that?!”

Loki shakes his head with a laugh, grabbing your waist and pulling you back into his arms. “I wouldn’t know. I’m not ticklish, and my only weakness is you.”

“Ever the poet,” you sigh.

“I mean every word! I couldn’t possibly be ticklish, that feeling is generally reserved for weak mortals.”

“Oh really?” Sliding a hand up his chest, you bring your fingers to scratch lightly at the little dip in between his collarbones at the base of his throat.

His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly, and you know you’ve got him pinned. Even though Loki always reacts well to your touch, it’s always been that spot on his throat that he tenses up at, and you had recently discovered that it wasn’t because he’s just sensitive—he’s ticklish.

As much as he tries to deny it, the moment your fingers or lips are there at the base of his throat, he’s reduced to a laughing, squirming mess until you decide to show him some mercy.

So you sling an arm around his neck and pull him down, planting your lips in that little divot, drawing a strangled yelp from the “non-ticklish” god. “Say one more word about this ‘weak mortal’,” you warn, dragging your mouth up his throat amidst his laughter. “And I swear I will tickle you into the next universe, you bitch.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

You give him a quick, playful warning bite, just barely scraping your teeth against the vein popping from the side of his neck. That draws a low moan deep from his throat and he digs his fingers into your waist, spinning you around again and yanking you back against him. It was so sudden you yelp in surprise and try to jump away, but he wraps an arm around your neck to hold you in place, practically growling in your ear.

“Quit stalling, Loki, I’ve gotta go!” You laugh, wiggling out of his grasp. You reach behind you and grab his hand, setting it right on top of the zipper of your dress.

He sighs and doesn’t move, just lifts his fingertips slightly so they can brush against your bare back. “I am simply trying to keep you as unclothed as possible…for as long as possible.”

His lips brush along your shoulder, trailing up the back of your neck. He’s teasing you, you know, trying to get you to stay home, but a thought occurs to you as his hands run down your back.

“Bullshit. You just can’t figure out the straps, can you?”

He’s silent for a moment, thumbs rubbing absently over your shoulder blades.

“...this is harder than maintaining inter-realm peace.”

He ignores how you burst into laughter and tries to lift some of the straps, eventually taking one of the laces and wrapping it under your arm—definitely not where it should be. “Is this some kind of...over glorified straitjacket?”

“It’s just a couple of ribbons!” You giggle, trying to reach back and help him. “Just zip it up and tie the bows over it!”

He lets out a frustrated groan. “This is impossible, and that's a lot coming from me.” He hooks his arms back around your waist, pulling you into him to rest his lips against the shell of your ear. “You know how skilled I am with tying knots and...other activities of the sort.”

You roll your eyes at his innuendo, lightly elbowing him in the gut. “Yeah...but that’s not how it works at all, babe. Completely different application.” You tug his hands away from your waist, lacing your fingers through his and giving them a quick squeeze. “Now get your mind out of the gutter and zip my fucking dress.”

“Mmm...no. Better idea, let’s take the whole cursed thing off.”

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hope you enjoyed, feel free to send me ideas!

loki tags: @bluediamond007 @himitoshi @drakesfiance @destiel1597 @dangertoozmanykids101 @archy3001 @jcalpha1 @yzssie @sciluvcatz @forthesnakeofdragons @skulliebythesea @wegingerangelica @storiesfrommirkwood @agarwaeneth @adaliamalfoy @laurfangirl424 @paradisaicsam

[earthrealmlesbian]

Kitana x Jade for the questions plz?

1) Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop? Both rock the seats! Nothing crazy, just enough to get the other giggling. Jade is more likely to put more umph into it though. Usually to get Kitana to gasp and cling to her while admonishing her playfully.

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time? Both have a decent sex drive but neither are quite that needy about it. They can wait more often than not. Kitana's thoughts can wander if she's in a very boring meeting and Jade is nearby though.

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time? Both enjoy shower/bath time! Jade likes showers more since she enjoys the moving water. Kitana really likes lounging in baths though. Kitana tends to keep it relaxing but she's not gonna say no when Jade offers to wash her body with a wink.

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on? Jade loses more and more clothes the closer they get to bedtime much to Kitana's amusement. She'll joke about have to walk behind her and pick up all the clothes she's dropping. Both occasionally relax topless when the Outworld heat gets unbearable.

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight? Neither? They argue rarely and when they do they try their best to work it out before they sleep. They don't get enough peaceful time together alone in the first place, they're not going to waste it angry with each other. If an argument gets particularly heated Jade will take a walk and Kitana will make them both cups of hot tea as a truce for when she gets back.

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep? Kitana all the way. They're both sentimental but Kitana likes physical reminders. She's got a million pics of Jade on her phone and more than a few printed out for scrapbooks. Jade has one or two of Kitana making hilarious faces when she's passed out though.

7) Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”? Kitana said it first. She confessed her feelings to Jade secretly when Shao Kahn was still in power. She whispered it like a prayer. (Jade said it back of course.) Jade takes her duty of protecting Kitana very seriously and if they argue because she thinks her wife is playing it a little fast and loose with her safety then Kitana is definitely getting hit with the "because I love you!"

8) Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts? Kitana. Going back to her liking physical reminders of their relationship, she thinks wearing Jade's clothes is one of life's little pleasures.

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after? Sleep is something they both treasure so neither is going to interrupt that for the other if they don't have to. Both have nightmares unfortunately. Jade especially of meeting her Revenant. Jade will sing Edenian lullabies to Kitana on bad nights.

10) Who is more likely to cheat? At games you mean. Jade for sure. She's a brat and merciless about taking advantage of people not paying attention. Kitana says she doesn't cheat "on principle" but that's a big ol lie. She's learned from the best. (Jade)

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship? Oh, Jade loves good natured teasing. Kitana will add a photo of them to a scrapbook and Jade will look over her shoulder playfully. "Wow, it's almost like you have a crush on me…" Kitana always gives a little huff. "It's been decades! You're my wife!" Jade likes to pretend she's shocked to hear the news lmao

12) Who starts a food fight in the kitchen?Kitana technically but usually only flicking tea at Jade or something else inconsequential. Jade is the brat that responds by flicking peas at Kitana's forehead. They don't go crazy with it though.

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer? Kitana can't sing well.…she's not atrocious at least? That doesn't stop Jade from often trying to get her to join her in singing love songs in the bathtub. Kitana complains that Jade's just showing off because she's a way better singer.

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops? They both like holding hands!! It's one of the only things they do publicly. In private, either will do the other three things under the right circumstances. If Kitana is cooking Jade will wrap an arm around her waist. Kitana likes to pull Jade on her lap and squeeze her ass when she's in the mood. Jade will loop her fingers in Kitana's belt loops or equivalent when they take late light walks.

15) Who writes the others name on their wrist? Hmm neither really but Kitana will do something close. They aren't apart often, but when they are Kitana can be caught idly writing her name on paperwork.

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed? Jade gets +10 seduction power with each drink. It's not fair. Neither will get more than buzzed though. Which is good since Kitana goes straight from seductive to sappy after two drinks. (Jade thinks it's cute.) Kitana is louder in bed by a mile.

17) Who is more protective? God…Jade. She insists on staying in charge of Kitana's security and takes her job seriously. Don't even look at Kitana funny or else.

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping? Jade mostly. She'll ramble a bit about this or that or get a little romantic in softer moments. Kitana is more apt to quietly admiring Jade while she sleeps.

19) Who drives and who has the window seat? They both learned to drive when they started making more trips to Earthrealm. (Please imagine the kombat kids crammed in the back of a military vehicle being gremlins while Johnny Cage of all people tries to teach Kitana to drive sgsgdufu) It was a harrowing experience but Jade actually likes driving and Kitana is content to take the window seat.

20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed? Either depending on the day. Kitana likes to lay in Jade's lap while she reads. Jade will lay back and let Kitana massage her face and play with her hair. They've both fallen asleep in either case. Kitana loves it when Jade picks her up bridal style. She likes Jade picking her up period.

21) Who cuts the others hair? They keep each other's hair trimmed!

22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day? They'll both send a few positive messages here or there. Not too many unless it's a stressful day. Ysdhfuigiv Kitana is awful at sexting. She's not really embarrassed by anything regarding sex but there's just something about trying to physically write it down that flusters her. She suddenly sounds like a robot and it drives Jade up the wall.

Jade: My love, I can't stop thinking about running my hands down your body.

Kitana: Yes, of course. You may. I'd like that very much.

Jade: Babe.....seriously?

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry? Both are confident women, and equally confident they are right for one another. Both are scared of losing the other but Jade especially worries she'll lose Kitana if she slips up trying to protect her. Earlier in the relationship Jade thought the stress of trying to keep their relationship secret might be too much for Kitana and that made her guilty. Now that they're openly together it's not an issue.

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them? Kitana will definitely pull Jade in for a slow, romantic dance. Jade knows Kitana likes being picked up so she'll hold her above the ground (or have Kitana wrap her legs around her waist) for some playful kisses.

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?Jade for sure. She loves getting Kitana to give her an exasperated giggle. She's got enough people throwing out awful pickup lines at her so she'll repeat those often. Kitana loses it a little every time.

26) Who kissed first? Kitana when she first confessed and Jade returned her feelings.

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark? They cherish what sleep they get so neither would ask the other for that kind of favor nor would they be inclined to. On sleepless nights they'll slip into the kitchen so Kitana can whip up something really self indulgent. They don't leave much of a mess which the palace kitchen staff is grateful for.

28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them? Kitana writes poems on occasion. She's pretty decent at it too. Jade will tuck them into one of Kitana's scrapbooks for safe keeping and give them a read sometimes when she's alone. Jade usually just makes up love songs on the fly or repeats ones she knows.

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires? Neither! If either take risks it's usually in a serious situation and not at all to impress each other.

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute? Neither need glasses BUT Jonny bought them a pair of sunglasses as a joke (but also kinda not cuz damn Outworld is bright? Eye care ladies.) and Kitana is mortified when she realizes Jade looks really good in them?? She doesn't want to give Johnny the satisfaction of knowing he did a good. At all.

Thank you for the ask and for waiting patiently!!

[anonymousrobinhoodqueer]

So I watched Roswell New Mexico. I personally liked it a lot and hope that the next season is better. I was never able to get through the original but I’m trying again now and honestly I just want the all to be gayer.

Spoilers I’m sorry I don’t know how to do a read more and I only use mobile. If you know plz teach me

Things I liked about season one of Roswell New Mexico

- Michael, bi as hell and fucking owns it and owns his physical disability and his mental problems.

- Alex, gay as hell and has some things to work through, is a babe, has delt well with having his leg amputated, but I wish they had explored what that meant for him and his relationship with his father more.

-Michael and Alex, from the moment I saw them together I was like fuck yes and yelled at all my friends. They are so desperately in love with each other but they need to actually talk and not just profess their love and then run away.

- Maria, cool as hell woman, does so well even though her life is hard (dead friend, disappeared friend, mom stuff, psychic, runs a bar by herself and has nights that reach out to disadvantaged people of the community) she is smart and really should have figured out the aliens by now.

-Maria and Michael, I know a lot of people are mad about them and I’m a little bit too but they are cute and I just wish that they communicated better and I really just want Michael to be able to date both of them. Or Maria to date Isabel.

- Isabel, she was very strong and has a lot to work through in the next season and I hope they don’t gloss over it.

-Liz, fucking great science woman, so smart so independent. Needs to dump max.

- Rosa! I love her so much and I love her murder plot and everything! My sister thinks it was unnecessary and useless because she dies before the show starts so their is no emotional connection to her but I think that is was makes me feel everything about her so deeply, who she is is slowly discovered while going through the show and you get to see her from every point of view and you see memories of her and each in paints her in a different light so you get a full veiw of her as a person. I love her and I look forward to seeing what happens next with her.

-Cameron fucking amazing and I hope she and her sister have a good life.

-Kyle, just everything and his mom

Things I did not like

-Max, he is literally a white male savior. Like no joke. Also his whole character is that he’s in love with Liz. If you saw him differently please explain and maybe I’ll like him more.

-Noah obviously

- Max and Liz, they just don’t fit to me

- dumb bisexual stereotyping that is placing Michael between a black woman and a gay disabled man and not letting any of them fucking talk to each other. Just let them all sit down and talk about real shit. Also tell Maria about the fucking aliens.

- MAX FIXING MICHAELS HAND EVEN THOUGH HE EXPLICITLY TOLD MAX NOT TO. FUCKING MAGICAL CUTE FOR A DISABILITY. FUCK MAX. JUST FUCK HIM.

[13juuzou07-blog]

Summerween (Jefferson; OUAT)

Notes~ • So it is smutty-ish • Part two with actually smut??? Or no???? • Jefferson and you have an off again on again kind of relationship • Plz comment any spelling/grammar mistakes • I'm open for requests • August is an adult still in this one ------------------------------------------------------- Keys~ Y/N: Your Name H/L: Hair Length H/C: Hair Color Your P.O.V. A huge smile rests on my face as I pull out my Summerween costume. In Storybrooke we have two halloweens to keep the children happy and it may or may not before the adults to have more fun with they're partying and skimpy outfits. I gather are the different pieces and set them on my bed. I've had this outfit planned out since last Halloween. You see I want to dress up as the Mad Hatter, or Jefferson as most know him here. We have a complicated relationship with him wanting to date but not having me around his daughter or anyone else for that matter. Being like this pretty much means we have sex and then one of us goes home. This causes us to fight, 'break up' and than have make up sex for it all just to start over again. Speaking of his daughter, I should probably call to see if Jefferson is going to have Grace tonight or not.I plop on my bed and unplug my phone before flipping through my contacts till I find his name. I roll onto my back and listen to it ring for a while. Finally someone picks it up. "Hello?" A soft girls voice says. There's my answer. I think to myself with an eye roll. I love Jeff and I totally understand him loving his daughter and wanting to spend time with her seeing how the last twenty-eight years without her has affected him but still, I'm his lover. "Hello Sweetheart! Is Mr. Hatter home?" I ask sweetly. There's some shuffling and a soft call of "Dad? Someone called your phone!" There's some shuffling again before Jefferson is finally on the phone. "Hello, My Ace of Hearts." He says in a whisper, calling me by his nickname, a smile obviously on his face. From the whisper I'm assuming he's hiding from his daughter or anyone else in the house for that matter. I hum softly and sit up on my bed. "Hello my dear love." I say back, standing up and plugging in my curling iron. "I love hearing from you my dear, but why is it that you called? I am with my daughter after all." The words sting but I don't let them get to me. Instead I play my own little game. "Oh dear....." I say sorrowfully. "What? What is it Y/N? Is something wrong?" He asks, worry coating his words and making me smirk. "Nothing is the matter. I was just looking forward to letting you see my Summerween custom. I was really exciting seeing how it'll be to your liking." "Well my dear I would love that but I have my da-" "Oh, no, no, no!" I cut him off, knowing it'll have to be quite a fight to convince him to give up the night his Grace so I can have some fun. "It is no problem! No problem at all! I am sure that I can find someone else to-do tonight." I can already sense the rage and jealousy coming off of him through the phone. His jaw is clenched and his anger is already bubbling when he says "What do you mean 'someone else'?!" I smile to myself and shrug even though he can't see it. "We aren't dating according to you." "So?" He hisses through the phone like a pissed off snake. My smile grows the more he gets upset. His anger builds up in bigger and bigger and I can't wait to start a flood. "So, since you're busy I'll just go see if August isn't busy tonight." "You are not going to sleep around with that pine tree of a person!" Jefferson starts screaming at me before he's interrupts. There's some hush talking that is easy to make out between Grace and him. He's silent for a moment, probably quitting for Grace to walk away before continuing. "Don't go see August." "And do what? Sit around and do nothing tonight? You're not boyfriend so you can't stop me from seeing anyone else for the night." I already know the high tide is down for him but that isn't going to stop the waves from crashing. "I have to go." He mumbles before hanging up on me. I shrug it off and leave my phone on the bed before walking back off to my make up table. When I'm done my H/L H/C hair is super curly and cups m face perfectly. You can be Alice, I'll be the mad Hatter! My phone sings, signaling that Jefferson is trying to call me again. I let it finish ringing and wait ten minutes to call back. I use my free time to do my makeup that goes with my costume style. Finally when I do call back it rings three times till he picks up. "My apologies" I mumble, adding the last touches to my eyeliner. "I was busy." "Busy doing what?" Hisses the Hatter. I smile and put him on speaker phone before pulling out my bag of lipstick. "I was busy doing my makeup so I look on point for whatever plans I have tonight." "I hope you plan on coming over here tonight." He says swiftly, as if he's a teen who has parents out of town for the night. I smile and slide red lipstick over a slim middle section of my lips till it's bright red. "I thought you had your daughter today. I know from his chuckle that he's smirking. He's just as aware of my games as I am of his. Wrapping around the edges of the red I add a purple-ish pink color. "It seems that her best friend Stacy is having a Summerween party and convinced her parents to let her have a sleepover." "How Ironic." I mumble, adding the blue to the corners of my lips. I know he wants to fight but he bites his tongue, knowing that it'll pay off in his favorite later tonight. "I might have bribed her father a little." If i was there with him he'd be rubbing his neck and avoiding my eyes. I even out the lipsticks and use a silver gloss to make my lips shine and to add silver chips to mix up in it. I add dangly earrings with different color crystals and a necklace that surprisingly Jefferson got for me. "Maybe I'll stop by later" I say with a smile as I admire the piece of sparkling jewelry. "Maybe you will" We both know I will. After that I hang up on him and go back to getting ready. I strip down and back sure I put on my best pair of matching, red, lace panties on bra before slipping on the rest of my cloths. I wear thigh high stockings with garters that connect to my way to short black skirt. There's a little bow in the middle of the skirt that is super visible with the coat I'm wearing. I have one of my Lover's scarves wrapped around my lips but not enough that my bow is covering. As for the coat, it is mostly open with only one button closed in the middle of my torso. I check myself out in the mirror and smiles happily at how well it shows of my stomach and boobs. I like hot damn! I tell myself as I slip on my knee high black boots. The last piece is Jefferson's favorite hat that he left here last week when he visit me for some 'fun'. It's funny seeing how he has no idea where it is. He thinks he left it at Granny's or something like that. I grab my wallet and slip my phone into one of the pouches before walking out into the warm July air. The warm prickles my skin even at eight thirty, which I'm glad for because October in Storybrooke is freezing! Hatter lives a few blocks away so I decide to walk instead of wasting gas in my car. With me walking I run into a few people I know. I get cat calls from some of the guys and glares from girls on the street. With having so many kids the Mayor has set up roles for our Halloweens. No ground up fun is allowed during kid trick or treating. During Summerween trick or treating is from five to eight and the rest of the night is for the adults. During Halloween it's from three till six and again the rest for the adults. The Queen gets really worried about Henry getting sick, hence the two hour bump up. There's another whistle as I stand out Jefferson's door. I ignore it till my name is called "Y/N lookin' quite sexy tonight!" I flip around and see none other than Hook. I smile and run up to him and he instantly engulfs me in a hug. "How fares yer day me little lassie?" "I be good cap'n!" I say, my pirate accent sinking through my words. "Where are ye off too? T' see the jackass o' a partner?" Hook ask, setting me back on my feet. I giggle and shake my head at before saying "Papa be fine wit' it Cap'n! Plus Jefferson ain't that bad!" Hook forces me to look into his eyes as he says what the whole crew besides Papa has been telling me since day one. "Yer Papa, me dearest first  mate, be blind wit' his belief that everyone sees ye as mighty as the crew. That scallywag be bad new" His eyes are sharp with hatred for Jeff and concern for me. Captain looks at me for a while longer before letting me go. "Ye 'ave yer Papa's stubbornness. Easily pushed around but won't let somethin' slide if he doesn't wants it too. Definitely 'ave Smee blood in those veins o' yers." He says, laughing and kissing my forehead. I smile after him before hopping up the stairs. Before I can knock the door sings over. "Why was the dirty pirate touching you?" I roll my eyes and say "Good t' fair winds t' ye too, love." He raises his eyebrows at me and it takes me awhile to realize what I said. "Opps, sorry babe." "You sound like a pirate." "I am a pirate." I shoot back. Jefferson looks like he's been slapped. "What?" I question him curiously. He opens and closes his mouth for a while before saying, "Why don't I know this?" I shrug and say "You've never asked." He's silent for a moment before looking me up and down. "Trick or Treat" I say, leaning up to whisper it in his ear. This gets me a hic in his breath followed by nervous laughing. I sink back down to my feet and pout with my arms around my lovers neck. "What? Don't like my costume?" Jefferson blushes and places his hands on my hips. He looks me up and down again before saying "N-no..... It's ah..... Wow." His face is flushed and he has to look up at the ceiling to cool down some. I kiss up his neck and start undoing his shirt. His hands venture from under my skirt to the button on my trench coat. He undoes it and pushes the coat off. It slowly falls to the ground and makes a small puff sound. Soon his shirt follows and hits the ground. "Fuck Y/N" He mumbles, as I suck on his collar and my fingers mess with his belt. I smile to myself when I finally have his pants over and we manage to stumble up the stairs and into the bedroom. "You're staying, all night." He mumbles as I trail kisses all the way down to his waist. I smile more and whisper "Gladly"

[shreyamistry]

Kara x Mc dating head cannons plz and thx

Kara Dating Headcanon!

Kara asks MC out in a fit of anger/rage, she’s having a really bad day dealing with Max and Lacey, Natalie tries to help but she’d rather hang out with MC.

She marches up to MC outside of the ice creamer parlor they planned to meet at she grabs them by the shoulder turning them to face her.

“Will you just go with me already?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

“Damn, all right. Cool.”

Kara is a wonderful girlfriend, she’s fiercely loyal to her significant other, she’s (overly) protective, and threatens anyone who looks at MC in a way she doesn’t approve of.

Kara loves to spend time with MC, she doesn’t care what they’re doing as long as they’re doing it together, she puts in the effort and energy in the same way she did with Max before she realized he was a total douche.

Sometimes Kara gets scared about her relationship with MC, she worries that the person she fell in love with will turn into a monster like Max and worries that it’s her fault that Max is who he is.

“It’s never your fault that Max cheated on, treated you like shit, Kara. And you didn’t do that to him, you tried really hard to help him and fix him.”

“But did I try enough?”

“Yes. Your best is always enough, baby.”

MC gets their friends to come around to her, and even gets Mia and her to the point of being friends again. Mia always keeps her walls up, and Kara tries to make sure to not fall into her old self.

Kara transfers to MC’s school to keep herself as far away as possible from Hearst, it’s a huge adjustment for her and the student body, but she proves her worth. Ace and her become quick friends and bond over the proving yourself because you were problematic in the past.

Kara loves surprising MC with dates, all the time anywhere any place any time as long as it’s fun and safe.

“I just won radio tickets for a band I’ve never heard of, TBD I think they called them, I don’t really know. Wanna come?”

“As long as the lead singer doesn’t throw a greasy shirt at us this time.”

“Us?! It hit me you dummy. Whatever see you later, babe.”

Kara texts MC with periodical updates about her day, anything really so she has an excuse to talk to MC, they repeatedly tell her she doesn’t have to try so hard to impress her. They love her just as she is.

Kara sometimes gets caught up in her emotions and starts to act like who she had to make herself become at Hearst, and MC always tries their best to make her get out of that mindset, sometimes it’s hard other times it’s easy.

Their relationship has been rocky a few times, but Kara always pulls it together and doesn’t want to lose MC. She finds herself doing little things for them, buying them flowers, their favorite candy, and of course MC does it back for her. 

Kara is shockingly the first to say I love you, it happened during a cheer routine that Mia let her play lead and help with choreography. Kara is so excited to feel the buzz of a crowd and a team that cares that she blurts it out to MC when they hug her.

“Hey, not to spook you off or anything, but I fucking love you.”

“I fucking love you too, Kara.”

hope you like it!

[wasabi-duck]

romeo - namjoon

idk how to label this because romeo and juliet is obviously Straight so like im just calling it romeo namjoon so i hope you enjoy!! again, it’s gender neutral so!!

hey people i submitted all my college apps so i think i can maybe try harder with this blog

okay so for this au!! you and namjoon are fated to be together

the kim family is really really prominent in society today

not so much political or social, but economically-speaking they’re one of the top players across the board

his family controls the shipping market, whether it be post, or air, or sea

they control it all

almost everything goes through the kim family shipping industry if it isn’t public post

and that’s just the domestic market, they also do a whole ton of international business too, and have a presence all across the globe- from china, to the usa, to germany

growing up, namjoon knew that he was going to inherit the business

his entire life his family prepped him for the business, whether it be training in how to be polite and diplomatic, to going to the most prestigious schools in the country to make sure that he was over and beyond when it came to areas like economics and maths

namjoon’s entire existence revolved around being the heir for the powerful kim business, and it was almost like he wasn’t allowed to exist

he was there for the money, the power, the glory

never for himself

he always lived in the shadow of his parents, or the business

as he got older, things got worse

because more expectations were pushed on him, and suddenly the 97 in differential equations wasn’t good enough, he needed 100

and days where he used to sit in his room, messing around with a music program on his computer… he now needs to force himself to meet anyone and everyone who might have some relation to his future in the business world, half of them who are over the age of like… seventy-two

and as he got older, things also got worse because of well…

you

well, not exactly you, but your family

your family runs the most well-known media outlet in the country

and that’s just a nice way to put it

you guys are basically the paparazzi, and although there are other, smaller groups around, none of them compare to your family

seeing as how the kims are the most influential people in the shipping business, and some of the most powerful people in the business playing field, so your basically always trailing them wherever they go

it’s never a role that you wanted to be a part of

you always wanted to be a normal kid, with a normal life

but you remember one of your first gifts being a camera, and not like a cute lil baby camera, but a nice, expensive one

and you were like anyway i was like five but…

so your entire life you’ve been told that the most important goal is to find the truth, no matter what the cost

but your family definitely stretched that a bit, and you can’t help but think they invade to many private lives just to get a story, just to find anything that will make the public go absolutely wild

because of this, you’ve run into namjoon more than a few times

never personally, and never to chit-chat, but simply because you were on the scene, your camera held in your shaking hands as you tried to snap pictures of him getting out of the airport

you kind of… think he’s cute…

but it’s not like you could ever approach him

you know his family hates your family’s guts…

and your family isn’t necessarily a fan of the kims either

your family just sticks with them for the money, there’s no idolization there, actually quite the opposite, they dislike the kims for their disillusion towards the general public

when you sit down and think about it, more of the stories your family has published have been scandalous

which you know is because the public likes that…

but also because your family wants to see them pay for their general disregard and mistreatment of the public

because the kims are notorious for having prices much too high for the average person to pay continually, and since they have a monopoly on the industry, there is no competition and no incentive to work better

and so to say that there’s some animosity between your families… would be right

but you’re drawn to namjoon

he seems different from his family

where they all appear stiff and cold, his smile could light up an entire room

you’ve never seen him speak rudely to any of the paparazzi, or the public

he handles himself so professionally, and when you have had the privilege to sit in on press conference or public business meetings… he always is polite and courteous, and always listens to what everyone else has to say

and you kinda have a lil crush on him

but you’re just the shy kid behind the camera…

so like, he’d never notice you anyway

but then…

an invitation to a party shows up on your doorstep one day

your crazy mother realizes that ah yes, a party for the most socially elite means that you can get so much dirt on people there, so she’s like haha… you gotta go

and you’re like can i not i would rather sit inside and marry leo off to selena because they are my otp,,,

and your mom is like anyway you better figure out what you’re wearing

you wanna know how the hell you got invited in the first place, but you guess because your family is socially prominent you were somehow invited too…

okay so party time

it’s at some nightclub??

your girl is underage as heck so idk what they’re about

anyway i imagine some great dance music would be playing, with the bass super boosted, like idk… everytime we touch by cascada

and the lights are all dark but they have strobe lights going i think that’s what they’re called at least

and it’s, like i said, super dark, so it’s not like you can see anyone, and you maybe forgot your camera

and like there are so many people!! no matter where you go, there are at least twenty people accidentally bumping into you and it’s all a little overwhelming, so you grab a drink (grape juice) and head over to the back corner of the club where it’s less noisy, and there are less people around to bother you,,,

finally, some peace and quiet…

you close your eyes and take a deep breath

your parents would flip if you came home early, and there’s no use being outside, alone, in the dark, when everything is closed…

so you stay put, instead rummaging around your bag to see if you can find your earbuds and phone so you can just chill by yourself

you grab onto what you assume is your earbuds, but before you can pull them out, someone bumps into you, with enough impact that you topple forward

the person, apparently startled just as much as you, loses their balances, and falls on the ground right beside you

you look up

and everything slows down

it’s the part of everytime we touch where she’s like your arms are my castle btw

you blink, your eyes unable to focus in the dim light, and when your vision finally clears, you recognize the person to be none other than kim namjoon…

you startle, quickly pulling away from him, your face red in embarrassment

namjoon frowns, clearly confused, but then a look of recognition spreads across his face and he smiles a little shyly

“i think i know you.”

you nod slowly, not taking your gaze off of him

“i think i know you too…”

he stands up, then offers you a hand, which you take gratefully

he coughs awkwardly and you put your hand on the back of your neck

“um… i’m namjoon.”

and you introduce yourself too, and you almost feel the need to apologize because you’re sure that you and your family have caused him so much trouble

but you don’t know what to say, but you stay silent, unsure of what you should do next

namjoon doesn’t say anything at first, but then he sees something on the floor, and bends over to pick it up

it’s your earbuds

he hands them over with a small smile “i had the same idea.”

“parties aren’t really my thing…” you laugh softly

“mine either.” he pauses, shoving his hands in his pockets before adding, “so if you want to… maybe head outside?”

your brows furrow

“god that probably sounded creepy, i meant, like get out of here, i know a cool little diner that’s open twenty-four hours, the coffee sucks, but the dessert is pretty great.”

you laugh and nod sheepishly “yah, that sounds nice.”

so you and namjoon dip out of the party, and head down to the cafe where you talk the entire night away

you exchange numbers too hehe

anyway, as the weeks progress, you two talk more and more, and things get a little flirtier and flirtier

and you’ve become glued to your phone, and your cousin, yoongi, is like, “anyway who’s the hot babe and do they have a brother”

and youre like “yoongi,,, plz,,, it is not like that, namjoon is just a- ooPS”

cause you had namjoon under a code name like “B)” or something awful like that and you thought that you had this all under wraps but now you just basically admitted everything to yoongi isn’t that just the greatest

“kim namjoon? like the guy our family is so intent on stalking and tarnishing his name and everything? the kim namjoon who wears beanie when it is obviously bucket hat season?? that kim namjoon?”

“um…”

“he totally has a hot cousin.”

you blink “so wait, you’re not… telling on me?”

yoongi shrugs “i don’t see why i should.”

and you smile and hug him and yoongi just laughs and ruffles your hair

yoongi is the one who covers for you when you sneak out to see namjoon

and boy howdy do you see namjoon a lot

like yoongi always drives you to meet up with him, whether it be the diner, or the park, or the city!!

and he always makes awful excuses when your family asks where you are

and namjoon’s cousin, jungkook, does the same thing for him, and the two of them often meet up and laugh about it over bitter coffee

you and namjoon are so in love though, and it’s a passionate affair, not for the cheating aspect, god no, but because everything must be done in secret

every time you press your lips to his, you’re afraid that suddenly your mother will walk around the corner and rip you away from his arms

and when you two are out and about, walking down the streets, your hold his hand so tightly, so fearful that you could be torn away from him at any second

every time you call him it’s late at night, because you’re scared that your father might accidentally stop and listen in when you’re least expecting it, and your entire world will crumble to pieces

namjoon is the same way though, extra careful, extra cautious, and he always says it, says he hates how you two have to hide your relationship just because your guys’ parents hate each other

but it’s something he’s willing to hide if it means seeing you every day, being with you every day

except that you two aren’t as careful as you should hope to be, because one day you leave your phone unlocked and it just so happens that your mother was cleaning up your room a little bit, and she picked up the phone and read the messages and realized that these gentle “i love yous” were all sent to none other than kim namjoon

and she hurries down the steps, your phone in her hand, cursing and shouting and asking you what in the hell you’re thinking

and your eyes widen in horror as you realize your mistake and you rush over to try and grab the phone from her hands, but in a fit of rage, she throws the phone down and it’s probably an awful iphone or something so the entire thing shatters in a million pieces

this of course is your breaking point, and you start to sob, begging your mother to change her mind, trying to tell her that there’s nothing wrong about this, but she doesn’t listen, instead storms off to go talk to your father

you kneel down and hold the broken phone in your hands, continuing to cry harder

yoongi, startled by the commotion, comes racing in, and when he sees you, sees the scene, everything clicks

he holds you in his arms and promising things will be okay but you know they will not

after that, your parents ban you from leaving the house

you are confined to your room, and if you want to leave your room, you have to stay within the house, even being limited to indoors, as in, like can’t even see the garden

at first, namjoon thinks you’re ignoring him or something and his heart breaks because it’s not like you to ignore him, ever

but yoongi texts jungkook who tells namjoon the situation, and from that moment on, he is planning a way to get you back

one night, it’s been like a week since the incident, you are sitting on your bed, watching psych

when you hear a faint knock

you think it must be a squirrel or something like that outside?

so you ignore it

but the noise continues

so you head over to your window, and step out into the balcony, and standing there, with a large bag slung over his shoulders, is namjoon

he waves, and you cup your hands over your mouth

“are you coming?”

“like hell i’m gonna trust you to catch me!”

you laugh, and the tears have already started to prick the corners of your eyes

he smiles softly “i love you”

“I love you too namjoon…”

and im saying the balcony isn’t super high so you’re like fxxk it and you jump and he catches you and you’re both safe and sound

and when you are safely on your feet, you lean up and kiss him and he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close

and it feels like you kiss him for an eternity, and you want to kiss him for an eternity, but he says there’s no time, and that you two need to hurry before someone realizes something is up

he says that his friend hoseok is offering up his place for you two to stay

and with that, you two vanish into the night

obviously both sets of parents find out, and it doesn’t take them long to realize where you two are hiding

but namjoon is like nah not coming home until you recognize our love,,,

and so both parents are like our children and their happiness are most important so they are willing to make amends

you and namjoon come back home but he was digging the cute apartment vibe so he asks if you two can move out together if he still decides to manage the business in the near future

and your parents are all !! about it at first but they agree because you two are most important

and you and namjoon are happily in love and you have a cute apartment where you two snuggle and kiss all the time mwah mwah

[mysmeshc]

omg i'm so excited for this request less DO this MC Accidentally Hurts Herself Yoosung - Yoosung ALWAYS cooks for you - And you LOVED it!! He was so sweet - but you wanted to cook for him too! - You, being a smartie, decided to make one of his faves, Omurice!! - It's just an omelette on rice, right? how hard can that be?? - o h l o r d - the rice took forever and you went through six eggs trying to make the perfect omelette - F I N A L L Y you get it - All this needs is a touch of green onion and- - MOTHER FU- - Your finger got sliced pretty good, blood dropping onto the cutting board. - You were cleaning up when you heard the door open - "Hey sweetheart! I'm ho- MC!!" - You hadn't noticed you were crying until your loving boyfriend wiped your tears. - "OhmygodMCwhathappened??" - he always spoke quickly when he was nervous - "I-I cut myself trying to make you Omurice because I know it's your favorite..." - Yoosung whined like a puppy, seeing the dish sitting there, still steaming hot. - "Let's get you cleaned up." He grabbed the first aid kit, tenderly wrapping some gauze around the wound and finally planting a healing kiss on it. - "There! All better!" - He smiled at you and you made your way to the kitchen, grabbing the now warm meal. - His eyes lit up and he bounced on his chair. - "MC this looks so tasty I can't wait to try it!" - Yoosung was drooling, grabbing the fork from your hand and digging in, take a bit about as big as his head. - His eyes rolled back and he moaned, chewing his food slowly, as if to save the flavor. - "MC, this is the best food I've ever had! But..." - but - but what??? - "What's wrong Yoosung?" - "I want you to take a cooking safety class with me! that way I can eat your food without worrying about your safety..." - Awe you're adorable lil puppy - You gave him a chaste kiss - "Of course, Yoosungie~" Zen - Zen is very athletic - More than the average person - So OFC you were intimidated when he asked you to go on a bike ride. - "Come on babe! Some exercise with my favorite girl in the world?? Don't make me pass this up." - Cue puppy dog eyes - Oh no - You are WEAKLESS - ". . . Okay, Zenny." You gave in. Of course you did! You loved this man. - "Yes babe you're the best!!" Zen spun you around. - but ohohoho u had no idea what you got yourself into when he takes you to the trail you were supposed to """ride""" - more like FALL DOWN THE INCLINE WAS LIKE PERPENDICULAR TO THE GROUND U WERE ON. - Before you could voice your concern Zen already took off - Your pride and ego were louder than your sense of judgement so you bolted after him. - u screamed. - very much. - But you actually got down okay!!! - Now the path was scenic and only a slight downhill incline. - "Zen look at the pretty birds!!" - what you didn't see was the pretty rock that was right in your path. - The next thing you know u went face first into the gravel road. - "MC" Zen gripped the breaks so hard and flew off his bike, running up to you. - "Oh my god MC are you okay?" He lifted your face up and his own went white(r that usual) at the sight of the large gash on your eyebrow, the blood dripping down into your cheek. - "Ah I'm okay Zen, my head just hurts..." you reached up to pat the pained spot but froze when your fingers met wet and sticky skin - "Uh oh... is it bad?" - Zen was still pale, but came to his senses and waved you off - "Pshh its... fine!! honestly you can't even tell-" - "Zen you're awful and lying." you giggled nervously. - bc having a gash on your forehead meant that you were Incapable of Any Task Due to Mass Injury™ he would carry you to the nearest first aid station - the guy working there jumped when he saw you, asking if you got knifed to the face - "no sir i just can't ride a bike." - he patched you up as Zen apologized every five seconds. - "Just kiss it better and I'll forgive you." - Zen smiled, and kissed the bandages on your forehead. - You two only rode tandem bikes now, with you in the back. Jaehee - You hadn't slept well the night before but duty called at the cafe. - You opened the cafe for today and you had to be cheerful and bright to start people off with a good morning. - Jaehee met you there at 4:30 am since the store opened at 5 and you had to set everything up. - You were pouring your own cup of coffee when your eyes began to drift shut. - Mmmm. Coffee smells so go- - HOT!! HOT!! CALIENTE!!! - You jerked your hand back as you had poured too much, but that just caused the cup to spill more coffee on the effected hand. - you yelled in pain as you sprinted to the sink, cold water cooling down the now blistering skin. - "MC!! Is everything-" Jaehee scrambled in until she saw your hand. She yelled, running to find the first aid kit. - You sat down with her, tears threatening to fall from the throbbing pain in your left hand. - "It's okay MC. I'm going to put some cooling cream and wrap this up. You must be more careful in the future. . ." You sighed out of approval when she placed the cooling cream on, instant relief washing over you. - "I'm sorry Jaehee, I didn't sleep well at all last night and I wasn't focusing." - "MC you should have told me, I could've easily opened up the shop on my own had I been made aware!" She scolded you lovingly. - "I'm sorry... I just didn't want to dissapointed you..." - oh no MC - ur sad face is killing Jaehee - "You could never dissapoint me." Jaehee smiled, pressing her lips to the now wrapped hand. - You two decided to close the shop and catch up on lost sleep together. Jumin - You were watching TV when the door opened behind you. - Knowing exactly who the "intruder" was you smiled gleefully, standing up from your spot and turning around. - Just as you expected, your giraffe of a husband was standing the doorway, his suitcase placed the table and his eyes looking back up to you. - "Come here, kitten" His arms widened as a relieved smile painted his features. - "Jumin!!" You bounded towards him, about to jump into his arms when your foot met one of Elizabeth's toys that she had forgotten there. - It all happened in slow motion for Jumin as he bounded foreword, just barely catching you before you fell. - "MC!! Oh my God!" - You looked up at him with big, teary eyes and a pouty face. - u had never been so embarrassed in your LIFE - Jumin felt his heartbreaking into a million pieces bc of how painfully adorable you looked. - "Hey, it's okay! I-I'll have a chat with Elizabeth about leaving her things just anywhere." - He stood you up and you immediately winced, lifting your foot off the ground. - "Ah!" you grimaced, Jumin once again placing his arms around you. - "My dear, what's-" He looked down to the foot you lifted, noticing the ankle already starting to swell and turn purple. - "It's okay, I just need to rest it and some aleve..." You smiled, wiping your tears. - "I'm sorry, my love, but I cannot allow such a generalized treatment for someone like you." He then swooped his arms down to pick you up princess style, being very mindful of your ankle. - "Jumin! It's okay, really!" You tried to reason with him, but the remorseful look in his eyes shut you up. - "I just want your pain to subside as soon as possible, dear." now it was his turn to give you puppy dog eyes as he sat you both down on the couch. - oh nO - U were powerless against it. - "Ah... okay Jumin." You smiled, his hand immediately reaching for his phone and calling his doctor, requesting a house visit. - The doctor came and gave you some tips on how to make it heal faster, how to wrap it, and when to use ice and heat. - You thanked him profusely as he walked out, Jumin immediately wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. - You knew this was the "I'm holding you close bc Im protecting u from all evil plz love me." - "Thank you Jumin, you always make me feel better. I love you very much." Your words were muffled in the fabric of his sweatshirt, but he knew exactly what you said, and you pretty much felt the pride beaming off of him. - "I love you too, princess." You felt his smile as he kissed the top of your hair. Seven - Seven was in one of his ""edgy moods"" and refused to eat, sleep, or spend any time with you. - It wasn't as bad as before, at least, with his dismissals being somewhat polite. - "Seven? I made dinner. . . could you please come out and eat?" - "Sorry, MC, I have a big assignment I'm working on." His eyes never left the screen as you walked in closer. - "But I made your favorite! Surely you could take a break for 15 minutes?" - "I'd love to MC but I really can't." You could tell he was starting to get frustrated with you, but you continued, knowing that him being angry at you as better than him slowly rotting from the inside out. - "O-Okay Seven. Can I at least bring it in here so you can eat?" You walked closer, placing your hand in his shoulder. - He whipped around in his chair and stood up, towering over you. "What part about "I can't" don't you understand? God, sometimes it feels like I say something and it just goes in one ear and out the other with you, I'm sick of it!" - oh now w h a t was that tone? - you glared right back up at him, seeing his demeanor begin to crumble as he gulped back. - "Listen here, Agent 707! I did not BUST MY BUTT! Making YOUR! FAVORITE! DINNER! Just to be shoved aside like the old days!!" You pressed your finger into his chest to accent each word. - "M-MC I-" - "I'm just so sick and tired of you treating your body like shit! I just... I just... ARGHH!" You yelled, slamming your fist into the wall next to you, creating a decent sized hole. - Seven looked at you, both shocked and impressed. - Until he saw the tears stream down your face, your fist now pulled out of the wall. - Oh m y - "Oh shit! MC! Let me see it!" he grabbed your fist, examining the blood pouring down from your knuckles. -He dragged you to the kitchen, grabbing the first aid kit and wrapping your knuckles up to stop the bleeding. - "Funny how now you're willing to spend time with me..." you wiped your tears and looked anywhere but him. - "MC... I'm sorry I've been pushing you away. I don't mean to I just-" - "What, Saeyoung? What did I do to deserve this?" - O H - You not only used his real name but your last statement sucker punched him in the heart. - "N-No MC! I swear it's not you! I'm just stupid!" - "Well stop being stupid!! Agent 606 needs her Agent 707..." - Seven's face lit up with a smile, using the nickname he gave her made his heart melt. - "I miss you too. Let me make it up to you by spending the next week hacker free, okay?" - You smiled back. - "Okay."

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 26.10.17 lb

i hope you’re ready for me yelling about feminism and the patriarchy all through today’s lb coz i’m just in one of those moods. 

gauri is shooook. SHOOOK.

i would be too, after THAT confession. like.... what the fuck even was that???? i rewatched it and i had suchhhhhhhh a visceral reaction and cried more even than the first time i watched.

shivaay knows that shit went dowwwwwwwn. 

oh boy, ajay doesn’t look to be in a good mood. 

bro just coz two ppl are coming from the same direction, means absolutely nothing?????? 

i mean not in this case, coz these two were fully eye-fucking, but i’m just saying... generally, life mein. lol. 😋😋😋

when the guy you’re threatening makes THIS 👆🏽👆🏽👆🏽 face at you, maybe you should reconsider. 

especially when he has backup. 👪🏽👪🏽👪🏽

lmfaooooo majaaaal toh dekho in oberois ki; SHAADI MEIN AAKE ISKI DULHAN KO UTHAANE KA INTEZAAM KAR RAHE HAI; AUR JAB BANDA OBJECT KAREIN, TOH USKO DHAMKI DE RAHEIN HAI. srsssssssly. suchhhhh assholes. 

ajay be like THE FUCK IS HAPPENING??????? and rightly so, because OMG WHY THE FUCK IS SHIVAAY THREATENINGLY DOING DALER MEHENDI DANCE STEPS AT HIM??????????? 

WOW. AJAY GOT THREATENED BY THIS AND LEFT ALSO. AMAZING. 😧😧😧😧😧😧

“LEKIN KYUN?????”

behenji, pehle apne devar ke pooore ke poore karnaame toh usse pooch lo; bina kuch jaane hi aa gayi ho shaadi rukwaane. 

of course, as a 4 lions leading man, the basic concept of a woman’s consent hasn’t ever occurred to shivaay. 

“usne bola chale jao, toh tu chala jayega???” UM YES THAT’S HOW NORMAL, DECENT AND CIVIL ADULT PEOPLE BEHAVE. BUT YOU WOULDN’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THAT. STUPIDASS.

what’s reallyyyyyyy fucking annoying me is that even anika and bhavya look perplexed by this whole concept of om agreeing to gauri’s wishes. ANIKA. WHO WAS FORCED INTO MARRIAGE AGAINST HER WILL. ek kambakht ‘i love you’ kya sun liya saal-bhar ke bakchodi ke baad, uski akal ghaas charrne gayi hai. 

“gauri ki aaankhon meinnnn maine tere liye pyaar dekha. MAINE DEKHA HAI!!!!!!!!”

achcha???? no shitttttt. aur woh bade bade aansoon that she’s been shedding since the day she’s met your godforsaken brother??? WOH NAHI DIKHA TUJHE, CHUTIYE?? #disappoint #brotpKoDhoka #dafaaHoJaaPlz

yeah please, focus on the fucking dabaav she’s under, and not your shitty brother. please, someone think of my girl for once. 

if i hear the word “ishqbaaz” uttered one more time to justify such absolute fuckery, i swear.............

“hum dulhaniya ko lekar hi jayenge.”

“......... whether SHE wants it or not. making us no different from ajay, really. but since we’re better looking and the leads of the show, janta maaf kar degi.” 

ok shivaay kissing om’s hand was cute af. i always love love love when he shows affection unreservedly by kissing his brothers. fuck stupid toxic masculinity where you can’t show your brothers and friends how much you love them. 

deeeeeeeeeep cleansing breath to exhale out all the bitterness i’m feeling today towards shivika, or i’ll never be able to enjoy their couple scenes. 

snort. anika cussing out lappuji and his shoddy work. 

yup, this freakout at signs of aging is real. *bathes in anti aging serum in a desperate attempt to cheat time* 

don’t know if you tumblr bachchas can relate though, coz other than a handful of us here, literally alllll of you are tiny little babies who should still be in your mom’s wombs. 

LMAOOOO THIS IMAGINATION. ANIKA YOU IDIOT GIRL. 

god he looks so good in the black tho. 😍😍😍

billu LITERALLY be like: 

“aisa hota hai. is umar mein log satthiaa jaate hai thode.” 

first of all, shivaay would never use the word “satthiaaa”. it’s such an anika word.

also fuck off billu. you were born satthiyaaaya hua. 😒😒😒😒

wifey mad. and sad. 

“ek baar tumhari taraf dekh liya maine, uske baad main kuch aur nahi dekh paaonga. kuch bhi nahi.” 

nowwwwwww we talking. 😏😏😏😏

also lol, this is kinda making anika sound like the ark of the covenant? like if he looks at her directly, he’ll go blind? 

ok i’m not sure i feel this romance, with her still in the wig, and him looking so unlike him in this outfit, but his sexy voice is A++++++++++ 

OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER BEFORE YOU TWO GET ACCUSED OF INCEST

lmaoooooo “kitne jaale shaale ho gaye, NOT COOL!” 

baal baal bache. 

LOL. baal baal, geddit? coz both of their baal.... hee hee hee. 😂😂😂😂😂😂

diljeeet do minute ke liye votiiii ke saath busy kya ho gaya, digvijay has swooped riiiiiiight in and taken his place with all the titliyaan. 

that girl in the dark blue outfit is a goddamn babe and all kindsa goals honestly. lord give me her face and hair and outfit! 

#same bhavya. saaaame. 

is he really going to shoot this gun inside the damn house???? fucking idiot. 

lmaoooooooo bhavya’s glee at his incompetence. 

HAAAAAAA, I AM REALLY LOVING BHAVYA MORE AND MORE THESE DAYS. WHAT A CUTIE. 

back to these two and their weirdass oedipal romancing. when i was like i wanna see shivika role playing, this is reaaaaaalllly not what i had in mind. 😕😕😕

OMFG SHIVAAY STOP IT YOU IDIOT 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈

ouff these cuteass idiotssssssss. 

YES PLEASE REMOVE THIS STUPIDASS FUCKING WIG ALREADY

SO MUCH BETTER. YES. NOW PLEASE MAKE OUT. 😚😚😚

.... nope. one more interruption. goddddd, can you fuckers just lock the goddamn dooor!!?!!!!

ohhhhh ho, kya chutiyaapa hai?!?!?!!! 😒😒😒

lmao shivaay you fucking idiot, why are YOU screaming???? 😂😂😂

oufffff, these two aunties are really annoying me. can they die plz? 

meanwhile unnecessary angst here between rudra/bhavya that literally no one cares about. 

are we to get any rikara today or saara episode aise hi bakchodi mein waste hona hai???

“mazaak aap apni khud udvaate hai.” 

preach. tell him, girl. 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

lord, who’da thunk that i’d grow to be a fan of bhavya??? not me! matlab, i’m happy that the writing of her character has improved and she’s really likable now, but hella sad that it’s come at the expense of rudra’s character. 

lmao did he just call her “MEAN”????? rudra, what are you, fucking 12?

ok fuck thissss stupid angst nonsense. you fully deserved that thappad for the BS you pulled at her goddamn fucking wedding, rudra. you have zeeeeeeero grounds here. less than zero. 

why is anika being forced to sleep with these two buddhis??? 

BULBULLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!! OMG AANKHEIN TARAS GAYI THI TUMHARE LIYE. 😭😭😭😭😭

she’s here to rescue bhaujaaaai. bless her hearttttt, honestly. no one in this fucking show deserves the perfection that is gauri kumari sharma. she’s the best human being of them all and should be worshipped. 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

hein? shivaay - maaaaaaaaaa scene??? matlab... okay??? 😕😕😕😕

WHAT? EVEN MAAAAAA KNOWS THAT ALL THESE ARE OBEROIS????? 😯😯😯😯

she’s not as clueless as she looks, this maaaaaaa. 

god, even maaaaaaaaaaaaa is focused on gauri’s majboori only in the context/frame of OMG SHE’S LEAVING OMKARA. fuckkkkk omkara, and think about GAURI. 😑😑😑

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH. 

that isn’t the child actress who played anika in the flashback tho, is it??? chalo ok, whatever. key here is that shivaay’s potentially gonna bring aniRi together and oh my god i am already fucking crying at the ideaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

these fuckers are legit having a slumber partyyyyy here. 

poor ajay. he has no idea what’s coming for him and his planned wedding.

[leonbastralle]

She’s Not Dead - A Giant Reply Post

Yes you read this correctly! I am currently alive (physically)! For now. Let’s hope it stays that way.

elvensimming replied to your post “i have a fever and my head plus neck feels like it’s breaking in half...”

Hugs <3

ohmypominit replied to your post “i have a fever and my head plus neck feels like it’s breaking in half...”

*sending a virtual hug* get better soon! ♥

plumbmeow replied to your post “i have a fever and my head plus neck feels like it’s breaking in half...”

i'm sorry, that really sucks D: i hope you get better soon!

melien replied to your post “i have a fever and my head plus neck feels like it’s breaking in half...”

GET BETTER SOON

lisassimscreations replied to your post “i have a fever and my head plus neck feels like it’s breaking in half...”

Auch wenn's spät kommt: Gute Besserung..! :)

monets-pumpkins replied to your post “i have a fever and my head plus neck feels like it’s breaking in half...”

D: sending my love ❤ if you need to talk I'm always here

Thank you all guys ;_; things just added up and that headache really was the worst I’ve ever had...I didn’t mean to be so negative but I couldn’t help it. As I said, I’m feeling a lot better today (no headache, no fever, just very weak) so I hope that’s permanent. About the other crap, I didn’t even mean to bring that up there’s not much to talk about I’m just very Done with real life people at this point. Anyway I appreciate you all taking the time to read that post and leave a comment! It means a lot ♥

(also Lisa you weren’t even late xD)

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset

He's a good dad

he is The Best Dad because he comes after his own dads

melien replied to your photoset “Some miraculously good ice cream!”

it looks so realistic

ts4 ice cream is SO COOL and all the kinds and toppings and everything I love ;_; I haven’t even tried half at this point

melien replied to your photoset

I remember this pic and it's the best

it was the pic I chose for everyone who got spoilers because it was my fave xD for a short time only, today and tomorrow you’ll see why it didn’t stay that way!

melien replied to your photoset “T: This might not be the most awesome wedding ever, and you know how...”

Aww Trellis, you're the best at romantic talk ;___;

Trellis will disagree, but I’m happy you think so!

melien replied to your post “Annie of Green Cheeks says Hi”

I can't even tell something's wrong with you man

thanks XD no but rly it was only very slightly poofy at that point, just green. It’s still green now but other than that it’s fine.

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “C: OOOOoooOOOooooo~”

What a cutie!

simphonics replied to your photoset “C: OOOOoooOOOooooo~”

so precious ��

I LOVE this child.

simphonics replied to your photoset

Ahhhh so cute

Idk what this was about but since I’m currently posting Miracles I’m just going to agree because everything Miracles related is cute ;)

evanurisandruil replied to your post “Annie of Green Cheeks says Hi”

POOOOOOOOOOF

I’m no longer poofy will you still be my friend

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “T: So this is it. S: This is it. T: I like it. I have purpose. It’s...”

im crying can i adopt trellis as well she's stepping right into one of my fave traits i promise ill treat her and her husband well

sjhmbfjahbsfjahbvfjas STOP MAKING ME SO HAPPYYYYYYYYYYYY ;-; you can totally adopt all my sims we can have a mutual adoption thing (also theres more food for you next week at some point i think if you like this)

theladygrace replied to your photoset “Late night ice cream cravings.”

Same, I'm always hungry for ice cream

I feel like I’m not even that much of an ice cream person any more (I used to be) but it’s just so pretty in TS4 that I always have some around!

pixeldemographics replied to your photoset “T: So, was it everything you dreamed of? S: And more. Trellis, I wish...”

shes right his hair is nice

ofc she is

simphonics replied to your post “Annie of Green Cheeks says Hi”

Man, I've got to act like I know how to right poetry for my next heir too. Halp

ohhh yay good luck! we can pretend we’re pros together because mine is also for next gen ;)

twinsimskeletons replied to your post “Annie of Green Cheeks says Hi”

your thing*

twinsimskeletons replied to your post “Annie of Green Cheeks says Hi”

I feel like there are no rules to poetry, just do you think and slap the word poem on it

I want it to be gooood thooooo xD

thatsimslove replied to your post “Pervs And Cuties And Things I Can’t Take Credit For - Replies”

I loved flameus but I'm super excited for the next gen too trellis is great and I'm excited to see that babe

well that’s a relief! Truth be told they will always have the most special place in my heart together with the gen 8 boys (smh impatient me) so I do understand. I just feel like it’ll be difficult to live up to my own high standards after this xD

twinsimskeletons replied to your photoset

plz be careful boy

fun fact he accidentally cut himself

elisabettasims replied to your post “Pervs And Cuties And Things I Can’t Take Credit For - Replies”

And because I didn't comment before about this. SAAAAAAAALIIIIIIIIM. He's my current Sim's grandpa (Rosemary).

SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALIIIIIIIIIMM seems to be great in every game but mine xD I hope nobody will be mad for my depiction of him!

pirouettingplumbobs replied to your post “Pervs And Cuties And Things I Can’t Take Credit For - Replies”

Hey now worries! I just wish his namesake really was a doughnut. We could all take a big bite out of him and spit it out in the trash.

I’d watch that!

pixeldemographics replied to your post “Pervs And Cuties And Things I Can’t Take Credit For - Replies”

damn i didnt even mention my appreciation for you yelling SAAALIIIIIIIIIIIIMM

its ok the meme was distracting

pixeldemographics replied to your post “Pervs And Cuties And Things I Can’t Take Credit For - Replies”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA this was the best meme U DID JUSTICE

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF I AM A COOL FRIEND(TM) NOW

[queercapwriting]

Maggie Worshiping Alex (”I love you” smut)

prompt from @thebiwisebrownkid -- “some like happy playful smut where they focus on the i love yous and alex's badassery. Basically maggie worshipping alex and showing her how much she loves her by wrecking her in multiple different ways. plz dont dwell too much on the trauma or the stalking or alex almost dying. shit happened recently and im focusing on the what ifs too much and rn sanvers is the only thing distracting me and alot of the new fics arent really doing that.”

They said it once, and they said it twice, and they said it three times.

They said it, and they haven’t quite been able to stop saying it.

“I love you, Alex Danvers,” Maggie whispers as she kisses the back of Alex’s neck while Alex is brushing her teeth.

“I love you, Maggie Sawyer,” Alex grins after she spits, Maggie kissing the toothpaste away from the corners of her lips.

“I love you,” Maggie gasps when Alex lets her mouth roam down her jawline, down her throat.

“I love you back,” Alex breathes while Maggie navigates her by her hips out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

“Do you want me?” she asks before she goes any further, because Alex’s pulse is thrumming under her lips and Alex is whining and Alex is exhaling “I love you”s with every breath, but she needs to be absolutely sure.

“Please,” Alex begs, and Maggie smirks.

“Please what, Danvers?” she can’t help but tease, because Alex Danvers is always, always, always destructively attractive.

But Alex Danvers, blushing and grinning and spluttering and flustered?

Is near the top of Maggie’s growing list of weaknesses.

“I... Maggie, please, I...”

Maggie steps back just to hear Alex whine, and she’s rewarded richly.

“Maggie!” she moans, reaching for her, and Maggie melts into her instead of dodging her, lets Alex toss her backwards onto the bed, the thrill of Alex’s strength coursing through Maggie’s blood like oxygen.

“Such a badass, Danvers,” Maggie tries to sound cool, collected, unsurprised, but Maggie is shook and Maggie is soaked and Maggie is so, so far from chill.

“Mmm, I am, aren’t I?” Alex tries to straddle her, but Maggie has other plans.

“May I?” she asks, and Alex cocks her head in an unspoken question.

“May I make love to you, Alex Danvers?”

Alex softens immediately, all the cockiness of a moment ago gone like it was never there, and Maggie delights in the way Alex trusts her enough to let go like this with her.

“I love you, Maggie,” is Alex’s only answer, and her body pliantly follows Maggie’s down to the mattress, Maggie arranging Alex on her back, slowly, slowly, slowly stripping away her clothes, lifting her shoulders, her hips, as needed, asking each step, each new thing, if it’s alright, if she wants it, if she wants her.

“God, Maggie, yes, please,” Alex whines, and Maggie chuckles into her stomach.

“And here we are again, Danvers. Please what?”

“Mags -- “

“What, my badass girl can’t tell me what she wants?” Maggie winks, but her gentle fingers on Alex’s wrist tell Alex that if she really isn’t in the mood to talk, of course she doesn’t have to.

But god, does she want to.

“I want you to fuck me, Maggie. Please.”

Maggie smiles and crawls up her body to kiss her lips soundly. 

“Mmm, I will, Ally. I promise you that. But I’m gonna worship you a bit first, okay?” She leans up on her hands and glances down Alex’s naked body, licking her lips unconsciously.

“The woman I love deserves to be worshiped.”

“The woman you what now?” Alex asks, because she will never, ever, ever tire of hearing it.

“The woman I love, Danvers. You, in case you were wondering.”

“Mmm, I was, you never know, you could be talking about someone -- ah!” Her banter cuts off into a sharp scream that makes Maggie freeze, but Alex begs her, begs her to keep going, because Maggie’s lips have found Alex’s nipple, and Alex needs more, more, more.

She tangles her fingers in Maggie’s hair and she grinds her hips up into Maggie’s thigh, and she moans and she writhes and she begs and she pants, I love you, I love you, I love you.

When Maggie lifts her lips from Alex’s hardened nipple, Alex whines and tries to press Maggie’s head back down, but Maggie presses her palm over Alex’s breast and tugs at her nipple just the way Alex likes. 

“Gotta give both of them the proper amount of attention, babe,” she chides her playfully, and Alex’s laugh turns into a sharp gasp when Maggie makes good on her word, lowering her lips, her tongue, her teeth, to Alex’s other nipple, licking and sucking until it’s hard and pebbled in her mouth, until Alex can do nothing but whine and moan and beg her not to ever, ever stop.

“I’ll never ever stop because I will never, ever stop loving you, Alex,” Maggie whispers when she pauses for breath, pauses so her jaw can take a break, pauses so she can look down instead of up into Alex’s eyes.

“I love you, Ally Danvers. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything.”

“Maggie,” Alex breathes, tears stinging her eyes, and Maggie kisses her until both of their faces are wet.

“Can I continue?” she asks, and Alex squeaks, and Alex nods, and Maggie grins, because Maggie will never, ever finish her task of worshiping this woman, of making sure this woman feels as special, as loved, as needed, as wanted, as desired, as worthy, as she deserves to.

She starts with a continuation of what she started on Alex’s breasts, but she doesn’t end there. 

Doesn’t end there, because she has other places she needs to be.

So she takes Alex’s fingers into her mouth, slow, slow, searingly slow, keeping eye contact with Alex the entire time, and Alex has never thought she could cum from just looking at something, but the way her fingers disappear into Maggie’s lips, the way Maggie’s eyes scald hers with raw want, raw reverence, raw need? 

She is so, so quickly coming undone.

Maggie takes Alex’s fingers, wet from her lips, from her tongue, from her mouth, and places them on Alex’s nipples, and, with her own hands, encourages Alex not to stop playing with herself while Maggie occupies her mouth elsewhere.

Alex tosses her head back into the pillows and Alex writhes and Alex screams, and Maggie has never been more in love.

“I love you,” she whispers with each kiss she presses down Alex’s torso.

“I love you,” she murmurs with every lick she sends shivering up Alex’s inner thighs.

“May I?” she asks when her face is between Alex’s legs, and Alex begs, and Maggie tells her she loves her with words, and then without, as she lowers her mouth to Alex’s clit, dragging her tongue firm and slow across her most sensitive spot, making Alex pant, making Alex writhe, making Alex beg and scream and bruise Maggie’s lips with her wild thrusts, and Maggie doesn’t mind because god, god, god, this woman is everything.

“I love you, Alex,” she moans as she brings her tongue lower, lower, so she’s fucking Alex with her mouth, and Alex pleads for more, for deeper, for harder.

“You want my fingers inside you, Danvers?” Maggie wants to know, her voice an octave lower than usual, and Alex can only answer with her screams, with the way she brings her hands to tangle with her own hair, with the way she keeps repeating that she loves her, she loves her, god she loves her so much.

So when Maggie slips her fingers into Alex’s dripping body, one by one by one, and she feels Alex tighten around her, and she curves her fingers deep inside her body that she knows Alex needs, she keeps her lips, her tongue, occupied with her clit, shifting so when Alex thrusts -- and god, does Alex thrust -- Maggie’s chin can give her the pressure on her clit she needs to accompany the way Maggie is beckoning her fingers deep, deep inside her.

And when she cums, it isn’t loud like it usually is. 

When she cums, squirting all over Maggie’s hand, all over Maggie’s forearm, making Maggie moan deeply into Alex’s clit, grinding her own hips down into the mattress because god, the woman she loves is the sexiest woman that’s ever existed or ever will exist, she isn’t loud like she usually is.

When she cums, it’s with a string of soft, desperate “I love you”s on her tongue.

“I love you, Maggie Sawyer. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“What a coincidence, Alex Danvers. I love you, too. So, so, so much.”