#it started off more seriously than it ended

[cinnamqnx]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ love island ft, mha & jjk men

summary. the my hero academia & jujutsu kaisen men as love island contestants

୨୧. the lover boys ,

these men are the ones who went on the show to genuinely find love. they lock down with one girl the whole show, staying loyal in casa amor and during any ‘tests’ that come around. they’re such sweethearts, only focused on their girl and just so excited for when they get to leave the villa with your hand in theirs.

(mha) midoriya, bakugo, kirishima, todoroki (jjk) yuji, yuta, choso, geto

୨୧. the heartbreakers ,

these men are the ones who play the field shamelessly, not particularly looking to find their soulmate on a tv show. they don’t really take any of the girls they’re getting to know too seriously, after all the show is about exploring your options to find who’s most suited to you. and you can’t blame them! they’re in a beautiful villa with even more beautiful girls around them allll day, how could they not get to know them all? though, it’s never much of a surprise to anyone else when they’re leaving the villa completely single.

(mha) dabi (jjk) gojo, sukuna, toji (if he wasn’t scheming)

୨୧. the secret heartbreakers ,

these men are the ones you expect to be lovers, coming off as sweethearts during the start of the show but somehow end up breaking girl’s hearts. they don’t necessarily plan to be heartbreakers on the show, but they’re not about to denying themselves and throw all their time and energy into only one girl when there could possibly be someone else more suited to them. ultimately though, they eventually find out the grass isn’t greener on the other side, and end up spending the rest of their time grovelling.

(mha) hawks, kaminari, sero (jjk) also yuji (idk i can just see it happening somehow), inumaki, ino

୨୧. the game players ,

these men are here for one thing and one thing only. 50k. they do not care about finding love whatsoever, more than happy to fake it til they make it. they’re also little shit stirrers, so sneaky trying to break up other couples to make theirs seem like the strongest one. people wouldn’t clock on to this at the start of the show with their sweetheart act. but after their behaviour gets more and more repetitive, the public and the other islanders start getting suspicious of their actions.

(mha) monoma, dabi (jjk) toji

୨୧. the watchers ,

these men wouldn’t even go on the show, staying home and simply watching instead. why on earth would they go on public television with everyone watching critiquing their every move? although, they can’t deny that some small part of them lives for the drama. they’re sat at home with their girlfriends every night, pretending like you’re forcing them to watch it (they asked 20 minutes ago if you were putting ‘that silly show on’). watches so intently and gets super passionate when they see something they don’t like. adamantly refused that it happened when you try bringing it up.

(mha) aizawa, also bakugo, shinso, tamaki (jjk) nanami, megumi, higuruma, shiu

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[finelinevogue]

pretty boy

summary - the team is out for drinks and people can’t stop hitting on your boyfriend

pairing - spencer reid x bau!gf

word count - +1k

“He’s so hot.”

“Ugh that hair!”

“He is so kissable.”

You had only been at the bar for an hour and you’d already hit your limit for the amount of women that have hit on your boyfriend.

The worst thing about it, is that Spencer is so oblivious to it that you feel silly for being even a little bit jealous.

You were currently at the bar ordering some drinks and were listening to a group of girls lust after your boyfriend, who was currently sitting with the rest of the team in a booth.

“I mean seriously… he looks like he’d know how to please a woman.” One of them said.

You gave the girls a brief look to make sure you weren’t making things up in your head and to your dismay they were all looking Spencer’s way. Curse him for sitting at the end of the booth.

You then looked back to Spencer who was listening intensely to something Rossi was saying.

He did look good. Like, really good.

He’d recently had a haircut that made him look that little bit older, whilst also keeping that youth. Hotch had told him he looked like he was part of a boy-band, which in a way he did. The hot one, if he was.

You loved his new hair. It was so fluffy and soft. Perfect to run your hands through.

It just irked you that other people were thinking the same thing. And so openly.

He was even extra handsome tonight with his work clothes on. It was hot so he had taken off his waistcoat, so it was just his shirt - which he had rolled the sleeves up on - his loose tie and his fitted trousers.

“I’m going to go talk to him.” One of them said, making you tense up.

You wished the bartender would hurry up so you could go back and sit next to Spencer already. You trust Spencer more than anything - but it was these girls you didn’t trust.

“Oh my God. Never mind. He’s coming over here. How’s my hair?”

You thanked the bartender as he placed the drinks on a circular tray in front of you.

The girls were all nervously excited next to you.

Until they weren’t.

Because you felt Spencer slide up behind you, resting one of his hands at the bottom of your spine and the other placed on the bar edge.

“You okay?” He asked, leaning down to kiss the top of your head as you swayed your body into his.

Spencer was standing perpendicular to you so it gave you the opportunity to rest the side of your head on his chest. It allowed you to just breathe him in as if it were just you and him in the room.

You nodded slowly, not really knowing how else to answer.

“Need help with these?” He asked, tapping the tray.

“Please.”

“M’kay. I’ll get these. You grab some straws.”

You were sad when his hand left your back to reach for the tray of drinks. You also really wanted to take Spencer away from these girls though.

Before you could both go back, one of the girls touched Spencer on his forearm and questioned him.

“Excuse me, are you two together?” She asked, only looking at Spencer for the answer. It was almost as if you were invisible.

“Uh, yeah. We are.” Spencer gave a polite smile.

“Oh.” She said, surprised.

Spencer didn’t respond and neither did you. He just smiled before nudging you to keep walking.

Once you were out of their earshot he asked, “That was weird right?”

“Yeah.” It was your turn to give him a small smile this time, keeping your head down as you returned to the booth.

<.><.><.>

The atmosphere had changed.

You had felt good at the start of the night - an hour ago - but now everything felt a little different.

It no doubt had everything to do with the girls that had been surprised that Spencer was dating you. Also it didn’t help that Spencer still looked great and was gaining more and more hungry eyes.

You sipped your drink even though you weren’t interested in having a good time any more. You wanted to be alert in case you needed to be for Spencer’s sake.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” Spencer said.

He was still sat on the end of the booth, but he had one arm tucker over the back of the booth and down around your shoulder to keep you pressed close to him. For someone who was okay with not fully understanding social interactions, he had always done a perfect job of being with you.

The rest of the team were talking and laughing over drinks.

“It’s okay.” You shook your head.

“It’s not if it’s bothering you.” Spencer argued.

“It’s silly.”

You looked from the team to the rest of the bar where people were still looking Spencer’s way.

Damn, why did he have to be so attractive?

You weren’t sure how to approach the subject with Spencer though. He was too sweet to take his gaze off you for even a second to notice how many gazes were on him. It wasn’t even a him problem. Good for him for looking so pretty, but it was just difficult trying to be okay with the extra attention that him being pretty came with.

It sounded so stupid and it didn’t even make sense to you, so it was impossible trying to think of how to bring it up to Spencer.

“Is it the case?” Spencer asked.

You sighed, “No.”

“Did I do something? I feel like that’s quite likely.”

You shook your head, feeling yourself getting worked up about this.

Spencer’s arm pulled you further into his body and his other arm detached from his drink so he could rest his palm on your thigh.

“I’m sorry for ruining your night.”

“You’re not ruining my night. I just don’t like seeing you upset.”

“I know.”

“Well, you tell me when you want to leave and we’ll go okay?”

“Okay.”

<.><.><.>

Spencer was brushing his teeth when you blurted out those three words.

“Sorry if I was weird tonight.” You apologised, finishing off your nighttime routine in Spencer’s apartment.

He mumbled something along the lines of ‘it doesn’t matter’, but it was hard to tell when he had a mouth full of toothpaste.

Your chest heaved heavy breaths as you watched him with adoration.

He looked so soft and homely standing in his bathroom, brushing his teeth in his pyjamas with you. He was just so damn perfect and it was because of that that you had to tell him.

“It was your hair!” You blurted out before you could control yourself.

“Huh?” He questioned with a mouthful of toothpaste still. He took a brief glance to the mirror to check his hair before turning back to you.

“Your hair! I think it’s made you really hot. N-not that you weren’t hot before Spence but- oh my god, what am I saying?” You let out a shaky breath before continuing, “I was jealous okay? Really jealous because everyone at that bar was staring at you like they wanted you and I-I know you and me are— and you would never— and I — but I just…

Spencer spat out his toothpaste.

“Y/N…”

“I couldn’t stop thinking that like you’re mine and what right did they have to chat you up, let alone look at you that way? I mean—.”

“Babe…”

“I love you, okay?!” You proclaimed. You stood there in shock for a moment, not knowing where to take this now that you’d announced that.

“Y/N…”

“I do.” You nodded rapidly, “I do, I really do love you a-and I think it really hit me tonight when I saw you being loved on by all those other women.”

Spencer dropped his toothbrush and took a step towards you.

“All of that tonight was because you love me?” He questioned, trying to wrap his head around this.

“I think so, yeah.”

You pulled the sleeves of your jumper down over your hands as something to fidget with. You were growing nervous now for Spencer to say something.

“Well that makes sense.” He nodded, “I.. I think that means I love you too.”

“Really?” You asked, eyes wide as you watched him figure things out for himself.

“Yeah. I mean… I was frustrated as you sounded at all those men looking at you all night. It was driving me crazy.”

“People looking at me?” You frowned.

“You were the prettiest person in the room.”

“Spence…” You pouted, feeling your eyes tear with happy emotions.

You can’t believe that he had been feeling the exact same as you all this time. All it would have taken was a conversation earlier to talk things through and you both wouldn’t have been feeling so vulnerable.

“I love you, Y/N, even though I’m telling you in the most un-romantic setting.”

“You’re wrong. This is like the most romantic it could be for me.” You smiled and looped your arms around his neck. You felt his come around your waist.

“This?”

“Yeah. You, me and a little bit of toothpaste. That’s all I need to know that I love you.”

“And my hair.”

“Huh?”

“I distinctly remember you talking about how hot my hair was before…” He chuckled and you thumped your forehead down on his chest to escape the embarrassment.

“Stop.”

“No, never. Just like I’m never getting another haircut.”

You lifted your head at that, resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him with heart eyes.

“I could live with that.” You smiled.

Spencer stayed looking at you for a few moments.

You could tell he was taking a minute to process everything as well as continue to study every little feature on your face. You prompted him to say something when he stared a little too long though.

“Just like seeing you smile. That’s all.” He said.

It was as simple as that.

You both loved each other. You both loved seeing each other smile. To keep that a forever kind of thing you would have to promise communication and accept there’ll be moments of jealousy. Those moments will be made better though when you remind each other that it’s each other you’re going home to.

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Maybe something for wally where she gets a small injury and gets frustrated with the fact that she had so many lately. R takes care of her, makes sure she looks after herself and follows the doctors/physios orders and reassures her she'll be fine, some angst and some fluff at the end

Lia Wälti x Reader

- You don’t get it -

WC: 905

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Warnings: injury mention? Short?

The sound of Lia’s hiss as she sinks into the couch makes your stomach twist with worry. You can see the way her jaw tightens as she gingerly props her foot up on the cushions, her frustration palpable even though she hasn’t said a word since you left the training ground.

The injury isn’t serious—just a slight sprain, according to the physios—but it’s enough to sideline her for at least a couple of games. And for Lia, that feels like the end of the world.

You sit down beside her, handing her the ice pack you’d wrapped in a towel. “Here. Keep this on it for a while.”

She takes it silently, pressing it to her ankle with a little more force than necessary. You watch her carefully, noticing the way her eyes are fixed on the floor, her brow furrowed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask gently.

She shakes her head, but the tension in her shoulders says otherwise.

“It’s just a small setback, Lia,” you continue, hoping to draw her out. “You’ll be back on the pitch in no time.”

That’s when she snaps. “You don’t get it!” she blurts out, her voice sharp enough to make you flinch. “It’s not just this one. It’s all of them. I feel like I’m constantly getting injured lately. It’s like my body’s falling apart, and I can’t… I can’t keep up anymore.”

The anger in her voice cracks at the end, giving way to something far more vulnerable. She’s not just frustrated—she’s scared.

“Lia…” you start, but she cuts you off.

“What if this is it?” she asks, her voice quieter now but no less intense. “What if my body just can’t handle it anymore? What if I can’t play the way I used to?”

You hate seeing her like this—so defeated, so unlike the steady, composed Lia you know. But you also know that pushing her to look on the bright side isn’t what she needs right now.

Instead, you reach out, placing a hand on her knee. “Hey,” you say softly, waiting until she meets your eyes. “I know it feels like everything’s piling up right now, but this isn’t the end. It’s a sprain, Lia. It’s going to heal, just like all the others did.”

She looks away, her jaw tightening again. “But what if the next one doesn’t?”

You shift closer, your hand still resting on her knee. “Then we’ll deal with it. Whatever happens, you’re not in this alone. You’ve got the team, the physios, the doctors—and you’ve got me.”

Her eyes flick back to yours, and you can see the sheen of unshed tears in them. “I just feel so useless,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re not useless,” you say firmly. “You’re one of the most talented, hardworking people I know. And taking a few weeks to recover doesn’t change that.”

She doesn’t respond, but the tension in her shoulders softens just a little.

“Now,” you continue, trying to lighten the mood, “you’re going to follow the physio’s orders, take it easy, and let yourself heal properly this time. No rushing back before you’re ready, okay?”

She arches an eyebrow, a hint of her usual sharpness returning. “Are you planning to supervise me?”

“Absolutely,” you reply without missing a beat. “Starting with making sure you don’t sneak out to train when you’re supposed to be resting.”

Her lips twitch, and for the first time since the injury, she almost smiles.

Over the next few days, you take your self-imposed role as Lia’s caretaker very seriously. You make sure she sticks to her physio’s regimen, even when she grumbles about it. You bring her snacks, water, and anything else she might need so she doesn’t have to get up unnecessarily.

At first, she’s resistant—too independent to fully embrace being looked after. But as the days go by, she starts to relax, leaning on you a little more, both physically and emotionally.

One evening, as you’re helping her adjust the ice pack on her ankle, she speaks up.

“You know you don’t have to do all this, right?” she says, her tone soft but serious.

You glance up at her, surprised. “Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

She hesitates, looking down at her hands. “Because it’s a lot. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not a burden, Lia,” you say firmly, taking her hand in yours. “You’d do the same for me if the roles were reversed.”

She looks up at you, her expression unreadable for a moment before it softens. “Thank you,” she says quietly.

“Always,” you reply, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

By the end of the week, Lia’s mood has improved significantly. She’s still frustrated by her limitations, but the spark in her eyes is starting to return, and she’s even laughing more often.

One night, as you’re sitting on the couch together, her head resting on your shoulder, she lets out a contented sigh.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she murmurs, her voice drowsy but sincere.

You smile, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Luckily, you’ll never have to find out.”

She chuckles softly, the sound warming your heart. And as you sit there, holding her close, you know she’ll be okay—and so will you, as long as you’re by her side.

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In Another Life

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Prompt - ‘In another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you.’

Bucky Barnes was nothing if not a man who felt too much. He’d fight fiercely for those he loved, he’d make an idiot of himself to get the attention of the woman he loved. He let himself get knocked around if it meant he could catch a glimpse of her scowl that he’d always manage to turn into a smile.

“Seriously, Barnes?” You groan as you walk into the medical tent, seeing the familiar sight of James Barnes on one of your beds.

“It wasn’t my fault this time!” He lied, watching as you shook your head but there was a fondness to it.

Bucky could read you like his most favourite book at this point. You’d been appointed to 107th to join their medical team and it didn’t take long to capture the attention of the Sergeant. He had fallen for you in that first meeting, watching you boss around men twice the size of you, putting them into place without fear, putting him in his place when he tried to play off a pair of broken ribs as nothing.

Since then Bucky had done anything to be around you, he’d had his nose nearly broken, he’d fractured his wrist, he’d faked more stomach bugs than he could count. You didn’t buy any of them, you never did and yet you still let him take up one of the beds in the medical tent for hours on end. 

“We both know that’s bullshit.” You called him out and he didn’t even try and look guilty anymore, instead he shot you a bright grin and shrugged in a what can you do way causing you to roll your eyes though there was no heat in the gesture. “What is it this time?”

His smile widened impossibly as he lifted his shirt up, noticing the way your eyes took in the sight appreciatively before they widened at the cut across his torso, a blood soaked rag falling down as he lifted his shirt.

“You’re a real piece of work, Barnes, you know that?” You asked, starting to gather your supplies before sitting next to Bucky, the grin still firmly in place, slightly more smug now that he’d seen you take him in.

“Don’t deny it, doll, you love me patching me up.” Bucky said confidently, knowing that you could have demanded one of the other nurses deal with him if you really didn’t like him.

“There’s better ways to get my attention, no need to go get yourself all cut up on my behalf.” You told him, watching as his eyes widened slightly and a smirk pulled at his lips. “Ready?” 

“For you, doll, always.” He smirked and you groaned again causing him to laugh, though it was quickly silenced as you pushed the needle through his skin, slowly patching up the wound and letting Bucky fill the silence, fighting back a blush as he spoke.

“There’s my most favourite nurse!” Bucky called as he stumbled into the med tent, leaning heavily against another soldier, his skin pale and sweaty.

“What happened?” You ask straight away, gesturing for the soldier to put Bucky on the bed closest to you as you get to watch stripping the uniform of the man and frowning at the amount of blood pouring from two wounds on his stomach.

“He got shot, ma’am.” The soldier answered and your frown deepened, looking up at Bucky who’s eyes were half lidded but he was still grinning at you, apparently no injury was bad enough to wipe that damn grin off his face.

“‘M fine, Y/N.” He tried to assure you, seeing the frown between your eyebrows deepen and you could help but let out a soft huff of laughter, moving to get some needles, tweezers, gauze, pads and everything else you need.

“Told you there’s better ways to get my attention, didn’t mean go and get yourself shot, Buck.” You say softly, sitting next to him and cleaning the blood, checking him over and seeing both wounds were clean through, good no need to go digging for bullets.

“Shit, doll, you’re calling me by name. My dying?” He asked, slurring the words out and your heart ached at the slight tremor in his voice.

“Come on, it’s me we're talking about. You really think I'm about to let you die?” You ask him, forcing a smile onto your face and looking up at him assuringly before focusing on the worst of the two wounds.

“Better not let me die, Y/N/N, gotta take my girl out on a date.” He breathed out, looking at you so softly, groaning when you pressed down on his wound. “Fuck, doll.”

“Your girl, huh?” You shushed him softly, keeping him talking, needing him to stay alert for your own sanity more than anything.

You took a deep breath, knowing you needed to stay calm in order to make sure Bucky got through this, to make sure he didn’t lose any more blood than he had. You needed to push aside your feelings aside and focus on the patient.

Even if that patient was Bucky Barnes.

“Best girl around.” Bucky slurred out, a choked laugh escaping him and you let yourself smile. “Fixes me up all the damn time, even though she knows I’m an idiot.”

“You certainly are an idiot.” You agree easily, watching as he glares at you, a dazed smile still firmly in place. 

You had cleaned the wound well enough that the blood had stopped pouring from it and focused on patching it up, keeping Bucky talking the whole time, even as he winced and flinched, his eyes falling shut.

You were fine so long as he kept talking.

The second gunshot wound was much easier to patch up, you had it cleaned and packed quickly and once they were both dealt with you sat back heavily, looking at Bucky’s face, watching as he forced his eyes open and looked at you drained.

“All done, doll?” He asked, voice thick with tiredness and you smiled softly at him, eyes stinging slightly as you swallowed around the lump in your throat.

“All done, soldier. Get some rest.” You told him, your own voice thick with emotion and you stood up, needing a minute to yourself, eyes watering but a hand on your wrist stopped you from leaving.

“Stay, doll?” Bucky asked softly and you couldn’t bring yourself to say no, a single tear slipping down your cheek as you turned around and sat back down, Bucky forcing his heavy eyes open and frowning at you. “M’alright.”

You nodded, you knew he was, you were the one to patch him up and yet you felt like you couldn’t catch your breath now that you were done. Bucky practically lived in the med tent, you were used to him being hurt, used to fixing up his many injuries. This one was different though, this one was serious.

You’d never really had Bucky in your med bay because he needed saving. There were so many factors that could have changed the outcome, if the gunshots had caught Bucky a bit to the right it could have caused damage you couldn’t have fixed, if it had taken them any longer to get Bucky to you he could have lost too much blood. It was the first time you’d had Bucky in serious danger.

It’s not like you were stupid, you knew who he was, what his job was but when it was just the two of you it was easy to forget there was a war going on outside, easy to forget that seriousness of his job. 

“You’re alright.” You breathed out, another few tears making their way down your cheek and Bucky reached down, threading his fingers with yours and bringing them up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand, his eyes closed. “Sleep, Buck.”

Bucky nodded, following the command easily.

After that day you let yourself give into Bucky’s flirting, giving it back just as quickly as he gave it, realising it could all be snatched from you all too soon.

It was a few weeks later, you and Bucky had practically been inseparable. All his free time had been spent with you in the med bay and he savoured each moment he got with you, his little piece of heaven during the war.

You frowned as you walked towards the med bay, hearing one of the nurses raise her voice. It wasn’t entirely uncommon, most of the soldiers looked down at a woman doing a job, sometimes it was called for but when you stepped closer your eyes widened when you heard Bucky.

“Sergeant Barnes-” The nurse tried again but Bucky cut her off.

“No! I want Y/N.” Bucky demanded, like the med tent was the sort of place to be making demands. 

You rolled your eyes stepping into the tent, Bucky not noticing you but the nurse's face filled with relief as she saw you before glaring at Bucky.

“You know,” You say, causing Bucky’s head to snap over to you, your eyes immediately going to the trail of blood falling from his temple. “When your head’s bleeding, people usually aren’t picky about what nurse they have.”

“What can I say? I have my favourite nurse, no point ending up in this place if I don’t get to see my girl.” Bucky grinned at you and you rolled your eyes though there was a fondness you couldn’t deny and you nodded at the other nurse, taking over.

“What happened this time?” You asked, holding a damp rag against the wound.

“Cut my head jumping out of the way of a bullet.” Bucky told you and you sighed, pulling the rag away and seeing the blood had already begun to slow. “Hey, when are you finally gonna let me take you out?”

Bucky had been asking you out ever since he got shot and each time you never gave him a real answer because how could you? There was a war happening, even with his free time he couldn’t just leave to go on a date with you.

“Come find me when you’ve won the war.” You finally told him, watching a blinding grin spread across his face, eyes lighting up as he nodded.

“Doll, I’m gonna marry you once the war’s won.” He swore and the way he said it, you had no choice but to believe he would, you weren’t complaining, the rest of your life with Bucky Barnes seemed like a pretty good life.

“You promise?” You grin back at him, the man unable to help himself, pulling you closer to stand between his legs and closing the distance between you, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilted your face up to his, his gaze intense, before his lips claimed yours in a fierce, passionate kiss full of promise of a future. You couldn’t help but gasp at the sudden intensity, your hands clutching at his shirt. The world around you faded away as you both lost yourselves in each other, the kiss leaving you both breathless.

“I promise. I’m gonna marry you when this is all over.” He promised and rested his forehead against yours. “On my life, we’re gonna spend the rest of our lives together.”

You hear the tent open and turn around from where you stood sorting through your supplies, rolling your eyes but not stopping the grin that spreads across your face.

“Here comes trouble.” You say to yourself, loud enough for Bucky to hear and he just grins back at you, sitting himself on the closest bed to you. “What is it this time then?”

“Oh nurse Y/N, you gotta help me.” Bucky groans, clutching his heart. “My heart is hurting so bad, think I’m having withdrawals from seeing my best girl, think you gotta cure for that?”

“You’re an idiot.” You laughed at him, swatting him with a rag before going back to organising your supplies, knowing the men were heading into another battle and you’d need everything ready for when they came back.

“Come on, doll.” He pouted dramatically over at you, jumping from the bed and turning you to face him. “A kiss for good luck?”

You rolled your eyes again, something you did a lot in the presence of James Barnes but couldn’t help but smile up at him. Bucky smiled down at you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek in his hand, delicately running his thumb across your cheek bone before he guided you up to him, meeting you halfway and then his lips found yours, gently at first. Slowly, he deepened the kiss, becoming more passionate as he pulled you impossibly closer, his other hand moving to the small of your back and you couldn’t help but melt into him, arms wrapping around his neck, a soft sigh escaping your lips.

“Come back to me, soldier.” You told him when the two of you finally pulled away, foreheads resting against each other.

“I got promises to keep, doll, course I’m coming back.” He said, watching as you blushed at the reminder of his promises.

Bucky stole another handful of kisses before one of the men came in, telling him he had to leave.

“See you soon, gorgeous.” He grinned, pressing one more breathtaking kiss to your lips before running out of the med tent and you sat on one of the beds, watching the spot where he had stood, smiling like a fool in love but you couldn’t deny that’s what you were.

Too much time passed, not enough information was given. You paced holes in the med tent floor, he should be back by now. Something was wrong, there were whispers but nobody would tell you anything, everything was on a need to know basis and it was driving you mad.

It had been well over a week since Bucky left and the ache in your chest grew as more and more days passed without a single word.

When the med bay tent opened your head shot round, there were dark circles under your eyes, your hair was a mess from the amount of times you’d ran your hands through it. You shook your head when you saw the commanding officer step into your tent.

“Don't.” You said firmly, eyes already filling with tears and the man frowned, a grim look on his face.

“Nurse Y/LN,” He started and you shook your head, “I regret to inform you that Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes is missing in action and after our best efforts to identify the location of him and the 107th, we believe he has died in the line of duty. I know this must be difficult news to hear, but please know that you have the full support of the military and all available resources to assist you during this difficult time." 

You felt your legs give out, hitting the floor and sobs wracked your body, the choking feeling you got seeing Bucky shot coming back in full force, head shaking as you pleaded with any god that would listen to bring him back.

The commanding officer left, leaving you a sobbing mess on the floor. 

“He promised.” You choked out to nobody. “He was meant to marry me.” 

You stayed there for a long while, crying for hours for the loss of what could have been. It would have been amazing, a lifetime with James Barnes and now, now you had to miss him for longer than you had known him.

Maybe in another life he came back to you, maybe in another life the war was won and he came back to you, swept you up in his arms and kept every promise he ever made. Maybe in another life, you had lazy mornings in bed, in another life you did the mundane stuff like taxes and laundry together.

Maybe in another life you had more time.

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Contract

"Wake up Amanda"

Amanda blinked, confusion and drowsiness washing over her as she stumbled a bit, thankfully the man who had spoken to her was quick to catch her and steady her back on her feet.

"Easy there Amanda, I know it's disorienting, just take it slow. Good girl" the man said reassuringly

She shook her head a bit, trying to regain her bearings. She hadn't responded to the name Amanda for over a month now, it took a moment to even recognize the man was speaking to her, but being called a good girl sent a wave of calm and contentment through her that helped slow her thoughts enough to focus. That was right, she was Amanda, and this man had been her employer for the past month... what was his name again? The memory of that was fuzzy, the only name she could come up with was Master...

"Ngh... is it always this bothersome when we wake up?" Amanda grumbled, letting Master guide her to a chair as she rubbed her temples "no offense Master, but you should really work on this... also why can't I remember your name?"

Master chuckled "it gets easier the more used to it you become. This was your first time so it makes sense your thoughts are jumbled. As for my name, that's a bit of a safety precaution. Can't have you spreading word about this position around after your employment ends, everything is technically above board, but you never know what kind of protesters might show up on principle" he explained

"Right... the position... " Amanda mumbled "so I've seriously been your slave for a month? I can only remember bits and pieces. Guess that's part of it huh?"

"Yes, we can negotiate how much you do or don't want to remember. Some of my girls enjoy knowing exactly what is being done to them in their waking lives, some wish to leave their work lives separate. For trial runs like this we default to partial remembrance, in case you decide not to renew" Master said with a nod, providing her a laptop "feel free to confirm your payment was received and anything else you like. I'll have a servant bring you something to drink that should help. We can talk more when your head is fully clear"

Amanda nodded, logging into her bank account, wow, that was a lot more zeroes at the end of her balance than she was used to. Checking the transaction history, it was legit. Exactly the amount he'd promised, and a little more to boot for "extraordinary performance." She didn't know what that referred to but she blushed at the words, she had a decent idea.

A woman "dressed" in what one might classify as "underwear" if they were feeling generous came in with a plate of food and a fizzy drink. Amanda couldn't help but steal glances at the woman as she stood at attention, smiling down at Amanda blissfully.

"T-thanks" Amanda murmured, focusing on her meal. Is that what she'd looked like? The woman seemed so happy and content, didn't even seem cold from the lack of clothing.

It was hard to believe this job was real. Voluntarily be turned into a hypnotized slave for a predetermined length of time, all living expenses covered, and get paid a generous wage to use as she saw fit during her time off. She could even set limits on what tasks she'd be used for... though the less restrictions she placed on her service the more she was paid.

When Master had approached her with his offer she'd almost called the cops on him to have him carted away to an asylum. Only a sizable up front deposit had convinced her to humor him... but there was no denying it was real now.

When Master returned, he carried with him several different contracts. "Now that you've had time to clear your head, I've brought you options to review going forward. You can, of course, decide this job isn't for you. But you did quite well here, I'm prepared to offer you quite a generous starting wage." he said, putting the various contracts down in front of her.

Amanda looked over the contracts, various lengths, with varying amounts of time on and off duty. With what she'd made already she could easily walk away, this nest egg would carry her a long time. She could go back to her old boring job, serving customers with a fake smile, following inane orders from bosses who either didn't know or didn't care how impossible their expectations were. All for a pitiful wage that wasn't remotely worth it. It'd be better now, with these savings she had... but...

Amanda glanced at the slave next to her, that blissful expression mixed with arousal now that Master was here. Was being a hypnotized slave really worse than being a wage slave? She could feel like THAT all day, and live in luxury on her weeks off. Work this job for a few years and she could even retire!

She barely needed to think about it as she took the longest-term contract on offer, filled out her choice of restrictions, and signed her name. Probably the last time she'd be using her name for quite a while. Her Master smiled.

"Glad to have you with us, my Good Girl. Now then, slave A-42 activate"

Amanda smiled as the trigger took hold, she was going to enjoy this new job.

[darthannie]

Raymond Leon NSF/W Alphabet

a/n: written from a “x f!reader” perspective. @lau219 requested this and thank you SO much for doing so. Smut under the cut!

AFTERCARE, what they’re like after sex

He’s quite doting but in a clinical way. He wants to make sure all of your needs are met first before he takes you in his arms and holds you. If you’re in bed he’s inclined to cuddle until one of you has to leave. To calm himself down after particularly intense moments, he likes to talk to you. He never has anything to say, but hearing your voice soothes him more than anything else could.

BODY PART, their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s

His favorite part of his body are his hands. His favorite part of your body is your hips, especially when he’s able to grab onto them. More specifically the part of your body that hinges when you bend over. He likes grabbing there a lot.

CUM, anything to do with cum, basically

He loves cumming inside you. It makes him feel closer to you. He feels deeply satisfied watching it drip out of you. He likes pushing it back in with his fingers and slowly pressing himself back inside you just to do it all over again.

DIRTY SECRET, pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

He likes snooping around your underwear. Clean. Dirty. He’ll pick out his favorites for you to wear for him on special occasions. 

EXPERIENCE, how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?

Oh, he knows what he’s doing. When he was younger he was out a lot more, and more bold. Now, he’s settled down into his life. And with you in it, he feels truly alive again. He's putting all his experience into practice with you. And yet, he still learns new things with you all the time.

FAVORITE POSITION, this goes without saying

Anything that ends with you bending over. Doggy, standing, anything as long as you’re folded over and ready for him. The feeling of him pushing up against you makes him want to never stop. His favorite part is grabbing your wrists and pinning them to your back or your sides as he thrusts into you relentlessly. 

GOOFY, are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.

He’s rarely in the mood for a laugh and that is no different when he’s ready to do it with you. It’s a very serious endeavor for him. Especially when he decided to take your relationship seriously. Every time he has sex with you it feels like he’s on a mission to make you (and himself) feel as good as possible. 

HAIR, how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.

He keeps himself clean and trimmed. He’s quite particular about it and always has been.

INTIMACY, how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect

He can come off as pretty intense. It’s rarely lighthearted. The first time the two of you had sex was after months of seeing each other. He didn’t want to open himself up to someone until he was sure about him (his time is valuable to him and he didn't do much other than work).

JACK OFF, masturbation headcanon

He rarely does. The only times he finds his hand drifting down, down, down is when you’re away from him for too long. He starts slow and steady before losing himself in the moment. He grunts, moans, and bites his fist. He gasps as he cums all over himself and then gets annoyed that you're not there to help him clean up.

KINK, one or more of their kinks

He loves impact play and leaving marks. He makes you count out the times he spanks you. When you’re on your knees for him, he likes to give you light slaps on your face, enticing you to open up for him. He only gets rough and leaves marks when you let him. You have tiny welts where he lightly broke skin with his teeth. They’re only in places for you and him to see so you have little reminders of what he's done to you. They make both of you blush. He also has a slight breeding kink, mainly just so that you know that your his. 

LOCATION, favorite places to do the do

The bathroom. Not elaborating. Next question. 

MOTIVATION, what turns them on, gets them going

He loves it when you stroke the nape of his neck. It’s a simple, comforting gesture that reminds him to relax every once in a while. When you’re alone, he often uses it as an excuse to kiss your wrist, which turns into a kiss of your palm, and then a kiss on countless other places on your body.

NO, something they wouldn’t do, turn offs

He does not like it or find it endearing when you feign needy or act cutesy. He usually just rolls his eyes and ignores you. He can tell when you’re using it against him to rile him up. He’ll admit, he likes that part. 

ORAL, preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

He loves feeling your lips around him. It’s his favorite form of stress relief. He’s good at giving head but it makes him nervous. Even after all his years, he still wants to make sure he’s “doing it right”. 

PACE, are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

It depends on his mood. Hard day at work? Feeling unfulfilled? He’s going to use that as an excuse to fuck you relentlessly. However, he’s really good at noticing what your needs are, and sometimes you don’t want hard and fast. He loves taking his time to notice small things about you. He watches how your eyes squeeze shut as he enters you and how you run your fingers through his hair to pull him in...

QUICKIE, their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.

He’s not opposed to them, but due to the nature of his job that’s all he has time for sometimes. He’d much rather lose sleep while fucking you properly at night instead of just finishing for the sake of finishing. 

RISK, are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

He usually likes to stick to what he’s used to, but sometimes you bring new things out of him and push him to his limits. He finds it liberating. He gives into the darker sides of him and it brings the two of you closer together.  

STAMINA, how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?

There are days where he feels he can fuck you for hours. The most you two have gone was three rounds but he made you cum five times. You were spent.

TOYS, do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

He doesn’t own any. He finds them frivolous and would much rather have the real thing. 

UNFAIR, how much they like to tease

The only time he teases is when he takes his sweet time with you. He smiles at your reactions and how genuinely you need him. It makes him feel wanted.

VOLUME, how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

He keeps it quiet for the most part. When he's about to cum he gets louder. His moans are soft and quiet. He saves his sweet nothings for afterwards.

WILD CARD, a random headcanon for the character

More fluffy than anything, but you make him want to quit his job. He’s devoted so much of his life to his work, he wonders what it would be like without it.

X-RAY, let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

He’s not one for showing himself off, but he knows how much you love his body. Lean, toned, and absolutely gorgeous. He's decently sized, more than enough for you to choke on and make you feel full.

YEARNING, how high is their sex drive?

Sex isn't his top priority ever really. However, he adores you and a kiss is enough to get him going. He adores you and you genuinely are the light of his life.

Zzz, how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

It doesn’t take him long to fall asleep afterwards. His days are exhausting, so falling asleep after isn’t an issue. He loves to wrap himself around you. He puts his guard down when he's in bed with you and he feels completely at peace.

[tanghuyuj]

we get, the same! a woonhak smau

#10 - shrek the musical

synopsis: it’s the start of the new school year and you’re not excited whatsoever. though, your classmate and desk partner, kim woonhak, is beyond excited. you two evidently don’t get along well, bickering left and right. but when you begin to notice small details that woonhak does for you and it seems as if your whole school is just waiting for you to get together, you start to spiral.

warnings: written with 2 attachments! written is ~1.1k words. other warnings are food (ihop) anddd i think that’s it.

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“what are you doing here?” you asked, staring woonhak up and down, face crinkled in disgust.

he was wearing a blue collared dress shirt with gray slacks and a matching blazer. he cleans up nice, is what you thought, not wanting to admit that he looked very, very handsome, though.

he raises his eyebrows, “i could be asking you the same thing?”

you scoff, realizing jihoon’s master plan. this is why he changed his mind and decided to give you the ticket.

woonhak walks down the aisle muttering ‘excuse me’s’ to the people he passes, until he gets to the seat exactly next to you on your left. with a full box of popcorn in one hand and the other resting in his pocket, he stands in front of you and gives you a cheeky smile.

you cringe—just a tiny bit.

he sits down in his seat and starts crunching on his popcorn as loud as one can be as the two of you wait for the musical to start. your thoughts redirected to jihoon, cursing him out in your head.

you opened your phone and decided to share these thoughts with him, just to kindly remind him how badly he is going to get it later.

you turn off your phone and put it on your lap with a sigh. you looked to your left, where woonhak was sitting, but he was already staring at you.

“what?” you question, raising an eyebrow.

he smiles, the one where his teeth show a little. “you were texting like you did on the first day of school; aggressively.”

you roll your eyes, turning away to direct your attention towards the stage. you mumbled, “how am i going to make it through this musical..”

he doesn’t seem to hear you as he continues, “so.. do you like shrek the musical? it’s really a small fandom you know, not may people take it seriously.”

you chuckle, “yeah and for good reason, it’s not something to be taken seriously like that.” you turn to him again, and realize he’s now frowning at your words. you clear your throat, “but.. yeah! i like shrek the musical. i.. i do take it pretty seriously.. i guess?”

his cheeky smile is back immediately after hearing your words. “right! it’s actually so good! people just have to give it a chance and they’ll realize how amazing it is.”

you slowly nod, about to reply, but the venue turns dark—signaling that the musical is about to begin. you turn to the stage, unknowingly smiling at your somewhat short yet awkward conversation with woonhak.

☁️*･゜ﾟ･*:.༄

the musical comes to an end as the audience erupts into cheers, applauding the cast as they gracefully bowed one by one. you held back smiling like an idiot, since you found it somewhat embarrassing if the boy next to you (who was grinning ear to ear) saw how much of a musical nerd you really were. (not that he isn’t more of one than you..)

the lights turned back on, and you quickly got up, collecting your things.

“wait!”

you hear woonhaks voice.

raising your head, you look at him with a confused expression, but still gesture him to continue.

“um..” he looks around nervously. “want to, uh, go to ihop?”

you blink, giving him a look filled with even more confusion. “what?” you asked, truly emphasizing the word.

he stood up, still holding his popcorn in one hand and scratching the back of his neck with his other hand. “i just mean.. i was kind of planning on getting pancakes after this and wondered if you wanted to join?” he gave you an awkward smile that was almost.. endearing? his eyes wander the floor, “or.. if you like pancakes?”

you pause in disbelief before breaking into laughter. “are you being serious?” you say in between laughs.

“um.. yes?” he hesitates.

you realize that he is, in fact, not joking. you clear your throat, “oh, uh..”

“you.. don’t have to,” woonhak murmured, now fidgeting with his box of popcorn.

you press your lips into a thin line. “will you pay?”

he stops fidgeting with the box and finally meets eye to eye with you. “what?”

there’s a pause, and your eyes are locked for what feels like forever.

“bummer, guess i’m not going. see you at school then woonhak!” you shrug, starting to walk out of the aisle.

he’s quick to grab your arm, pulling you back to face him. (the space between you two definitely being smaller than it should be.) his eyes are widened and his lips are slightly open.

“i’ll pay!”

you smirk, “okay, let’s go.”

☁️*･゜ﾟ･*:.༄

the two of you arrived at ihop, exiting woonhaks car and entering the diner style breakfast restaurant.

you were somewhat surprised when woonhak told you he drove, it was something you didn’t expect from him to tell the truth, but you figured it wasn’t fair of you to assume as you didn’t know him all that well.

standing at the entrance, you and woonhak awkwardly waited from someone to seat you. maybe this was a bad idea—maybe you should’ve just gone home, is what you thought.

blinking you out of your thinking, a waitress approached the two of you, taking two menus from the counter and guiding you to a table.

“anything i can start you guys off with?” she said monotonously, she sounded tired.

you opened the menu and scanned it quickly to find the drinks.

“could i just get a hot chocolate, please?” you ask.

she nods in response before turning her attention to woonhak, looking at him with droopy eyes as she tilts her head to the side.

“hm..” woonhak hums, obviously not getting the hint that she’s trying to hurry him.

he looks at you and then turns to the waitress. “i’ll get what they’re having,” he smiles, motioning to you.

she nods and walks away slowly, basically dragging herself around the restaurant. you chuckle and woonhak looks at you in confusion.

“what is it?” he questions.

you giggle, “couldn’t you tell she was wanting you to decide quicker?”

he blinks, ears flushing a bit, “no.. not really..”

you turn your attention back to the menu. “what pancakes are you going to get?” you ask.

he seems to have already planned this out as he exclaims, “the world famous pancake combo with blueberry pancakes, extra whipped cream, sprinkles, and a smiley face!”

you blink at him a few times, processing each word he just said. “sounds… great?”

he nods happily, “what are you getting?”

you ponder for a moment. slowly, you say, “probably.. the same combo but with the chocolate chip pancakes.”

“that’s a good one!” he grins, “are you going to get a smiley face on yours?”

you cock an eyebrow at him, “what’s with you and these pancake smiley faces?”

he pouts, “ihop. smiley faces. it just makes sense. you have to get a smiley face on your pancakes when you go to ihop. it’s like, an unspoken rule!”

“really?” you say with a sense of sarcasm, giggling.

woonhak replies, matching your tone teasingly, “really.”

maybe this was a good idea after all.

maia’s note: AHH I LOVE YNHAK SO MUCH !! i hope u all enjoy this chapter! i was honestly itching to release it cuz it’s definitely one of my favorites so far.. likes, reblogs, and feedback are always appreciated! 🩵

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[yandere-romanticaa]

I seriously have to stop falling for BookTok hype. Most of the books have the exact same formula and I am getting so tired of it.

Fourth Wing, ACOTAR, Powerless - these are just a few that I've read in the past year and it all feels like the same story told over and over again.

I will tell you the plot for all of these books right now - hot but poor little petite girl is really weak but she's stubborn, which that makes her strong and special. Little petite girl meets a big strong man who is in some high position of power, he's natrually handsome, is amazing in bed and is also often a little tan. Big strong man falls head over heels for petite girl, there is a plethora of sexy banter between them and the book may or may not end on a little cliffhanger but you know that they will all be fine in the end.

And look, I'm not here to give you shit for liking these books. I feel as though they're the female versions of standard male power fantasies. For example, most isekai anime have a male protagonist who is the strongest character in the show and he ends up getting a harem of women who love him. Women meanwhile usually like to read more than men so their needs are usually catered to here. The things that the fem MC has to overcome are usually easy to read and are typically creative, which gives the story a bit of an edge, especially if you're a very casual reader who just wants to shut off her brain for a while.

But I just find it so interesting how the modern writer has mastered this very specific formula which manages to cater to the masses, especially BookTok. I've noticed that a lot of books have started to advertize themselves as tropes such as Enemies to Lovers in order to look more appealing online, which feels a little tiring sometimes.

I also feel tired at how cheated I feel whenever I read these books and just go. Oh. That's it?? Boo!!!!

If you love these kinds of stories, knock yourself out. Have fun with them, I don't see them going away anytime soon. Hell, I am someone who legit enjoyed Haunting Adeline of all things (and the creators other works) while still thinking that the book is kinda shit LOL.

[shipper4everships]

BuckTommy Fluffebruary: Day 16

~AU: didn’t know they were dating~

It all started by chance. Buck had just started his service at 118th station, while Tommy was in the process of transferring to station 217. Tommy’s transfer was delayed, so they began working together. Tommy was usually a composed and somewhat introverted guy, not quick to let people close, but Buck was so sincere and open that Tommy let his guard down.

They became friends, and Tommy showed Buck some of his secret tricks that helped him on the job, which later came in handy for Buck on calls. 

"Hey, you only told me about them in my second year here - why does the rookie get such privileges?" Eddie asked teasingly. 

On their days off, they sometimes went to the gym together or invited each other to the bar for a beer and to watch a match. 

"I thought you weren't very into basketball before, Buck. Something changed?" Chim in with a grin. Buck just waved off the question.

When it came time for Tommy to complete his transfer to station 217, he briefly thought about refusing it because he was afraid their communication would end. But Buck turned out to be better than he could have imagined and supported Tommy’s decision to transfer.

"If flying is your dream, then you have to follow it!" 

Tommy couldn’t argue with that.

Now they didn’t see each other as often, but they were always in touch. There were nights when they both stayed up until morning, texting or talking on the phone about everything under the sun.

"Buck, you look awful... You were up all night talking to Tommy again, should I tell him to stop messing up your schedule?" Hen said, half-seriously, half-joking.

"He’s not messing anything up, I called him first!" Buck blurted out, then realized what he’d said.

They continued meeting occasionally at the bar, but it became harder to sync up due to shift changes. One day, Tommy suggested Buck come over to his place for a couple of hours so they could see each other, and Buck gladly accepted.

They kept visiting each other to watch movies or cook together. Until one day, the moment happened: Buck cuddled up to Tommy while they were watching a horror movie, and Tommy turned to him and kissed him in the dim light of the room. To Buck’s surprise, he didn’t pull away. On the contrary, he eagerly joined in.

Since that evening, not much changed between them, except that their texts became more flirtatious, their touches more frequent, and that kiss on the couch wasn’t the last, but rather the first in a series of others.

They wished each other safety before every shift, and it was always the case, but now it felt different - as though there was something more behind that wish, as if they started caring for each other more.

Buck wasn’t sure how to feel about it, but he was afraid of losing the connection that was growing between them, so he decided to keep everything between the two of them and see where it could lead.

Was it really a surprise when, not long after, they slept together for the first time in Buck’s loft? They didn’t talk about it or anything that happened between them, but Buck lay in bed in Tommy’s arms the next morning, feeling like he was exactly where he needed to be.

Maddy called him a few days later and invited him to dinner at the Buckley-Han house, and Buck enthusiastically agreed.

"Buck, I just wanted to check… if you want, you don’t have to come alone," Maddy said cautiously.

"…What do you mean?" Buck was caught off guard by her words.

"Maybe you’ll introduce us to your boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?" Buck asked, glancing at Tommy, who was sitting across the table from him. Tommy had overheard Buck’s part of the conversation and looked at him. In his eyes, Buck saw curiosity and something more… maybe hope?

Buck ran through their relationship over the past few months in his mind, and everything in his head and heart finally fell into place.

"Yeah, you’re right." Buck smiled into the phone. "Set another place at the table because I’m bringing my boyfriend." Buck said those words and caught Tommy’s answering smile.

When he hung up, Buck leaned across the table, and warm lips met him halfway.

He wasn’t sure where this would lead, but now he knew. Now he would do it right. @bucktommyfluffebruary 💗

[mattszombie]

FAKING IT? || M.STURNIOLO

chapter 3

enemy!matt x fem!reader

As they stepped out of the locker rooms at the same time, their paths collided, and naturally, so did their attitudes.

“I don’t know why you’re walking like you’re the MVP,” Matt said, arms crossed. “Last I checked, you missed two shots.”

Tess scoffed, adjusting the strap of her duffel bag. “And last I checked, I scored four. Which is two more than you will in your game next week.”

Matt smirked. “That’s funny. Almost as funny as you thinking you’re the better captain.”

The bickering escalated as they walked ahead, completely oblivious to the fact that both teams had fallen in step behind them, watching with amused expressions.

“They seriously can’t go five minutes without arguing,” Ethan muttered to Chris, shaking his head.

Sophie, walking alongside the girls, smirked. “At this point, it’s just foreplay.”

Jordyn snorted. “One of them is gonna snap one day, and I don’t know if it’ll end in murder or marriage.”

That was when, mid-argument, Tess and Matt seemed to realize how quiet everyone behind them had gotten. They both whipped their heads around at the same time, eyes narrowing.

“What?” Tess demanded.

“Why are you all looking at us like that?” Matt added, suspicious.

Their teams exchanged glances, biting back laughter.

“Oh, nothing,” Sophie said innocently, nudging Jordyn. “Nothing at all.”

Tess rolled her eyes and turned back around, muttering under her breath. Matt just scoffed and kept walking.

By the time they reached the parking lot, the teams split up—most of the girls piled into cars heading toward Tess’s house to help set up, while the boys went off to do whatever guys did before a party.

Tess’s house was big enough to comfortably fit half the school, which made it the perfect party spot. As soon as they arrived, the girls wasted no time getting cleaned up, taking turns showering while others started decorating.

By the time 10 p.m. rolled around, Tess had finally finished getting ready, stepping out of her bathroom in a fresh outfit, only to find her teammates still talking about the one thing she didn’t want to hear about.

Matt.

“I swear, the tension is insane,” Jordyn said, setting out snacks on the kitchen island. “Like, if they don’t hook up by the end of the season, I’ll be shocked.”

“I think they already have,” Sophie chimed in, grinning.

Tess groaned, throwing a hand in the air. “Oh my god, can we not?!”

The room fell into silence for about half a second before Sophie smirked. “Aww, is someone mad?”

“Yes. Because all of you are delusional.”

Jordyn crossed her arms. “Okay, but if you did like him—hypothetically—”

“I don’t.”

“—you wouldn’t even admit it, would you?”

Tess shot her a glare. “No, because there’s nothing to admit.”

Sophie just exchanged a knowing glance with Jordyn.

“Sure, Tess. Whatever you say.”

Tess exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples.

-

Tess was drunk. Like, properly drunk.

She was perched on the kitchen counter, a half-empty red cup in her hand, absolutely screaming the lyrics to whatever song was blasting through the speakers. Her teammates were just as hyped, dancing around and laughing at how absolutely unhinged she looked.

That was when the front door swung open, and the boys’ lacrosse team flooded in. Among them, Matt, Chris, and Nick.

Nick wasn’t on the team, but as the photographer for both lacrosse teams—and the triplet who somehow managed to tolerate the most nonsense—he was always around. Tess actually liked talking to Nick. He was fun, easygoing, and most importantly, not an annoying, insufferable ass like his brother.

So, when she spotted him walking in, she immediately dropped the scream-singing act and grinned.

“Nick!” she slurred, dramatically reaching her arms out.

Nick laughed, walking over to her. “God, how much have you had?”

“Enough,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. “Not enough to be dead, but enough to make this party actually fun.”

He shook his head. “You’re a mess.”

“I am the mess,” she declared proudly, gesturing vaguely to the chaos around her. “But I’m a fun mess, so it’s fine.”

Nick just laughed, leaning against the counter next to her as she kept rambling about something ridiculous—probably a mix of game highlights, why she hated Matt, and some unnecessary deep dive into why red Gatorade was the superior flavor.

And then, of course, Matt had to ruin it.

She saw him approaching out of the corner of her eye, and the moment he got close enough, she instantly hopped off the counter and made a beeline for the next room without a second thought.

Matt blinked, looking at Nick. “What the hell was that?”

Nick barely suppressed a smirk. “What’d you do?”

“Nothing.”

Nick gave him a deadpan look. “Yeah, and I’m straight.”

Chris, standing nearby, nearly choked on his drink, laughing as Nick just patted Matt’s shoulder and walked away, leaving him standing there, scowling after Tess like she was the problem.

The Drink Incident

Tess had successfully avoided Matt for a solid thirty minutes, which, given their history, was a personal record.

But, of course, peace never lasted long when it came to them.

She was in the living room, laughing with Jordyn and Sophie, when she heard his voice.

“Tessa.”

She exhaled sharply through her nose before turning around. Matt stood there, arms crossed, already looking like he was gearing up for a fight.

“What do you want?” she asked, already annoyed.

“You’re wasted,” he said flatly.

She scoffed. “And you’re observant. Congrats.”

His jaw ticked. “I’m serious, Tess.”

“Yeah? And?” She took a dramatic sip of her drink. “Last time I checked, you’re not my babysitter.”

Matt narrowed his eyes. “No, but maybe you should have one, considering how reckless you are.”

“Oh, please,” she laughed, shaking her head. “You act like you’re so responsible, but let’s not forget that you got caught sneaking beers onto the team bus last season.”

Matt smirked. “Still mad you didn’t catch me first?”

Tess rolled her eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re infuriating.”

The tension thickened, the rest of the party slowly tuning in, sensing another classic Matt-and-Tess blowout.

And then, because she was Tess—and because she was drunk—she did something reckless.

She grabbed her drink and, without hesitation, threw it straight at his chest.

The room collectively gasped.

Matt stood there, stunned for half a second, his once-dry shirt now completely soaked. Slowly, he looked down at the mess, then back at her.

His expression was unreadable.

Until he took a step forward, and in a calm voice, said,

“Tessa, I’m gonna kill you.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, shi—”

Before she could react, Matt lunged.

In one swift motion, he grabbed her by the waist, hoisted her up, and threw her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.

Tess shrieked, kicking her legs and smacking his back. “Matt! Put me down!”

“Not a chance,” he said, already walking toward the backyard.

“Matt, I swear to God—”

“Swear all you want, Tess. You’re going for a swim.”

The crowd erupted, following them as the realization set in.

He was heading for the pool.

Tess was screaming, pounding her fists against his back. “Matt, I swear to everything—you put me down right now!”

Matt just laughed. “Nah, I think you need to cool off.”

“TELL ME YOU WOULDN’T DARE—”

They stepped outside.

And the pool was right there.

A/N: im debating on publishing chapter 4 tonight or tomorrow

[studiogrimm810]

Stoned and Nostalgic

pairings/characters: (best friend/pining) sam x gn!you, dean is barely there

summary: when sam confides in you that he got accepted to stanford, you make him promise to go and never look back, but when you see him years later and back on the road with dean, you demand an explaination as to why he gave that up

warnings: getting high, angst, talk of jess and her death,

word count: 2,301

A/N: this was a request!! tysm for reaching out :):) also, if anyone wants to be tagged in my future works feel free to ask ^.^ (edit: might make a more yearning version of this cause i realize it’s not as aching as the request asked for,,sorry!!)

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The night sky above was clear, shimmering stars from light years away tease your meaningless existence and you rest on the hood of your fathers car. A long drag of a loosely rolled joint fills your lungs with a biting smoke and you exhale, watching as the puff dissolves just above your eyes. A hand slacks into your peripheral and you pass the joint over to Sam.

You had known Sam for years. Ever since your dad and John teamed up on a hunt back in ‘92, it was often you got to share moments like this with the younger Winchester. He also always had the best weed.

Tonight, the dads and Dean were out on a hunt and you didn’t expect to see them for a few more hours. Not that they cared much about your ‘extracurricular activities’. Getting high with Sam was something you often found yourself looking forward to. You never felt safer than when you were with Sam, not just physically but emotionally too.

As summer nears an end, the cool night air rings with cicadas. You looked forward to the autumn months, the changing leaves with a more interesting landscape to get high too observe. Plus, this was the first year you didn’t have to go back to school. You and Sam were graduated adults now but right now, stoned and bodies pressed close, you still felt like dumb teenagers playing hooky.

“I missed you, been too long,” you say, taking back the joint as he passes it to you. Something is different with him though. He’s been quieter, more tense and quite eager to get to smoking.

“Yeah,” he says bluntly with a hint of sadness.

“Maybe with both of us outta school, we’ll get dragged on more hunts,” you pull in a fresh drag. “Wonder why we didn’t get involved with this one.” Sam just hums in response.

Even if his mind is full of thought, the air between you two stays light and dizzy. The joint doing its job.

Sam sits up, resting his forearms on his knees and running a hand down his face.

“I um-,” he clears his throat. You sit up with him and tilt your head, flicking some ash off the tip. “I gotta tell you something,” he looks straight ahead, working his jaw.

“What’s up?” You ask, taking another drag, the smoke dropping a haze over the seriousness of his demeanor. He’s quiet, amping himself up to say what he needs to.

“I got some pretty good news,” he says, but his face isn’t holding the excitement it should.

“Well, spill,” you nudge his shoulder.

“A few months back I applied to some colleges for the hell of it,” he starts, “I got accepted to a few,” the haze starts to thin, “I got a full ride for two. I chose the better of the two- Stanford.”

You’re shocked, the thought of college never even crossed your mind. It was out of the cards for you, not even an option to entertain with an SAT score.

“You’re kidding,” you exhale. Of course if anyone could swing a full ride to a school like that, it would be Sam. “That’s amazing!” You scoff, wrapping your arms around him and holding the joint away so it doesn’t get in the way. “Oh my god, when do you start? What did Dean say?”

Sam chuckles softly, shaking his head, “I haven’t told anyone else yet.” You feel honored. “I have to be there for orientation on Sunday.” Five days from now. Reality hits. Sam is leaving for good.

“Oh!” You try to remain excited for him but you can already feel the ache of his absence. “What are you gonna tell him? Or your dad?”

“I have no fucking clue,” he looks up at the sky, plucking the joint from your fingers. “They are gonna be pissed.” You want to argue that they’ll be ecstatic because who wouldn’t be? But you know John and the kind of father he is.

Silence washes over you two and you let the news settle.

“You’re gonna do great things, Sam,” you finally speak up. “You’re gonna change the world. You’re so damn smart and they’re lucky to have a student like you,” you list off your exact beliefs. “You’re gonna get out,” you breathe out.

Sam looks over to you as you stare above, envy buried under pride for your best friend. A small smile perks your lips and your chest swells with emptying exaultation. You can feel his empathetic eyes bore into your temple. He feels bad, you know he does.

“You deserve this,” you turn to him with glossy eyes. “You just have to promise me one thing.”

His jaw tenses with held back words and he sighs but nods.

“Don’t come back,” you shake your head, ignoring how his expression turns a bit confused and maybe even hurt. But you don’t care if it hurts him now. “You deserve more than this,” you gesture out to the desolate motel parking lot, “you deserve an education, a regular job, a spouse, a good house in a good neighborhood, maybe even a few kids if they're in your cards. You deserve a normal life. You can’t come back to this. Don’t let Dean or John or anybody stop you from doing what is best for you, okay?” Your words are stern and he takes the bite behind them. Your passion for his future fueling his desire to go out to California and never look back.

“I promise.”

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After working a case in Colorado, you decided to take a few days off and relax at a motel in the beautiful state. You chose a motel within walking distance to a bar and wasted no time trekking up the sidewalk and to the establishment. It was a Thursday night so it wasn’t too busy and you took a stool in the middle of the bar, ordering your preferred drink and some house chips to snack on while you watched the muted talk show on a TV behind the bar.

You had a few drinks, grazed on some appetizers and flirted with the bartender who was looking for a good tip for sure. But you didn’t mind. A few strangers come up to talk to you but you turn them away, committing to yourself for the night.

As the night goes on, the bar gets a bit more crowded and you pay your bill, leaving a generous tip and throwing back the rest of your drink. As you push out of the stool and swing your jacket over your shoulders, your eyes lock with a familiar set and you smile.

Dean Winchester was occupying a high top in the middle of the dining room. His face lights up when he sees you and you make your way over to him.

“Hey!” You greet, and he gets up to meet you for a hug. “What brings you up here?” You ask, pulling away and fixing your jacket.

“Just driving, looking for a case,” Dean shrugs with a kind smile. It had been years since you last saw Dean. You had helped him and John with a nest of vamps back in ‘04.

“It’s so good to see you,” you look over to see an empty chair with a coat slung on the back and a fresh beer in front of the placement. “John in the bathroom?” You ask casually, but Dean’s face grims as he looks down at his glass.

“Actually, um, we’re looking for him,” Dean explains with a heavy inhale, looking up at you.

“We?”

You hear your name and your heart stops as you turn to see a matured and sturdy version of the beanpole you called your best friend all those years ago. A rush of emotions wrack over your body- joy, grief, confusion, anger. What was Sam doing here? It’s the middle of February, shouldn’t he be in school? It should be his senior year.

“Sam?” You ask, astonished to see the man before you. He smiles at you but the lack of your own causes his to melt away in confusion. “Why are you here?”

“What?” He asks, with a small shake of his head as if he didn’t hear you right.

“You should be in California, what- what happened?” You repeat. The promise he made is still fresh in your mind.

“It’s complicated,” he rolls his eyes at the complication and not in annoyance with you.

“No, it’s- Sam,” you scoff lightly. Ready to give him a piece of your mind.

“C’mon, let’s talk outside,” he grabs his coat and gestures for you to follow him. You head towards the door, ignoring Dean's eyes. You push open the door, stepping into the nostalgic night air, looking up at the crystal clear sky with speckled glitter for stars.

“Are you hunting?” You ask, not looking away from the sky.

“Yes,” he admits like an unfaithful spouse. He rubs the back of his neck and sighs. “It’s-.”

“You promised,” you interrupt, looking over at him with glossy eyes. The image is like déjà vu for him- but this time your eyes are damp with betrayed ache and not hopeful pain.

“Dad went missing and Dean needed help,” Sam reasons.

“Then he should’ve called me,” You combat, you hoped that Dean knew could trust you.

“My girlfriend was killed,” he upped the ante and it shuts you right up. Wiping away your anger like a switch. “The same thing that killed my mom- what my dad has been searching for- it got to her.”

Fuck. You feel awful.

“I couldn’t just ignore that- pretend like it isn’t my fault for thinking I could’ve had a shot at a life with her-,” his voice breaks and he turns away to pace a few feet.

“Sam-.”

“I gave it one hell of a shot though. Even was going for a chance at grad school,” he scoffed at how naïve he was- how stupid to think he could escape. He saw the whole experience as some sort of joke, especially since he only ended up getting the woman he loved killed.

“I’m sorry,” is all you can say. He turns to face you, his eyes shedding a few spare tears. You can’t get over how much he’s grown. He somehow got taller and is still more limb than noticeable muscle, but his face has sharpened and his eyes have aged a lifetime.

“I wanted to call you, so damn bad, but I didn’t want to see how disappointed you’d be,” he admits, looking down at the ground.

Damn, that hurts.

“No, I’m so sorry. I’m not disappointed, I just- I wanted so much more for you. I wanted you to be happy,” you explain, taking a few steps closer.

“I was,” his voice breaks as he looks back up at you. You can’t hold yourself back. You reach out to pull him close, rising on your tiptoes to reach him. His arms wrap around your body and he hangs on tight. He holds his sobs back but you can feel his body tremor.

“I missed you like crazy,” you mumble into his shoulder.

“Me too,” his words bite out quickly, he hisses back a sob, his fingers clenched into your coat.

You two stay like that for a while, allowing him time to steel himself before even thinking of pulling away. He’s in so much pain- grieving the life he almost had and the love of it too.

Conveniently, Sam and Dean have picked a room at the same motel as you and when Sam finally pulls away, you offer to call it a night and head back. You tell Dean for him, knowing Sam wouldn’t want his brother seeing him like this, and walk back hand in hand. You and Sam were always close like this, you were even each other's first kisses, so when you two got back to the motel, taking him to the room you previously booked with a single king wasn’t a second thought.

You two got comfortable on the bed and he retrieved a joint from an Altoid tin in his pocket. You listen as he tells you all about his time at Stanford- his major for Law and Criminal Justice, his friends and their lives, parties and particularly annoying professors. Then, when the drug works its haze, he’s able to talk about her.

Jessica Moore, you learn, was a kind, fiery, confident, funny young woman who had her own past that she and Sam bonded over. You rested against the headboard as Sam’s head lay in your lap and he continued to talk about anything and everything Jess. She had a mole between her brows that she was insecure of but Sam found stunning. Her wavy blonde hair would get frizzy in the rain and whenever she got too drunk, he had to talk her out of getting a Papa Smurf tattoo on her thigh.

You can tell just by the way his face ignites that he truly loved her- and still does. You don’t ever think this is the type of love he’ll be able to forget and you don’t blame him.

Hours pass and the high is fading. Sam fell asleep in your lap a little while ago but you continue to play with his shaggy locks, missing the mindless intimacy shared between you two. As much as you wished he would have stayed at Stanford, you know that he would’ve been miserable with guilt. At least on the road, he can do something. He can save other people’s Jess’. He can make a difference even if it isn’t as a lawyer.

He can avenge the death of Jess and Mary and you vowed to help him.

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thank you so much for reading!! <3

>pictures are not my own, i have the originals linked here (pinterest) >>check out my other works here

>tags: @blossomingorchids

[elaina-elaina]

Dating Creepypasta Headcannons

Warnings: fluff, Mentions of gore, idk what else😊

THESE ARE JUST HOW I LIKE TO THINK THEY'D ACT!! they aren't real so pls don't take these seriously if some you disagree with some!!

Jeff The Killer

🩸 Loves teasing you and pissing you off, he finds it hilarious. He tones it down when you actually start getting angry with him and snap at him, throwing his hands up in surrender, "Woah sweetheart it's just a joke."

🔪 A little possessive over you. Like he starts to get annoyed if your talking to another guy for to long. A little controlling over your relationships with people but it's just because he loves you.

🚬 He smokes with Ben or by himself quit a lot. He doesn't smoke around you though because he doesn't want you breathing in the smoke. One time you asked to try it and he laughed at you and started telling you, "No this shits bad for you and addictive."

🖤 He's very overprotective of you. Ben likes to mess with you just because he knows it makes Jeff mad. He doesn't like the creepies messing with you because 'only he can do it.'

🫀 He always tags along if you have a mission. He tells you it's "Just in case something happens to you!". He views you as weak and thinks the only way for you to stay safe is if he's with you.

☠️ He likes when you're sleeping with him, you don't even have to be cuddling, just knowing you're next to him helps him sleep better. You guys usually cuddle though since you love touching him, it helps you sleep better as well.

🥀 He gets pissed off when you're ignoring him, but it's fine when he ignores you. You find that a little annoying but get used to it soon enough.

💋 He gives you small forehead kisses whenever he sees you napping, he's not great at showing affection really so that's his way of doing it! not like you know since your asleep whenever it happens..

🌧️ He likes watching movies with you, he usually hates sitting still for to long but he can tolerate it when it's with you! He acts annoyed when you ask but always ends up more interested than you while watching.

🎧 He doesn't tell you that he loves you a lot. Usually when he does its like "Your lucky I love you y/n" If you do something like taking his hoodie/shirt or something.

Eyeless Jack

🫁 He's definitely the quiet type, but around you he's more talkative. That's mostly because he loves talking with you. He knows how to keep a conversation going surprisingly.

👤 Like Jeff, he's protective of you. He watches over you a lot, and goes on missions with you. He just wants to make sure you're safe, you don't mind him coming since he usually does all the work for you!

💊 I like to believe he watches you sleep a lot, since he's a demon he doesn't really need as much sleep as you do. He's also good at staying still for hours on end when you're sleeping just so he doesn't interrupt your slumber.

💙 (Ya'll I personally don't think he's insecure about his face.. that's just me though!) He of course has no problem not having his mask on around you! Also whenever you're talking he sometimes crouches slightly to be down to your height. (I think he's like 6'6)

🖊️ He loves hugs from you and stuff. Whenever you're in the living room in the mansion you're always cuddled up together, same goes for any other place. It's more of you cuddle into his side and his arm around your shoulder.

🪻 He's super nice to you, sometimes sarcastic. He just loves you so much he couldn't imagine hurting you. Sometimes he has bad thoughts about you, once a week every couple of months he gets super hungry, so he has to distance himself from you so he doesn't do something he regrets.

🪨 He loves going on walks with you in the forest, there is a creek near by that you two always go too. He loves nature just as much as you do.

🕷️ He thinks you're hilarious even when you're not trying to be. Like he finds some of the stuff you do stupid, if you're asking a stupid question you genuinely didn't know, or if you're just doing something not smart.

👁️ He smells really good, every time he eats a person he always washes up nicely, leaving him smelling great and clean which you love so very much.

👻 Whenever you two are standing in a public setting he's impulsively stands behind you, resting his hands around your waist and resting his head on top of yours.

Ben Drowned

🛏️ Ben loves when you two nap together, it's one of his favorite ways to spend time with you. He loves you being wrapped in his body.

💚 He tells you he loves you a lot, you're his favorite person and he never wants you thinking differently. He makes small jokes but not mean ones because he doesn't want to upset you! He sometimes makes freaky comments like, "Wanna watch gore together." And when you give him a weird look he just plays it off.

💻 He's huge on gaming of course! He loves when people play with him because it gives him something to do, he especially loves when you play with him. He also lets you win most of the time just to see you happy.

⚾️ He likes playing sports sometimes outside, it reminds him of when he was little when he used to play. You usually watch as him and Jeff play together, sitting on the porch or a tree stump.

🍏 He loves food, like a lot. He eats way too much, which shocks you because he's still so skinny? (Wish I had that fast metabolism😔) He's not good at cooking really, he sticks at using the stove but you help him out!

☔️ His favorite weather is either sunny or rainy. When it's raining he looks opening the curtains while gaming so he can watch it go down, or takes walks with you during the rain.

🐱 He is a huge cat lover. He always sends you videos of them if that's on TikTok, insta reels, Pinterest pictures, etc. He's always talking about kidnapping one from one of his victims, but hasn't found one with a cat yet.

👀 He for sure teleports to you through your phone. If he's bored and your not with him, he's gonna be giving you a little surprise visit..

🚬 Unlike Jeff, he doesn't really care about smoking around you unless you don't want him too. He's not that addicted to it, he does go days without smoking so it's not much of an addiction to him like it is to Jeff.

🫁 He isn't to overprotective, he doesn't care who your with that much, sometimes he gets a little jealous but that's it. If someone makes a snarky comment towards you he will say something though. Like, "Don't talk to my partner like that" or "watch your mouth".

ALRIGHT YALL I HOPEE YOU ENJOYED THIS! I had a lot of fun writing it. I should probably be writing my essay that was due a couple of days ago for History though.. Whateverrr I hope you guys have a good day/night!

[lvrface]

hellaur!! can you write a ponyboy curtis fic where reader is his first girlfriend and he has nooo idea what to do so he goes to soda for advice constantly?

𝜗𝜚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭 — when you know, you know

synopsis. ponyboy is clueless about girls, but luckily his older brother is just the expert.

ship. ponyboy curtis x fem!reader

warnings. none, not proofread

word count. 2359

notes. first time writing for outsiders in a long time so i hope this is good! thanks for requesting mwah

ponyboy curtis was stumped, and that didn’t happen often.

he liked to deem himself as smart— and he was. so it wasn’t everyday that he found himself stuck on something, unclear and unsure.

and it definitely wasn’t everyday he went to his brother, sodapop curtis, for some intellectual advice. but he knew soda knew more about the world of girls, than he would ever know.

“so then, just give her a small wink, hand on her back and that million dollar smile!” soda exclaimed excitedly. he stood in front ponyboy, as pony was sat on the couch listened intently.

pony nodded slowly, with his eyebrows furrowed, “yeah, uh, no,” ponyboy dismissed with a small chuckle.

“what? i thought that was pretty good— steve, d’ya think that would work, huh?” soda turned to steve for some reassurance who just nodded.

“yeah, yeah, thats how you get the chicks, pony,” steve said, agreeing with soda. steve was sat at the round table, not really listening to the conversation going on as he shuffled a deck of cards. pony just rolled his eyes, sinking down into the couch more.

“well first off, i already got the ‘chick’,” pony quoted, shooting steve a slight glare. god, did he always have to get involved with everything? he then turned back to his older brother, “and, besides, (y/n) ain’t really into allat stuff, y’know?” ponyboy added on sheepishly, whilst playing with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“whatcha mean she ain’t ‘into allat stuff’?” soda questioned with a raised eyebrow, trying hard to defend his flirting techniques.

“i mean, i ain’t walking up to her saying,” ponyboy started, clearing his throat, “are you from tennesse? because you’re the only ten i see,” ponyboy quoted one of the many pick up lines sodapop had spent the last 30 minutes teaching him.

“hey, i thought that was a good one,” soda defended himself with a slight pout. he took his flirting techniques and array of pick up lines, very seriously.

ponyboy sighed, as sodapop sat down on the couch next to him. “anyways, i don’t need help picking her up or flattering her— i just need help with this first date stuff,” ponyboy explained, his tone softening a bit.

soda looked back at him, nodding as a small smile took over his face once more, “yeah, okay, kid, i got you!” soda said, beginning to get excited once more.

ponyboy rolled his eyes playfully, but he did appreciate the help.

and that’s how he ended up, standing at (y/n)’s front door with a bouquet of flowers in hand.

“get her flowers, broads love flowers,” soda’s words echoed in his mind, as pony awkwardly shuffled in spot as he waited for his knock on the door to be answered.

(y/n) flung open the door, maybe a bit too over excitedly, and was taken aback by ponyboy’s appearance.

obviously, she was expecting to see him— they had this date planned for a few days now. her and ponyboy had been friendly for a while, and he gained the courage to ask her out, and here they are.

about to be on their first date.

so yeah, she was expecting to see him. but she didn’t expect to see him done up so nicely, with roses in his hand, and that sheepish grin plastered on his face.

“hey, pony,” (y/n) greeted him, breathlessly. she shut the door behind her, and brushed some rogue hair out of her face as she took a few steps to stand in front of him.

“hey,” he replied, trying to remain as casual as he could.

but god she looked so pretty.

“thanks,” (y/n) said to his compliment, a faint blush taking over her cheeks.

damn, he said that out loud.

snapping out of his little trance, he raised the flowers up to her, “uh, here, they’re for you,” he told her, becoming shy. he looked to the ground.

(y/n) couldn’t help but smile at the gesture, and took the flowers off of him, “thanks, pony, that’s real cute of ya.”

(y/n) quickly scurried back into her house to put the flowers down, before making her return.

ponyboy raised his arm slightly, to motion her to link arms with him, “let’s get going,” he told her softly, to which she just nodded and linked arms with him.

the pair got to walking, talking— well mainly it was ponyboy talking about whatever was on his mind, whilst (y/n) just happily nodded along.

“those flowers were real nice, pony,” (y/n) interrupted him, midst rant.

ponyboy looked to her, a soft smile playing on his lips. “it’s nothing really,” he shrugged, trying to act nonchalant but (y/n) didn’t let the blush that painted his cheeks go unnoticed.

ponyboy made a mental note of that, soda was right.

girls really do love flowers.

“you ain’t even kissed her yet?”

ponyboy rolled his eyes at the statement coming from dallas, who was sat on the couch, eavesdropping on the conversation going on between ponyboy and sodapop.

“yeah, well, some of us don’t put our dick in everything that has a hole, dallas,” ponyboy retorted, to which dallas chuckled.

“okay, romeo,” dallas quipped sarcastically, his words muffled from the cigarette that dangled from his lips.

ponyboy just shot dallas a glare before sodapop spoke up, “nah, don’t worry, pony, i get ya! wanting to wait for the right moment,” sodapop said, defending ponyboy with a pat on the back as they stood in the kitchen.

“wait— have you even ever kissed anyone before?” dallas spoke up once more, looking to ponyboy with an amused expression.

red took over ponyboy’s face as he looked to the ground, scratching the back of his neck, leaving dallas cackling in the background making a number of comments.

“leave him alone, dal,” soda said, before turning his attention back to ponyboy.

“look, all you gotta do is just look in her eyes— make some nice comment, i don’t know, tell her she got pretty eyes or somethin’,” sodapop said, shrugging as got a drink out of the fridge. “let her receive the compliment, then just lean in— go for it, i mean she’s your girlfriend or whatever right? not like she’s gonna reject ya,” sodapop finalised, taking a seat at the table.

ponyboy wished it was as simple and easy sodapop was making it sound. maybe to soda it was that easy, but to ponyboy it was more than that.

but all he said was, “okay, yeah, thanks,” and walked away to his room.

it had been around a month since their first date, and ponyboy and (y/n) had been getting closer and closer by the minute. they practically spent every spare minute they had together, talking, laughing, reading, whatever occupied them.

and that’s how ponyboy ended up, on a park bench, reading a book he borrowed from the school library to (y/n).

truth be told, (y/n) didn’t really enjoy books. well, she didn’t not enjoy them but she just never really took time out of her day to read any. that was until ponyboy came along, and suddenly the books seemed so exciting when it was his voice she was listening to.

but at this moment, (y/n) wasn’t listening to his voice at all, she just opted to stare at his face. she studied every freckle that grazed his cheeks, his focus too concentrated on the lines in front of him.

ponyboy could feel her stare on him, but he tried his hardest to just keep focused on the words in front of him. but after a certain point, he couldn’t keep it together, and just cleared his throat. he closed the book slowly, “uh, i’ll read the rest later. my eyes are getting tired,” he said, making up an excuse as put the book to his side.

“yeah, okay,” (y/n) replied with a nod, feeling as if she had just been caught.

the two just sat there for a moment, a silence taking over them. it wasn’t awkward, it never was, but there was some tension as they both jusy twiddled their thumbs— avoiding eye contact at all costs.

“hey—“ they both started, turning to face one another at the same time. the pair couldn’t help but chuckle at the awkward moment.

at the same time, they both looked at each other slowly. ponyboy noticed the crinkle by her eyes, as she smiled, and (y/n) noticed the way his lips turned curved into a small smile.

“what?” (y/n) chuckled, suddenly getting embarrassed. she was wondering why he was staring. “do i have something on my face?” she asked, her hand immediately going to pat around her face.

“i— uh, no,” ponyboy said, grabbing her wrist to slowly bring it down back by her side.

(y/n) looked at pony with a confused expression, tilting her head to the side, “then what?” she asked, laughing.

ponyboy couldn’t think what to say—

“you’ve got really pretty eyes.”

shit, now he had to do the whole thing.

right, let her receive the compliment.

a smile took over (y/n)’s face, she became almost embarrassed at the compliment. she wasn’t really used to them. “thanks, ponyboy, you do too,” she complimented him.

okay, great, next step.

next step, lean in, right?

ponyboy just stared into her eyes, admiring the different shades of colours that all moulded together well to create the perfect colour.

his hand raised ever so slowly, to grab the side of her face softly. he carefully leaned in, as if he was scared to hurt her, and pressed his lips gently against hers.

(y/n) felt her heart rate quicken, and she felt the thumps coming from ponyboy’s chest as his body pressed against hers.

ponyboy internally sighed with relief, that she never pulled away— or turned him away. it was all going to plan.

maybe soda was onto something.

“soda?” ponyboy called out. they were in their shared bed, trying to get to sleep, their backs turned to one another.

“yeah, pony?” soda yawned, rolling round. he propped himself up on his elbow, prepared to listen to ponyboy.

“how do you tell someone— a girl, you love her?”

soda couldn’t help but laugh at that, “gee, is my kid brother in love?” he said, with a teasing tone.

pony just shrugged at that, his back still facing soda.

sodapop sighed, thinking about to answer, “tell her, when it’s just y’all. tell her when you look at her and think, damn, ‘i never noticed just how pretty she is until she’s in this lighting.’ and when you know, for sure,” sodapop answered.

ponyboy listened intently, his hand fiddling with the blanket that covered him. he sometimes wondered how soda got so much slack for being ‘stupid’ when he casually comes out with remarks like this that make you debate everything in your life.

“how do you know, when you’re in love?” ponyboy asked, his voice so quiet he wasn’t sure soda heard.

sodapop laughed softly at that, sinking back down into the bed on his back. “god, kid,” soda let out, sighing, as he thought about it. “you just know, y’know?”

ponyboy huffed out at that answer, it wasn’t exactly what he was expecting. “no, actually i don’t know,” pony replied, with a small pout as he rolled over.

“yeah, sure you do, pony,” sodapop replied, “chances are, if you’re asking how do you know— thats your answer, you know.”

and with that sodapop, rolled back over, to try and drift off to sleep. ponyboy pondered on that thought for a while, and at first he thought it made no sense at all.

but when he was sat on his front porch steps, with (y/n) tucked into his side as they shared a milkshake they bought earlier— the sunset they were looking at illuminating her face, he suddenly understood.

damn, i never did notice how pretty she really was until now.

“yeah, i’d like to live in the countryside,” (y/n) answered his question from a few moments prior.

“bet it’d be real peaceful,” ponyboy added on, his hand beginning to rub small patterns onto her arm.

(y/n) hummed in agreement as she wrapped her lips around the milkshake straw to take a sip. she put the milkshake down next to her, and swallowed, before looking back at pony, “we should move to the countryside when we’re older,” she declared, moving slightly closer to him.

that sentence done something to ponyboy. the thought that (y/n) really wanted to stay with him and thought about a future with him awakened something inside of him. he looked down at her, who was simply just resting her head on his chest— unknowing to the effect she just had on him by a simple, innocent sentence.

ponyboy looked at the situation in front of him. it’s just them two. she’s looking real pretty— and goddamnit, he knows.

sodapop was right— was he a psychic or something?

“ponyboy, you okay?” (y/n) asked, looking up at him to be met with an almost puzzled expression.

ponyboy looked back down at her, and it all just made sense.

“i love you.”

he blurted it out, it was shocking to him how the words seemed so nice coming out of his mouth— especially if it was to her.

ponyboy’s heart thumped and he felt his mouth go dry, as he awaited a response.

(y/n)’s lips that were slightly swollen from the cold milkshake, turned into a wide grin. she excitedly planted a kiss on his cheek, her red lip stick leaving a mark that was definitely going to give the gang a reason to tease him later.

“i love you too, ponyboy.”

sodapop curtis might’ve not been the most book smart kid going— hell, he wouldn’t have even made it onto the list. but when it came to love, he might as well have been einstein.

ponyboy just smiled back down at her, tugging her closer under his arm as their conversation wandered back to the clouds, and the orange hues of the sunset.

pony couldn’t help but sneak a few glances at the girl tucked under his shoulder.

yeah, soda was definitely onto something.

[doodler16]

You know, I just realized something. Looking at the whole deer aspect of Alastor and his demon form...I know the deer is to represent what they hate the most, but I always found that stupid! To explain the deer part of him, they should've gone the Wendigo approach with him! It would make way more sense than him having Voodoo in his resume! For those that don't know, Wendigos come from Native American folklore. There are many versions of what the Wendigo is as there are tons of stories. However, if you follow the one where the Wendigo is a just a man who was driven mad by being alone in the wilderness and consuming human flesh to survive which, in return, makes him into a demonic supernatural being, it could work for Alastor!

You can even keep him being a radio host that killed people in the 1930s! All you would have to do is take out the creole part (Sad, but even I know it doesn't fit here.) with him being native American and change how he died (Seriously, how the fuck would anyone mistake a human for a deer while hunting? I have hunters in my family. That doesn't work, sorry!) Have him start the first radio show ever to be hosted by a native American in the 30's and actually be successful to the point where the ambition of it led him to opportunities that would allow him to bite off more than he could chew. Like a bigger station or bigger advertisement or something that required him to travel. Disaster happens, gets stuck in the wilderness, runs low on food, ends up having to turn to cannibalism and killing people for it. Maybe through the influence of another Wendigo that was too far gone? I don't know, something like that. Gets saved, tries to go back to being normal, but "surprisingly" he can't. Gives into his urges of cannibalism, but on a more sophisticated serial killer approach. A slip up leads to him getting gunned down by police.

I feel like that would've made Alastor just as menacing, powerful, and, while not entirely sympathetic, but understandable as the antagonist he is. To mention was to why he's even bothering with Charlie's cause other than he wants to watch her fail.

Wait, Alastor’s demon form wasn’t a Wendigo? This whole time I thought his demon’s form was least heavily inspired by one. I will say design wise, his demon form isn’t scary. The reason Alastor was mistaken for a deer is because of the tree branches when he was in the middle of dragging the body in the forest. That’s what the leaks show when Rosie retelling the story of how they met.

[popcorn-plots]

did I... write something?? Something so fluffy it will make your teeth fall out???

the answer is yes.

may I present.....

sour cream and burnt chocolate (I love you too)

Tony Stark decides that the perfect rainy day activity is to bake a cake with his partners.

It does not go as planned. In any way.

[dandelion-de-deus]

I’ve been contemplating it and I think we really need to bring back the concept of the holy fool. I’ll go first