#like I could pretty well see the expressions on their faces

[remmicksmuse]

remmick is obsessed with reader once she’s on her period

knock knock! you weren’t expecting remmick to come around you once your cycle started because you thought vampires hated the smell and the blood coming from you overall. once you opened the door, you could barely see his face since it was at the dead of night. the only thing you could see was in glimmering, red eyes. “hey baby, gonna let me in?”he cooed with sense of hunger in his voice. of course you would let him in, you always did. you loved the way his head would always find it’s way between your thighs in an instant, in any situation. you welcomed him in and he hummed in satisfaction. you watched his face expression to see if he knew you were bleeding. his big hands clasp the back of your thighs & lifted you up to straddle his waist and carries you upstairs to your bedroom. before he gets to your bedroom, he kissing you all over face & neck, enjoying the feeling of you squirming in his arms. he pushes the door open with his leg and shuts it behind him.

you felt a sudden pain in your tummy and it made you wince. he gently places you on the edge of the bed and kneels in front of you, rubbing your knees. you breath quickens because you’re worried to let remmick see you like this. his rough hands glide up your pretty blue & white dress. “w-wait remmick, you can’t” you stopped his head from diving in by putting your hand on his chest. he looked up at you with confusion and concern, “what’s wrong baby”. “i’m on my cycle right now” you looked at him with guilt and hoping he wouldn’t leave you disgusted. a scoff leaves his mouth and shakes his head, “i know that, i smell your leaking pussy from a mile away, darlin’ and i bet it taste even better with all that blood coming out of ya’”. you couldn’t help but gasp with surprise, “b-but that’s so nasty-”. he cut you off in an instant, “well i’m nastier so lean back”. you were hesitant but still laid back in your soft bed. his hands lifted your dress all the way up to your neck so he could give you’re desperate tits attention as well. he stood up and crawled above so he can suck & swirl his tongue your tit, fiddling your other nipple between his fingers. all the attention on your chest made your back arch. once he got you worked up and your pretty tits had marks all over them, he placed himself back between your legs. he pulled your bloody panties down and pushed your knees to your chest. he wanted to take his time since he’s never tasted you while you were bleeding and made sure you enjoyed this as well as he did. he gave you hot kisses in your inner thighs, working his way up to your heat. once he reached where you needed him most, he made a sloppy & slow kiss to your clit. he felt your hips stuttering into his mouth and reach for more. he dragged his tongue all the way from your hole to your bud. his tongue already made you twitch and threaten to close your thighs because your cycle is making you more sensitive. he felt your shaking thighs clench around his head as he lapped at your clit and snuck his big hands between them & shoving them open so he could shove his tongue deeper inside you. you felt you getting closer every time he flicked his tongue over your sensitive bud. he puts his hand over your tummy and presses down, trying to make you squirt all over his blood-covered face. the pleasure starts to get too much and you try to move his hands & head off you without shaking and whimpering under him. he slides in his thick fingers and curls them, pushing you over the edge and your cum all over his face, leaving you heaving. you sit up on you’re shoulder as you catch a glimpse of his licking his fingers clean. he whipes your blood mixed with cum on his palm and licks it off his head. the sights leaves you dizzy and you flop back into your bed, the orgasm leaving you exhausted. remmick stands up from the ground and lifts you into his lap before sitting on the bed. he pulls your dress back down for you and lets out a chuckle from your worn out expression. “next time you’re pussy’s bleeding, holler my name and i’ll clean it all up for it.”, that’s the last you hear before falling asleep in his big, warm arms.

[mahowaga]

a beeping sound. soft at first. foggy yet steady. faint.

beep. beep. beep.

the world feels like cotton—thick, warm, slow. everything is floating. you're somewhere between dreaming and not, hovering in a haze of surgical-grade confusion and the kind of drowsy bliss that only modern medicine can induce.

your mouth is dry. your eyelids are heavy. you're aware of your own existence only in the most abstract way.

and then—you see him.

standing beside the hospital bed. tall. serious. hands tucked into the pockets of his beige slacks. blonde hair swept back like a movie star in a noir film. clean-cut. broad-shouldered. absolutely devastating.

your eyes widen slowly.

beepbeepbeepbeep—

the monitor beside you—innocent, quiet just moments ago—has begun to panic. the beep becomes a warning, and a nurse looks up from the corner, startled.

"hnng," you mutter, trying to focus on the achingly handsome man next to you.

"heart rate's climbing," the nurse says, glancing over at him.

kento blinks. "oh."

"oh?" you whisper, blinking up at him. your voice is slurred, heavy with sedation. "who—who are you?"

kento blinks again, more slowly. "it's me. kento. nanami."

you squint. "that's not a name. that's a sound. like a—like a wind chime."

the nurse is trying hard not to laugh. she fails.

kento clears his throat. "you don't recognize me?"

you stare at him, utterly in awe. "are you a doctor?"

he hesitates. "no."

"a nurse?"

"no."

"are you—" your voice drops to a stage whisper "—an angel?"

this time, the nurse wheezes.

kento, ever composed, runs a hand down his face. "i'm your boyfriend."

you stare at him again.

then slowly—very slowly—you begin to weep.

"you're my boyfriend?" your voice is full of wonder and devastation, as if this is some beautiful tragedy you've just uncovered. "me? how did i get you?"

"darling, please—"

"you're so pretty," you sniffle. "like. too pretty. that jawline could cut glass. i look like a sock. a very soft sock, but still."

"you do not look like a sock."

"you're just saying that because you're so handsome and nice," you whisper dramatically.

kento exhales through his nose. his ears have turned ever so slightly pink.

"your voice sounds like warm bread," you mumble, eyes fluttering. "do you read poetry to me? i bet you do. do i cry everytime?"

"sometimes, yes."

"oh my god."

you clutch the edge of the blanket like it's the only thing tethering you the earth. kento shifts closer to the bed, expression softening even as the chaos of anesthesia unfolds. he takes your hand, and your eyes widen further.

"your hands are big."

he sighs again. "yes. that hasn't changed."

you gape at your interlaced hands like it's the most significant thing in the universe. maybe it is. maybe this is fate. maybe you're in a dream. maybe the drugs are doing their job a little too well. either way—

"oh my god," you whisper. "you have boyfriend hands."

kento raises an eyebrow. "boyfriend hands."

"yeah," you murmur reverently, brushing your fingertips over his knuckles. "big. strong. veiny. but gentle. like you could lift a boulder and cradle a baby bunny. i knew it. i knew the universe wouldn't give those hands to just anyone."

"i'll—i'll take that as a compliment."

"it is a compliment. it's the highest compliment."

kento tries to suppress a smile, but you see it anyway—the way his lips twitch, the way his eyes crinkle just a little at the corners.

"god," you sigh, still staring at your joined hands. "i bet you hold my bags for me. like, just casually. and you probably open jars without making it a thing. i bet you make me tea without being asked, too."

"i do," he admits, and that's when you gasp like you've just been shot.

"you do?!"

kento leans in slightly. "would it help if i reminded you that i also rub your back when you can't sleep and warm up your side of the bed in winter?"

you are now weeping in earnest.

"oh my god, i hit the jackpot. i knew i didn't do enough to deserve this life. i must've saved a bus full of orphan puppies in a past existence—"

the nurse in the corner is now doubled over behind her computer, shoulders shaking with laughter. she makes no attempt to intervene. she knows, just like kento does, that this has become a one-person stage production and the show must go on at the expense of your rapidly beating heart.

"do we live together?" you ask, eyes round and full of wonder.

kento nods, gently brushing a bit of hair off your forehead. "we do."

you suck in a breath. "do i cook?"

he hesitates. "sometimes."

"oh no."

"but i cook more often," he adds quickly.

you sag in relief. "do i clean?"

"you try," he says diplomatically, which sends the nurse wheezing again.

"i knew it. i'm the messy one." you look up at him, voice trembling with mock devastation. "you're the responsible one. i'm the whirlwind, and you're the tether. the calm in the storm. the spreadsheet to my glitter explosion."

kento's lips twitch again. "that's one way to describe it."

you exhale, dragging the blanket up to your chin like you're ready to ascend to another plane of existence. "and we love each other?"

"very much," he says, and his voice goes soft, quiet, undeniably warm.

that tone—oh, that tone—you believe it. even in your drugged-up haze, even with your brain a soft pile of mashed potatoes, it sinks deep. it nestles into your chest like a little glowing ember. his words. his eyes. the steadiness in his hand, wrapped around yours.

you blink at him, tears springing again. "do i ever tell you how lucky i am?"

"every day," he says, and his thumb brushes lightly over your knuckles. "but i'm the lucky one."

"oh god," you whisper, overwhelmed again. "that voice. you could narrate a documentary. about whales. or like. the history of bread. i'd listen to it on a loop. do i have a playlist with you just reading grocery lists to me?"

"i could make one."

you whimper. "that's love."

kento chuckles quietly, low in his throat, and you beam at him like you've just discovered the sun for the first time.

"will i remember this?" you ask, a little sleepier now.

he looks at you for a long moment—fond, exasperated, helplessly in love.

"i hope you don't. but i will."

"why?"

"because this is adorable to me," he says, brushing your cheek with the backs of his fingers, "and deeply humiliating for you."

you hum, drifting already, eyes fluttering closed. "if you love me, you'll forget this ever happened."

"no chance."

a pause.

"you're gonna tease me, aren't you."

"absolutely."

"heartless," you mumble, voice trailing off into a sleepy sigh.

he stays beside you, holding your hand until your breathing evens out again, the monitor beside you returning to its quiet rhythm.

beep. beep. beep.

kento watches you sleep, eyes soft, and presses a quiet kiss to your forehead.

"a sock, hm?" he whispers, lips ghosting against your skin. "you do not look like a sock."

and he stays there for hours, loyal as ever. because even when you're half-conscious, absurdly dramatic, and talking about angelic boyfriend hands, he loves you—with a kind of devotion that doesn't fade, even in hospital rooms and pain and panic.

especially then.

[platonicaxaxe]

Deathtrap & Bob ³

Bob Reynolds (sentry) x Ex Assassin Reader

Context: Bullied Boyfriend Bob?

1-2-3

(Can't find any cute Bob gifs🥺)

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The streets of New York were alive with their usual chaos—honking cars, fast-talking pedestrians, and street performers blaring music on every corner. Bob and Y/N walked side by side, not quite hand-in-hand, but close enough that their shoulders brushed every few steps.

Bob nervously glanced around, occasionally stealing a glance at Y/N when she wasn’t looking. She looked effortlessly cool, even blending in like a regular citizen—nothing like the Red Room legend known as Deathtrap.

He was so distracted, he didn’t see the broad-shouldered, tattoo-covered man in front of him.

BUMP.

Bob staggered a step back. “O-oh—sorry! I didn’t—uh, I didn’t mean to—!”

The man gave a glare, towering over him, but before he could say a word, Y/N had already grabbed Bob’s arm and tugged him away, weaving through the foot traffic like a pro.

“Don’t make eye contact with walking temper tantrums,” she muttered.

“S-sorry,” Bob mumbled, still flustered as they ducked into a small, cozy café.

They took a moment to relax—Y/N sipping something warm while Bob distracted himself with a cookie he didn’t even order.

When they stepped back out, Y/N suddenly stopped in her tracks near an alleyway.

“Oh shoot—I forgot to get that cookie I was supposed to take home,” she said. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

Bob nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Y-yeah, sure. I’ll just, uh… stand here. Not get into trouble.”

He smiled awkwardly.

Y/N jogged off.

Seconds later, trouble found him.

Two large men stepped out of the alleyway and blocked his path. One of them was the same tattooed guy from earlier.

“Well look who we got here,” the man sneered. “Little pretty boy.”

Bob stiffened. “I-I’m not lookin’ for trouble, guys—”

One of them shoved him lightly. “Look at this hair. You some kind of washed-up superhero?”

“W-what? No, I—well, I mean—kinda—” Bob stammered, backing up as the two closed in.

“Guy like you doesn’t belong around here. And that chick you were with? Bet she’s just babysitting.”

“Hey!” Bob’s expression changed. Something in him snapped. “Don’t talk about her like that—!”

He tried to swing, but the man caught his fist mid-air and sent him sprawling with one punch.

Bob groaned, trying to blink through the dizziness as his eyes started to glow gold. His pulse quickened. He could feel the Sentry clawing at the edge of his mind.

But then—

CRACK.

A boot to the face sent one of the men stumbling into trash cans.

Y/N had returned.

Silent fury burned in her eyes. She moved like lightning—dodging, striking, flipping one of them onto the pavement with brutal precision. The second guy barely had time to lift his fists before she took him down with a devastating roundhouse.

Bloodied and groaning, one of them hissed, “Who even is he to you?!”

Y/N didn’t hesitate.

“Boyfriend.”

Then she landed the final punch—swift, sharp, and unforgiving.

Bob blinked, wide-eyed and stunned, still sitting on the pavement.

“Y-you… y-you called me—boyfriend,” he stuttered, cheeks blooming red.

Y/N reached down to help him up. “Well, you are, aren’t you?”

Bob nodded way too fast. “Y-yeah! I mean—I’d like to be! I-I am. I… guess I am.”

She smirked, brushing a bit of dirt off his jacket. “Let’s get out of here, Mr. Sentry.”

He looked at her like she’d just saved the world. “T-thanks for not letting me go full nuclear rage mode back there.”

“You’re welcome,” she grinned. “But next time—aim for the kneecaps.”

Bob made a mental note. “R-right. Kneecaps.”

A few days after the alleyway incident, YN texted Bob with a simple message:

“Wanna go for a ride? I’ve got something to show you.”

Of course he said yes—he always did when it came to her.

The sun was beginning to dip into the horizon when they hit the road, the city gradually fading behind them. Trees soon replaced buildings, and the rush of traffic melted into the soothing hum of cicadas and the low growl of YN’s motorcycle. Bob held onto her gently, a soft smile on his face, wind ruffling his hair.

Eventually, they pulled into a gravel driveway, tucked behind a patch of dense woods.

A small cabin stood at the edge of a clearing—quiet, simple, with ivy crawling along the wooden walls and a narrow porch holding an old rocking chair.

Bob’s eyes widened.

“W-whoa… is this… where you live?” he asked, stepping off the bike.

YN nodded, pulling off her helmet. “This is my hideout. No phones. No cameras. No trackers. Just… peace.”

Bob took it all in with a soft breath. “It’s beautiful.”

“I don’t bring people here, Bob,” she said seriously. “You’re the first.”

He looked at her, heart skipping. “R-really?”

She just smiled and opened the door.

Inside, the cabin was small but warm—bookshelves packed with paperbacks, a tiny fireplace, a couch with hand-stitched blankets, and a makeshift kitchen that smelled faintly of herbs and tea.

They spent the evening on the porch, sharing takeout and stargazing, wrapped in a big, old comforter YN had pulled from the couch.

Bob couldn’t stop glancing at her.

“What?” she asked, nudging him playfully with her shoulder.

“I dunno,” he mumbled, cheeks tinted pink. “I just… I feel lucky. Like, crazy lucky.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder. “You're not just lucky, Bob. You earned this. You listen. You care. And you never asked me to be anything other than what I am.”

Bob let out a breath, his hand gently brushing against hers before intertwining.

He looked up at the stars. “Can I… c-cuddle you? Or is that too weird to ask?”

YN chuckled and leaned fully into him, tugging the blanket tighter around them both.

“You already are, silly.”

He let out a tiny laugh and rested his head on hers, feeling more grounded than he had in years.

In the soft quiet of the night, with crickets singing and the stars blinking above, Bob whispered:

“Thank you for bringing me here.”

And YN, eyes fluttering closed, replied softly:

“Welcome home.”

Thunderbolts Headquarters – 9:37 AM

“Okay, don’t freak out…” Yelena said, walking into the room holding a cup of coffee.

“What?!” Ava said immediately, already half-freaking out.

“Bob didn’t check in last night,” Yelena admitted.

John Walker nearly dropped his protein shake. “He what?! You mean like—missing?”

Alexei gasped dramatically. “The boy has been taken! I knew this would happen. He is too soft. Like marshmallow!”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Maybe he’s just on a walk. I told him to do that.”

“For twelve hours?” Ava quipped, pulling up Bob’s last pinged location on a map. “He vanished off the grid halfway through Brooklyn. That’s not a walk, Barnes. That’s a ‘he’s tied up in a basement somewhere’ walk.”

Alexei paced. “We need to assemble. Call in satellites. Call in drones. Call in—”

“He’s probably just with Y/N,” Yelena interrupted coolly, sipping her coffee.

The entire room went silent.

“With Deathtrap?!” John screeched. “You mean the lady who disappears like smoke, punches like a tank, and eats ghost protocols for breakfast?! That Deathtrap?!”

“Yes,” Yelena said, completely unbothered.

Bucky stood up. “Well, if he is with her… I mean, that’s good, right? She’s capable.”

“She also doesn’t do visitors,” Ava said. “If Bob’s with her, we’re not finding him. Even S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn’t track that woman.”

“Then what do we do?” John asked.

Alexei pointed to the ceiling. “We wait. And we pray to the gods of love and luck that he comes back… with all his limbs.”

—

Meanwhile… in a cozy cabin miles outside the city…

Bob sneezed.

“You okay?” Y/N asked, poking her head in from the kitchen.

“I-I think someone’s talking about me,” he chuckled.

Back at HQ, Yelena checked her phone. “I’m giving him until tonight. If he doesn’t come back, then we send in a search party.”

“Great. I’ll prep the ‘Missing Bob’ posters,” Ava said dryly.

“They should say ‘Reward: One Cookie and a Hug,’” Bucky added with a smirk.

John nodded. “And a warning label: ‘Do not approach if he's in Sentry Mode. Approach only with snacks.’”

Alexei dramatically put a hand on his heart. “If he returns to us… I shall give him my strongest bear hug. He has survived the deadliest assassin and love. The man is a hero.”

Outside Thunderbolts HQ – 10:46 AM

Alexei was fully geared up, wearing his Red Guardian suit with a fanny pack. He gripped the car keys like a man ready for war. “I will drive through every inch of New York. I will not rest until the boy is safe. If we need to kick down doors, we kick down doors.”

Just as he reached the car—

VROOOM.

A sleek motorcycle pulled up, kicking dust and gravel. Y/N hopped off effortlessly, helmet under one arm, cool as always. Bob clumsily climbed off behind her, legs wobbly from the ride, cheeks tomato red.

"You're good?" she asked him, brushing a hand down his arm.

“Y-yeah,” he nodded, totally dazed. “T-thank you… for everything. Especially… the cookie…”

She chuckled, then leaned in, pressing a quick kiss on his cheek—close enough to his lips that Bob nearly melted into a puddle.

Alexei froze mid-step.

PLOP. The car keys fell from his hand.

Without another word, Y/N revved her bike and zoomed off into the streets.

Bob stood there, blinking, goofy smile stretching across his face.

Alexei blinked, then grinned. “Well well well.” and Bob got startled.

Inside HQ – Moments Later

The HQ doors swung open with dramatic flair as Alexei strutted in like he just saved the world. Bob followed, awkwardly hunched, tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie, eyes glued to the floor.

“Found him,” Alexei announced triumphantly.

Everyone in the room turned at once.

“Thank God!” Yelena gasped. “Where the hell were you, Bob?! We were about to storm a warehouse!”

John Walker leaned on a chair. “Was he in a safehouse? Dungeon? Dimensional rift?”

“Deathtrap dropped him off,” Alexei said with a smug smirk, “with a smooch, to be exact.”

Bob audibly choked on air.

Ava raised her brow. “A smooch, huh?”

Bucky leaned forward. “Bob, is that true?”

Bob flushed deep red and muttered, “I-I mean… it was just… like a ‘thank you’ thing… I-I didn’t know anyone saw…”

“She kissed him!” Alexei sang. “And he blushed like a schoolboy!”

“Oh my god,” Yelena laughed, grabbing a throw pillow and tossing it at Bob. “You’re so done.”

John cracked up. “And here I thought I had the worst public crush moment. You’ve topped it, buddy.”

Bob just shrank further into his hoodie. “I-it’s not a big deal…”

Bucky clapped a hand on his shoulder. “It is if she’s Deathtrap. You’re either in love… or in danger.”

Alexei beamed. “Or both! The best kind!”

As Bob covered his face in his hands, mumbling unintelligible excuses, the rest of the team burst into another round of chaotic laughter.

Thunderbolts HQ – Afternoon

The team had settled into a surprisingly peaceful moment after the morning's chaos. The place was buzzing with their usual dynamic—Ava messing with tech, Bucky cleaning his arm while muttering about “things he didn’t need,” John Walker pacing back and forth with a cup of coffee, and Alexei lounging casually on one of the chairs, looking way too comfortable.

Bob, still red-faced from his earlier embarrassment, was sitting at the table, fiddling with a coffee cup, desperately trying to act normal. Every time someone looked at him, he’d stiffen and look away. Great, he thought. The worst day of my life.

“So, Bob,” Yelena began, leaning casually against the wall, “have you finally figured out how to get her to join the team?”

Bob flinched. “I-I didn’t—! It’s not like that. I—She’s, uh... she’s just... different.” He looked down at his coffee cup. "She's not... like any of you."

Alexei snickered from across the room. “Not like us? Oh, I beg to differ.” He leaned in theatrically. “Remember that sweet kiss she gave you, Bobby?” He fluttered his eyes and dramatically leaned toward Bob, mimicking a kiss, “Mmm… thank you, Bob... for being such a good listener.”

Bob’s eyes widened, and his face turned a deeper shade of red than before. “N-no! Stop! It wasn’t like that! I was just... she—”

“Oh no, it was definitely like that,” Alexei interrupted, standing up, hands on his hips. “The sweet, innocent kiss... on the cheek... at the hilltop... mmm... so romantic, so tender,” he mimicked, leaning forward and puckering his lips at the air, “Sooooo, Bob, I really enjoyed our time together...” He exaggerated the movements, making kissy faces in the most obnoxious way possible.

The rest of the team, already trying to hold in their laughs, burst into giggles as they watched Bob squirm, his face practically glowing.

“Alexei!” Bob squeaked, mortified. “Please! I swear, it wasn’t like that! I-I didn’t even mean to—"

“Oh, you didn’t mean to?” Alexei raised an eyebrow, stepping closer to Bob and leaning down. “Then what was that thing you did when you held her waist like that? Were you preparing for some kind of fight, or were you really trying not to fall off the bike?” He smirked. “Don’t worry, Bobby. We saw you hugging her like it was the end of the world. She was all... cool and collected, and you... well, you were all... shaky, like a leaf in the wind.”

“Yeah,” John Walker added, grinning, “I saw that too. You looked like you were trying to survive the ride of your life.” He leaned in with mock seriousness. “But she didn’t let you fall. How... sweet.”

Bob threw his hands up in frustration. “Guys, I was just trying to balance! I’m not good with—people! Okay?! She’s just...” He paused, looking at the floor. “She’s different. And I didn’t think... I didn’t think anyone would notice.”

Bucky couldn’t help but smile at Bob’s discomfort. “Hey, don’t feel too bad. You’re not the first guy to get all flustered around her. I mean, come on. You’re in a team full of chaos. Of course we notice.”

Bob sighed, hiding his face behind his hands. “I didn’t... think this was gonna happen. This isn’t like—this isn’t how it was supposed to go, okay? I thought I’d be able to... I don’t know... keep my cool or something.”

“Keep your cool?” Alexei grinned, leaning in again, clearly enjoying every moment of Bob’s misery. “Bobby, it’s okay. We all know how this ends.”

“We do?” Bob said through his fingers, still mortified.

“Yeah,” Alexei said, his voice turning dramatically serious. “You’re gonna get a surprise visit one day. You’ll knock on her door all shy, you’ll stand there, heart pounding like a jackhammer. And then she’ll open the door, and what will you do?” He stepped closer to Bob, his arms outstretched like he was preparing for the worst love confession of all time. “You’ll stutter, just like you always do. And then you’ll say, ‘H-hi, Y/N... I—uh—I wanted to, you know... tell you... that I—I...’ And she’ll interrupt you with a perfect kiss and a perfect smile and all of a sudden, you’re her guy, Bobby.”

“Wait,” John said, tilting his head. “You’re not telling us Bob’s actually planning on telling her about this, are you?”

Bob shook his head quickly, panicking. “W-what? No! I wasn’t! I mean—maybe... but... no! I’m just trying to figure out how to talk to her, okay?”(he already confessed👀)

Alexei grinned. “That’s what I’m talking about! You’re already on the way, Bobby. You can’t avoid it now.”

“Maybe we should all just plan a nice dinner,” Bucky suggested, crossing his arms. “You know, set up a nice place. Play some music. Just to get things awkward enough for Bob to say something.”

“Not helping, Bucky,” Bob muttered under his breath.

“Come on, Bob. You’ve been acting like a schoolboy in love,” Yelena said, casually sipping her drink from the other side of the room. “You were shaking when she kissed you, remember?”

“Ugh! Stop!” Bob buried his face in his hands, completely overwhelmed by the teasing. “I swear, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen!”

Alexei slapped him on the back, making Bob lurch forward. “You’ll figure it out, my friend. Love’s like punching a wall—you just have to go for it.” He winked at Bob. “But be careful. Deathtrap’s kisses... they’re dangerous.”

Bob groaned, hiding his face in his arms. “This is a nightmare…”

It was early evening at the Thunderbolts HQ, and Bob was in his room, humming softly to himself as he folded the last item into his small blue backpack—his favorite fuzzy blankey. The soft fabric, dotted with faded stars and moons, looked comically juvenile against the sterile metal walls of the compound, but to Bob, it was a source of comfort… especially when he was going to Y/N’s.

He carefully zipped up the bag, triple-checking that he’d packed his toothbrush, a fresh shirt, and—most importantly—a box of instant cocoa packets, because Y/N’s cabin always had that magical quiet that made warm drinks taste better.

Just as he was about to sling the backpack over his shoulder, a loud knock on his door made him jump like he’d heard a gunshot.

“Woah, woah, loverboy,” Alexei's booming voice rang as the door creaked open. He stood there with his arms crossed, one brow cocked and an amused grin playing on his face. “Packing for a date night or your first school camping trip?”

Bob’s face flushed deep red as he fumbled to pull his backpack straps into place. “I-It’s just—uh—I’m just spending the night at Y/N’s,” he stammered, eyes darting anywhere but at Alexei. “I’ve been... having good sleeps there.”

Alexei gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his chest like Bob had just stabbed him through the heart. “You telling me,” he said with mock devastation, “that you’re not comfortable in the room I lovingly set up for you? With the memory foam mattress and the glow-in-the-dark ceiling stars?”

“N-no! I-I mean—it’s not that—I am comfortable here! It’s just...” Bob trailed off, nervously wringing his hands.

Alexei’s face broke into a chuckle as he clapped a massive hand on Bob’s shoulder, nearly knocking the poor guy forward. “Relax, boy. I’m just messin’ with you. Go enjoy yourself.” His voice softened for just a beat. “If she makes you feel safe—makes you sleep better—then cherish her. And if you love her...” he paused, “don’t be stupid. Let her know.”

Bob blinked, looking up at him with those wide, unsure eyes. He gave a tiny nod.

Just then—PEEP!—a familiar sharp motorcycle horn echoed from outside the compound.

Alexei’s head jerked toward the window and grinned. “Your girlfriend’s here,” he said, smirking like a proud uncle sending his nephew to prom.

“Let’s goooooo,” came Yelena’s voice from the hallway.

As Bob shyly followed Alexei out of his room, his blue backpack bouncing lightly with every nervous step, he was greeted by the entire team gathered just outside the main entrance—like nosy parents watching their kid head off for their first sleepover.

There she was. Y/N, seated on her motorcycle like she owned the entire block, her helmet resting on her lap as she leaned back casually, waiting.

Bob swallowed hard.

“Protect our boy, Y/N!” Alexei called out dramatically, wiping invisible tears from his eyes with the edge of his sleeve. “He’s sensitive. He folds his socks.”

Bob winced.

“Don’t worry, I got him,” Y/N called back with a slight smirk, revving the bike just enough to make Bob jump.

“Use protection!” John Walker shouted with a snort.

Yelena immediately smacked him in the arm. “Oh my god, Walker. He’s taking his blankey, not booking a honeymoon suite!”

Bob turned scarlet.

Y/N, clearly amused, patted the seat behind her. “C’mon, blue backpack. Let’s go before they start planning our wedding.”

Bob offered a stiff, flustered wave to the team, then carefully climbed onto the bike, hugging his bag against his chest for a second before strapping in.

As they pulled away, Alexei stood with a hand raised in mock farewell. “There he goes... our sweet awkward prince… off to cuddle town.”

[otsalezu]

Dr. Pinington One Shot 2: Lobotomy Boogaloo

Credit to the amazing @babyblankyerror for the AU and the amazing @coniferouspines for the AU of the AU! I took some liberties with it but I hope you guys enjoy! Writing below the cut, as usual.

The living room was completely silent, save for the constant tapping of Stan’s finger on any nearby surface. The man’s fidgeting didn’t seem nervous, being almost subconscious if anything. In contrast, Ford sat uncomfortably still. He cursed himself for letting Fiddleford go out for groceries on his own. He’d simply been too awkward to join the man, and his research partner took no extra time escaping the strange faux doctor in the room. 

The awkward silence gave Ford some extra time to examine just how much his brother had changed. The clothes, for one, were definitely out of place. Slightly tattered and stained, draped in a long lab coat. The silliness of the name tag and various cartoony designs stitched across the lab coat reminded him more of something his brother would have done when they were little. His hair was long and matted, as if it hadn’t been brushed in a long time. The signature curls it had once sported were completely gone. Even more worrying were the long stitches that seemed to cover his hands. They seemed expertly done, but Ford had no doubt he had done them himself. Various smaller scars littered his visible skin, barely standing out unless he squinted. 

Most concerning was the eye. Pale blue, the pupil much too small. It stared ahead, as if looking past him. He tried not to say anything, but the gaze seemed to draw the question out of him. Before he could even think about what he was saying, he had blurted it out.

“What happened to your eye?” He quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, but the man didn’t seem offended. If anything, his grin widened.

“Oh, that’s right! You wouldn’t know! Hmm…where do I start? Oh! Okay, let’s start with my old boss!”

“Your old boss removed your…?”

“No, nothing as crude as that! Let me finish, okay? So! I was a good worker, very good if I say so myself! But! I had a problem. You know me, Six. Always rebellious! Stubborn as a mule, that’s what ma always said! So my boss did a little research.”

Stan laughed, a disjointed and wheezy sound. Then, after a few coughs, his face twisted into a thoughtful expression.

“Say, brainiac, you know what a topectomy is?”

“Ah, I can’t say I do.”

“Hmm, that’s what I thought. Okay, do you know what a transorbital lobotomy is?”

The world seemed to screech to a halt. Nothing about his brother’s demeanor had changed, still the same eerie cheeriness as before. To Ford, however, he felt like throwing up. As if not noticing his brother’s change in demeanor, the doctor continued.

“Well, they needed to do it through the eye.”

He tapped the blue iris, grinning as if he;d just told a great joke.

“Isn’t it wonderful? It was all very experimental, of course. I wish they’d filmed it! Of course, I made it a bit difficult. For some stupid reason, I went down kicking and screaming. Weird, isn’t it? Well! They tried their best, but sadly I woke up in the middle. The doctor they hired wasn't a professional, not like me! So he startled easily, and…squish!”

Ford jumped at the onomatopoeia, cringing. His vision blurred slightly, as he processed what had just been told to him.

“Stan…”

“Of course, I thanked them all after. They all got free procedures!”

“Stan, you…”

“I got to take over that old doctor’s office. Very unprofessional, he barely even sterilized his station! But I was so much better than him, really. It was no big loss! But I’m not ungrateful. As thanks for him fixing me with his procedure, I modeled my new eye after his! Pretty, isn’t it? Wanna see it closer?”

“Stanley!”

The doctor startled, confusion flashing on his usually jovial face. Ford took in a ragged breath, swallowing the bile in his throat.

“Are you telling me someone tried to lobotomize you?”

“Well, yes! That’s what I just told you about. Always so silly, Sixer. But don’t look so sad! My hands have been so much steadier ever since! I’m twice the surgeon I was before!”

“Before?”

Stan opened up his lab coat, fishing out a photograph from one of the many mismatched pockets inside.

“Here! Take a look!”

The photo of Stan had two brown eyes, and significantly less stitches. He was standing near a few unfamiliar men, in what seemed to be a dingey excuse for a doctor’s office. He had the same wobbly smile on his face, though every part of his face seemed laced with fear. His hands were slightly blurry, as if they had been shaking when the photo was taken. Stan quickly stuffed the picture back in the pocket.

“What a wreck, right? I was horrible at my job! Just horrible! But now, I don’t get all anxious and shaky. You can trust me to perform any operation!”

“I’m so sorry. Stanley, I’m so—”

“Don’t apologize! It’s a bad picture, I understand!”

“That’s not—”

“Hey, why are we talking about my dumb old past! I’m much better now, that’s all that matters!”

Ford stared at his twin’s expression. It seemed just as happy as ever, but something about it was different. It was as if looking at the old photograph made him uneasy, uncomfortable. Ford didn’t understand it, but he didn’t want Stanley to be upset. Not after all he’d talked about. A pang of guilt rang out through him as he thought about how terrified he’d been just moments ago.

“Alright, Lee. We can talk about something else.”

The old childhood nickname made Stan’s face split into that unsettling grin, though it didn’t disturb Ford half as much anymore. He smiled a faint smile in return, sitting back down.

“Well, let me tell you about my first day in Gravity Falls…”

[asoftsighh]

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ joel miller x reader ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

joel handcrafts you a gift

1.3k words

You’d like to pride yourself with the fact that you know Joel Miller pretty well. You’d hope, after years of fighting and bleeding side by side. 

So you immediately notice his change in mood, how he’s quieter than usual. Where dry jokes would’ve been made, or compliments whispered, he’s silent. You don’t say anything though; Joel is like a stray dog, in this sense. One who’s been hurt, over and over, and it’s best when they come to you first. So you don’t say anything. Don’t push him, waiting and hoping that he’ll come to you if there’s something seriously wrong. 

It’s early afternoon now, a cold and rainy day. One of those days where you don’t feel like leaving the house, staying wrapped up in a blanket and in the arms of the man you love. That’s where you were right now, actually; the dimmed lights of your living room casting an orange hue to the room.

Joel’s heartbeat is slow and steady beneath your ear, where you’re half dozing on his chest. It had started with reading your separate books (yours a fantasy, his about space,) until his hand started rubbing your calf in the way you like. And now, here you are, half asleep and completely in love. 

“You tired?” He murmurs, his breath against your ear. His fingers rest on top of your head; not necessarily petting, but rather holding. Like he wants to keep you all to himself. 

You shake your head against his chest, listening to the fire crack across the room. You run your hand up his arm to his bicep, feeling the muscle flex beneath your touch involuntarily. 

His laugh is warm and low, and rustles the little hairs across your forehead. He pushes them back with a warm palm. “Are you lyin’ to me, baby?” 

You smile against his flannel before you can help yourself. You stretch out, legs straightening where they lay atop his. “No.”

He doesn’t believe you, this you know. You bet that he can feel your muscles relaxing, your body sinking into his and the couch at the same time. His hand slides down the slope of your back, squeezing your hip. “I have something to show you.”

You perk up slightly. Joel has never been the biggest gift giver, something you never really minded. Occasionally, he’d come back from patrol with a book that had survived or wildflowers that he picked. Whenever you asked why, he’d simply say “was thinking of you” and kiss your cheek. 

Now, you put it together, this might be the reason for his quietness. Who knew that this man, who has seen and experienced true horrors in the past couple of decades, could get this shy?

“What is it?” Your voice is groggy from your dozing as you pick your head up to look at him. There’s a softness in his eyes, the one that he saves for you, like the rest of the world doesn’t deserve to see him this open. His hand slides down from your head to your cheek, his thumb brushing against the highest part of your cheekbone, giving it a loving pinch. 

He hesitates now, eyes flickering between you and the stairs that lead upstairs. He shifts under you, giving your butt a squeeze through your jeans, ushering you up. When you move off him, he’s off and up the stairs before you can say anything. Less than a minute later, he’s back, holding something behind him. 

You smile, somewhat flustered and confused. “What are you hiding, Miller?”

His grin is even more flustered. If you look closely, beneath the scruff, you’d be able to see more hints of his rosy face. He stands in front of the couch now, shifting from foot to foot. You’ve seen him blood and bruised, enraged and dejected. But this, the shyness, is more vulnerable than any other emotion you’ve seen him express. 

“Was gonna wait, but I ain’t good at that.” He takes a seat on the coffee table, which groans under his weight, his knees knocking yours. 

You hold your hand out, less demanding and more impatient. “What is it?”

What he places in your hand is not at all what you expect. It’s a jewelry box, one that opens to show a small compartment. The inside is even squared off into sections, like he knows that you keep your earrings and necklaces separate. The outside is a dark, polished wood. Right before you’re about to look up, you notice something engraved on the top. Your initials. 

“Joel,” you breathe out through a sigh. Meeting his eyes, he looks like he’s bracing himself for the worst. As if you would hate his gift. “Did you make this?”

He shrugs but the tips of his ears are red. You run your fingers over the smooth wood, a little uneven in places like it’s been carved and sanded by hand. His hands. The same hands that hold you every night, that make you breakfast and pinch your cheeks. And now they’ve made something for you. 

“The top corner is chipped,” He says suddenly, running his hand over his too-long beard. “And the polish is too dark on the bottom. It was-”

You cut him off when you reach over to hold both of his hands in yours, the jewelry box on the couch cushion beside you. “Can’t believe you,” you say against his knuckles, pressing kisses to the tops of his hands. “It’s perfect, Joel. Thank you.”

He huffs out a laugh, just a gust of air. “I’m glad you like it.” He’s quiet for a few moments, watching you with that same look he always has when it’s just you two. “I've never been.. good at talkin. Figure I do something else for you.” 

“It’s perfect,” you repeat, tugging at his hands until he sits on your other side. You curl into him like you are magnets, coming together with a pull neither of you could resist. Not that you would ever want to. Your legs drape over his thighs, his arm coming around your shoulders to pull you against him. You both sit like that for a few soft moments, listening to the light drizzle outside and the crackling of the fire. 

“Was scared you weren’t gonna like it,” he murmurs. His lips brush against your temple in an almost kiss. “That you’d think it was dumb.”

You tilt your head to look at him. From this close, you can see the light gray hairs spattering his temples, his beard. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes from smiling. 

“Are you kidding? I love it,” you say, your voice thick with adoration for this grumpy but kind man that you somehow ended up with. “I love you.”

Joel’s eyes flicker over your face; your eyes, your mouth, your eyes again. He looks like he's searching your face for something, a lie maybe; not that he’ll ever find one. He deserves to be loved like this, to be appreciated. 

He swallows, jaw twitching like there’s a dozen things that he wants to say. He threads your fingers together on top of his lap, his thumb slowly brushing over your knuckles, like he’s trying to memorize you. “I love you,” he finally whispers back, his voice low but earnest. 

You’re both quiet for the next couple minutes, soaking up everything around. His arm around you, his hand in yours, his breath by your ear. Joel shifts eventually, kissing the crown of your head because he can. 

“You hungry?” he mumbles. “Can make you somethin.”

You smile into his shoulder, his soft flannel tickling your cheek. “Only if  you make those weird egg things.”

“They ain’t weird. Anway, you seem to like them just fine.”

You kiss his scruffy jaw. “I like you just fine,” you tease, in the way you know drives him crazy.

He huffs, flustered; but he’s smiling. And that’s enough. That’s all you need. 

criticism is welcome as long as it’s kind ✮⋆˙

i’m very new to writing ✮⋆˙

[rexhya]

Hii can u do one for either deku or bakugo and like do the reader is new to UA and she’s rlly pretty but like rlly rlly weird ( like maya from pen15 weird )

quirky oddball — ✦ ✦

warn — hi i've actually never watched PEN15 but I did my research so I hope this does it justice!

incl — katsuki

bakugou who doesn't actually believe he could have a crush on you, you're the complete opposite of what he likes, weird, loud, and especially weird.

you didn't come the first days of school, you were a transfer from [country] and had introduced yourself by doing a tribal dance from a show or book or wherever it came from ( all he could remember was how starking it was to see your quote "geometrically perfect" face make all thoes facial expressions.)

during quirk assessment the class went out to watch you because well, why not and whaydda know, your quirk is just as weird as your goddamn self. ( no seriously, how the hell did you get accepted jnto the hero course? )

but despte all of this, he's completely, and undeniably in love with you.

he says it's just your face, just your "atanomically desireable body" and that it's no wonder he would have the urge to kiss all over you all the time, but he doesn't ghost you like so many others do when they find out your personality isn't what they assumed it would be. he doesnt blow you off for sharing your extremely niche and strange hobbies ( i mean, deku collects toys too, whats the big deal ). and he sure as hell doesn't like you just for your looks, your honesty to god a sweetheart and sometimes even he has trouble being mean to you.

it's complicated his feelings, he doesnt want to confess and completely make a fool of himself, ( i mean what even is your type? definitely not raging explosive posibbly verbally abusive boys )

turns out he was wrong, "she thinks your, and i quote 'the bomb.com', just ask her out dude." if it weren't for minas words, he probably wouldn't have said anything, in fact he would have kept silent about his crush probably untill forever.

he knows your the weird girl, but he's kind of an outlier himself. he thinks you'd make the pair.

your head over heels literally jumping up and down when you find out, "oh my gosh, this means were dating and now we can totally do SKINNYS together."

you were seated in his dorm room chair, bakugou leaned up against the bed frame.

"Whats that." he tries to be casual, he doesn't think you can tell his heart is on overdrive.

"Sunken Ship is Stolen in the Lost World of Fairies and the Unexpected."

"That doesn't uhm, spell SKINNY."

"I know."

You're weird, but your his weird.

[jjwolves]

₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚ TRANSGRESSIONS

What: A Story About Theodora (ENA) X Reader

Who: Theodora from ENA Dream BBQ

How Much: ~1000 words, ~4 mins

Credits: Image Banner and Character -> Joel G, Divider -> @cafekitsune

Warnings: None

You didn’t meet the Genie of the Bathroom the way you thought you would, because you never got to the bathroom. You had failed to cross a river of souls while trekking through the dark substrate of this world… past your home, past the vast expanses of shivering mountains, past everything: the Core. Your vision quadrupled like you were wearing beer goggles and you fell into a land of lies.

Past even this is where you met her, laid broken on the ground and a lot more egg-shaped than expected.

Shattered like pottery, the Genie spoke into your mind, “This is what remains of Theodora, the Genie of these lands.” There was simply no way! How was it possible that the Genie was stuck down here, too? A curled, golden whisper emerged from the remains. “Touch my memories, and find a world where you are forgiven.” This path was not the one that lead to forgiveness, it seemed, but that wasn’t an excuse to leave the Genie ruined on the ground the way it was. Decency or not, that’d be another thing you’d need forgiven, wouldn’t it? You could fix a clay pot, even a magical one… Couldn’t you?

The Genie was looking a lot better once you were done working on it. Sure, the cracks were visible, and they glittered, but glitter glue was still glue. For the final leg of the project, you used a stick to prod the ghost of the Genie’s memories into her form before sealing the top half back on. (Best not to touch it, you decided.) For a few minutes, you were worried that the Genie really was gone for good. But when the Genie began rocking back and forth, you observed its face. Yes, it was alive again. And also looked very confused. Her eyes shifted from side to side.

“You… fixed me.” When she spoke, it had the cadence of a half-forgotten prayer. You knelt down before Theodora, suddenly remembering that you were talking to a being who played a big role in the musical that was this universe, and not an egg-shaped effigy with silly ears. “Oh! U-uhm… Where are my manners?! Great Genie! I found you all broken up so I fixed you! Sorry!” The great Genie wore a wide-eyed expression of surprise, teeth bared in a sort of wince that you were pretty sure was permanent. “I am grateful for your assistance, strange one… But this path is not optimal.”

~

There wasn’t much to do nor many places to go now that you were stuck in this small, deceitful world. You were originally reverent of the great Theodora, but as hours turned to days and you got to know her more, and her you, you began to feel more at ease with her around. She spoke to a resonant truth, and with authority, which gave you an odd sort of comfort you hadn’t properly experienced in this world. It prompted you to open up to her more than you would others.

“I guess I failed my mission. Every adventure, dead end and convoluted wrap-around… It was all for nothing. I ended up here anyway,” you said. Sitting on top of a small rock, Theodora turned her upper half towards you and fixed you with a gaze that told you that she was going to say something revelatory. What you got was revelatory, but in a different way.

She began, “You ended up here as I have. Purpose or no purpose, knowing or not, I am confident I have long aspired to meet someone like you.”

That took you aback. “I’m flattered, but… Confused. Did you make a wish to be here? To do that?”

“Wishes aren’t fulfilled nor quenched… Aspirations are what give you the strength to forge an ideal world for yourself. All you must do is create them and follow them.” Well, that begged the question. Many, actually, but you'd have to settle for one.

“Can you aspire to get out of here?” You felt Theodora shuffle. You looked down to see her huddled up next to you, her expression unreadable as usual. Her eyes peered sagely up into yours.

“No, I’m not sure I aspire to that any longer.” For a moment, her voice had an odd lilt to it as it left her.

~

It had been weeks since you failed the test and were made to dwell in the village of lying houses as punishment. Despite this, the time you spent with your unlikely companion made the situation a lot more livable. Still, the sting of failure was felt long after the slip that led you here, and your mind kept returning to your quest, even at night, when Theodora hugged herself close to you with her little noodle arms.

“What exactly is the Bathroom? I was told that once I got there, I could find forgiveness,” you admitted.

Theodora murmured a reply in a tone which was uncharacteristically quick and dismissive. “I forgive you.” You peered down at the Genie who was snuggled in next to you in your sleeping bag. Was she purring? She seemed to be too busy getting cozy.

“You don’t even know what I did… I’ve disappointed a lot of people and made a lot of mistakes. I’m serious about this Bathroom stuff.” Theodora sighed and rolled slightly away before righting herself, attempting to summon the wisdom and grandness of the great Genie before singing back a reply.

“Ahem. The Bathroom’s power comes from the aspiring of it. You cannot aspire for others to forgive you, but you can aspire to forgive yourself. Either way, the Bathroom would be of no help to someone like you.” You felt your heart sink, but the feeling stalled when Theodora raised a wavering hand to boop your nose. “Because you are a sweetie pie. And so I forgive you.” She uttered the title with reverence and eyes shut. And if you squinted, you could make out the faintest hint of a smile. For a moment, you wondered if it were true, if you were someone who could forgive themselves. Someone who knew they were sweet. Either way, Bathroom or not, purpose or no purpose, you felt like you were next to someone now who really loved you, whether it made sense or not. And love washes away all manner of transgressions.

[cdnonymous]

Hi again @muletia! Maybe you didn’t.. see my first part of this but it’s fine really you probably didn’t see it… or maybe you don’t care… ANYWAY HERE’S PArt 2 of Silence is Stronger than Words!

Part 1

- 💿 anon ^v^

~1500 words

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Silence is Stronger than Words

Yesterday… The merman I gloriously call Megatron… laid his helm on my lap… for the entire afternoon. Heck he even let me carefully stroke his buckhead.. and he had the audacity to growl at me when I stopped. My legs are sore for obvious reasons, my arms are tired, and it’s now nighttime, yes you heard me correctly, it’s. Fucking. Nighttime.

At least he’s sleeping right now, or that’s what he wants me to think, because as soon as I stop stroking he opens his scarlet eyes and glares at me, as if silently ordering me to continue. If I don’t want to become fish food… I’d better continue “comforting” him right? Even if my eyelids are as heavy as at least 20 anvils, even if I feel like my legs are only mere phantoms now from how ungodly long his heavy ass laid on me for… I need to stay with him, I don’t really have any choice anyway.

At least there are a few.. good sides, if I dare say, from being stuck with him. For example, I learned that mermen can purr… like cats, and it’s comforting despite everything. His “purrs” are more like the rumble of a car’s engine, humming satisfyingly in the dead of a rural night… and damn it’s hard to stay awake with this soothing sound going nonstop through your whole tiny body. I also learned that they like to be petted, well at least he likes it… when he’s in the mood for them obviously.

A small shift in his position made me come out of my boredom’s thoughts, he changed his grip on my shoulders, making it less strict, but still firm. I sighed, still lazily stroking his silver-scaled helm, I looked up at the stars, which were visible from my perspective. They reminded me of why I bought the cabin in the first place; because I wanted to relax, to be myself, to not be judged by anybody. I wanted to stay calm in the weird solace that solitude generously gave me each time she accompanied me.

After thinking about it, meeting that merman, no… Megatron was maybe something that was meant to happen. This cabin hadn’t been bought for years, it was on the market for almost 5 years when I first stumbled upon it. Which means that Megatron was probably alone as well, from what I observed he was completely alone in this lagoon, the only one of his species inside the Shy Lake. He probably yearned for company, which may be the reason why I was stuck under his helm for so long. Maybe he needs someone that cares about him, or someone who he can care for?

Someone to love?

Why was I thinking about love? He’s a merman, would we even be compatible? Besides I’m just making assumptions, maybe he is just clingy on the inside, cold on the outside? Maybe I’m overthinking things again. This was supposed to be a vacation—

My train of noisy thoughts was abruptly interrupted by another, almost annoyed grumble coming from Megatron’s sharp maw. I continued to gently stroke his helm again, but he stopped me, pinning my hand to the rock we were both lying on at this point. I didn’t even have the time to say “what now?” To him before his head was back closer to my own face, shutting my own mouth pretty quickly. His crimson irises pierced through me like arrows, despite this I almost saw a hint of… worry?

Why would he worry about me? I’m nothing to him, just a mere fleshy woman who can’t even dare look back at him, maybe even a snack for later if I let my pessimistic mind wander far enough. He’s a titan compared to my toothpick build, his fangs alone could rip my throat off, his strength could tear me in as many pieces as he wants… but he’s not doing anything of this sort. In fact he has the same expression from before he pinned me to this back crushing rock; he’s conflicted… or he might again be feigning it like last time.

That’s when I see them for real this time, his teeth, his full rows of limb-ripping fangs. Is he.. smirking? No, is it my sleep deprivation? It must be.. what is he trying to do? Is he actually going to eat me? I thought I was being pessimistic earlier. I didn't mean it! My eyes widened slightly as he showed them to me, his biting power probably more powerful than a piranha’s.

And me reacting to this was probably the worst mistake I've ever made.

He leans closer to me, his hands keeping me from squirming too much, I have to admit it; I’m scared now. I want to get the hell out of here, but even if I tried, or even if he wasn’t restraining me, I’d probably be frozen in place. Like a stupid deer in headlights, I’d be stuck and die as a coward, awaiting my fate with hesitant open arms. I look terrified, and I don’t want to think that he likes it, not wanting to jinx it again. I silently but shakily breathe, I’m not the type to tremble when afraid, in fact it’s quite the opposite, I’m frozen like an ice block.

A low, barely reassuring purr is heard from Megatron as he’s now dangerously close to my left shoulder. I didn’t even want to look at him anymore, and by reflex my eyes shut by themselves, letting me meet my fate in darkness. I didn’t faint, I’m a coward but my heart is strong enough to bear it anyway, instead I looked away while pressing my eyes closed. I waited, despite not fearing death, I didn’t really want to meet it that way… but I didn’t have a choice anyway now did I?

Then… I felt it… I felt his teeth on my skin, but they weren’t piercing it, ripping it apart like in the gruesome way I anticipated it, they were… marking it. They were pressuring on my skin just enough for me to not be hurt, but just enough to be carved in my shoulder. I gasped audibly when he “bit” me, maybe I was overreacting a bit, but still… I thought I was going to die here. He didn’t even flinch when I gasped, in fact he didn’t even seem to notice or care in the first place, until I felt his fangs slowly moving away from my shoulder… and he pulled away, abruptly letting go of his grip on my arms.

I immediately sat upright, breathing heavily, the adrenaline still very present and flowing rapidly in my veins. My right hand on my chest, trying to calm my heart down, my other hand keeping me from falling from the rock as my legs were still numb. I breathed in and out, trying to regain a decent composure, which was surprisingly fast. My curiosity got the better of me and my right hand went from my chest to my left shoulder, where Megatron bit me. I wanted to know if he actually left a deep mark, if it would take a while before it healed. There was no blood, just red dots for every single one of the teeth that touched me.

I looked at him, shook by all of this, not knowing what to say, but I doubt that “saying” anything would do much right now. He stared back at me with smugness, a pure “haha look what I did to you~” expression, he seemed proud, proud that he bit me, as if it was an accomplishment. As if giving me a “love bite” or something was completely normal despite the fact that I’m human and he’s not? As I was now the one being conflicted, he returned into the water as if nothing happened, and conveniently enough, my legs got their nerves back. I got onto both my legs, picked up my sketchbook and pencil… then I stopped.

Why did I stop? I don’t know, I just did… and I looked back, Megatron was still in the water, only his upper bust was visible again, his ruby eyes reflecting on the lagoon’s wavy surface. I could see his smirk from where I was despite the darkness.

— I’ll… I’ll come back tomorrow… I finally mustered after my throat was so dry from all the heavy breathing I recently had to do.

He stayed silent of course, and I simply walked back to my cabin, the darkness surrounding me felt right, even if I felt his stare on my back. I sighed as I heard the familiar creaks of the porch under my feet, I opened my door, closed it behind me, and did everything I usually did before going to bed. Except this time, except for thinking about my plan for tomorrow…

I remembered that axolotls bite their mates when courting… and now I can’t help but feel my face become hotter…

Don’t ask why… because I won’t answer… I prefer demonstrations over explanations.

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OMG IT’S 11 PM I’M GOING TO WORK TOMORROW- anyway I hope my sleep deprived ass fed you well ^v^

I’ll make part 3 if @muletia notices

[graciedollie]

I see Grayson as a dog person, she has to take a longer shift, needs someone to look after her dog, who's a menace to new people, but comes back to see reader asleep with the dog 🥹🥹🥹

Doggie Days

a/n: just a little drabble :3

warnings: none !!

i would definitely feel that Grayson would own the cutest bernese mountain dog or either german shepherd, but I feel as if the bernese would fit her better in a way??

You and Grayson would to have been taking a nice little date to a small coffee shop and she would listen to you ramble on and on about whatever as she would take notes of certain places you said and things you always wanted.

When you brought up the topic of pets, specifically dogs, she was pretty much intrigued at the thought of you with a dog—specifically, her dog, Bermie.

However, Bermie was caught a handful…

Well, handful would be an understatement, really.

Grayson would go away for a while and Bermie would need to be watched over while she was away—even though Bermie was practically glued Grayson’s side.

“Dogs? Never really took you for a dog lover as well, love.” She remarked with a warm smile before taking a sip of the warm coffee, gazing over your features as she watched how that smile tugged at your lips. “Yeah, believe it or not—I have a things for dogs. I don’t mind them, to be honest.”

Grayson was definitely intrigued and curious to see if you could possibly watch Bermie—praying and hoping that Bermie wouldn’t drag you down or something. “Hm, well…remember Bermie? Told you about him a couple times and even brought him over—“

“When he knocked over my vase? Mhm, yeah. How could I forget Bermie?” You chuckled as the fond memory took place back in your head, remembering how Bermie practically guarded Grayson like his lifeline. “Yeah…that Bermie.” She murmured sheepishly, rubbing her thumb over you hand gently as she watched your expression closely.

“What is it, Gray?”

“Well, it’s just that I’ve been called to take longer shifts now and I don’t have anyone to watch Bermie for me…was wondering if it would be alright to watch him for me if it’s not a hassle, love?” She spoke lowly with that husky tone of hers, gazing curiously at you to capture your reaction to her ask. The way you furrowed your brows together and looked away in contemplation made her swallow her words back before finally hearing your voice.

“Of course, my love. I don’t mind watchin’ him..”

You had know no idea how much you just helped her out with such simple words. A warm smile tugged at her bole shaded lips, feeling the weight lift off her shoulder. She knew Bermie could be a handful, but she was hopeful that it would miraculously work out…

Right..?

“Ok…maybe this was a bad idea..”

You murmured under your breath as you were face to face with the tense dog, glaring you down as a low growl was heard from him. He positioned himself at a tense position as he watched you closely, seeing how you stayed far away from him. Bermie stayed stuck to his spot as his eyes were locked precisely in you—only on you. “Hey Bermie Baby…it’s me, [ᥫ᭡.]—dude, you literally broke my vase.” A heavy sigh escape your mouth as Bermie huffed at you, adding along a low growl.

“Okokokok…” You assure yourself and Bermie as you slowly let yourself sit on the bed, adverted your eyes away from his and you let yourself stay calm. Bermie eyed you closely as he slowly inched towards you, eventually taking a sniff at your legs before sniffing your hand. You glanced at him with a calm, but cautious gaze to make sure he finally got the jist of it.

Bermie barked at you as his tail started to wag happily before he finally jumped on your lap excitedly start to lick at your face while moving around uncontrollably. “Alright, alright, man. I knew you remembered me, Bermie Baby…”

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“Getting too old for this now…”

The night hung high in the sky as Grayson trudged her way home after the long shifts that she was prompted to do—leaving her absolutely slumped. She was just ready to get home to you and Bermie, hoping that everything went well for the two of you. Grayson soon met at the front door as she unlocked it, shutting it behind her with a small thud. “[ᥫ᭡]? Bermie?” Her voice called to the two of you as she shuffled her boots off before making her way down the hall to the bedroom, wondering were you two were.

“Well, look at that..” Soon as she walked into the space of the bedroom, her eyes were met with the sight of Bermie snuggling close to you as you both slept peacefully—completely melted within each other as your face was buried into her fur. A small chuckle slipped from Grayson’s lips as she shut the door behind her, making Bermie peek his head up. He immediately jumped off the bed and into Grayson’s arm, barking and panting happily as his tail wagged.

“The fuck—“ You groaned as your head jerked from Bermie’s absence as your eyes fluttered with sleep, rubbing the sleep from them. Soon as you saw Grayson, a warm smile tugged at your lips as she played with the playful dog. “Told you I was good with dogs..” “That you are, my dear..” A small chuckle escaped her lips as she took place on the bed with you, holding you close to her as Bermie laid on her legs with pure contentment.

“Was it too much of a hassle?”

“Mm—no, not really. Well, we had a little rocky beginning, but Bermie knows me.”

“That’s Bermie for you..”

y’all i’m so sorry this took so fucking long to release like it’s insane BUT IM BACK THO😛

taglist 🏷️: @abbysdollie @tenderbodied @zthebean27 @ivorydevil @halle5s @tqlepatia @jhyoos @haruko--bby @madewithsilk @aveli-li @sevikasfemme @justhereforsubsevika @littlelovelunette

[atzinwonderland]

req for ateez headcanons where they like a girl but she’s tall and has broad shoulders so basically she’s gotten used to being treated as a guy even though she tries to be very feminine. so basically she thinks he’s trying to prank her bc she doesn’t believe he’s actually attracted to her. thxxx

I've decided to divide it into two parts, so I'll post the maknae line soon as well. I hope you enjoy it!

Ateez when they like a more masculine girl (headcanon) Hyung line

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fluff, angst | ateez x fem!reader | tw-body insecurity

Hongjoong

"Wow...", that was all he could think, ever since the moment you entered his studio.

The beautiful flowy dress you were wearing and how it framed your shoulders, your beautiful long hair that you had tucked behind your ears... he loved all of it.

"Are you going to stop staring? I already know I look weird", was your reaction to his hypnotized gaze.

Instead of taking his stare as a compliment, you felt embarrassed. Why did you put on this stupid dress in the first place?

Your whole life, you've struggled to fit in. Mainly with the girls. Your figure always made people see you as one of the guys. At some stage, you stopped trying to fight it and just accepted the situation. That was until you ended up working with Hongjoong.

Before you knew it, you'd already fallen for him. That gave you new found motivation to try and escape the mold in which society had placed you.

Hongjoong had noticed that. He's the kind of person that notices people's effort especially when it comes to expressing oneself freely. For him, there's nothing more attractive than that.

That's why when you slowly started to express yourself more and he was able to finally catch a glimpse of the authentic you, that is when he really fell for you.

Today was the climax of it all. You'd decided to risk it and wear the dress that you'd been hiding in your closet. A dress that you'd dreamed to wear for a long time and finally found the confidence to, after getting inspired by Hongjoong.

That's what led you to be standing in front of him, as he admired you.

... "Did you say weird?", he questioned with a puzzled look on his face.

"Yes, I'll actually just go and take it off", you exclaimed disappointingly, but before you could leave, Hongjoong grabbed a hold of your hand.

"No, you won't. The dress is your style, right?"

"Yeah, it is"

"It's also your favourite colour..."

"Yes, Joong, but—"

"There's no but. You look gorgeous in it and the dress looks like it was made for you", he said with a soft voice, as he stood in front of you, still holding on to your hands.

"Yeah, right. Joong you don't have to lie to me, just because I've become one of your bros"

"Bros? Who said we're bros?! I think you're still not getting my hints"

"What hints are you talking about?"

"Okay, listen, hopefully this time you'll get it. I really like you, and I mean really. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and most importantly, you fight to be yourself every single day. That is the one thing I admire the most about you", he confessed and you still didn't want to believe it, but his words had definitely touched your heart and you were on the verge of tears.

"But how could you possibly like someone that looks like this? I mean, I literally look—"

"Beautiful, that is how you look. Nothing less than that", he got on his tiptoes and closed the distance between the two of you.

After that, you couldn't deny it anymore. You finally allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe... you are beautiful.

"So, what does that mean?"

"Well, only one thing comes to my mind...will you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?", Hongjoong asked with a soft smirk, watching as your eyes sparkled in the dimly lit room.

"Are you kidding me?! Of course! You have no idea how happy I am right now, thank you"

"I'm glad you're happy, pretty. You deserve it", he said, as he gently caressed your cheek.

Seonghwa

You've been invisible your whole life. No friend group, no parties, just kind of there. Every now and then, guys would talk to you, but never like they talked to other girls. To them, you were "one of the guys", mostly because of your build. So it's safe to say, you were never the center of attention.

That's why, it was only right that you started working behind the camera. It kept you in your comfort zone. That is also how, you ended up working as part of Ateez's camera crew.

After working behind the scenes and having the chance to quietly observe each member, one in particular grabbed your attention: Seonghwa. He captured your eye with his kindness and gentle manners towards everyone around him, and that's besides his ethereal beauty of course.

You were glad he hadn't noticed you, otherwise, you would feel embarrassed by the thoughts creeping into your mind at times. Things were better off this way.

Little did you know, for the first time in your life, you weren't left unnoticed.

Seonghwa had been mesmerised by your beauty since day one. He patiently observed you, noticing the way you would always isolate yourself during breaks, how you would have your hood up most of the time even indoors. That said, he also noticed how you would take care of the people around you without saying a word. It was something the two of you quietly shared.

He had no idea how to approach you because you were so distant, but on one cold winter day, he finally saw an opportunity.

The idea was to film a video for Ateez's Youtube channel in the snow, but after leaving your house in a hurry, you forgot to bring a warm jacket.

It wasn't the first time that you'd forgotten your jacket, so you didn't think much of it at first.

After filming outside for a while though, you were starting to feel the consequences. How could you forget your jacket on the day you needed it the most?

Seonghwa had noticed your shivering figure a while ago, it pained him on the inside and not being able to help made it worse.

That's why, the moment that break was announced, he headed straight your way.

Focused on your camera, trying not to think about the fact that your body was freezing, all of a sudden, you felt a wave of warmth cover the top part of your body. When you turned your head in confusion, you found Seonghwa standing beside you, trying his best to carefully drape his jacket over your shoulders.

"Oh, thank you, but I'm okay. It won't fit me anyways...", you said awkwardly, hardly able to breathe, but your reaction didn't make him leave.

"It fits fine, see", he said, as he gently patted your shoulder, showing you that the jacket sits perfectly on you, "Don't worry about it, you'll be needing it more than me anyways"

A slight blush coloured your cheeks at his kind gesture and that made him smile.

Instead of him leaving like you expected, he stayed and leaned closer to the camera that you were working with, curiously analysing it.

"I don't understand, how can such a beautiful and caring person like you stay so well hidden?"

"I think that's how it's meant to be. I've always been invisible", you confessed in a low tone, staring at the ground. Seonghwa turned to look at you, and seeing you in this state really concerned him.

"But you aren't. You aren't invisible and you shouldn't be. I've actually known who you, are ever since the first day we started working together and believe me when I tell you, everyone that I've spoken to knows about you by now"

"Wait you know who I am? And what do you mean others know about me? How?", you asked, shock written all over your face.

"They know because I've been talking about you so much. I really like you and I would love to get to know you, if you give me a chance", he said and it felt like time was on pause.

"I'm not sure if this is some kind of joke, but I don't think I'm someone worth getting to know...", at your words Seonghwa gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, now getting quite close to you.

"You're more than worth it, y/n.", were his last words before he pulled you into a passionate kiss, sealing the connection between the two of you.

"Wait, how do you know my name?"

"I have my ways...", he responded and you giggled, making him the happiest man.

Yunho

Every week, being the person he is, Yunho would visit the dog shelter near his dorm.

He enjoyed spending time there, even though he wasn't allowed to get a dog.

Another reason for his frequent visits, was you. You’d recently started working there and since the first day he saw you, he made it a priority to get to know you.

The two of you became close quite quickly. Soon enough, you started spending more time together and not only at the shelter.

Yunho had it quite clear of how he saw you and he definitely didn’t want to be just your friend.

You on the other hand, had no idea he saw you that way. How could you?

Throughout your life, you were only ever accepted as one of the guys and it has gotten to a point where now, you can’t imagine any guy seeing you as a potential love interest. Even when you’ve tried your best to put makeup on and dress cute, no one had ever shown any interest.

Today, Yunho had invited you to play video games at his dorm as usual and obviously you agreed.

While he set up everything, you decided to go to the kitchen and prepare some snacks, one of them being popcorn.

You opened one of the cabinets to grab a bowl but you realised that, even for you, it was too high to reach. You decided to try anyway, so you stood on your tiptoes and reached for a bowl. Surprisingly, you were able to grab a hold of it, but you hadn’t thought of its weight until it was too late.

Yunho immediately jumped from his seat, at the loud smashing sound that came from the kitchen. Knowing you were there, made his heart jump out of his chest.

“Y/n?! Please, tell me you’re okay”, he said, turning the corner before walking into the kitchen.

“I’m okay, but your bowl broke…”, you said, though it felt like only the first part of your response registered with him.

He walked over and stood in front of you, observing your body thoroughly to make sure you weren’t hurt. He gently held onto your hands and you could clearly see how worried he was.

“Are you sure you didn’t get hurt?”

“I’m fine, I just feel bad because I broke your bowl”

“That’s not important at all. I’m just glad you’re okay. Why didn’t you ask for help, though? You could’ve hurt yourself”

“Well, I’m really tall so I should’ve been able to get it myself. That’s supposed to be the only perk of having a body like mine”, you said and your words really shocked Yunho. He had no idea you saw yourself that way.

“You don’t possibly think that way of your body, do you?”

“Yunho, it’s okay. We don’t have to talk about that…”, you responded awkwardly while he still stared at you, his face laced with concern and care.

“I can’t force you to tell me anything, but I want you to know that what you said is not true. Your body is amazing, you are amazing…please don’t put yourself down like that”, he reassured.

“Okay, enough joking for today, let’s—”

“No, y/n. I’m being serious…okay, that’s not how I imagined it would go, but I can’t hide it anymore—I like you”, his confession made you freeze.

There was no way he was being serious.

“Huh? Yunho, you’re really confusing me. I already know you like me as a friend”

“As more than a friend. I’ve had a crush on you, ever since I saw you play with the puppies at the shelter. I thought to myself, how can someone look so cute”

“You mean the puppies were cute”, you said, and he giggled.

“No, you’re the one that I was looking at, silly”

At this stage you were fully blushing. Yunho had left you completely speechless.

“Are you okay?”, he asked as he cupped your cheek.

“Yeah, sorry. I just can’t believe it…I’ve liked you ever since that day as well, but I just thought you saw me as a bro”

“As a bro? Are you kidding me? I’ve always felt so attracted to you, I’m surprised you haven’t noticed”

“Well, we’ve pretty much only played video games so…”

“Don’t worry, from now on you’ll never think that ever again…although, can we still go and play?”, Yunho asked with his puppy eyes. His words made you smile and you just couldn’t say no to him.

Sensing what your answer was, he pressed a kiss to your cheek before erupting into the sweetest giggle.

He then gently held onto your hand, as he led you towards his bedroom where you would game together all night.

Yeosang

You and Yeosang had known each other for a long time. The two of you were childhood friends, and somehow, you had kept in touch all these years.

It really surprised you that Yeosang didn’t forget about you after reaching fame, but it also made you happy.

Today he was invited to participate as a model in a magazine photoshoot. Somehow, the photoshoot ended up being for the magazine that you worked for as an assistant.

Neither of you had any idea that you were going to be working together, so when Yeosang entered the photo studio and saw you working on the set of the shoot—he couldn’t believe his eyes.

Yes, you had texted and called often, but you hadn’t seen each other in years.

He used to remember you as this really shy, sweet girl that never really dressed like other girls—but he liked that. You were different, and that intrigued him. That’s when he developed a crush on you, but being shy himself didn’t help his case. He never got the chance to confess to you.

Seeing you now, felt like going back in time. All of his feelings suddenly resurfaced, the only difference was that now he was more confident and couldn’t wait to talk to you.

In his excitement to walk over to you, he missed a step and fell hard on the ground.

The loud thud grabbed your attention, you turned around and couldn’t believe your eyes. How could he be so handsome and your friend?…Wait, what was he doing on the ground?! You finally came back to yourself and realised that he was in pain on the ground.

“Yeosang!” you shouted with concern as you ran up to him.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I think I twisted my ankle”

“Can someone bring ice, please? There is some in the fridge over there”, you explained, as you helped Yeosang get up so he could sit at a chair that you pulled for him.

“Thank you for helping me, y/n”

“Of course, I’m just worried that your ankle might be broken”

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t be able to talk right now if it was really serious”, he reassured you and it made you feel relieved.

Your concern showed him, that you hadn’t changed one bit. You were still that sweet person that paid more attention to everyone else but themself.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we’re worried since we can only do the photoshoot today and if it’s not Yeosang we don’t have anyone else to do it”, one of the staff members expressed.

“Well, I actually know a person that can help with that”, Yeosang said proudly.

“Really? That would be amazing! Who is it?”

“Y/n”, he blurted confidently.

“What?! Yeosang, there’s no way I can do this”

“Of course you can”

“We’re not sure if y/n, is the right person for this”

“Why, not? I don’t see any reason she can’t do it”

“Well, her build isn’t exactly—”, the staff member began, but Yeosang wasn’t having it.

“Stop right there, there’s nothing wrong with her “build”. Second of all, she’s more of a model than I am, I mean she literally works here every day and I am just an artist that got invited, so listen to me and let her do it”

Defeated by his defence, the staff member had nothing more to argue about, “Okay then, we’ll get some outfits ready and then we’ll begin”

You couldn’t believe that he had just defended you like that. No one had ever stood up for you before, but it felt good that it came from him since you’ve basically liked him your whole life. You just wished that he saw you as more than a friend.

After the staff left, you and Yeosang decided to catch up for a while.

Not long after, you were asked to try on the outfits to see how they fit.

“Yeosang?”

“Yes”

“Can you stay and help me?”

“Of course I can. Now go and try the outfits,” he ushered you with a proud look on his face.

After trying the first one, you weren’t sure. To you, it just seemed like your body looked awful in these very girly clothes, which you did love—but not on you.

You still decided to get his opinion, so you left the dressing room and walked up to the couch where he was resting.

When he saw you, he was in complete awe. In his eyes, you looked like an angel.

“It looks awful, doesn’t it?” you said as you pulled at the fabric of the dress.

“In my humble opinion, you look like a goddess,” he commented, and without even trying to hide it, he checked you out—head to toe.

“Yeah, right. If anything, I look like a girl that doesn’t know how to dress her body”

“Hey, that’s not true. I’m hurt that you’re not taking my opinion seriously. You know what, come sit here with me for a second”, he suggested and you defeatedly followed his instructions.

“I want you to trust me when I say this—you literally look like an angel. Your beautiful shoulders and the way this dress hugs them, the way it also wraps around your waist—it’s just perfect, you’re perfect. I mean, uhm…”, Yeosang unexpectedly confessed and seeing how nervous he became, really surprised you. Did he just confess that he likes you?

“Wow, thank you, Yeosang. Coming from such an amazing person like you, it really means a lot. I might embarrass myself by asking this, but is it possible that you kind of confessed to me?”, your straight forward question caught him by surprise. Now the two of you were blushing and avoiding eye contact.

“I can’t hide it any longer, can I?”, he asked, and you giggled, “Yes, I kind of did. I had a more spectacular plan in mind—but I guess that’ll work as well. I’m so happy that I finally have the chance to tell you how much I like you. Not only are you gorgeous, but also smart and really sweet”

“Aww, that is so sweet. I would’ve never thought that a person like you could like a person like me—but I feel the same way and I’ve felt that way for a long time”, you confessed, and that brought a smile to his face.

“In that case, let me show you how much I like you. Can I take you out on a date?”, Yeosang asked nervously.

“I would love that, Yeo”, you responded with the biggest smile on your face, which made him feel relieved.

The staff called you over, but before you could stand up, Yeosang pulled you into a warm hug.

“You can do it, I believe in you”, he said softly before you were forced to go and do the photoshoot.

[ask-postcrash-curly]

*Grub hustles, grabbing bouquets of flowers (which seems to be her thing now?) And dispersing them amungst everyone who showed up in person today.*

Flower meanings are pretty much just made up, I think. So I'm going off this article I found.

First up, Curly!

You get... let's see...

Soldalgo: Positivity and good thoughts for someone going through a time of change

Black-eyed-Susan: Encouragement for a friend. Things are going to get so much better now!

Geranium: Comfort. If anyone could use more of that, it's you!

Pink Tulip: Well wishes, happiness and love (in a platonic sense)

Blue Star: Strength, resilience and perseverance

Alyssum: Worth beyond beauty (this kind of sounds like a backhanded compliment. But I swear it's not! I just think you're great as a person, and I'm glad I've had the chance to meet you)

Yellow Rose: Friendship and happiness

Bee Balms: protection from illness

Dahlia: Dignity and pomp. Hey, it's a day (wait, night?) worth celebrating!

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The random nurse gets...

Orange Tulip: Understanding and appreciation

White Rose: New beginning (Let's hope!)

Yellow Lilly: Gratitude (why is there no yellow text option???)

Purple Hyacinth: Frogiveness (technically it means please forgive me, but in this case I'm choosing to use it as an expression of grace towards them, privindjng things do change around here)

Camellia: My fate is in your hands

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Robin! I don't think we've actually talked face to face! But these are for you! Mostly representing how I see your relationship with Curly, as well as just my impressions of you as a person.

Pink Azalia: Elegance, Femininity, Taking care of your family

Yellow Rose: Friendship and happiness (some of these will be repeats, but I hope that doesn't deminish their value!)

Alyssum: Worth beyond beauty

Blue Bell: Kindness. Also used to express gratitude for the friendship, love and support

Pink Roses: Happiness, Gentleness. Often given to the motherly figures in someone's life.

Violet: Loyalty, Devotion, Faithfulness

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I think I'm running out of room in this message. But Death, Possum, Moth and your crew better not think they're getting out of this! I've got flowers for you punks, too!

-🐛

Hey! Still can't scroll down that article, I'm afraid.

Hah... Thank you. I can see how you'd find most of these fitting me. You really put a lot of thought into this, yeah?

The random—? Oh, you mean the doctor. Swansea called them Doc, so I'm pretty sure it was a doctor. Or he could've just been saying that. ...Camellia, huh? Well, they did put a covering over the light, they did let Swansea in today, and they haven't made me take any more pills, so I'd say things have changed.

These are nice for her... Especially the kindness, hah. What with Kind Words.

More flowers? I'll look forward to 'em. Have to ask, where in the world are you getting all these?

[friendlyrandomperson]

Letters.

*smack*

While spinning, Frank’s voice sounds like it is rapidly decreasing and increasing in volume.

“JuLiE jOyFuL i Do NoT uNdErStAnD yOuR fAsCiNaTiOn WiTh My HeAd SpInNiNg UnCoNtRoLlAbLy.”

Eddie walks up to Frank’s mailbox while on his route, only to see this fiasco. “Mail’s her- Oop! Now just what is going on here?”

Eddie walks up behind Frank, who is still spinning. Frank’s head appears to be a blur. “mR. dEaR, hOw ArE yOu ToDaY?”

“Well I’m doing peachy, Mr. Frankly, however, well- uh- frankly I’m concerned as to why your head is spinning ‘round like one o’ them… tops? Oh, forget it, where are my manners, would you like some help?” Eddie asked Frank politely, trying to be anything but a bother. Julie perks up, exclaiming, “His head spins like a die if you whack it hard enough!”

Eddie chuckles slightly, irritating Frank. “JuLiE, i SiMpLy Do NoT sEe ThE pOiNt In SpInNiNg Me ArOuNd!” “Hold up now, I’ve gotcha.” Eddie walks up behind Frank and takes Frank’s face in his hands.

“Oh! Sorry Mr. Frankly, lemme just-“

Eddie slowly rotates Frank’s head back to its normal position. “There! Now you’re back to normal.”

Eddie grins, hands Frank his mail, or rather, places it in Frank’s frozen hands, and walks away with a peppy “Goodbye Mr. Frankly; Goodbye Miss Julie!”

Frank, red faced from both anger at the whole fiasco and something else , stares at the letters in his hand.

“Ooooooo, whatcha got there Frankie?”

Julie takes the bunch of letters out of Frank’s hand. She reads the names aloud; “Wally Darling, Barnaby B, Sally S, pretty standard stu— oh? This one doesn’t have a name on it!”

Frank blinks, then shakes his head before looking at Julie with a quizzical expression.

“Huh? Julie, give me the letters please.”

Julie gives the envelopes back to Frank, who glances down batch to see just what he had been told; a nameless envelope, sealed with a small, yellow butterfly sticker.

Frank opens the letter hesitantly, Julie running behind him and peeking over his shoulder. “I wonder who it could be!!!” Julie squeals, swinging her arms in excitement. Frank takes the card out of the envelope and opens it slowly, to reveal a butterfly inside, which popped out like a pop-up book.

“You give me… butterflies?”

Frank holds the card in his hands, observing the detailed, large butterfly in the middle, surrounded by also very detailed, yet much smaller, other butterflies.

“Ooooooo, someone’s got a secret admirer!!!! I wonder who it is, Frank!”

Chapter 2: This will BEE fun.

It had been quite a while since that letter came in the mail; around 8 weeks, to be precise. Since then, it became a little routine between Frank and Julie to take a look at the cards together; after all, Julie just couldn’t wait and was a sucker for romance.

“Frank Frank Frank lemme see it!!!!!” Julie spins around Frank, jumping up and down as he chuckles. “I wonder what this one will say..”

Frank opens the envelope and opens the card, which has a pop up flower in the middle with miniature bees all around it, with the message being “You’re bee-utiful!”

Frank smiles wider, his already rosy cheeks turning a soft red, like a ladybug’s wings. He shakes his head, still grinning at the silly card.

“Heh, this one’s clever too. Whoever this is, they’re very good at puns. Perhaps I should ask Eddie who these are from!”

Julie puts her hands on her hips. “Are you sureeeee Frank? Are you sure you’re ready to know? What if it’s someone like BARNABY?!?!”

Frank shivered at that thought; the likelihood was slim, however one could never know. Barnaby was full of surprises. “Oh goodness Julie, you’re right. Maybe I shouldn’t.”

Frank spent the rest of the day mentally going through each neighbor in the neighborhood, looking at potential matches, sifting through clues, attempting to find a solution and seeing none.

Except… he did not think about Eddie.

Frank calls Julie the next morning.

“Hello, hello, you’ve reached the Joyful residence!”

“Hello Julie, how are you doing?”

“Oh I’m doing swell, Frank! Are you excited about the next letter? I wonder what the pun will be today!”

Before Frank could respond, Julie’s voice perks up again.

“Unfortunately I have a LOT of stuff to do today so you’re gonna have to open this one on your own Frankie. Sorry!!! Gotta go! Buh-bye!!” Julie hangs up without even allowing Frank to say Goodbye.

The dial tone ringing in his ear, Frank takes a deep breath and predicts the worst.

He places the phone down, puts on his gardening gloves, and walks outside, crouching and working on his garden as the sun rises.

Chapter 3: Oh Dear.

Eddie arrives on time, his heart pounding in his chest, pounding in his ears. He takes a deep breath as he digs the letters out of his bag. “Mail’s here, Mr. Frankly!” Frank turns around and feels his cheeks warm up. Eddie smiles and hands him the letters, the one sealed with a heart on top. “Thank you Eddie. How has your morning been so far?”

“It’s been quite nice, Mr. Frankly. How has yours been?” Eddie, smiling, looks at Frank, his cheeks getting more and more warm as the time passes. Frank smiles, his cheeks burning, and says “I am doing just swell Eddie.” Eddie smiles, says goodbye, and walks away. Frank looks at the letter in his hand, his cheeks on fire. His heart pounding, he opens the envelope and nervously opens the card. A small, painted envelope pops up. The message reads, “I hope you’re aMAILable at 8 tomorrow night! -Eddie “Ed” Dear.” Frank’s heart skips a beat or two, reading the message. Reading the signature. Putting all of the little pieces together. Seeing every sign. Feeling his face burn, in the best way possible.

“Eddie… oh my goodness… it was Eddie this entire time…”

Frank’s face, normally bare and not in the slightest way positive, relaxes as his mouth slowly curves into a smile. He turns and spots a gorgeous orange flower blanketed in the sunlight, reminding Frank of Eddie. Frank smiles, feeling better than he ever has before. He walks inside, dialing Julie’s number. “Julie… Julie Joyful pick up your phone!” Barely one minute after Frank says this, Julie picks up. “Yello Frankie! Did ya find out who your little pen pal was????”

“Well Julie.. you’ll never guess.”

“Is it Eddie?”

Frank’s eyes widen. “How did you-“

“Guess who it was? Simple. He talks about you ALL OF THE TIME! Who do you think helped him make the cards?!”

“Wha— Wait just a darn minute Julie… you were helping him make those letters?!”

“Yup! He’s good with arts, crafts, and puns but he can’t use glitter glue for the life of him! So I had to help him sparkle it up a bit!”

Frank smirks. “Well, if you know so much about the cards, then what did this one say?”

“He wants to take you on a date tomorrow! Do you wanna go?”

Frank immediately hangs up the phone with a great amount of force, sending a loud crack sound through the room.

On the other end, the dial tone is loudly ringing in Julie’s ear. She looks over and shrugs at Eddie, who is standing over a messy desk and is covered in various colors, mainly pink, of glitter glue. “Uh, ma’am? Can I have a little help with these flowers?”

“I’m not sure they’re gonna be used, Eddie! He hung up on me!”

“Oh no! Jeez, do you think maybe I went too fast?”

“Eddie, you gave him a letter every day for WEEKS!” Julie looks at Eddie. Her facial expression was a mix of shock, empathy, and proudness.

She picks up a bottle of neon blue glitter glue. “At least talk to him one on one first! That way you’ll know for sure!”

Chapter 4: Rain.

The next morning arrives, a cloudy Saturday with flowers blooming everywhere in the neighborhood, colors of the rainbow shining like beacons in the soft yellow light of the sunrise. Eddie Dear had been up and about for about an hour, in day-to-day attire since he had the day off, at Poppy’s insistence. His outfit was loose navy blue pants and a nice white t-shirt, and of course, his hair was styled just the way he liked it.

He takes a look at his clock on the wall, softly ticking away. “6 in the mornin’ already? Goodness gracious I’m gonna be late for mah walk!” Eddie slides on his tennis shoes and heads out the door, and despite leaving his house later than usual, he walks calmly, taking his time to observe the flowers in yards, the trees in a vibrant shade of green, and the sun, a gorgeous yellow ball complimenting the gray sky, blue patches appearing throughout. Quite a while away, approximately 40 minutes, Frank, relaxed yet stressed simultaneously, is gardening, finding weeds and taking them out, placing them in a neat pile beside him. The pile is very large, as Frank wakes at 4 in the morning to garden. To walk around the neighborhood, it does take a good while, around an hour or so if you’re not in a hurry.

As the sky becomes darker, the clouds bundled together as if one, Eddie starts to worry about the possibility of rain. He shrugs this off, believing the worst it could be is a slight drizzle, nothing major. 20 minutes go by, and the sky has turned close to black. Frank notices this and calmly stands, collects his weeds, and tosses them out before going inside. Lightning strikes a small ways away, spooking Eddie slightly. A couple of second later, the sound of the strike catches up and booms through the neighborhood, rumbling and encasing Eddie in its roar.

The rain starts to pour, hard rainfall hitting the ground loudly with splashes. Eddie starts to run. The rain, pouring down ruthlessly, drenches Eddie’s clothes. As Eddie runs past Frank’s house, he hears a voice calling his name. “Eddie! Mr. Dear, come inside!!!” Eddie looks towards the voice to see the faint silhouette of Frank. Frank runs inside, grabs an umbrella, and sprints towards Eddie. He opens the umbrella above them both, breathing heavily. “What are you doing out here in this horrendous weather?!” Frank yells, attempting to be heard over the downpour. He was genuinely concerned and frightened for Eddie’s well being. Frank grabs Eddie’s hand and pulls him along towards the door slightly before closing the umbrella behind him. Eddie, confused, stands in front of Frank, who due to not opening the umbrella until he reached Eddie, is also drenched, his hair hanging loosely along his face, water streaming down his cheeks and forehead. “You are going to catch a cold! Come here, I’m bringing you a towel to dry yourself off with.”

“I- Mr. Frankly I’ll be fi-“ Eddie stutters, failing to get the words out before Frank gives him a towel. “Nonsense. Dry off and sit down, you can stay here until this storm passes.” Frank leaves, and comes back with a towel, drying his own hair and clothing off. Eddie dries himself, and awkwardly sits down, attempting to act casually. Frank looks at Eddie’s moist hair, then looks Eddie in his eyes. “Your hair appears stuck together, do you use hairspray by any chance?” Eddie looks upwards towards his hair and lifts his hand to run it through his locks.

Glue.

The glue he uses to style his hair EVERY MORNING got wet, then moved around when Eddie tried to dry his hair, and in turn messed his hair up. Eddie’s face starts to warm up with embarrassment. “Goodness, I am so sorry, it’s uhm- it’s glue-“ Eddie awkwardly chuckles in between his sentence, “I style my hair with glue in the mornin’s. Hairspray doesn’t have a particularly nice smell, and glue’s much easier to work with.” Frank smirks slightly, trying not to laugh. Frank, now snickering, looks at Eddie with an amused expression before raising one side of his brow. “Eddie, I mean- Mr. Dear- do you need to wash your hair?”

Eddie, furiously blushing, looks to the side to avoid eye contact.

Frank calmly smiles. “Mr. Dear use the bathroom and wash out your hair, it’s not good to leave product in it for a long amount of time, it could damage your hair you know!” Eddie looks at the floor, embarrassed. “I couldn’t possibly-“ Frank smirks, suddenly relaxing his face and looking towards the rain and catching Eddie off guard, making him go quiet. “You know what? Come with me.” Eddie raises an eyebrow. “I- uh- okie dokie then.” Eddie stands. Frank sets their towels on the table and walks towards the door. “Come on outside. The rain will probably get it out, and standing outside in the rain is actually quite nice if you’re being safe! Besides, we’re already quite… wet.”

Frank opens the door and puts out his hand towards Eddie, who hesitantly takes it. Frank holds Eddie’s hand as they both walk out into the pouring rain. Frank is the first to walk out, and he smiles at Eddie before taking Eddie’s hand and pulling him out into the raindrops, into the storm. Eddie looks up, holding his arm above his eyes so that he can see, but he is greeted with a threatening view, clouds darker than the midnight sky.

“Didn’t you say I’ll catch a cold, Mr-“ Eddie is cut off by Frank’s sudden snickering. Eddie’s face warms, listening to Frank’s laughter. “I did, didn’t I? But didn’t I also say to go wash your hair?” Eddie smirks. “You did, you did.” Frank’s snickering lit up the otherwise darkened environment. Eddie starts to laugh, which causes them both to burst into loud, pure laughter in the rain, drowned out only by the sound of the thunder, the wind, and the loud pattering of the rain hitting concrete. Eddie’s hair falls, as all of the glue falls out, landing on the ground below and into the sewer drain. Both stand in the rain, giggling like children as they stand there. Eddie runs his fingers through his hair, and he can tell everything is out. He looks at Frank, who is staring at the yard, water flooding everywhere. “Let’s head back inside, we don’t want to get sick, do we?” Frank laughs, and looks directly into Eddie’s eyes.

“Sure.”

That small word, clear against the noise, made Eddie smile as he took Frank’s hand in his, locking their fingers together. Eddie stands there for a moment, as if frozen, with fear and anticipation. Frank feels his face warming up as he looks at Eddie’s hand in his. This moment, as if everything froze, was something brand new for the both of them. Frank smiles, tightens his grip softly and walks towards the door into the house. The two walk inside, water dripping from their clothes and their hair. Eddie grabs his towel and attempts to dry it off. Frank just stares, surprised by how long he had been oblivious to Eddie’s feelings.

Realizing both of their clothes are now completely soaked, Frank quickly dries his hair, and walks off towards the attic door. “I should have SOMETHING for you to wear, you can’t have wet clothes on the ENTIRE day!” Eddie raises an eyebrow. Crashing, shuffling, and the sound of boxes moving arise from the attic. “I actually found something. It might be a tad loose but- it should work slightly until you are able to leave.” Frank emerges with a blue pair of pants, with polka dots, and a large red sweater. “Julie took Barnaby shopping a little while back and gave me what he did not want. I suppose it was useful.” Eddie smiles and thanks Frank for the clothing. He walks off and emerges dry and in the baggy clothing. “Turns out these pants are adjustable!”

Flustered, Frank gives him an awkward thumbs up. “You look… nice.”

Frank changes his clothing into something more.. well, casual. He emerges in a pair of loose black sweatpants, and a soft yellow t-shirt. He looks over and smiles at Eddie, who appears to be checking him out, his eyes going down, then up, then freezing at Frank’s face. Frank’s amused expression said everything; he got caught red-handed and red-faced, too.

Frank walks closer to Eddie, a light smile making his face home. “Are you okay Mr. Dear? You appear quite shook.”

Eddie nervously meets Frank’s eyes, which show kindness, empathy, but most of all, no matter how much Frank attempts to hide it, his eyes show pure amusement. Eddie smiles and says, “Yes Frank- I mean- Mr. Frankly, yes I am alright. Are you alright? Is it hot in here or is that just me?”

Frank chuckles, as it is a very common mishap between them to accidentally address each other as their first names, and Eddie’s rambling was quite cute.

“I am fine, but you should know something.” Frank smiles, and Eddie raises his eyebrow in curiosity. “You can address me as Frank, you know. I don’t mind it. I consider us close enough for that.”

Eddie blushes at this. Close enough? Did he mean as friends or as something more… serious? Eddie hesitates and repeatedly opens his mouth before shutting it, as he can’t figure out how to respond. Frank’s head starts to spin after around 2 minutes, which causes him to try and stop it, only to fail, which then causes his head to spin even faster. Eddie’s eyes widen. “Oh goodness, Mr- I mean- Frank- I- here let me..” Eddie moves closer and cups Frank’s head in his hands, then slowly rotates it so that his head is back in place, his cheeks in Eddie’s palms.

Eddie blushes and lets Frank’s head go, and turns to look at the floor. Frank pauses for a moment, processing the incident.

Frank takes a deep breath and sits down on the couch, patting the spot next to him, silently inviting Eddie to join him, and the mailman accepted the invitation.

Frank’s face falls slightly, his brow furrowing a tad as his mouth falls into a gentle line.

“Eddie… we need to discuss something.” Eddie’s heart drops. He freezes before breathing in and sitting up a tad straighter.

Frank stands up, walks into the kitchen, opens a drawer, grabs the “aMAILable” card from the drawer and walks back into the living room, where he sits next to Eddie. “This… did you mean it?” Eddie, confused, looks at the card, then back at Frank, then at the card. Eddie sighs in defeat, shame, and humiliation, believing he messed up. “Yes. I did.”

Frank blushes, his smile returning, but much softer, wider.

“I was hoping you would say that.”

Eddie looks at Frank in shock. Frank smiles. “Honestly… I feel the same way about you…. I simply had not realized it yet.” Eddie blushes, emotions coursing through his body. Surprise, joy, everything good and perfect. Yet his face remains… blank. A frozen mask, seeming like he’s stuck in confusion. Frank begins to get nervous. “You don’t believe me, do you?” Frank says. Frank’s expression is amusement… only a little bit of his anxiety shining through. Eddie shakes his head side to side, no. Frank takes a deep breath. “Here, close your eyes.” Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Just do it, trust me.” Eddie shrugs and closes his eyes. Frank stands, walks into his office, plants covering every surface inside, and a small snip can be heard. Footsteps grow closer and Frank emerges with a rose. Frank sits next to Eddie once again and holds out the rose.

“Open your eyes.”

Eddie opens his eyes, greeted by the vivid, blood red rose in one of Frank’s hands, its petals loosely lying in a group, sharp thorns along its sides, its leaves turned downwards at the edges.

Eddie takes the rose with an expression of bewilderment on his face, and looks at Frank’s nervous expression. Eddie smiles and takes a deep breath. He sets the rose down on his armrest and hugs Frank tightly. Frank, shocked but not against the sudden contact, gently hugs him back. As they pull away, Eddie glances down and hovers his hands above Frank’s waist, a silent check for permission. Frank nods, his smile growing at the mailman’s politeness.

Eddie smiles gently, resting his hands on Frank’s waist loosely, holding the world in his arms. They gently press their foreheads together, and just sat. The only noise was the rain outside of the windows. This moment was.. perfect. Of course it was, they finally had the courage to admit that they had feelings for each other. Or at least, they had the courage to greatly imply it. Frank looks into Eddie’s eyes, Eddie looks into Frank’s. Frank takes a small breath, and moves his head back slightly. Eddie, confused, says, “Is everything okay?” Frank nods yes. Frank sighs before looking at Eddie, his smile growing just a tad.

Frank softly mumbles something that Eddie can’t quite hear. “Hm? What did you say?” Frank sighs before saying, slightly louder,

“You are so pretty.”

Eddie blushes, caught off guard. Frank looks at Eddie’s chest, embarrassed and regretting everything that ever came out of his mouth. Eddie notices this and smiles. He rotates Frank’s head upward.

“You’re pretty too.”

Chapter 5: Bug.

Eddie places his hand back onto Frank’s waist and pulls him closer, hugging him softly. Frank blushes, and holds Eddie close in his arms. They both pull away and look at each other with adoration, with trust, with love. Frank smirks, and just stares at Eddie. Frank smiles, looks over at the drawer he keeps the cards in, and looks back at Eddie. “You know, you are great with puns.” Eddie smiles. “I wanted to make them meaningful to you.” Frank grins. Eddie looks at Frank, and takes a deep breath before pulling Frank slightly closer. They place their foreheads together and just stay that way. All of a sudden, Frank’s head starts to rotate slowly as he becomes gradually more nervous. However, this has a domino effect that leads to him becoming more nervous and his head spinning faster, which makes Eddie start laughing. Eddie lets Frank go as Frank’s head gradually spins faster. Frank’s head starts making a whirring noise because of how fast it is spinning, which only makes Eddie start cackling. They are on opposite ends of the couch now, Eddie hanging onto the armrest laughing, and Frank attempting to stop his head from spinning. Eddie laughing starts making Frank more at ease, which allows his head to slow down more and more until his head is still. Eddie is still laughing at the sheer silliness of the situation. Frank snickers slightly before shaking his head in a “Oh you~” sort of way. “I-“ Eddie wheezes in between his words, trying to keep his composure. “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at you!” Eddie covers his mouth in an attempt to stop laughing. Frank smiles and laughs silently. “It’s okay, Eddie. Your laugh is nice, you know. I hope I hear it more often.” Frank says this as if it was casual small talk, smiling comfortably at Eddie’s blushing face. “I- Well- Thank you, Frank, I-“ Eddie stutters for a good moment trying to figure out how to thank Frank for the compliment. Frank chuckles and moves closer to Eddie, softly grabbing his hand. This calmed Eddie down enough to stop stuttering. “Thank you, Frank. I like your laugh too.”

Frank smiles, and looks out the window to see the rain slowly becoming less violent. “Oh, the rain is passing by.” Eddie looks out of the window and sees the clouds becoming a lighter shade of gray. “Oh wow… is it just me, or does the grass seem greener after rain?” Frank smiles softly, admiring Eddie in the light of the sun, peeking through the clouds. “I suppose. Ooo!!! Eddie come see!” Frank stands excitedly and runs towards the door. Eddie raises his eyebrow and follows Frank, only to see him crouched in his garden holding something in his hands. Eddie walks over and immediately yelps at the sight of the beetle in Frank’s hands. “Maladera castanea.” Frank says, standing and holding the beetle as if it was the most precious thing in the world. “These beetles often only come out at night… I wonder why it’s here in the middle of the afternoon.” Frank says, curiosity very obvious in his voice. His expression changes to one of realization as he stares at it longer, and he appears to become saddened by something. “Hey, hey what’s wrong?” Eddie slowly approaches Frank, still scared by the bug. Frank sighs, crouches down, and places the beetle onto a small leaf in his garden. “It must have gotten caught in the storm or something.” Frank says sadly. “It’s sad really; I never even noticed that it was there. I could have researched it alive.” Eddie places his hand onto Frank’s back. “It’s okay, the lil’ guy had a big ol’ life!” Frank smiles and stands up.

Holding Eddie’s hand in his own, Frank softly speaks up.

“Maybe you’re right, Eddie. Maybe you are right.”

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

I saw you do this ask “how gain the trust and become a friend of skelebros”. Could you do this same ask but with SF, FSG, HS and HF

Horrorswap Sans - It's extremely hard as Nugget is absolutely not friendly to humans. You're going to need a lot of persistence and honesty, as if you're lying or hurting him once, it's over forever. He's going to realize eventually he's acting like a jerk to you and maybe try to make some effort to be nicer, but it's not going to be immediate.

Horrorswap Papyrus - Just being nice to him and treating him normally, like he's not disabled and in a horrible state. He's aware his story is tragic, but he's tired of being considered only like that. He wants to do fun things with his S/O, not being asked constantly if he's alright. Of course, being there through the bad days is important too, as he still has a lot of them. Pumpkin trusts pretty easily, other than that.

Horrorfell Sans - He likes funny people that don't remind him constantly of his past. Copper wants to take a new start on the Surface, so trying to learn about him now without trying to learn things about his past is the best. He'll tell you in time, just not now. He doesn't trust easily, though, and he's still a little bit of a jerk when he realizes the relationship is going well, just to see if you're going to flee or not. He's not that hard to get as a friend once you understand he's all bluffing and no biting.

Horrorfell Papyrus - Patience and perseverance. Chief is going to be wary as soon as he's realizing you have an interest in him, because why the hell do you want to get closer? In his world, these types of things lead to treason and premature death, so he's a bit scared you're going to betray him at his most vulnerable moment. But the more time passes, the more he's lowering his guard, even though he takes little steps back when he becomes aware he's opening up to you. If you're still here for him during one of the bad days, he might give up and dump everything on you out of nowhere because he just so desperately needs someone to talk to and that he can trust.

Swapfell Sans - All it takes is to come back to see him several times a week for 1. Nox to realize he's upset when you're not coming. 2. Nox to realize he's actually looking forward for these small moment and 3. Nox to realize he actually likes you. It's going to take some time, as he's really slow, but you can make him come out of his angry little shell, a step after the other. The day you manage to make him laugh, you have won.

Swapfell Papyrus - Learning his routine and meeting him to the spots he's showing to: the trash areas behind his house, the bank in the park to prank people and McDonald's. With time, he'll realize all by himself he's kind of sad when you're not here, until one morning you find him waiting in front of your door (how the hell does he know where you live???) and excited to go to his favorite spots with you. And then he does that every morning to be sure you're coming.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Being brutally honest with him and show displeasure when he's an asshole. Wine is tired of people saying yes to everything he says because they're scared of him. He's going to try to scare you off too, but as soon as you resist, you'll see the most flabbergasted expression on his face. So, the thing is, he's not going to be happy. But also he's super happy and excited about it? Because now he sees you as someone worth playing with, even though it means he's going to be even more of a jerk lol. It's just his love language.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Look at him all serious for 10 seconds until he frowns in worry, and then smile at him and watch as his entire face illuminates. Here you go. He's your friend now.

[20000dollarnosebleed]

The Sharpest Lives - MCR at WWWY Festival 10/20

Flashing lights warning

[hanasnx]

ᯓ★ “ I WANNA FUCK WITH THE LIGHTS ON ” — clark kent.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: this movie isn’t out yet but i can’t wait that long to take advantage of my superman kick and fuck this man. unfortunately i don’t know much about his characterization other than the trailer content. WARNINGS: fem reader ノ established relationship ノ explicit sexual content ノ size difference ノ dick riding ノ objectification ノ p in v ノ praise ノ clark has huge dick syndrome.

“Just… take it slow.” CLARK KENT encourages, but it’s said more so for himself than you. A large, flattened palm emphasizes his instruction, gesturing for you to relax without grabbing you to take over your actions. You stop, his eyes flickering to meet yours questioningly, until he takes a shot in the dark. “Please.” It’s delightfully endearing, and it loosens you up a little.

“It’s not that, Clark, I’m just—you’re just so… you know,” Big. You try to hint at it without blurting it out. Hovering over his lap too long, a tremor builds in your thighs, and you bite down onto your lip as you let it pass through you in a shudder.

His expression adjusts as the realization dawns on him, “Ah,” he exclaims thoughtfully, and he tests the waters, bringing his hands to your body to rest in comfortable places. Your waist seems appropriate, and your fingers fiddle with the muscle in his shoulders as you keep chewing your lip. “Do you want me to take over?” the question is punctuated with a shift of his hips, arranging himself in a better position to begin, but even the marginal movement has you whining with need. It alerts him, tensing up instantly as he freezes while your pretty face twists in pleasured agony. You’re still wrapped around his reddened tip, and it’s a burning kind of stretch that makes you wish you could just shove him in all the way—at the cost of ripping you in half.

Through your heavy lids and thick eyelashes, you manage to meet his gaze with darkened pupils that don’t want to cooperate. You hum a pitiful “uh-huh” while you nod your head, signaling to him that he’s right. His thumbs on your torso stroke at your skin comfortingly, big hands clamped around you as he raises you. The lip of his head catches on the rim of your pussy, and you suck in a breath as an emptiness replaces what used to be filled.

“We’re gonna take it nice and easy,” Clark talks you through it, but even his exhale hitches when cold air hits his slit. Carefully, he lowers you back on, feeding his dick back into your silken walls before taking it away again—all to introduce your hole to his size little by little. The method chips away at your tightness, and you try to follow his movements with yours even if you’re weak in the knees. “Wanna look at me, duchess? Let me see your eyes?” He tilts his head, his curls falling over his forehead as he chases your gaze. You do your best to peel your eyes open one-by-one, granting him his wish as you pant through your open mouth taking his cock one agonizing inch at a time. The sight of you barely holding on when he’s not even halfway in, stretches a smile onto his face, and if you were more coherent, you’d say it’s one of pride as well as endearment.

One hand cautiously releases your side, while the other takes your weight entirely, bobbing you up and down as if you were no heavier than a fleshlight. His other slides between you two to seek out your pretty bud, resting his thick fingers on your thigh while his thumb comes to stroke at that clit. The new sensation slicks you up as quickly as it occurred, and you gasp at how elevated it all feels from a simple action like that. “That’s what you were missing. Right, baby? It’s hard to loosen up without it. You’re so tight…” You know he didn’t say it like it’s a compliment, but it makes your insides jump anyway. Your muscle contracts and suddenly he can fit a lot more in. “Does that feel good?” he asks, his thumb leisurely circling your bud as your pussy drools around him.

Desperately, you nod your head with a couple of “mm-hmm’s!” that lead him to speed up—introducing you to more of his length as he picks up the pace on petting your clit. Your hands abandon gripping his shoulders for stability and instead overlay his. Yours are dwarfed by him, but he takes your guidance, absorbing how you’re putting pressure on his knuckles and replicating it against your poor pearl, getting puffy from the stimulation and the lack of getting railed. It all lights a fire under your ass, and your body moves for you, bouncing in place to try and force more of his cock into you. You can’t overpower the Superman, but he does let you take it all down to the hilt—his strength making a sex toy out of you.

[inbabylontheywept]

bad dating stories time: the shoe incident

so in highschool, my best friend wasnt allowed to go on dates unless there was another couple there to keep an eye on him. part of this was his parents being insane, but also, part of it was him being insane. in a problem with no reasonable parties, there are no reasonable solutions.

at some point in my junior year, my sorta-gf broke up with me, and i just wasnt feeling dating, which was bad for my friend, because he had a good thing going with a girl he met in court.

he kind of hounded me about it. kept pushing me to just put me feet back in the dating pool and i wasnt real thrilled about it, because i knew he was pushing me for his own benefit, not mine, so i kept telling him to fuck off, and after a few weeks of being told that i would date when i was damn well ready, he eventually said: okay. what if i paid for the date AND found you a blind date AND all you had to do was show up?

and i shouldve said no, i know, but i let him wear me down, and i will own my fault in that. a date starting on such a stupid premise could never have gone well.

but he still managed to find a way to make it worse.

i dont know how long he tried to set a blind date up. it couldve been multiple attempts. he couldve stooped to this immediately. but what happened in the end was that he called a girl from the ward he attended - a girl that he knew had a giant, mushy crush on him - and he said: hey! how would you feel about going on a date this weekend?

(you know, implying it was with him, but never actually saying it.)

and she said YES WOW I WOULD LOVE TO and he said great! and then he called me up and said he found me a date.

i did not learn about his crimes until several weeks later. i will die swearing before god almighty that i would never have allowed this travesty to happen if i had known.

that was on a monday. the date of the date rolled around that friday evening, and im sorry to confess, i really phoned the whole thing in. i showed up in my favorite comfy outfit, which was also a fashion crime: basketball shorts and flipflops and a baja hoodie. it was super comfy but it made me look kind of crazy. i picked him up first, and then i picked up his date next, and then we went to pick up my date, and thats where you're gonna get the play by play.

i arrived, walked across the yard, and knocked on the front door. she opened it almost immediately, like shed been waiting right by it, and i could see her expression go from OMG IM SO EXCITED to super disappointed, then disgusted and finally pissed. and because i didn't know about my friends sins, i thought it was from my outfit. which seemed... harsh. like, hey, im allowed to be quirky, fuck you. also its a blind date, i thought the deal was that we were both going to be sad broken sacks of mortality.

anyway, we looked at each other for several seconds before she slammed the door in my face.

i looked back at my friend. he was sweating bullets. i dont know what he expected from this, but there was this big long pause where we both tried to figure out what to do, and then the door opened up, and her dad invited me in, and he said she was gonna need a few minutes to finish getting ready, and that in the meantime we could sit and talk.

we did not talk. we did sit. i sat down on the couch, and he sat down in a chair across the couch, and then instead of talking he cleaned his pistol on the coffee table. i wasnt actually sure if it was a threat, or if it was just a fidget thing for 40+ year old republican men, but when i tried to help he got snappy so i just watched him put a pistol back together.

he was okay at it.

eventually my date came downstairs, still mad as hell for reasons beyond my ken, and i felt pretty guilty for being such a mess because i thought that was why she was so angry. i tried to make up for by walking her to the car and getting the door for her, just generally trying to be extra polite, but before i could make it back to the drivers side, her dad called me back to the door. so i flipped around, went to the door, and immediately regreted my decision.

soon as i was within range, her dad got waaaay too close to me, leaned in, and said "whatever you do to her, i will do to you," and my brain went into overdrive making three consecutive realizations.

realization one was, damn, the pistol thing was a threat. that sucks. what an asshole. realization two was, wait, im autistic and even i know theres a 0% chance me and my date even hold hands, least of all boink. does this guy actually think there's even a 1% chance of anyone in that car getting laid tonight? is he an idiot? and then realization three went through, which was wait, is this guy threatening to fuck me? and unfortunately, with my brain doing so much processing, my mouth was left to run amok, so somewhere between realization 2 and 3, i said:

"i can't get pregnant"

which, i swear, wasn't actually me trying to be a smartass, it was just me pointing out that he couldn't actually follow up on that threat. it just wasn't possible. we do not live in the omegaverse and im not scared of you.

still, it was an insanely catastrophic thing to say, and the moment we both heard it, we bluescreened. that single sentence obliterated both of our momentary streams of consciousness like a saltine in front of a sand blaster. problem was, he'd probably gone his whole life not even realizing someone could say something that stupid, and making that realization was going to cost him a lot of thinking time. me though? i had been saying shit like that for 17 years, i didnt have to rewrite my expectations of human nature, i just had to plan an exit and start striding. so i was already halfway back to the car before i heard "hey. hey come back. Hey. Hey. HEY. HEY WAIT. HEY GET BACK HERE. HEY-"

and then i was in my car, and i drove away.

if this happened today, he'd have called her, and the whole thing wouldve imploded then and there, but back then, there were still a decent number of teenagers without cell phones. especially the teenagers of insane, gun toting parents. so she just said: whoa what was that all about? and i said: dont worry about it, he'll tell you about it when you get home.

and she said: ok and went back to staring daggers at me and my friend.

WHICH SURPRISINGLY isnt even how the story ends.

we went to an improv comedy show, and it was a disaster. it shouldve been like, 7/10 tops, but between my date being mad, and my friend having a good time, and me having the existential terror of knowing that a guy with a pistol was probably waiting outside his house for me to come back, it was easily 11/10. i laughed way too hard at everything. especially the jokes that flopped. id sit there in this mostly silent room and laugh until i dry heaved a little, and my date was absolutely disgusted, and even my friend was a little embarrassed, which would just make me laugh harder. i laughed so hard that night i could barely talk the next day. and then the show ended, and my friend said, you know, that was a good time, but i think we should maybe do something a little chiller? who wants to walk around the park? and his date said yeah, and my date said no, and i finally had mercy on the poor woman so i said, look, im gonna drop you off. and i am so, so sorry about this, but im dropping you off like a block away. super duper sorry.

do talk to your dad about the pistols thing if you dont want this happening more in the future tho.

and she said: okay. so i dropped her off, and she walked a block down, and that was that.

then i drove my friend and his date to a park that was good for wandering. i figured they wanted something more private, so instead of following them around point blank, i chose a park with this 30 foot rope tower, and i climbed to the top and i said: hey i can see you anywhere from up here, you are officially chaperoned from a distance. get panopticoned idiot. except my friend really is an idiot, and he didnt really get the whole 'now i dont have to third wheel so insanely hard with you guys' thing so he climbed up the tower too, and then his date followed behind him, so there are three people basically sitting together on top of a telephone pole.

and then they started making out.

i was close enough to hear it.

i didnt really know what to do so i was just kind of sitting there, dissociating, when some college kids came around and started shaking the tower. my friend's date went aaaaaaaaaa im afraid of heights :( and my friend went oh, dont worry, ill hold you tight ;) and i went hey, im gonna climb down and ask them to stop.

so i did climb down, and i did ask them to stop, and they flipped me off, which i wasnt even mad about. at that point i was i was like yeah, it would be weirder if this wasnt a mess. gods plan has been to fly this day like a 747 into my metaphorical twin towers and brother he is close enough for me to see him grinning through the cockpit window. still, eventually the college students got bored, so they climbed up the tower, which gave my friend and his date a window to climb down, and together we walked back to my car.

now, i cant explain why this is, but sitting back in the drivers seat was my carriage-back-into-a-pumpkin moment. i'd been chill about all the chaos, just rolling with the punches, but sitting down made me realize how much of a shitshow the day had been, and while i couldnt go back and fix all of it, i could go back and fix one thing.

so i told my friend and his date, hey, you two, stay here and don't do anything weird. don't. then i walked back to the rope tower, and i started picking up the shoes the college students had left at the base in order to climb.

about halfway through this, i realized that if i took all their shoes, they might think i was in it for the money, and i actually wanted them to know i was in it specifically to spite them. fuck those guys. so i put all the right shoes back, gave myself a 100 foot headstart, yelled "nice shoes, assholes", did a little jig, and started running.

my advice to everyone is that college students are faster than you think. even with the headstart, and the whole climb down the tower thing, i was still only fivish seconds ahead of them by the time i got to my car. i flung the door open, looked in the backseat, didnt see anyone, flung the stolen shoes in the backseat, heard two "ow"s, took that as proof of presence, jumped in and pealed out of the lot.

my friend and his date popped up a few seconds later. they were, uh, doing something weird in the back seat. my one request - obliterated.

they climbed up to ask where the hell all the shoes had come from, and i was like yeah i stole them from the college students, and they were like oh. cool. hope you had fun. and i was like, i did. i did. but speaking of fun, what were you doing back there?

and for the first time in my buddies life, i think he was actually embarassed.