#made this one extra sappy for u guys

[spdrvyn]

i'll be lonely with you — MIGUEL O'HARA

SUMMARY: with the passage of time and whispers from your acquaintances at the spider society HQ, you've found out that your boss has a habit of sneaking out of his office during the dead hours of night to eat dinner. completely alone.

NOTES: new formatting for fics !!! do you guys like it? :3 i decided to include summaries that way it would be easier for people to understand the general jist of the plot without me spewing nonsense in the notes. anyways enjoy !!!!! thanks for the support on my recent works as well ^_^

You didn't consider yourself the most introverted person.

Even when it came to hundreds of Spider-people, you tried to get to know who you could and become acquainted with as many of them as possible. How could you not?

However, there were few that you knew on a more personal level. People that you'd keep close to your side whenever you visited headquarters. People that you'd enjoy having an exchange of gossip with during lunch in the bustling cafeteria.

Miguel O'Hara wasn't exactly one of those people.

It's not like you didn't want to develop something more than a boss-coworker relationship. Though, conversations with him were always difficult, to the say the least. Most of the time, he's talking about work and anything that goes past that boundary goes unspoken.

Quite literally. You've forgotten the amount of times that you've built up the courage to mention anything about your other (not deceased) relatives or your friends and the amount of times that the room was filled with a silence so awkward that crickets are on the same volume as missile launchers.

Though, you didn't want to lose hope. You sort of understood where he was coming from. People go through grief and mourning in different ways, Miguel's was probably just isolation and a complete avoidance of discussions of personal life.

He was a leader. A good one. A trait of a good leader is to connect with their subordinates, establish relationships. So it really made you think.

How messed up was he that he missed that one quality?

"Hey. Your food's getting cold." There it goes, the sound of your train of thought leaving the station. Sometimes, you were grateful for Jess being there for you. She could snap you back to reality you like nobody else could.

You mutter an apology before stabbing your salad with your fork and taking a bite, Jess rests her head on her palm. Raising a brow at you, "So, did you want to eat lunch with me for fun or are you just using me to get info about Miguel? Again?"

Nervously, you shake your head. "It's nothing like that!" She leans in a little more, waving her other free hand in the air in a circular motion.

"...But if you have anything that you'd like to share then I'm not going to refuse entirely—"

"Oh my god. Fine, fine. What do you want to know?"

With that question, it felt like your mind blanked. You fidgeted with your fork, twirling a leaf of your salad against the plate as you pondered on what question to ask.

Jess responds with a deep sigh, "If you're trying to find a way to talk to him more, he doesn't leave that office of his much unless it's for work. He's in there most of time. Although..."

"Although?"

"Although, I've seen him come here normally somewhere around midnight to get a very late dinner alone. The place is less crowded, most are just in their own universe or sleeping or working."

Your face falls a little upon hearing that. "So I can only catch a non-serious conversation with him... in the middle of the night?"

"Exactly. Besides, there's a good chance he's going to just— continue talking about work with you whether he's in his office or not. You know that, right?"

You drop your utensil in defeat, burying your face shamefully in your hands. "I know..."

You quickly wrap up your lunch with Jess, as she shares bits and pieces about him. You had really wondered how she was able to learn all of these things about him anyway but before you had the opportunity to ask her, she told you to not.

Respecting her wishes, you keep your mouth shut. Respecting her even further, you decide to pack up both of your plates and wave her a goodbye before picking up those thoughts that you were left a while ago.

Admittedly, you didn't know why you were so persistent for something like this, for someone like him.

Determination was a strength of yours but that didn't mean that you didn't know where your limits rested and you would back off when you needed to.

There was just something. A swirling feeling in your gut that was telling you to keep going.

That it would be worth it.

So, you follow everything that Jess told you. Around midnight, he'd be alone, in the cafeteria, and looking for an empanada to snack on before heading back into his office. A very small fraction of his time left for personal conversation if you tried hard enough!

This most likely wasn't a good idea. You didn't sleep at all through the day but the thrill kept you alive and thriving. You confidently stride up to the counters of the cafeteria, picking out a small bag of chips for yourself and the last empanada for your soon-to-be snack companion.

Now, you wait.

You surveyed your surroundings and as you were doing that, you realize why he particularly emerges during these kinds of hours to eat. There was a significantly less amount of people.

Whenever you came here during the day, it was a miracle to be able to find completely empty seats. At times, you were forced to sit with a group of people.

You weren't entirely ungrateful for that though, you've made a lot of friends that way. Sure, it was awkward at first but the more you were forced to interact with people that way, the more you adapted to making small talk.

Even then, there were a lot of tables that were taken here save for one completely empty one at the far end.

Then, you finally see that navy and red suit.

Deciding to observe him just a little bit more, you watch him curse under his breath seeing the display case for the empanadas empty. Before he walks away any further, you tap him on the shoulder.

His mask was on, his eyes widen a little bit before you hand him the small box. "I saved the last one for you."

With a soft huff, you see the muscles in his shoulders and back grow loose once more, he hestitantly takes the container from your hands. Looking at it then looking back at you, "Thanks."

You two share a few seconds of awkward silence, you felt a little exposed. You decided to unmask for this because you wanted him to feel more comfortable talking to you rather than who you were as a Spider-person yet there's still that same awkwardness in the air.

Clearly without nothing to do and no idea on how to makem something better out of this, Miguel's about to walk off before you stop him once more.

"W— wait," A little piece of yourself dies inside as you hear yourself stutter but nevertheless, you keep going. "Uh, there aren't any other spots so is it alright if I sit you? I don't know any of the people here."

The way that you see the eyes through his masks narrow ever so slightly once the question escapes your throat makes your heart quiver like crazy.

You wanted to get to know him but damn, if you said that he didn't scare you sometimes then you would be lying.

You cry on the inside with sweet victory as he says...

"Fine."

That was it. That was all you got but you gladly take it! You have to catch up to him though because once you're done mentally celebrating, he's already a little bit far from you.

You try your hardest to keep your head straight but you can't help but look up and spare him one glance, the fact that you even had to look up at him really only emphasized your height difference with him.

Another factor that made you just a little bit more intimidated by him, his physique. You considered yourself to be of average height, you weren't the tallest person in the room but you were never the shortest as well. Just average.

The way he practically towered over you, his hand nearly being the size of your head. It made you feel something.

The moment that both of you have a seat, you take your opportunity.

"So, is there anything that you plan on doing after this?"

You get a little distracted once his mask comes off, he raises an eyebrow at you, crimson eyes that feel like they're looking straight into your soul. Though, side-tracked as he bites into the dough and meaty goodness of his empanada, with a shrug— he replies,

"Not really. Unless there's an anomaly I haven't heard of yet then I have no plans. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, nothing. Was just curious is all." Why was this so hard?!

The conversation goes as what you expected. You'd ask a question every moment or so and he'd give you a short response before going back to his food. He wouldn't ask you anything back, wouldn't add any 'unnecessary' comments. Just bask in the silence.

You simply couldn't take it anymore, you didn't know how to express your interest in him without asking him more questions about himself which he seems to avoid trying to answer.

You couldn't ask him about his hobbies because he'll most likely say that he's too busy working to actually spend time gaining and branching out to different interests.

Dejectedly, you sigh. "I'm sorry for imposing— on your alone time, I mean." It was like everything that you wanted to say just kept spilling out of your mouth.

"I didn't want to eat with you at this hour because I pity you or— or I found you lonely or whatever. I just thought that whenever you weren't talking about work, we'd be able to get along."

You stand up from your seat, eyes mindlessly darting arounf the labels of the bag of 'Spider-O's' in your clutches.

"I'll, uhm, let you eat in peace now. Once again, I'm—"

"Wait."

Which ever brain cells died from that interaction certainly reignited now. "Sit back down," It comes off an order. An order you certainly obey.

"I wouldn't have actually said yes to you if I didn't want to talk." He starts. "I know a lot of people but it's not in the same way that you do. I know their names, their faces, their canon events. You know their feelings, their mindscapes, and their troubles—"

"—And those are the exact kinds of things that I can't comprehend most of the time. We understand people differently, is what I'm saying. I still have no idea why exactly you sought out me of all people but I will... try to gain this new perspective of things."

You want to tamp down the smile that creeps up on your lips as you hear those words but you can't. What he said, it all made sense now. You couldn't see the full picture still, but you were willing to find it—

"I understand. It's fine."

"So? Do you have plans after this?"

Together.

[nemisuki]

Stay By Me

Synopsis || When the crowded trains are the worst part of their date, or so he thought... maybe they aren't so bad after all.

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, fluff, no smut or angst, physical touch, protective bkg, clumsy reader, aged up to seniors, dating au, short fluff oneshot, silly moments, he’s just a lil guy, 601 word count

The sound of closing doors echoed throughout the cart, the confined space being filled with its bustling passengers of all ages and sizes.

Perhaps choosing to go on a date on the weekend wasn't the smartest idea for a couple such as themselves, who much prefer a quiet ambience.

"Tch, so many damn extras."

His attitude is visible towards those unfortunate enough to accidentally make eye contact with him, his signature scowl so intimidating that they avert their gazes elsewhere.

"We only have a few stops, don't worry!"

She softly hums at the music vibrating in her headphones as the train slowly begins leaving the station.

He grunts in response to her words, already looking up at the sign for the number of stops left, his patience already thinning out.

The cart sways back and forth as it descends out the tunnel, rays of sunlight creeping through the glass and lighting up the interior of the train.

The soft melody heard through his single earbud — courtesy of their joint playlist the lovebirds are listening too right now — only adds to the serene beauty of the sights outside.

As it shifts to the romantic chorus of the song, her gaze drifts up to his expressionless face, his eyes looking out towards the city below.

He is the epitome of perfection.

Her eyes soften as she studies the intricate facial features that make up that stunning look of a face, no shame whatsoever as she fights the urge to nibble on those puffy cheeks of his.

So it's no shocker when the blonde looks down at her, as if feeling the intense stare from his side.

"What?"

He raises a brow at her — complete confusion dawning upon him — and tilts his head to the side, urging her to explain.

And so she does.

"Nothing, just that you're really handsome Katsuki!"

The blonde gives her a deadpan expression — one that she's grown too familiar with these past couple of years to understand — its purpose to conceal his bashfulness under the stoic mask.

He scoffs with fake distaste at her compliment.

"I love you~" she mouths towards him, knowing he'd hate for anyone to hear her sappy words in public.

She's been around him enough to know — he feels the same, in his own ways of course, despite the way he rolls his eyes, causing her to bite back a knowing smile.

The peaceful scene comes to a halt however, when the cart gets a bit too wobbly for her liking.

She stumbles around like many other unsuspecting victims in the train and quickly tightens her hold on the pole, assuming the small scare was over.

But knowing her clumsy self is bound to fall any second now, he pulls her figure right into his chest, securing the girl by resting his arm over her shoulder and holding her close.

Her eyes slightly widened with shock, the familiar scent of his cologne invading her nostrils, warming her body instantaneously at the affectionate gesture.

He's usually not one for PDA.

At the same time, a cheesy part of the love song plays through her headphones, making her giggle at the cliche look of it all.

Given he's listening to the same song simultaneously beside her, he avoids her cheeky gaze and instead focuses on the view outside the window.

Though she saw it before he put on his aloof expression. A small smile — as he gives her shoulders a gentle squeeze, reminding her just how much he cares.

"If your showing PDA now then... perhaps a kiss-"

"Yeah not happening."

So much for a cliche ending...

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[lunetual]

CUPSLEEVE EVENT ASSETS   ↳ cupsleeve & banner (side a + side b)

cc note: hehe i thought it would be fun to post these here! last week @heelyhoon​ hosted a cupsleeve event for txt’s fourth anniversary at our favorite self-serve boba shop run by an eleven-year-old! and i got to design the cupsleeve and accompanying banner for the event! as u all may know i love print design and i love doing silly little kpop projects and holding the results in my hands. luckily max ALWAYS has a _____ guy, like for instance. a cupsleeve guy. a banner guy. i think recently an acrylic pc holder guy has been acquired somehow.

anyway, these were the final designs for our event — we also made custom pcs to give away and those turned out SO cute as well :’) to be honest, i went with blue because it’s a color i love, and it allowed me to play on some star themes, because the tubatus are of course my star boys. the taehyun quote on side b of the banner is one of my favorite things he’s ever said, so of course i was going to include it!

as i seem to say every time i get sappy about txt, they make me so proud all the time. they’re really growing into themselves and doing so with grace and humor and a spark of magic that is so evident in all they do. it’s absolutely wild to think that it’s been FOUR whole years. that’s more than halfway through their first contract. what do i even do with that? i remember sitting in my car in 2019, driving max around [town name redacted] as we gave away tickets to a hockey game, telling them about how a new kpop group had just debuted and blasting crown. now, four years, several moves & jobs, a master’s degree and a whole pandemic later, i still get in my car with max and rebekah in tow, and we still blast txt. (and seventeen, and monsta x, and all the other groups we’ve somehow managed to collect.)

the tubatus will always be special a little bit extra to me. i hope (and think!) that this career is still bringing them joy and fulfillment. i hope they continue to love what they do and that they’re as proud of themselves as i am. here’s to the first four years and to all the years we have left ahead. ♡

[queerpurpledragon]

Danny had pretty lousy grades by the end of senior year. Well, he had picked it up a little the tail end of junior year, around when he figured out about half of his rogues were fighting him for bonding and not to kill (someone, not naming names, still wanted his pelt on the wall, and so on), but it was stupid hard to catch up with all the stuff he missed before that. And school stuff takes time, so even with all that improving a bit, the interruptions that were still there, like Clockwork giving him little quests or Fruit Loop and stuff, he was always behind still.

Anyway, bad grades. His parents had already sort of accepted he was “the dumb one” of the family. Not maliciously, but it still kind of…stung. And he couldn’t be an astronaut anymore, even ignoring his grades. In his human form, he had lichtenburg scarring that was stiff and achey sometimes, and tremors, and his heart was slow and skipped beats sometimes. And he was cold, compared to a normal human, although he was typically actually uncomfortably warm, experience wise.

So, he had to choose a new career path.

And not be the dumb one.

Danny decided to be an engineer. Maybe with a space tech focus, who knows? He had learned the basics at his parents’ knees, in between cleaning up ecto spills and organizing parts and stuff, and practiced it plenty taking apart all kinds of ectoweapons recently. He could write something sappy for his essays around that first stuff, even.

But with his grades, no good engineering college would really take him. He gave it a shot, of course, and got a series of very polite rejection letters.

Except from Gotham U.

This was fantastic, actually-Gotham was seeping in emotion and death. Perfect for sustaining a growing halfa core!

His parents even helped him pack! It was the most he’d seen of them for months-they were hoping to get an official contract with some big ghost hunting show, and were working on piles of new inventions.

And driving away from his first haunt was a little like dying again, but he had already kind of not felt at-home for a while there, and it helped his fraid, Tucker, Sam, Jazz, and Dani were all gone from Amity, either to their own colleges or globe trotting. He didn’t crash the U-Haul, anyway, so it was fine.

Gotham was great. He had a little basement apartment he sprung for with funds from Sam’s weekly allowance, deciding him in a dorm was doomed to fail, which was cheap even for being in Park Row. He was able to be in the cold, and tinker on stuff, it was fantastic.

Gotham U itself was cool as well. Sam loved the pics of the architecture he sent her. His professors all seemed very attentive and knowledgeable. The dining hall food was leagues better than the ecto-contaminated stuff, let alone takeout. Between his parents wiring money every month (Jazz reminded them to set it up) and Sam sending him and Tucker funds to use her allowance, he was living like a king by college student terms. He didn’t even have to spend anything on Gotham essentials like gas masks because he could just stop breathing!

And he was doing really well in classes! Having a place to sleep and study that wasn’t going to attack him or portal in people to attack him did wonders for his stress levels, turns out. And Danny had even been taking courses with Dora and some more with assorted ghosts across the realms, so he had a bunch of background knowledge. He even decided to take some fun little extra courses, on top of the rotation they gave the engineering kids to help them determine their focus, which was stuff like chemical and electrical engineering. He took a Psych course in honor of Jazz, a fashion design one for Sam, and a coding one for Tucker. He was even doing well in those, too!

He hadn’t made a lot of friends, though. He thinks he’s a bit hard to relate to for a lot of his peers. Which is fine! He had a weird childhood, he was a bit of a weird guy. It’s just that everyone was also paying him a strange amount of attention.

Maybe he was just paranoid.

DP x DC prompt #162

Every Gotham U professor remembers their students and how every student who excelled in their chosen field of study became some of the most notorious Gotham Rogues. They become terrified for the future of Gotham when the newest student, Daniel Fenton, not only excels but is unparalleled in every field of study he participates in.

[kairakeiji]

first meetings

god i love meet cutes, i adore meet cutes so so much

characters: tsukishima, akaashi, kenma, oikawa

a/n: hi hi reblogs are so so incredibly appreciated, kisses for u if u do :’)

— keiji akaashi

the romance section of the library: a place where akaashi did not tend to frequent himself. after reading one horrible romance novel, the boy tended to turn more to the mystery and crime genres rather than sappy love stories. but when he walked into the library, something in him told him to go to the romance section. so, against his better judgment, he made a right at nonfiction instead of his usual left, turning into the romance shelf and running into you, who only gave him a confused yet kind smile. it wasn't often that you saw people like him in the romance section, especially since he definitely seemed more like a suspense and action guy to you. it felt like your trademark scene out of a romance book, why not live out your romance novel fantasy? and so you went for it, throwing caution to the wind and saying fuck it as you made your way to the stranger. turns out you both bonded over your mutual hatred for the single romance book that akaashi felt suddenly lucky to have read. it was then where you asked if he'd like to give romance another shot and with the way your eyes were begging him to say yes, akaashi nodded intrigued in what you'd offer. and so you walked over to the book whose place on the shelf you knew by heart and handed it to him along with your phone number which you scribbled out quickly on the back of an old receipt, telling the now blushing boy to let you know how it goes.

— kei tsukishima

it was odd how the two of you ordered the same thing in a coffee shop, but what was incredibly ironic about it was how your drinks weren't coffee at all, they were iced chai lattes. and so when the barista called out your drinks and the two of you approached the counter, he assumed that you two were together, to which you both quickly corrected him. you turned to the boy next to you, he seemed quiet, more on the reclusive side, especially as you watched him throw his headphones back on and go back to his work. it wasn't until you lifted up your cup that you realized the mistake on it. tsukishima the label read, a name nowhere near your own. and despite you both ordering the same drink, it still felt weird to drink something that wasn't technically yours. so you made your way to the boy only to see him already sipping on the drink as you brought up the error. despite how quiet he seemed, the boy was quick to apologize, offering to buy you another drink to replace it. but you declined, claiming the two of you got the same thing. yet even with that, the boy still felt bad. despite the fact that he's never seen you before, you looked around his age and you were wearing a karasuno high uniform. so with that realization, he offered his services in school work and, after recalling your not so incredible grades, you grabbed your stuff from your table and moved over to his.

— kenma kozume

what are the odds? you thought to yourself as you looked at your computer screen, only to see the famous streamer on the other side of your interview. it didn't seem fair, the way your boss assigned you to a random interview with only a few prewritten questions and a call time. even with the extra pay that you'd be receiving, it wasn't worth the extra preparation you had to do to be prepared for any kind of interviewee. you had expected a small yet rising song artist or a celebrity who had just gotten off a movie. but here you were, interviewing a video game streamer, someone incredibly off your radar. but despite your rather obvious initial confusion, you remained professional asking the questions while the video call was recording, making your way through the interview as smoothly as possible. it wasn't until the blinking red dot in the corner disappeared that you apologized to the boy, explaining the odd situation you were in. but kenma was nice, saying it was all ok and that he was actually told about this interview the day before. "so much for planning," you both thought out loud, to which the two of you laughed. despite your interview lasting no more than 30 minutes, the call lasted another hour, in which you both complained about how shitty your boss and management team were. not only did you leave the call with the right material for your article, but you left with $200 in sympathy money, a plan to quit your job, and the phone number of a pretty famous celebrity.

— tooru oikawa

you weren't one for those silly little newspaper fortunes. but after reading a few for your zodiac sign before the morning train arrived, you couldn't help but search for them. turquoise was your lucky color for the day as well as the numbers one and twenty. the two lucky signs together felt so random that it left you intrigued for what kind of luck they'd bring. so as you boarded the train you kept a look out, observing and people watching almost as your eyes scanned for some kind of sign. it felt like fate when your eyes landed on a brown haired boy. he was holding up his jersey, pouting at it on seeing the coffee stain on the side and sure enough, it was colored turquoise and had the number one. you had to rub your eyes on seeing the jersey and the boy now trying to clean the stain with the water in his water bottle. it felt so much like fate that you didn't think twice as you approached him, thankful to your past self for putting one of those mini stain removers into your school bag. he showered you with gratitude when you got the stain out, wanting to find a way to show his thanks to you for removing it. and so you checked the time, and sure enough, you had twenty minutes on the dot until your class started. so after you told the boy (whose name you learned was oikawa) about the time until your classes, he offered to take you out to coffee, claiming that his classes started around the same time as well. the whole scene, everything that occurred in the past five minutes, felt so incredibly unreal, it felt so planned out by the universe that when he offered to take you, you knew you just had to say yes.

[45percenterthen]

Belated bday fic for bearer of cursed fruit facts @seraphlm and thee plant dad cas truther @cactuscas !! Love u guys v much, happy bday <3 (ao3 link here)

“Fuck’s a horoscope again? It’s like, stars and shit, right?”

He bumps Cas’ elbow, who’s squinting at one of his fern-looking-things like he’s experimenting with horticultural telepathy. The saga of the fern-thing has been turbulent, to say the least. It’s wilting a bit, leaves curling in on themselves like tiny fists. Cas has spent the past few days carting it from one window ledge to another, muttering to himself about humidity levels with a familiar air of irritated devotion. Dean reckons the whole underground bunker situation probably isn’t helping. It’s well travelled, though, for a plant. Dean thinks it should be more grateful.

Cas nods, releasing a leaf with a sigh and sitting down next to Jack. “Indeed. Stars and shit.”

Jack’s engrossed in some magazine, finger tracing the words as he reads. Cas reaches for the edge of the page to hold it taut for him, and Dean can practically see his other hand itching for his phone. Diagnosis time for the fern-thing. Dean’s never seen a favorites bar so wholly taken up by gardening websites. Dean’s pretty sure the definition of true love is pausing Die Hard to read an article about potting soil drainage.

“Do you want to hear yours, Dean? It’s for this week.”

“Sure, kiddo.” To be honest, Dean thinks the concept of fate can very much, actually, go fuck itself. Jack looks delighted though, so he keeps it to himself. He stirs a bit of extra butter into the eggs because that’s the way Jack likes them, dutifully not looking at Cas to avoid a depressing conversation about his cholesterol levels.

“Oh! It says you’re lucky this week, Dean!”

“Awesome, bud! Time to stock up on the scratch cards, eh?”

Sam chooses that moment to come lumbering in. The state of his hair suggests a sleepless night, or that a recent localized hurricane that targeted his bedroom only.

“Hi Sam! We’re reading horoscopes. Dean’s an Aquarius.”

“Oh, cool.” Eileen had been delayed on a salt and burn with some of the new-hunter-network people. Sam looks suitably mopey about it, forlorn housewife that he is. “Mercury’s in marmalade, and all that.”

“Aquarius is ruled by Uranus,” Jack continues, and Sam instantly chokes. On air, apparently. Bastard.

“One more time, Jack? Dean’s ruled by his –”

“You’re a child, Samantha.” Dean looks around for the nearest something-painful-not-fatal to throw at him. Plant’s a no. Instant divorce. He glances at the eggs, but decides he doesn’t want to spend his morning getting egg yolk outta the tile grouting.

“Dude, oh my – I should’ve just checked your horoscope,” Sam walks over to the fridge, catching the Mary Berry’s Baking Bible that Jody sent them for Christmas in mid-air. “Would’ve saved us a talk.”

“Eat your pineapple and shut up, man.”

“Did you know that pineapples are technically berries?” Jack says. Dean wonders if Cas introduced him to WebMD-for-plants. Or maybe this is just a side effect of being The New God on the block. Berry omniscience. “Well. The outside bit is. Bananas are berries too.”

“That’s weird,” Sam closes the fridge door. Stares into his bowl like he’s offended. Dean’s offended Sam eats nothing but fruit in the morning. “After the heaven rebuild. You should, like, fix berries.”

Jack turns to Cas solemnly. “Should I fix berries?”

“Perhaps you should concentrate on heaven, first. Then we can see about berries.”

“I don’t want to ruin the fabric of our established universe,” Jack says, and Dean’s struck, once again, with the sudden realisation that he’s making eggs for the most powerful entity in Creation. Mondays, man.

“I don’t think Chuck had any such purity of intent in mind,” Cas says darkly, pouring more milk into God’s glass for strong bones and teeth, and yeah, Dean’s pretty keen to steer Cas away from that particular line of conversation.

“Hey, what’s Cas’ horo-whatever?” He takes the eggs off the heat and walks over to the table, leaning over to see what the hell magazine this is, actually. Looks Rowena-y. Is the Queen of Hell sending his son-God care packages? That’s one way to establish diplomatic relations.

He rests his hands on Cas’ shoulders, stroking his thumbs at the neckline of his t-shirt when he feels tension. He decides against pressing a kiss to Cas’s hair. Just ‘cause he’s with a dude now, doesn’t mean he’s gonna be all gay about it. Cas’ left hand comes up to cover his own. Their rings clink.

“Cas doesn’t have a birthday, though.” Jack frowns at the page slightly, apparently looking for the section on fallen angel anomalies.

“Then we’ll have to pick one –” Dean starts, just as Cas says, “September eighteenth.”

Cas tips his head back against Dean’s chest, peers up at him. He’s got dried toothpaste at the corner of his mouth. Dean grins stupidly at his upside-down face. “September eighteenth, yeah.” Something swoops in his chest. Cas is earnest, and it’s unbearable. He loves at full volume, and Dean’s as grateful as he is undeserving. He squeezes Cas’ shoulder. Tradition, and all that.

Jack taps the page. “It says you’re a Virgo, Cas!”

They’re still staring at each other as Jack starts reading aloud. Dean brushes hair off Cas’ forehead and thinks, for once, he’s landed himself the permanent kind of happy. Dean’s pretty sure he’s loved him for years and years, quietly, achingly.

There’s the sound of cutlery against ceramic, and Dean looks up to check Sammy’s not weeping into his fruit bowl out of sheer girlish pride or whatever. He’d made it six words into his best man speech before the waterworks. Dean’s never letting him live it down.

⁂

“So,” Dean says later, after Sam’s gone to collect Eileen from town, and Jack’s off on heavenly refurb duty. “My lucky week, huh?”

Dean circles his arms round Cas’ midriff. Lets his chin rest on his shoulder, because he can, and also to check Cas isn’t half-assing the washing up.

“Apparently so.”

Dean hums. It’s funny. They’re married. And yet moments like these, the big ones, still manage to make him a bit nervous. It’s stupid. He’s hardly gonna say no. But Dean supposes they’ve never managed to get anything in the right order. Two deathbed confessions amidst a decade of friendship. An ‘I love you too’ echoing off brick in an empty room. Two kids co-parented before they even kissed, and they were already living together when they started dating. Someone get Nicholas Sparks on the phone.

“Perfect week to put an offer down on a house then, right? That one on the lake?”

Cas drops a fork into the bubbles. He turns his head to reply and Dean takes it as an opportunity to kiss what’s within reach. The smile lines around his eye, his temple greying with the proof that Cas loves him. He’s all in. Dean is too, terrifyingly.

“Really?”

“Yeah, dude.” Dean nods at the fern guy. “Your plants would appreciate the sunlight, right? And there’s a room for Jack.”

Cas spins in his arms, leaning against the sink to look Dean in the eye. Dean grabs at his soapy palm, intertwining their fingers, confident in his sappiness when no one’s watching.

“I know I always say Sammy didn’t make the most of his college experience, but dorming in my forties isn’t exactly what I meant –”

“You’ll miss him, though.”

“Of course, man. Lived with Sam my whole life. But,” Dean relinquishes the hand to cup Cas’ face, “I kinda wanna do my own thing now. With you. So, move in with me, Mr. Winchester? Somewhere… overground?”

It’s so off-your-feet sweepingly romantic Dean feels like he deserves a medal. Maybe this is their karmic justice after the proposal debacle.

Cas is smiling at him, soft and sweet. “Okay, Dean.” He puts wet hands around his waist and Dean doesn’t even care that it’s seeping through his t-shirt. “Lake house it is.”

Dean leans in, kisses him three times in response. He lingers on the last one, smiling against Cas’ mouth. Cas knows what he means.

[sorryimanon]

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!Reader, Izuku Midoriya x NB!Reader

Warnings: some angst, FLUFF, and our boys being the best boys.

In which they comfort you after a rough day or week

A/N: im sorry if Izukus section is shorter than Bakugou’s. trying to practice writing other characters. enjoy!

Saturday's are reserved strictly by the majority of the girls from class 1-A, leaving the guys to hibernate inside their dorms as they allow the commencement of girls night. You've never rain checked nor rejected the idea of spending  quality time with your friends, considering all the tribe's and trepidation's everyone has endured together during their time at the academy. It's nice to just strip away the stress and dip your toes in pure relaxation.

Unfortunately, you woke up with a bad case of cloudy thoughts. For the past week you've been carrying the weight of dread, causing your mood to drastically change throughout the day. You'd be having a civil conversation with someone one minute and then the next minute you're completely irritated by their presence. You've tried to balance it out and fix it overnight with the regimes you researched on the internet. A new sleeping schedule, healthier diet, yoga, and even went to the extreme of writing in a journal. It was all so cut throat and prestigious, nothing close to your liking. Katsuki made fun of you for it one day when he snuck into your room and read the many inscriptions in your journal entries.

"This stuff reminds of Deku. Always shoving his nose in that stupid notebook of his," he didn't care much to hear your refutes about Izuku. "Anyways, what's with all this depressing shit you are writing? You don't really feel this way do you?"

You didn't give him a definite answer that day. Only a curt "no" and he resumed rambling about his day like nothing happened, having you listening with his voice like white noise going in one ear and out the other.

And that's how it went on throughout the duration of the prior week before Saturday.

Inside the confinement of your dorm, you made the rational decision to sleep in instead of attending classes. The chilling thoughts kept you up all night, never once allowing sleep to take full throttle. You tossed and turned around on your bed, unable to shut off your brain. So when you woke up in the peak of late afternoon, you weren't surprised to see the unread messages on your phone. All of them were from your explosive boyfriend.

King Explosion🤍: Oi you running late? Mr.Sleepy head is taking roll call

King Explosion🤍: y/n where tf r u?

King Explosion🤍: fine don't answer me ig

King Explosion🤍: are you at least coming down for lunch? i made curry last night and imma make you finish it

King Explosion🤍: fking hurry before dunce face eats it

King Explosion🤍: nvm he ate it 😐

Katsuki never intended for the message to be funny. He's probably blowing actual steams of smoke through his nostrils and ears while chasing kamanari amongst the halls. The comical imagery made you laugh harder. At least he made you crack a smile. You haven't shown any emotions let alone a hint of enthusiasm for tonight.

Maybe it'd be best to sit this one out.

"Hey, we're missing a person! Where's my y/n?" Mina asked after scanning the group of girls huddled around on the carpeted floor.

Momo shifted uncomfortably on the cushioned pillow she stole from the couch. "Y/N said she wasn't feeling too well to join us for tonight. Something about food poisoning and throwing up every hour."

In unison all the girls gasped, along with a concerned 'ribbit' from Tsuyu.

"Well I hope she gets to feeling better. I wouldn't want her to endure such sickness for much longer," Tsuyu croaked out.

Everyone in the circle agreed and promised to pay a visit later in the night to check on you.

On the fourth floor, Katsuki stared blankly at his phone, hands shaking due to the repressed anger he's been holding. Each of the messages he sent previously were all left on read, including the one he sent an hour ago asking if he could have a cuddle session with you before girls night. Yes, even an ill tempered guy such as him enjoys sappy shit like cuddling. After pacing back and forth in his room for a solid 5 minutes, he was now dead set on confronting you in front of your friends.

Katsuki made a beeline for the elevator and aggressively pressed the 1st floor button repeatedly in hopes it'll make the process go quicker. He reached the commons area in precision time, overhearing the girls giggle after someone suggested playing truth or dare. He towered over Uraraka's figure, casting a demonic shadow version of himself in the circle. Hagakure shrieked and clung onto Jirou.

"Where's y/n you extras?" He demanded, voice deafening the brunette under him.

"She didn't come tonight. She's in her dorm room sick," Jirou explained to him as she tried pry the invisible girl off her arm.

"Like hell she's sick!" Katsuki spun around quickly and retreated back to the elevator, mumbling obscenities under his breath. "She's going to pay for being so careless and irresponsible."

The commons room fell silent once the explosive blonde disappeared behind the doors of the elevator, all eyes searching each other in complete shock. Uraraka was the first to speak out of the small group.

“Should we warn y/n that Bakugou is coming for her?”

Jirou averted her gaze to the direction bakugou left off from, a ghost of a smirk spreading on her face.

“Nah. Knowing y/n, she can handle the asshole on her own.”

King Explosion🤍: can i come over? i wanna cuddle, i miss u

The text message kept flashing behind your eyes every-time you closed them - a sad image of Katsuki waiting impatiently for you to reply back with a heart or one of those unusual memes he unapologetically adores. You knew he’d be furious, no doubt about it, but you rationalized your decision and concluded it would be best to avoid your boyfriend like the plague till this undesired feeling dissipates. Katsuki doesn’t do well with people being emotional, let alone handle his own emotions for god’s sake.

Your own thoughts were interrupted by someone raping the outside of your door. The continuous knocks made your head spin, a painful sting ghosting back and forth between your eyes. Remembering back to an hour ago, you messaged one of the girls that you weren’t going to make it to tonight’s session. Surely they respected your wishes and continued on with their hangout? But you forgot about the one person who’s persistent and stubborn like a cat.

“I know you’re in there y/n! You may have fooled your idiotic friends with a lie, but you keep on forgetting you’re terrible at lying!” Katsuki hollers against the wood of the door, not once being considerate of those living above her.

He’s right. You’re absolutely horrible at making up excuses for yourself. Dating someone as intuitive as him will be the death of you.

“If there’s something going can you at least let me in? You can’t ignore me forever y/n.”

Again, he’s right.

You slipped out from the comfort of your bed and padded towards the door, mentally preparing for the blonde to scold you once he enters your room. What you weren’t prepared for was the tears swelling up in the ducts of his vermillion eyes - his hands clenched tightly into fists as he looked down at you. Your breathing hitched when his arm outstretched to rest on the door frame to keep his trembling body steady.

“What the hell y/n? Why the fuck have you been ignoring me?! Did I do something wrong?!” He asked, not caring about his current appearance.

You grab ahold of his other arm and absentmindedly started rubbing it affectionately, trying to coax him into calming down. “Katsuki no! You didn’t do anything wrong! Why would you think that?”

“Because dumbass, you’ve been distant this past week,” he paused, choking on his words. “Are...are you breaking up with me?”

Your eyes shot up instantly at his horrifying assumption. “Katsuki, if I tell you the truth, will you promise not to make things worse for me?”

He tilted his head in confusion, but nodded once you led him into your messy bedroom. Once inside, your boyfriend plopped down on your bed, watching intently as you anxiously bit down on your nails - a nervous habit you picked up at the beginning of the school year.

“I’ve been feeling weird lately. Ever since the beginning of last week. I don’t know how to describe it but, my brain is constantly feeding into my already negative state. Telling me things I know aren’t true but I’ve convinced myself they are. Almost as if a grey cloud is hovering above me,” tears were already starting to pour down your cheeks. “I just...I just feel so miserable and lonely and useless and irritated and- I’m so sorry for ignoring you. You probably want nothing to do with me after this!”

You manage to turn away from the sight of the blonde during your speech, ashamed of pouring out your emotions onto a person who disregards other peoples emotions and constitutes them as a quote on quote “pussy”.

From behind, you can hear faint shuffling nearing your already shaken up figure. A pair of muscular arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a wall that could only be described as his own chiseled chest, doing the same as you did moments ago with his arm - lulling you to calm down a notch before he stared speaking.

“If you been feeling this way, why lie when I asked you a few days ago after reading your journal?”

“I know how you are, Katsuki. You get very uncomfortable when people talk about their feelings. So, why should I be any different?”

Your boyfriend suddenly maneuvers you around in the circle of his arms, shifting to where you’re now making direct eye contact with him. His gaze intense and unwavering.

“Because you’re my girlfriend? I don’t give a rats ass about any of these extras. When it comes to you, I’d make an exception for. I made that promise to myself when we first started seeing each other. So don’t think for a second that I’ll disregard your true feelings, dumbass.” He stepped a couple of inches backwards, ankles eventually hitting the bottom of your bed - making him fall and dragging you along with him. You landed on top of him, head still buried in the depths of his hard chest. The vibrations of his chuckle shook your whole body. Katsuki gently titled your head to be leveled with his, a red tint of blush painting his pallid cheeks.

“I’m being serious though. Don’t be afraid to come to me when things get tough, okay? I love you too much to see you like this.”

Next thing you knew your boyfriend stole your breath away by meshing his plump lips onto yours, hands snaking their way into your hair and carefully massaging it. By all means, you let him have his way with you by kissing the sadness away, tears puddling together cheek on cheek.

He let go eventually, pecking a quick chaste kiss on the side of your mouth before hauling you further into the bed. You settled on letting him spoon you, knowing how much he likes the feeling of your backside pressed against him, and the fruity aroma of your hair infiltrating his senses.

“I promise Katsuki,” you said after some time during the cuddle session.

He shifted in his spot, head placed firmly in the crook of your neck. “Promise what?”

“That I’ll come to you when these thoughts return again. I should trust you by now, and I need to not let these emotions ruin everything in my life. I love you that much.

Your confession swelled the very last evidence of Katsuki being a human being, his heart.

He smiled weakly to himself and nuzzled more into your shoulder, brushing his warm lips against the tender skin. “You better, dumbass.”

-

Today was just so exhausting, and the big fat 'D-‘ written in red ink on your final report was the icing on the cake. To make things even worse, Aizawa reminded the whole class before the exam that this was to determine wether or not if you'll be joining the training camp that'll commence the following winter break.

Hopefully this was one of your teacher's terrible deception tactics into making everyone do their absolute best, go plus ultra even. But to your dismay, he was indeed very serious of the matter this time.

It wasn't your fault, not entirely. You stayed up all night listening to another one of your boyfriends rambles, the conversation lasting till 2 am. Izuku grew worrisome and anxious ever since his encounter with a gruesome villain, thus resulting in him to pour his emotions out onto you. Poor baby kept mentioning the safety of All Might and you.

Solemnly, you left class and trailed back to your dorm room, wanting to ignore the jovial atmosphere inside the cramped room as everyone traded and talked about their scores.

Izuku noticed you leaving abruptly and got up from his desk to follow you behind, bidding a quick goodbye to his friends.

Your room was dark and dramatically colder than usual, a trickle of light threatening to pour in from the cascading sunset. You laid down on your stomach with one of your pillows propped on your head, in hopes to shield away anyone from seeing your ugly-crying face.

Too late because Izuku was already standing outside your dorm room, swaying back and forth on his feet while biting down harshly on his lip. He can hear your soft cries seeping through the door. He doesn't know why he's hesitating, he's your boyfriend after all.

Moments later you hear the acute sounds of someone knocking on your door, followed by the soft spoken voice of your green haired boyfriend.

"Baby? Can I come in? I-If that's okay with you I m-mean! It's alright if you need some space but you left class so early I figured something happened to you and I got really worried because you always wait for Iida and uraraka to walk us back to the dorms as a group and maybe it had something to do with what I was telling you last night-."

You crack the door just a smidge before fully opening it, revealing your bloodshot eyes and tear stained shirt to him. His breathing hitched once his eyes fixated on your disheveled state. 

"Can you comfort me? I need you right now Izuku," your voice cracked a little, throat still tight after the crying session.

His strong, lean arms wrapped around your body momentarily, encasing you into a bear hug. Hugs from Izuku were amazing, no exceptions. He placed a quick peck on the crown of your forehead.

"C'mon, let's get inside and snuggle. How does that sound?" he asked as he unwrapped himself and took your trembling hand, leading you back inside the dimly lit room.

Izuku laid you gently down on your side once reaching the bed, crawling alongside with you before  draping the covers over the both of you. His familiar hands snake around your waist and nudges you to roll over. You obliged and shifted your body to face his, sparkly green eyes staring straight at you.

"Tell me, what's wrong baby? Does it have to do with the recent exam?" his thumb started tracing delicate lines on your hips, your uniform long gone and now replaced with comfortable clothes instead.

"I failed Izuku...I did so terrible on the written exam. I kept falling in and out of sleep during the test that I didn't have time to finish the middle portion of it," you exhaled a shaky breath. "Who knows what'll happen on the practical. I'll probably fail that too...I'm such a failure compared to everyone."

Izuku grabbed the tender flesh of your cheeks and directed your vision to level with his. He looked angry and concerned.

"Don't say that y/n! You're not a failure! That exam doesn't determine wether or not if you're good enough to be a hero. I've seen you in action hun, and I know for a fact that you're possibly the most strongest person I've met in my lifetime! You're ambitious, smart, determined, and so freaking beautiful." He then kissed you tenderly on the lips, his eyes closing slightly due to the contact.

"So...freaking...beautiful." He whispers against your mouth.

His sentimental words were enough for you to push back the negativity and simply enjoy the intimate moment.

Izuku lifted his head away from your face to rest it against your temple. "You're going to do great things, okay? One failing grade isn't going to be the end of the world. Trust me sweetheart, I've had my fair share in failures during our time here in Yuuei. But look at me now, still standing."

You nuzzled more into his chest, tickling his chin with your hair. Faintly, you can hear the pitter patter of his heart beat bursting through his rib cage.

"Would you love me even if I was a horrendous looking-failure?" you were clearly teasing him, but sometimes Izuku became dense when it came to that.

"Y/n! W-Why would you ask that! Of course I would you dummy! I'd love you no matter what."

This time you return the favor and kiss him, knowing how to easily fluster him in seconds. He whimpers into your mouth at the sudden contact and cups your jawline affectionately.

The two of you stayed like that till the moon shone through the balcony curtains, illuminating your skin in a dusty glow.

Lips bruised and swollen red, you laid lifelessly in his arms, letting him wove his scarred fingers through your hair. Izuku would occasionally stop to peck your lips, then resumes his attention back to your hair.

"I'm sorry by the way. I shouldn't have kept you up last night before the exam. I'm such a horrible boyfriend..." he admitted suddenly.

"Yes. Yes you are."

He gasped and stopped his movements altogether, obviously taken aback by your blunt words.

You giggled and said, "Kidding. You're the best boyfriend. Apology accepted.”

After hearing that, Izuku shoved himself onto your chest and let out muffled cry. "D-Don't scare me like that. Almost made me have a heart a-attack!"

[sinnergetreadymp3]

CHAMERON FIC CHAMERON FIC CHAMERON FIC

Uhhhhh I feel like I should give this a title but I have no idea what to call so uh, nevermind !!

Anyways,I finally finished the fic I said I was writing like,a month ago lol. All my Chameron stans out there this one's for u,I rlly hope at least one person enjoys this,I rlly enjoyed writing it !! Ok sappy stuff outta the way,here it is:

As rain pounded against the window Charlie sent what was probably the thousandth crumpled ball of paper across the room.

"Jesus Charlie,is your arm not getting tired?"

Charlie smirked at that, clearly preparing to make a dirty minded joke,but a thoroughly exhausted Richard Cameron was already one step ahead.

"You know what,forget I asked, you're gross."

Getting up from the seat at his desk and ignoring an indignant retort from Charlie, Cameron thought of the rest of his friends,out for the weekend. Todd and Neil celebrating their one year anniversary, Meeks and Pitts embarking on a two day road trip,for what they still claimed to be, entirely platonic reasons (although the rest of the poets were all too aware of the almost palpable romantic tension between them). Even Knox had found something to do with himself on this miserable Friday night.

And here Cameron was,stuck in his dorm with nothing but stacks of extra homework and his obnoxious roommate to keep him company.

Speaking of that obnoxious roommate, "Oh come on Cam,you're not seriously going to bed already,it's barely eight!"

"Shut up Dalton,I'm tired."

Refusing to admit defeat, Charlie sprung from his own bed into Cameron's, attempting to wrestle the poor boy from his comfortable position.

"Charlie,get off you psycho!" Cameron managed to get out, already laughter threatening to give away just how welcome his friend's childish antics were.

After a few more minutes of "fooling around" as Charlie insisted on calling it (mostly because of how profusely it made Cameron blush),the two boys lay breathless beside each other,trying desperately to think of something else to do that would ward off impending boredom.

After a few moments of comfortable silence,Charlie suggested,looking expectantly towards the ginger, "Wanna go to the cave?"

With extreme,mind numbing boredom as motivation, it was inevitable that Cameron would say yes. It certainly helped that Charlie was gazing at him with those oh-so convincing doe eyes of his. Charlie Dalton and his stupid,gorgeous eyes. And his stupid,gorgeous smile,which Cameron was abso definitely not thinking about as he got up and grabbed his coat.

The two boys trudged through the woods,bickering lightly when Cameron complained of the cold that Charlie apparently couldnt feel at all,but always with an unusually friendly air between them. Before long they were sat together in the middle of the cave,sharing an apple that Cameron had managed to salvage from somewhere (a feat Dalton was of course impressed by),and trading stories of girls and parties galore. In Cameron's case, the stories of girls were few and the parties were from years long before even middle school,so Charlie did most of the talking.

After a while though,the boys came to discussing their friends,and the luck they all seemed to have in finding each other so easily. Charlie, ever the romantic,made no waste of his extensive vocabulary,tediously lamenting on all the opportunities of love he had missed and the everlasting loneliness he was doomed to,all because his dashing knight in shining armour would never come to find him and-

"Why dont *you* just find somebody?"

Charlie,still sprawled dramatically over a rock ,and mildly offended at the interruption,indignantly questioned "What do you mean?"

"What I said? You dont just have to wait around for somebody to come find you and fall madly in love. Why don't *you* just find somebody?"

He thought for a moment,taken aback by the ginger's harsh words,but eventually decided to humout him for a moment.

"And where exactly do you suggest I find him then, hm?"

Cameron shifted in his seat,not expecting to be taken seriously and certainly not prepared to be giving advice. Especially not *this* kind of advice. Especially not to *charlie*.

"Well,uh," he looked up to see the other boy looking at him expectantly,with that ever-present smirk on his face that, oddly enough,made Cameron feel a little more comfortable.

"Maybe,you could,I don't know, consider that the guy you're looking for has been here the whole time?"

"Wow Cam,Pittsie and Meeks' radio must've really gotten to you. All those love songs have turned you into a big softie." Charlie joked,grinning and nudging Cameron playfully.

Through a soft laugh,Cameron continued, "No I'm serious man,I think you're making this whole love thing way harder for yourself. I mean- and be honest with me, what's actually wrong with the guys at our school?"

"Other than the fact that about three quarters of them are raging heterosexuals?"

Laughing again,Cameron replied "yeah,other than that."

After about zero seconds of careful consideration,he had come to a conclusion, "Well,I guess nothing,but I dont know? Cameron, I don't see how this changes-"

"It *changes* things because clearly you don't anything about half the guys at our school. And you can't write off people you don't even know." At some point, Cameron had gotten up and started pacing around,but with the end of this triumphant speech,he finally sat down,a little closer to the other boy than he had been before.

Charlie looked across at Cameron and was suddenly met with a wave of fondness. Weird,how all it took was to sit and talk for a while before someone you thought you near hated,started to feel like your favorite person in the world. And,was he going completely crazy or Cameron at his most comfortable, without the fear of a teacher lurking nearby,without the stress of constantly trying to prove himself,was he... A little..... attractive??

All at once,Charlie made a decision,partly to try and prove himself wrong,but also because hey,if Richard Cameron was the surprise love of his life,what better time to figure it out than right now?

"So how,sir Richard Cameron,do you propose I get to know all these charming suitors?"

Cameron, completely in the dark about Dalton's recent epiphany,was still stubbornly trying to explain how much easier Charlie's love life could be,if only he would let it.

"Well,maybe by actually talking to them? Y'know,kind of like,What we're doing right now."

"So,what you're saying is,*you* could be my knight in shining armor," he said with a smirk.

"Well,that's not what-"

"No,no it's fine,as long as we're talking about this version of you. Regular Cameron is kind of a buzzkill but Cave Cam is actually a kind of.... And I can't believe I'm saying this but,in here,like this...well. You're actually a little hot."

After this, overwhelmingly romantic confession, Charlie was certain he had completely stuffed it,and sure enough,

"Gee Charlie,thanks. Really makes me wanna ride into the sunset with you." To say Cam's ego had been hit was an understatement,but before he could make a swift exit from the cave and lock himself,alone,in his dorm for the rest of the weekend,of course Dalton kept talking.

"God,I'm sorry,that was, I have no idea why I said that. I thought I was being funny but out loud- god I'm so sorry," while he had initially been mad,seeing Charlie fucking Dalton blush (and because of *him* no less) was rather funny. And sure,a little cute. So Cameron decided to hear him out.

"Can I start over? You're not saying anything so I'm gonna start over. I,uh, I really do think you're hot. Like really hot. And not just right now,all the time,like that time we were at rowing practice and I started pushing you around and we ended up on the floor and I saw like,a single sliver of skin because your sweater had ridden up,and I couldn't stop thinking about it all day,which I thought was a little weird but then-"

"Uh,I think I get it,Charlie." Now Cameron was the one blushing.

"Uh,sorry. What I meant was,that I *do* think you're hot l-"

"As you've said"

"Yeah,yeah,but it's more than that. Like,when I realized we'd basically be spending the whole weekend alone together,I was actually sorta excited for that,even though I knew I'd just be sitting by you while you did homework the whole time,I like,wanted to do that. And tonight,I haven't talked like this with anyone who isn't Neil like,ever. What I mean is,I guess,is that,I think that uh,"

Deciding to lighten the mood,Cameron tried for a little sarcasm, "Wow,Dalton, stuttering? I must be superman or something."

"I'm trying to be romantic here Carrot top," Charlie said with a grin,

"Listen,I don't really know what I'm doing here,but I think it might be kinda nice if we tried having a little romantic weekend of our own. Just to try it. If it totally sucks we can pretend it never happened and the others don't have to know about it and-"

"Charlie."

"Yeah?"

"Relax," Cameron said with yet another laugh ,he didn't think he laughed like this since... Well,he couldn't even remember.

So with a radiant smile on his face,he said,"A romantic weekend of our own sounds amazing. Gotta warn you tho I'm not a great kisser."

"Well, lucky for you I am a great teacher," Charlie replied,with a somehow even bigger smile on his face than Cameron's,

"Why are you laughing,I *am* a great teacher!" Unfortunately for Charlie,his indignance only made Cameron laugh harder.

"I'll believe that when I see it."

"If you shut up and stop laughing,maybe you'll get to." After this was all it took to get the ginger to sober up, the look on his face pushed Charlie to make his final,but (in his opinion) most important decision of the night.It was high time he flirt with Cameron way more often (which was *very* difficult to explain to the other poets,at least the first time).

[anothertimdrakestan]

hello please may i request the batboys proposing to their s/o 🥺 those marriage hcs were real cute and they just got me thinking u know. thank u 🖤

How The Batfam Prosposes To Their S/O HC

ofc! thank you! check out the marriage hc HERE! this req is beyond adorable and i tried to live up to the cuteness 🥰

Dick Grayson:

- dick would be SO EXTRA dude

- he'd get all your loved ones, family, friends etc and bundle up his whole family and have them waiting to suprise you

- he seems like a proposing on your anniversary so you don't expect it guys

- if you're down for slightly public stuff he'd take you to a theme park like disneyland and you'd both spend the day with your loved ones watching tim and dami bicker over the fastest way to get to the most rides or your best friend totally simping over jason and him flirting like a motherfucker, hand in hand with dick, just happy that there's finally a perfect day where everyone is together

- imagine going up on a huge rollercoaster and dick whispering all his favorite moments with you as the cart ticks up a massive hill

- then right before the drop, dick turns to you, "what i'm really asking is: marry me y/n" and the ride drops, you screaming yes as you zoom down the massive hill and do loop de loops, your happy tears flying all over the place

- the picture they take when you drop shows you cry-screaming while dick grins like an idiot

- getting off the ride dick's brothers and your loved ones are bouncing off the walls "WHAT DID YOU SAY" y/b/f screeched as soon as you come out from the ride

- with one hand you held up the printed picture of you screaming with "she said yes!" written on the top and with the other hand you held up a brand new, gorgeous ring siting snuggly on your finger

- the rest of the day is spent hand in hand with dick, you keep walking around saying "look how pretty my ring looks next to this!" or "WAIT LET ME TAKE A PICTURE WITH MY HAND OUT" and you both get tons of adorable candid photos with various disneyland/theme parks places and items that you'll be treasuring forever

Jason Todd:

- texting jason that your boss suprisingly let your team off work a couple hours early you both made plans to meet at home for dinner together and a night in, a rarity recently with how busy you were finishing school and having a job while he had red hood duties

- coming back to your shared home there were rose petals trailing you into your bedroom, and a huge paper screen blocking you from seeing the kitchen or your dining room, but you wanted to let jason have his fun so you followed the petals

- on your bed was the outfit that makes you feel like a hot bitch and a note saying "hey angel, put this on then open the laptop" and you complied

- as soon as you put in your login a video titled "to the love of my life" which was pretty sappy for jason, but you clicked anyway

- a roughly edited video shows jason sitting down, his cheeks slightly tear stained as he says "y/n i've loved you with everything and more, more than i ever knew was possible. you taught me i deserved to be loved and you showed me how to live life to the fullest" as he continued you felt tears start to brim, jason was always more of an actions guy so these words meant everything to you

- the video was so intensely personal it had you openly crying at the end when jason smiled at the camera "hey love, you're probably crying right now - i know that because i love you beautiful. so, care to come back outside now?" the video ended and you got up, realizing what was about to happen

- at the end of your hallway was jason, dressed in a suit, his cheeks stained with tears like yours, holding out his hand for you

- trying not to fall apart you stumbled into his embrace while he kissed your head, pushing you back slightly to get on one knee with a cheesy grin

- "i didn't think i'd ever get to do this, you know i always think in the negative, but with you everything is good. so be my good, forever. be my better half, my favorite thing, my home, my girl, forever. marry me y/n" unable to speak through all the flooding emotions you just nodded, letting out an excited squeak as jason grabbed your hand, sliding a ring on the finger

- leading you into the dining room jason had whipped out his expert chef skills and made an amazing dinner, and the two of you spent the night reminiscing on old memories, hoping for amazing future moments, and just relaxing in each other's embrace

Tim Drake:

- tim is not smooth let's be real, and when you've been with him for all those years he physically cannot keep a secret from you so you knew something was up when he actually set aside 5 hours for a date night, uninterrupted

- it took about 3 tries to get dick to break and admit tim was planning on proposing that night, you expected it soon, neither of you were big on suprise public moments and were super open in communicating and had both agreed that this year was the best to finally get engaged, tim always wanted to make you feel safe and this would be no different so you weren't worried

- taking careful notice to apply only waterproof mascara you were ready for a tear filled night with the love of your life

- during the fancy dinner you were jittery and excited waiting for a ring in your pasta or a note under your napkin, but nothing, and tim was acting normal as ever, making you think he'd aborted the mission

- it was always fun having a private dinner with tim, he loved to rent out the roof of gotham building and gettting a private dinner served on top of the world, making you feel like the only person in the world

- as you finished cracking jokes, telling stories, and overall just loving each other's presence you got up and went to head down when tim grabbed your hand, pulling you into a hug whispering "ready for a little suprise my love?" while your breath caught in your chest as almost on cue a helicopter landed on the other side of the top of the building

- wind whipping around tim kept your hand in his, helping you in and securing you, putting on your headset and giving your cheek a quick peck 

- as the helicopter took off you saw gotham from god's eye view, watching as it got smaller, melting into the last few rays of sunlight, tim gave your hand a squeeze as he said "the view's almost as pretty as you y'know" with your favorite cheesy grin

- as the helicopter turned giving you a perfect view of the setting sun tim began his speech, pulling your hands into his, "y/n through every up and down you've been there, i always thought i wasn't wanted until i met you and i can never repay you for everything you've taught me, i'd give you the world if i could, but i think the next best thing is giving you me. in every moment i promise to be yours, your sidekick, your partner in crime, your secret keeper, and your lover. i will always be yours, no matter what. and tonight i'm asking you to be mine, will you marry me y/n?"

- you nodded vigorously as tim pulled out a velvet box, opening to take out a beautiful ring, slipping it on your finger while you pushed away tears

- the helicopter dropped you both off outside of gotham at one of jason's safe houses that tim had transformed into a little one night home, and it was far enough outside of gotham that you could see the stars, laying on the roof as tim listed off various constellations and you both whispered about your future together, hand in hand with your other half for the rest of your life

Damian Wayne:

- when damian told dick his plan to just ask you to marry him during patrol he got a whole lecture about the importance of making it a memorable moment and blah blah blah so damian really wanted to live up to this "life changing moment" where he's not even marrying you just asking you as if after all these years you'd suddenly say no

- so that's how you ended up packed into one of bruce's cars with titus and damiwn driving to a supposedly beautiful hiking trail

- you were genuinely concerned for damians mental health because every time there was traffic or titus needing a rest stop he looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel

- once there the hike was serene, the three of you trekking up a beautiful mountain surrounded by the fresh air

- during a particularly sweaty patch you lazily took off your shirt, hoping to get a little cooler, you normally trained in a sports bra and leggings anyway so it wasn't weird until damian refused to take his shirt off too. as you and titus sprinted forwards you teased dami "love bird i can see you sweating cmon!" but he continued to refuse and you let it go

- you'd both slowed down to a walking pace as you rounded to the top of the mountain, the view was beyond beautiful and you plopped down on the crest of the mountain, using damians lap as a pillow while titus sprawled across the both of you

- as damian mindlessly played with your hair, lightly tugging it as he stayed deep in thought you took a moment to really appriciate your boyfriend

- he's eyes shone and his jawline was slightly hardened in a way that shows he was busy in thought, your eyes traced down from his perfect lips to his neck, where you noticed a thin white string hanging around his neck slipping down behind his shirt. without thinking, and before dami could react, you tugged the string out of his shirt, a golden band with a perfect diamond met your eyes before damian could stop you from seeing it

- "d-damian is that what i think it is" you whispered, sitting up to face him while he blushed

- "beloved, i was trying to think of the words to say but you're always three steps ahead of me aren't you" he whispered, untying the string with ease and slipping the ring off of the string, he stared at the ring unable to make eye contact with you "everything i do is for you my love, and though i don't quite understand why cementing it in the eyes of a government is important, if it means i can love you for my entire life i will do anything. so please my love, my best friend, my favorite girl, marry me beloved" he finished, swallowing harshly to fight back the rogue feeling to cry

- you did not hold back. letting tears slip out while he put the ring on your finger you flung yourself into his arms and he relaxed in your embrace, titus beginning to lick your face clearing the tears while you giggled, truly on top of the world with damian, forever and always

a/n: these all got so sappy ahcowkfjr i'm such a fluff monster omg... anyways! i tried to keep them fun and interesting but i definitely air with damian on the side of thinking proposals are slightly overhyped and as an anxious bean i already get scared at the idea of everyone looking at you no matter how in love you are haha so all the proposals were kinda personal i hope that's okay lolzzz anywho! love you hope you enjoyed!

[kaonite]

Can we hear about your Misraaks headcanons pls?

hahahaaha ahah okay so this turned more into picking him apart rather than headcanons but i mixed them in there ::3 (im so sorry, i cannot be coherent at all and gushed profusely. i promise my writing is way different than the way i type this out.)

for some reason it wont let me add tags??? so i hope no one is upset by that!

-misraaks doesnt know how to be 'normal' per say, barring the fact he IS an alien(this goes with my super personal headcanon that the wolves just breed some ODD eliksni. 110% there’s something SUPER up with the wolves (or gentle weavers) as a whole. there's something in the ether turning the wolves into human simps) and is just a weird guy? Who 'turns their back' on their own without being a little fucking odd? i mean if i saw a almost 7ft tall lady and she dragged me away from my attempted suicide (thats some baggage already) and offered peace in a my cultures way id rethink my ideals too (theres more to it i know but humor me!) Also unlearning ALL you've been taught was rough and trying but he was a young mind and to be honest... that's probably for the best (no doubt sjur did use him against the wolves but i really feel their friendship was genuine, full of a lot of love and respect after he stopped being an angsty vandal with unresolved mommy issues)

-he puts on this show of being strong and unyielding but if he trusts you he just crumbles and is bare to the bone about everything. misraaks isn't afraid of being honest per say, he may come off brash but he's just telling it like it is... no sense in beating around the bush. he's not an asshole but being raised the way he was uh... some tact had be learned. 

-no no no it's not bc his mother may have been strict and terrifying to some degree so he has to be the strongest  or he feels he'll fail everyone he knows. so when someone breaks down his walls he's just a soft, sappy individual who just wants everyone to have a peaceful life together while trying to be strong for everyone else at his own mental expense. hes so passionate, charismatic and driven even with all the odds stacked against him, the fucking STRENGTH in that. (DREG STRENGTH GO! even tho he's not a dreg u get my meaning, everyone so far has deemed him as such) what a king! ❤ (praksis u call him foolish again i'll break every one of the generators in your lab)

-brings me to my next headcanon that the nightmare in the moon, horkis? Is his mother and all the teachings that she and others brought upon him as a child up until meeting sjur concentrated into one being. that if he doesn't bleed for the cause, die for the cause, then he has failed his people.  OOPS! IT'S ALL DEEP SEATED TRAUMA! 

-also headcanon she was the one to dock him? to make it extra good when he thinks back on her in the misraaks lore tab 

(I normally don't slander moms bc damn if anyone slandered my mom id throw hands but bungie gave me the scraps and im working with them and misraaks seemed like he had a pretty standard, though super strict, upbringing ::) )

-he appears haughty, self-assured and a bit cold though that's just how he projects himself... he's not actually that way? I mean, hes pretty calm and collected. he expresses a deep  loyalty and love for Sjur and cares for his fireteam immensely. He trusted his fireteam enough to take them to her resting place, how is that not vulnerability we otherwise don't really see? 

He'd throw down for his friends and loved ones because that's just how Eliksni ARE. kin is everything, even friends. he just has a different way of showing it. 

-misraaks... okay i have to say he's into poetry, or talking poetically. the way he speaks is almost... romantic (not in a bad or spicy way!) i just know that boy really SPEAKS in such an eloquent, thoughtful sense. there's a lot of meaning and love in his words. he doesn't just SAY things to fill the silence. every word has a meaning, a purpose. i love that about him. 

-okay maybe i headcanon his fireteam being all around goofballs with him at times of respite, softening out his sharp edges. making him loosen up and enjoy the little things in life rather than worrying about the bigger picture. (bungie where's that getting drunk with his fireteam lore tab? i would like to see it. you have it with the yw and crow... it's the least you could do for the misraaks stans...) i just feel its hard for him to sit and do nothing, just to fool around, be a "normal person" due to the fact his whole life up to his moment of wanting to create house light has been death and war. He was MADE for war. it'd be hard for him to adjust to a 'happier' existence without a little prodding

-he doesn't care about glory, or is doing what he does for selfish gain. he genuinely just wants to help, to create peace. so if anyone approached him with the kell of kells title he'd promptly tell them to shove it (sorry misraaks... you're in the same boat with the young wolf... you can't escape your destiny)

-can we talk about how much misraaks unlearned from sjur then YEARS later is with dusk, meets the young wolf (that annoying bastard of a guardian! :) ), they spare him then it seems like something unlocks in him. like we were the final catalyst to his dreams being real. no longer did he want to be canon fodder, or use his crew as such, he wanted to lead... to be better, to do better for his people along the guardians. maybe he could be better than just another solider dying for a cause they didn't even know at that point. he could be everything his kind rallied against and be GREATER than he was taught to be , not stepping on those deemed less than him. his MIND 

-can i just shoehorn something in real quick. I don't believe he'd practice docking after everything. I just can't see it and i always see him having trauma around docking so why would he wish that on others as a treatment under his kellship? It took him A LONG ASS TIME to unlearn how fucked up it is and how their society as whole is (ie. he literally fantasized about his mother docking him. how is that not absolutely insane to hear?)  also it'd be useless at this point, he'd need people at their prime, not missing two arms for an old, unnecessary dark practice. he doesn’t want people to fear him, if your people fear you are you truly a leader?

*cuts this ask open with a knife and lets loose a character interpretation more than headcanons* OOPS

am i projecting? maybe but bungie gave me crumbs and i am going to use them

im holding back a bunch of thoughts bc most of them center around much more personal headcanons bc this is my emotional support eliksni :') plus ive written so much already im pretty sure you all think im insane.

If anyone has anything to add feel free! Id love to hear it, you may have some ideas/headcanons/interpretations i didn't list or i never though of! of course... most of this is projecting, who doesn't do that to their fave?

and honestly, i am so open to talking about him in depth, if you want to, shoot me a message! I'll get to it! :3

[mindofharry]

ok!! it’s christmas eve and i’m currently in my room listening to my record player (the 1975) — and i’m just thinking about how lucky i am. to be where i am, to live where i am, to have amazing friends and family, and a place i can go to when i feel down.

i am so grateful for everyone on here. we might never meet irl, but you’ll all be people i think about everyday x

ethan, grayson and harry (my husbands) i’m so beyond thankful for you guys. although you’ll never read this, i’m still writing it. i had watched the twins when i was younger and sadly stopped watching them. my friend and i used to remake their videos and we actually dressed up as them one year for halloween! but as i said, i stopped watching them. but this year i found their channel again, and god, i am so glad i did. the videos they made and produced helped me in more ways than i can count. on the other hand, harry, i have loved since i was little girl (6 to be exact) he released fine line and fuck. that album saved my fucking life along with his first album. this man has made me smile and laugh and cry (a lot) and i’m so thankful for him. and the twins.

writing has always been a passion for me. but i just never knew how to get it out there. then i downloaded tumblr and shit i haven’t looked back! tumblr has given me a lot of anxiety (lmaoo) but i’ve also gained a lot of confidence and found my passion. when i was growing up i didn’t have any hobbies or i didn’t do any extra curricular things, but when i found writing i immediately fell in love. i might not be the greatest but it makes me so happy.

now. that’s all the sappy stuff out of the way! i just wanna say happy holidays. and if you don’t celebrate christmas, i hope you have a healthy and happy december.

here are a few people i’m EXTREMELY grateful for, we might only follow each other, but i just want you to know that i love u guys so much and thanks for making my year such a good one: @vinylhazza @deeperdolan @pineappledols @fangdolan @blindedbythelightt @gothlydolan @blazedgraysons @prettyboydolan @bubsdolan

i’m so sorry if i forgot anyone!!!! i love every single one of you guys 🥺🥺🥺 merry christmas, happy holidays and happy new years.

with that being said, this is me signing off for a couple of days x i’ll be back in 2021, i love you all!

evie <3

[carol-thirteen]

Natasha x reader where they get so bored during quarantine that they started doing ig lives and ask fan’s questions.Thank u!

you let natasha hold the phone first while you pulled the blanket up around you carefully with one hand, the other holding a mug of tea.

“so what exactly are we doing here?” natasha asked. “they’re just asking us questions?”

“yep, it’ll be fun just start it.” you took a sip of your drink.

“okay,” natasha replied with almost a musical tone. “no ones joined yet.”

“they will, you’re the infamous black widow. they will join.” you bosted her ego.

you watched natasha smile as she began reading the comments that were coming up and she shifted backwards onto the couch.

“hi everyone! how are you all doing?” natasha asked, beginning to see the responses flooding in. the mass amounts of i love you’s and omg’s that you saw as you peered into view made your heart swell.

natasha must have seen a question about you, you missed it because you were too busy looking over at natasha as she tried to restrain the size of her smile.

“y/n? she’s right here with me. come say hi baby.” natasha lifted her arm and urged you forward wrapping it around you as you complied.

“hello, how’s everyong doing today, keeping busy?” you spoke, reading the replies that came from the your interaction with natasha. you both leaned slightly forward towards the phone to read more of the replies.

“lovethatbw, love that black widow? they asked what we’ve been doing today. well, first we had breakfast, most important meal of the day. we watched a few episodes of cooking shows.”

“y/n seems to think she could make the perfect creme brûlée.”

“i could!” you turned to face her. “we have the stuff in. i could do it.” you put your attention back to the screen. “what do you think guys”

you both watched the replies flood in. “yes’s all round it seems,” natasha replied. “that’ll be tomorrow’s plans then.”

a few people had begun to ask you questions about your relationship, so you answered what you felt most comfortable to.

“mysticwidow asks, when did you know you loved y/n?” you turned to natasha to let her answer. you were curious.

natasha kept the phone up. “always the sappy questions,” natasha smiled. “why not ask us what dog we’ll be getting together? a labrador by the way we’ll be taking name suggestions.”

“don’t try and distract the lovely people,” you hummed. “answer the question.”

“hmm,” she started. already knowing exactly what her answer was, but wanting to keep that moment private. so she conjured another, one that game a bit later but still before you became an item. “we were out with a few of the others, i don’t really remember.” i was too focused on you, natasha wanted to add. “it was late and we were coming back from dinner, maybe it was the alcohol but she put her hand under my arm and linked it with mine.”

you smiled remembering the moment, the alcohol had given you a little extra confidence.

“we came to a stop light and she rested her head on my shoulder. it was so simple.” she glanced over at you. “but i just knew, it would only ever be her.”

“baby!” you swooned, leaning over and kissing her cheek.

“oh come on, just a cheek kiss?” natasha replied. “the people deserve a proper one.”

you shook your head sightly with a smile pursing onto your lips. you moved forwards and pressed them against hers. you almost forgot you were on a live stream, but drew your attention back to it to answer more questions.

[dayasbun]

NSFW alphabet - Zendaya

Summary: title is pretty self explanatory, its for z x female reader

Requested: nope!

Words: 1764!

Warning: just so many things and so much sexual content- big ol nsfw warning is in the title alone so here we go!!! when I wrote this the mood really struck if you know what I mean so…enjoy!

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A=Aftercare

Aftercare is one of her favorite parts of your sexual encounters. Sometimes she’ll give you little massages, and if she spanked you (we’ll get to that) she’ll be sure to check that your bum isn’t in too much pain. Usually sex with Z ends with loads of cuddles with soft kisses… and sometimes another round.

B=Bondage

Zendaya usually isn’t too into bondage unless you two are in a REALLY kinky mood. If it is one of the rare times you two decide to go over the top for a change, she loves tying your wrists and ankles to the bed so that she can have full control over you. This usually leads to a crazy amount of over-stimulation, teasing, and the perfect mix of feeling heaven and hell. She loves to watch you beg for her as you lay there tied up with no way to get what you want except from her.

C=Cum

Z squirts more than you do, but you do sometimes. Though she helps you reach endless and sometimes uncountable orgasms, squirting is something that has always been a bit hard for you to do. However, when you have the chance to take care of your girl, or when you two trib, she usually squirts all over you- which turns you the fuck on and god it makes you want her even more.

D=Dom

She’s 100% a dom in the bedroom. In any other non-sexual situation shes your little sub baby, but in the bedroom if she doesn’t have control, she’ll force control. She knows you can’t say no to her, and she takes advantage of that. Once you attempted to take over and take her spot as dom, and in the end all you had was a sore bottom and a throbbing clit. Some things you should just leave to the master. (And if you were wondering, she definitely tops.)

E=Edgeplay

You two haven’t worked with any edgeplay before- though you’ve talked about breathplay, nothing has ever actually happened…not yet anyway.

F=Fantasy

You both love the cliche teacher and student fantasy. You play the shy student and she acts as the bold teacher that - of course- consensually dominates the student during a help session. You guys have had some of the steamiest sex after acting this out, and lately Z has been talking about adding in some new roleplays- specifically stripper and very interested customer.

G=Got Caught

The last time Zendaya got caught eating you out, she put on a show of acting cocky. She bragged that she had you under such a deep trance that you couldn’t even hear the person coming. On the contrary, you could tell she was slightly embarrassed, but more upset that someone besides herself saw your pussy.

H=Hot Spots

Right above her navel on her toned stomach is somewhere that drives her absolutely wild, and you leave hickeys there quite often. Besides that is a specific spot on her neck, one that is usually covered with extra makeup.

I=Intimacy

Though extremely dominant and controlling, Z is a complete sappy romantic when it comes to having sex. She makes sure she tells you constantly how beautiful you are to her, and points out every little freckle or beauty mark on your body and gives it a name or kisses it. Your comfort is her #1 priority, and your safe word for everything is always ‘jigglypuff’.

J=Journey

Your girlfriend absolutely loves teasing you all day, up until the time you’re alone. It start with something small, like a simple hickey on the neck before she rushes to get ready for the day. Then it leads to a hand on your thigh during a business breakfast you had to attend with her. From there is constant contact with her, she’ll finger you under the table if she has to. She loves to watch you squirm as you crave her, because that means even more begging when you two arrive at home alone.

K=Kinks

She has a massive daddy kink- but she would never admit it. You slip it out sometimes during sex with Z, and though she never says she has one, she always moves faster when she hears you moan out the word 'Daddy’. A quite basic kink; that might be part of the reason why she doesn’t want you to know she secretly loves it. She adores hair pulling, your hands in her hair tugging at the roots as she eats you out like its her last meal.

L=Location

She’ll have sex with you pretty much anywhere. Public sex is one of Zendayas biggest turn ons. Though she never wants to show your body to anyone else because its all hers, public restrooms, specifically the big family ones, are an amazing spot for her to let you buck your pussy against her thigh in a time of need. Even something as risky as a changing room is right up her alley. There’s been countless times she’s made you completely come undone during a business meeting or dinner. Her hand works wonders under a table, considering she can’t see and can only feel. Shes even gone as far to say she dropped her napkin on the floor, and instead licked a long wet stripe in between your folds before sitting up again like nothing happened.

M=Masturbation

Z has multiple toys, some you probably don’t even know about. She doesn’t use them on herself often, more on you. But when you’re gone and the mood strikes, her lavender vibrator along with a few 'my eyes only’ snap videos you’ve recorded for her can get her off just fine- and in a matter of seconds.

N=NO

She’ll never let you turn the tables on her and let you be the dom for the night, unless you trick her so well that you actually get away with it. Any type of buttplugs//assplay are a big no for her as well. The farthest she’ll go with your ass is a firm spank.

O=On’s

Brushes against her lower region while on the couch cuddling, spreading your legs when you 'stretch’. Yawning and a little moan coming out at the end. Wearing that one specific dress to a premier with her just because you know she wants to rip it off of you. and she will. Telling her how bad you want her, but resisting her when she makes a move. Sitting on her lap and bouncing your ass, but claiming you were just 'getting more comfortable’.

P=Position

69+Scissoring//Tribbing. She’ll never ever get tired of those. She says that 'tasting and rubbing up against your pussy is like a drug’, and she would 'love if she could always be high’.

Q=Quickie

Quickies aren’t Zendayas preferred method of sex, but if you two are horny enough…any method works. Above all though, long, sensual, 'love-making sessions’ (that’s what she calls them) are both of your favorite.

R=Rough

Daya is never rough towards you in bed, however she loves when you’re rough towards her. She may keep a hand around your neck when you ride her thigh, or smack your ass quite harshly as you sit on her face, but anything passing that is always consensual and usually rare. Instead, she chooses to leave soft kisses on your body, and hold her hands lightly on your waist.

S=Stamina

Though she talks a big big game, Zendaya is usually done after 3 short rounds, 2 if they’re longer. When she brags about going all night you just grin, knowing that her bragging rights could be snatched away quickly if you opened your mouth. But you have to give her a break, after all shes usually the one putting in most of the work.

T=Toys

As stated before, Z has a large array of toys, mostly just for you. She loves using them to tease you, and sometimes she brings her mini, silent, vibrator bullet with you in public…just in case. Every time you two have sex it seems like a different toy pops up, and according to Z, you’ve only seen less than half of her collection.

U=Unfair

Her teasing is relentless and constant when she wants it to be. She knows every single way to get under your skin and to push all of your buttons all at once, and man does she take advantage of that knowledge.

V=Volume

The things she says- fuck they’re hot. She moans so loud, claiming that everyone should hear her scream her babies name. She groans out every swear word in the book when you hit certain spots perfectly, fuck being the one that usually comes out the most. She praises you as well with things like, “You’re doing so good babygirl”, and “Fuck, you’re like a goddess with how you take care of me”. Pet names (baby, love, angel, princess, etc.) are something she uses during sex and of course during the day, but they always sound better when she’s moaning them instead of saying them.

W=Wild Card

You wore a fairly tight dress to your families Thanksgiving dinner one year, and Zendaya didn’t like that- she swore you did it just to tease her. She ended up literally ripping it off of you in the bathroom- which you fucking loved- immediately after saying the prayer of grace over the food, and then eating you out while simultaneously fingering you as well. The pleasure was so overflowing that you were drowning in it- and she never let you make a sound. Needless to say, you came up with some lame excuse of why you had to change into a more casual outfit, and Z had a fun time explaining why her hair was suddenly wet.

X=X-Ray

She’s very petite, absolutely gorgeous. Her boobs and ass are barely there, but its enough to grab on to if you need. Her nipples always seem to be hard, and her thighs always unknowingly squished together. There’s always a soft smile on her lips when shes with you, due to your presence her resting bitch-face seems to cease. You love everything about her body (and her), from her head to her toes…and you make sure she knows that.

Y=Yearning

Due to your girl traveling and you doing the same, a lot of times there isn’t much time to wait around. Saying you two have constant sex would be inaccurate…but to say that you have it more than the average couple? That would be right on point.

Z=ZZZ

Sleep comes within minutes- sometimes even seconds. You both tend to wear each other out, leading to sleepy time or cuddles after the deed is done.

[c0untb00z]

I would just like to clear, I don't hate the BBC Dracula 2020 Show. In fact, I actually like the idea of Dracula being set in modern times like in the show, but I would like it a lot better if it wasn't written like a fucking reader insert fanfiction.

Don't get me wrong, I love me some reader inserts every once in a while but they're meant to be on Wattpad. Sometimes, you can find really fucking good fanfictions that could genuinly be movies, but this really just feels like someone wrote an erotic fanfiction for Dracula. It almost reminds me of a worse version of 50 Shades of Grey with less kinky sex.

First and foremost Agatha Van Hesling. I actually kinda liked her personality, how driven she was and determined to never give up, but she was literally created for a love interest. In Dracula by Bram Stocker, Sister Agatha is a nun that nurses Jonathan back to health, claiming he was 'sick in the head' as he ranted of what he had seen and warning others of Dracula. She doesn't even have a last name.

However there is a Dr. Van Hesling in the book, hes dutch(???) Professor that mentors and taught(????) Jack Seward who was in love with Lucy, who was fed off of and eventually killed and eventually undead by the means of the one and only Dracula. Dr Van Hesling plays a large role in the plot of the book. He has an open mind and was able to draw connections between things that some others couldn't, as he had access to more sources and could speak to most off the charecters involved. He's the first person to present the idea of a vampire, and Lucy turning into one. Thanks to Jonathan he was able to identify the vampire feeding on Lucy as Dracula and finds out how to kill the vampires.

So basically Agatha was literally fabricataed for the sole perpose of being there, to fall in love with Dracula or something.

I know we all are horny for Dracula. I'm horny for Dracula. Vampires are fucking hot but the sexiest part of vampires is that they ya know. Kill you and are mercily and heartless. The show does show that in a lot of parts and even decapiates a nun and yeets it into a gaggle of nuns which i fucking died at. But it also, humanizes him way to much, hes literally a monster. The scene in the boat with lord whats his name really portrayed that. It was really,,,, weird cause me being a kinky fucker I don't find the particular phrases of "you're going to need to be quiet now," and " youre doing so well" that creepy and if anything a little hot but looking at the circumstance and the look on that kids face, it was like r e a l y fucked up. Which is why i liked that scene. It showed just how fucked up Dracula is.

To be fair i did like Cleas Bangs acting and casting as Dracula. He had a certain charm that was ever so s l i g h t l y off. I heard people say he just 'made up an accent' but fuck you guys its a fucking danish accent you incolent twats anyways. He could be really funny at times and i actually apprecited it.

However the casting AND acting of the modern parts is absolute shit. Ep.3 is where i kinda gave up on the show and finsihed it for the sake of torturing myself. FIRST OF FUCKING ALL LUCY i cannot fathom how P I S S E D i am about Lucy. Why did they have to make her a phone obsessed basic asshole with no regards to anyones emotions besides her own and the extent of her personality is 'getting likes on socail media is all i care about because it makes me feel validated so im gonna wallo in self pity because i was obiously written by white man in his 50s that would have made me white if he wasnt forved to throw in diversity points" like shut the fuck up steven king.

Also lucy and mina never meet??? Theyre in different fucking time lines??? Theyre friendship and love for eachother was fucking golden how dare you rob that form me and give me a garbage bag full of shit with a shiny little bow on top in its place jesus f u ck.

The cemetary scene was o k ay i gues?? I liked the little nod to the book with the bloofer lady and the concept of random sprits being undead because of unfinished buisness. But this really just felt like it was slapped in the show for the sake of going on a date with Dracula in cemetary. I actually kinda apperacted it but it just felt awkward.

Also who the f u ck is Lucy's friend? The gay one??? Like,,,, is that supposed to Arthur???? His chatecter was so fu king weird and offset he just didnt feel like he should be in there. Hes literally just there for a-50-year-old-man's-interpretation-of-young-women-now-a-days verson of Lucy to have a gay best ffriend.

Ok i not even sure if i want to talk about Quincy. It just hurts. It physically hurts me to think about how d i r t y they did my baby. His charecter is the defination of american chivalry, just as great as regular chivarly but with a little extra cowboy vibe. Quincy is jist the biggest,,,, sweet haert,, like he asked lucy to marry him in his cool american cowboy voice cause he knew lucy loved it and it always made her laugh. And even when she turned him down becayse her heart belonged to arthur, he stayed. All he wanted was for lucy to be happy and all he requested was that they stay frirnds. Hes also invovled with taking fkwn dracula although hes not a main charecter percice ly as he doesnt have any entires in the book he still has an amaizing precence and sometimes while reading the book ill be readying one of dr sewards passanges and think "huh i wonder what quncys doin. I hope hes dooin good. Cowboy vibes n stuffs" amd boy dles he do that. Everh dracula film adaptataion robs us. R O B S U S of quincy morris best scene. In the middle of dr van helsing ranting about vampires( thats basically what half of the book is. I could write a 4p minute mono louge of his rambling jesus how does sweard take note of all this) quincy litterally just walks out. And nobodg really pays any notice beside glancing ag his leave and shrugging at one anouther and going back tl listneing tl van helsing explaining his vampire fan theories quincy moris , the quincy morris from texathe untited states of the amerkca the land and the free and also cowboys.stands outside of the bouilding and pints his gun up at. Dracula whos in the shape of a fucking bat eves ddopping outside the window and just fucking,,shoots it. Now he doesnt hit it cause thatt wouldnt be as fun as brutally stabbing the fucker witja wooden stake. But S T I L L. And the fucking bullet hits the window that everybodys in anprobably causes arthur to shit himself the ppoor boy. Can you belive that theh didnt fucking flim thatfor any dracul? Now i i under stands why not put in this adaptation because quincy is only mentionsed like three god damned times. And when theh DK mention him jesusnshit they literally jsut made him some popular jock from amwrica just to conter jacks white twinky ass and then they had him propose to lucy in the middle of a fucking night club and she says yes???? Lile ok jut throw Arthur out a window then cause cause fu c k him i guess. And then after lucy dies he jjsy fucking moves ?? The only thing thta makes this version of qincy quinccy is the fu king name and fact hes from america

Ok now jack fucking seward. He reminds me of when ylu forget you had a pb&j in your back pack so in the bos after school you pull it out cause yoyr hungry and yoyr mom put WAY to much jelly on it so now its like. All obsorbed into the bread and joggy and squished. Just sad and really white. They even had some kid call him whate bread and they werent fucking wrong. His obly personality traits were ' omg i love lucy but shes a hoe ;,,,((' and being connected to Zoe.

Now last and definately least the god forbaden ending. Just thinking about it gives me a fucking head ache. So , jesus, zoe, who is agathas great niece or someshit, a d looks exactly like her (its literally the same fucking actress) is a detective lile scitist reasearching dracula. So dracula is illedatly attracted to her becasue he thinks shes like agathas reincarnation or soenshit. So he tries tk drink her blood at one point and spits it all out and pukes and sjit cause her blood is poisonous bevaise she has fucking c an c e r. So later we find out that draculas weaknesses ( the sun crucifix) arnt actually real hes just afraid of dying so he has like irration fears or some shit so for some fucking reason. They deside. Its a good iea to end the show with this:

Dracula fucking drinks all of zoes blood killing her and himself because her blood poisonus. And ghe fucking emd scene is them like,,, in the sun???? Or soemt hi ng??? And theyre naked and like presumably fucked and dracula says some shit like " its doesnt have to hurt" and i almost tore my wrist open wiith my teeth because of how shitty this ending is.

Not lnly is it disrespectful to zoe but agatha, agathas whole thing was K I L I N G. dracula she wanted him fucking D E A D she woULDNT FUCK HKM

And like just after finding out that he can be in the sunlight with out fucking dying and that crosses just make him umcomfortable or some shit he just desides to kill himself??? DUDE YOU JUST FOUND OUT YOURE PROACTICALLY MORE INVINCABLE THAN YOU WERE BEFORE AND YOU JSUT FUCKING OFF YOUR SELF ??? HE COULD HAVE FUCKING RULED ENGLAD AND SPEAD VAMPIRISM OLL LVER THE FUCKING COUNTFY AND WORLD KF HE TRIED HARD ENOUGH AND HE KILLS HIMSELF BECAUSE THEY WANTED A STUPID SAPPY ENDING

anyway if anyone actually goes through the effort of reafing my god damn eS S A Y about Dracula that i finkshed typing (im not gonna bother editing tbh) at 4 fucking am. Then thank you and please get a life

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hi babe !!! i’m starting on my journey through the whole bitchin’ series today !!! and i just wanted to say that it really reminds me of that 70’s show (even if i know urs is set in the 80’s lmao) !!! and i want to congratulate u on the job well done !!!

All the bitchin’ asks I didn’t get to answer in time uwu. Spoilers ahead:

prince-jjk said: just read your beyond the story for bitchin’ and i literally cried twice 🥺 especially in the 10yrs later when, for the wedding gift, jk gives y/n the contract they wrote all the way back when they barely knew eachother, that part just made me be like skfkskckskfkd on the inside, that was adorable.

Anonymous said: bitchin is so soft 🥺 it was love at first chapter for me, i loved watching y/n and jk grow throughout the story both together and on their own and i love all the soft lil moments and reading every chapter warmed my heart so damn much 🥺 thank you 💕

Anonymous said: okay so i finally read bitchin’ all in one day and 🥺🥺🥺🥺 they are both idiots i love them sm,, thank u for writing such an incredible story!!💕💗💕💘💗

Anonymous said: MISS ROSE?!?!?!?! BITCHIN' IS BACK AND WITH YOUR BEHIND THE SCENES COMMENTARY?!?! I'VE NEVER BEEN MORE EXCITED MA'AM!! AND WELCOME BACK QUEEN WE'VE MISSED YOU AND THESE LOVABLE DORKS!!!!💛💓💙💕💜💖💚💞❤💘💗

Anonymous said: I LOVED WHAT YOU POSTED FOR BITCHIN OMGGG i actually LOVE seeing behind the scenes of writing so i really enjoyed reading about the details of bitchin. nOT TO MENTION HOW CUTE THE EPILOGUE WAS PLEASE I DONT THINK ILL EVER GET OVER THEM but overall i really liked it and thank you so so so so so so so much for this

Anonymous said: i swear Yara and Taehyung do be the cutest couple :(

beifong-bitch said: So im new around here and just started reading bitchin and oh god- I KEEP IMAGINING TAES VOICE SOUNDING LIKE THAT ONE SURFER DUDE FROM TOTAL DRAMA.

Anonymous said: beyond the story: bitchin’ got me so emotional like??? i think i can’t live without them:( thank you for this beautiful story🤧 you’re so talented

sapphireprinces5 said: can I just say that the fact you called it Behind The Story as BTS is so genius and the best chef’s kiss of the century. reading this made me tear up like I miss the two so much and to see them happy forever was just 🤧 it was so cool to see how the stories developed and your thoughts as you wrote them. thank you for giving this to us - probably one of the best gifts i’ve ever received as a reader. amazing, you’re amazing

mochiieberry said: JUST READ THE UPDATE FOR BITCHIN AND FINALLY I CAN START MY DAY(ignore the fact it’s 3 am :) ). But honestly after reading BITCHIN I questioned what happened afterwards and thank you for writing the behind the scenes and giving us 10 year update!!

ggukcangetit said: oh my gosh i was missing bitchin' and you posted the most incredible companion piece. also love how its called beyond the story (BTS) so sneaky rose (¬‿¬) you really spoilt us with the connect i am sad and happy so thanks for that. lastly, just wanna appreciate how much effort, hard work, and care you devote to your stories, characters, and readers. since you are a LOT younger than me imma go ahead and say this- uWu rose is the best liddol bean in the world. okay bye.

Anonymous said: I just wanted to say thank you for the extra bitchin' content! It's one of my favorite fics ever (mainly bc I am a woman in stem who takes shit from no man and I hardcore identify with yn) and to see how much you love the fic and genuinely get excited about the little details you slip in to make it more enjoyable for you to write just makes my heart !!! bc i love nothing more than hearing writers talk about their works with pride. love you lots and thank you for always putting out great content!

Anonymous said: Yara refusing to put a label on her relationship after 10 years sends me. For one thing, as an independent woman who is terrified of commitment, I can 100% relate lol. The titles she gives him instead killed me as well. Her outrage at the crustaceans was also so something I’d do. Like “no ma’am my best friend ain’t sign up for this and as far as I’m concerned she’s gonna get exactly what she wants”. Yara is my spirit animal.

Anonymous said: I have a lot of questions. #1- How dare you? Bitch I am sobbing. I love those Bitchin fools and I ain’t ever gonna stop loving them!

lee-u-ne12 said: I may have giggled one too many times during my "beyond the story: bitchin'" reading. Dammit it's just so cute! I found it charming how instead of just giving us an update on the characters you included some commentery on each chapter! Ngl i was rlly sad earlier but this made me smile :)

Anonymous said: I definitely noticed the sock thing and thought it was stupidly cute (like this entire fic tbh) and djjdjdjdjjd I wish I had commented on it when I first read it! I loved the behind the stuff and loved all the reasoning as to why you didn't want y/n to be a 'popular guy gave me confidence' type of character 👏 honestly loved it all thank you!!!!

Anonymous said: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING BITCHIN’!! ITS A WORK OF ART AND SO AMAZING QND I LOVE U SO MUCH MISS ROSE 😭😭😭💕💓💖💕💗💞❣️💖💝

Anonymous said: AHAHJAJAJAJJA THIS MADE ME SOOOOO HAPPY AND I HAVEN’T FELT THIS HAPPY AND SAPPY IN SUCJ A LONG TIMEEE!! i absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE READING THE BACKSTORY AND BEHIND THE SCENES OF WRITING THIS FIC AND THE 10 YEARS LATER AND WEDDING MADE ME SO FUCKING HAPPY AHAHAHJAHA I ALSO LOVE TAE AND YARA SO MUCH AND I LOVE THAT THEYRE SO HAPPY BRO AND LIKE THEY DIDN’T NEED A LABEL LIKE yES PERIODT!UGHUGHYGHI I LOVE YOU SO MCUH MISS ROSE AJHSJS I HAVE SO MUCG LOVE FOR YOUU 😭😭😭💖💓💕

Anonymous said: ROSE YOU SON OF A BITCH I LOVE YOU

cheeky-kookie said: ROSE, I am so happy this is the best birthday present wowza ily thank you bitchin' update I cry

Anonymous said: oh my gosh yara and tae are gonna get married someday and she's still gonna be like what? husband? you meaN my matChing riGg wEareR.

Anonymous said: Just wanted to let you know, I just read BITCHIN' AND IT'S THE BEST STORY I'VE READ IN A WHILE AND NOW ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITES. I would totally read it again in the future . Thank you for writing it and sharing it with us and you're awesome!

Anonymous said: Bitchin' was amazing. I cried. Thank you for writing it 🖤

Anonymous said: I think I've read bitchin like 3 times now but in never fails to put a smile on my face. The 80s slang kills me every time. Just wanted to say it's one of my favourite fics I've ever read :)

Anonymous said: i just finished bitchin’ AND IT WAS SO GOOD i cried at the end when it came full circle about the paper 😭❤️

Anonymous said: Hi I just binge read bitchin I’ve always ran into it but I hesitate Bc I knew it wasn’t completed I’m the worst but,,, ow. Ow. My heart physically melted you developed two characters so well and there’s no way I’m not going to reread again and again because of how good and genuine their relationship was. Uhh that’s it sorry I just wanted to let you know I’ll need money Bc my heart is unfunctional because of how full it is

Anonymous said: i just wanted to tell you that you made me feel so 🥺🥺🥺🥺!!!! with bitchin', that it is one of my favorite stories ever and that it's just so amazing and well written i just- don't stop doing what you're doing please !!!!!

Anonymous said: hi sorry this is random but im a huge fan of your work! i havent checked in with tumblr too much lately but last night i binge read camellia, groovy, and bitchin and oh my goodness i was so enthralled !! you have such a wonderful ability to engage readers with such relatable and dynamic characters! like wowowow i cant wait to read more of your writing! thanks so much for putting in the time and effort you do to create your work, its great and im glad you get to share it with the world! 🌟

Anonymous said: hi so i may or may not have read all of bitchin in one night BUT I LOVED IT AND IM AMAZED BY YOU 🥺♥️

Anonymous said: hiii! bitchin’ has been the best thing i have ever read and im so sad that its over, but im so happy you wrote it! u are an incredible writer❤️❤️❤️

emdancing said: Hi! I’d just like to say I binged bitchin and i absolutely loved it! It just might be my favorite koo fic 💕 your writing is awesome and so are you!!

Anonymous said: i binge read bitchin this weekend and i don’t even like fanfics but kept seeing it get recommended so decided to check it out and i loved it 😭 jungkook in that fic is so perfect and cute (except for his mess up with kiri) and that note at the end got me emotional 🥺 your story and writing was too too good, i skipped all the smut but still loved it 💗 thank you for sharing one of the most heartwarming and lovely stories i have ever read! 🤧

lowlifeoeuvre said: Hi i just read bitchin and i only have one thing to say about it... A WHOLE MASTERPIECE MAN!! literally almost cried and actually made a very inhuman happy noise at the end. I will for sure be reading anything else you write or have written.

babeewiththepowerr said: I just finished reading Bitchin and now I’m crying 😢 it was soooo pretty and well written 💜

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The Bowers Gang When They Fall In Love With Their  Best Friends

Request:Anonymous: Did u ever do a hc best friends to lovers thing for the bowers gang? If not could you maybe please with a cherry on top!!! Thank you!!!!

A/N:I am so sorry this took so long

Warnings:None

Henry

You had been best friends with Henry as long as you could remember 

It began all the way back in kindergarten

He didn't have anything for lunch 

So you gave him half your sandwich and some of your cookies

Thus your bond was created

As you two grew up together people wouldn't question it since they knew you two were a pair

But they would wonder about you two

They couldn't get why you a sweet little girl who wore sundresses and braids or pigtails was doing with the rough and tough resident school bully who wore old worn out looking clothes 

But despite people's judgement you two just kept doing your thing

Always looking out for each other

Hell your place practically became a second home

Well really first since his place wasn't much of a home to begin with

But you let him stay and sleepover whenever things were rough

Comforting him when his parents divorced

And patching him up when Butch took his anger out on him

Telling him you would get the hell out of Derry one day together

Just you and him

And maybe the guys if the wind blew that way

Him teaching you how to fight so you could hold your own

And telling each other everything

Well expect for the fact you mutually pined for each other like idiots

Belch was the holder of that information for the both of you

Trying to give each of you advice 

Without spilling you liked each other 

Because he wanted you two to confess on your own time

Key word being trying

Patrick caught on 

And got so sick of you two flirting that he just blurted it one day

"God dammit you two are annoying the shit out of me with this lovey dovey holding out crap. You both wanna fuck so can you just kiss and get it over with so I don't have to deal with this sappy pine fest anymore. FUCK."

You and Henry look at each other and blush 

"That true? Do ya got a thing for me?" 

You nod

You gaze into each others eyes before finally kissing him

After all these years it felt surreal

Belch and Vic cheered and Patrick wolf whistled to fuck with you

"Very touching. Now can we get the fuck out of here?" he pipes up

You both smack him

And when you get in the Trans Am Henry stops you from climbing into the back

Pulling you into his lap

You talk about when your feelings developed and how they first started

His arms on your waist securing you

Yours around his neck 

Occasionally kissing his cheek

And having made plans for you first date to occur on the weekend

Patrick

You and Patrick sure have the weirdest friendship history

You have known him basically all your life

Having your parents be friends in church

So naturally you had to interact a lot

And at first you two didn't get along at all

Until the faithful Easter of 1980

Both of you just 6 years old

Your parents had brought you to the kids section of the church

Him all dressed in his little tux

You in your sweet little pink and white Easter dress

You two were arguing when you just shoved him

He got up and shoved you back

A small slap here and there

And some pushing

Before you knew it you two were laughing as you got into a mini brawl

Your parents pull you off each other and scold both of you

Until they realized you two were finally getting along

They tell you to play nice without hitting each other

And eventually you do

You tend to play like you're a queen and he's a king

Making Patrick in his little fucked up head know that you're real

Sleepovers

Even after your parents try to stop you he still snuck over and vice versa

Sharing a bed

Sneaking out of church when you could to get high

Thinking his pencil case is fucking gross

Also knowing about Avery

Possibly being there when he did it

Well not in the room but the living room at least and not knowing what was happening

Tbfh you know EVERYTHING about Patrick and vice versa

Like each others deepest darkest secrets

Well dark on Patrick's part at least

Him knowing you like him

Even if you don't tell him

Patrick telling you that you'll always be by his side

And sticking to that

I mean hell not only were you his Goddess

But you were also his only friend for a while up until the boys

Not like he needed anyone else

But still

You were with him before puberty hit him like a truck

Back when he was just that weird creepy chubby kid

Which quickly went away when his growth spurt plus the bits of exercise did wonders for him 

Evening out his weight and making him the 6 foot lanky ass tree he currently was

Of course your feelings for Patrick did develop before that but that transformation definitely added to it a whole lot more

Finally getting together when he asks you why you never had a boyfriend

Not that he cared since he wanted it that way and his presence scared most guys off anyway

"I-I don't know Pat, I've just never met anyone else"

Realizing your fuck up you turn red as

"Anyone else? So you like a guy?"

"Um yeah you could say that."

"Do I know him?"

"Can we change the subject?"

"Awww come on Princess I won't tell him."

"Seriously Patrick let's just movie on."

"But why-"

"It's you, you asshole! I have a thing for you!"

You expect to get rejected

But he just smashes his lips on yours

He kisses you hard

"Took you long enough"

"Oh fuck you"

You smack his shoulder

And he puts his arm around you pulling you into his lap

Not even taking you out

But just taking you home 😏

Vic

You and Vic had been friends since 1st grade

When this bitch stole your crayons and wouldn't give them back

Vic felt bad and shared his with you

Needless to say since he had the 64 pack with the sharpener that the girl felt stupid afterwards for taking yours

And while you two sat there and colored you hit it off

And now here you were in high school

Vic still by your side

Venting to each other

Being the first one he comes out as bi to

Dying your hair together

Well more like helping him bleach his

And him talking you into different colored streaks from time to time

Getting high and talking about random shit together

Hanging with the gang more than you would like

Getting into all kinds of trouble

Through all of the craziness over the years you developed a crush on each other

Silently pining

Until you're at a smaller party than usual

Well more like a big get together

There is like 20 of you

You, Vic, and the boys included

And someone decided since it was a 50/50 split of guys and girls that you should play 7 minutes in Heaven

You reluctantly agreed although you've never been kissed before

Cue you being redder than a damn strawberry when you had to go in there with Vic

It starts off awkward

Knowing that neither of you have been kissed

Before you decide to just go for it

I mean who better for your first kiss then your best friend of a crush right?

He is shocked but kisses back

When you leave the room you get hoots and hollers since your lipstick smeared on to him

You reach over and grab his hand

Ignoring the comments from the guys

Belch

You and Belch have been best friends since diapers

Your mothers had been best friends their entire lives

So naturally they wanted their kids to be best friends

And best friends you were

You and Reggie were practically joined at the hip

Doing everything and anything together

Comforting him when his dad leaves

Celebrating with him when he gets his license and going on a long drive in Amy

Him protecting you from the gang when they hit on you or in Patrick's case handsy

You two both have feelings for each other although you push them away

Because you don't know if he feels the same

But rest assured he does you have that boy wrapped around your finger

And you find that out in a less than ideal moment

Basically you were out with your boyfriend when Reggie was expecting you over 

When you get over there he is relieved since it was a few hours later than you told him you would be

And when he finds out where you were he gets a little pissed

"Oh so were out with Adam."

"Yeah. Why?"

"I was just worried you know people goin' missin' and all."

"You're right. I'm sorry for worrying you. I should've called saying I would be later."

"I just don't get it."

"What?"

"Why you're with him. He's cheated on you how many times? He doesn't deserve anymore of your tears at this point. All the douche does is break you into smaller pieces every time and I gotta pick em' up. I know you're extra trustin' but why do you wanna be with a guy who does nothin' but hurt you?"

"I...."

"I mean hell what does he even really know about you anyways? Does he know that your absolute favorite thing in the world is a long drive? Does he know that you sleep with your teddy bear after seein' a scary movie? Does he know durin' rainy days all you wanna do is stay huddled up in your blankets? Or what how nothin' makes you happier than a slice of your mama's peach pie? Fuck I mean does he even know what your favorite color is?"

"Well I mean...why do you care?"

"Why do I care? Maybe because I'm your best friend? Or maybe it's because all I want is for you to be happy? Or hell maybe because I'm so damn in love with you and you don't even fucking know it?"

Then he realizes what he said

"You love me?"

"Shit I'm sorry. I probably made everything awkward now."

You say nothing

"I just....I think you deserve the world even it if it ain't with me I want you to be with someone who treats you like the damn Princess you are."

You step closer and kiss him

"I love you back."

"Ya do?"

"Yeah. I have for a while now."

"You have?"

"Yeah. I was just scared you didn't feel the same way."

"Well I definitely do."

You smile and take his hand as he leads you to the couch

And you two snuggle up under a blanket and watch movies while lazily kissing every now and then