#my ribs hurt bc im laughing so hard at this

[cosmal]

hii how are you?? i hope finee

i was wondering if you could write smth with james; r got hurt and feels the urge to cry but doesn't want to bc she's embarassed to, but james know that shes hurting and comforts her. just pure fluff.

i know its basic but i just recently got a black eye because i was hit with a metal bottle (bc i play fighting w a friend) and im too embarassed now that i have a bruise. if you could write something like is, it would be awesome; if not, feel free to change whatever you'd like!!

i love your work sm by the way!!

car door

summary — you hurt yourself and get embarrassed.

content — james potter x fem!reader

note — thank u baby!! i hope ur eye is okay now :(

You're laughing about something stupid with James when you do it. Distracted, smiling at him over the top of his car, you close the door on your hand.

It slams over three of your fingers and bounces back open when you flinch backwards. You gasp and hold your hand to your chest, squeezing like somehow it'll distract you from the inevitable pain. Like hopefully, nothing will happen at all.

You slam your eyes closed and suddenly you can feel James's hands on your arms. He's so close so quickly, you hold your breath and hope you don't cry. You feel embarrassed for hurting yourself whilst having a good time with him, worse for feeling the urge to sob.

"You okay, lovely?" he asks, hands a distracting heat over your skin. You blink up at him and try to smile. You know it's crooked, trembling lips and pinched brows. "Christ, did you shut the door on your hand?"

"Yeah," you try to say. It comes out all pitched up, voice shaky and quiet.

He takes your sore hand into his own and checks it over. Fingers pushing up your palm and up to your knuckles, just below the source of grievance. It's already throbbing, your beating heart worse in your ears.

He's saying something and you're struggling to listen. You bite down so hard into your bottom lip you worry it'll end up worse than your hand. Your eyes sting, you can feel the beginnings of tears building up along your waterline. You steel yourself and try not to cry.

"Sweetheart," his voice comes in quick and worried, like a splash of cold water to the face. You blink back your daze and your eyes blur with tears you don't want to shed. "Hey, take a deep breath."

You don't do as he says and he worries even more. He drops your sore hand gently in favour of squeezing your shoulders, ducking his head to where you've got it pointed to the asphalt. You can't look him in the eyes. You stare at his lovely nose instead.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?'' He's gentle as he talks to you like he's trying to keep his own panic hidden from his voice like he'll spook you. "Breathe, lovely."

You let out a big, shuddering breath, mainly on his behalf. It comes in quick and it startles you how upset you've suddenly become. You feel hot with more embarrassment, prickling up your chest and neck.

"God," you sniffle, "I'm sorry. Sorry,'' you say once more.

You think James knows what's going on. He rubs a knuckle under the soft skin below your watery eye. "Do you need a cry?"

"What?"

"You look like you're about to explode." He's half a breath away from laughing. You half want him to, expecting it to make you feel better. "I don't want you to cry, but if you need to, you can."

The first tear is hot as it spills down your cheek.

"Oh, baby," he says suddenly. Quietly.

He's quick to take you into his chest, arms tight around your back, fingers digging into your ribs. You rub your wet face against the fleece of his jumper and tremble with quiet cries. The kind that steal your breath and come out quick and staggered.

The kind that feel good.

"Shit," you mumble into his neck. He squeezes you closer. "I'm sorry. God, this is so embarrassing."

"Hey, it's okay," he says quickly, hands rubbing up and down your back to keep you close. You melt under his warmth, leaning all your weight into him. "As much as you're breaking my fuckin' heart, darlin'. It's okay to cry."

"It's just a sore finger," you grumble.

"Did it hurt?" he asks firmly.

You nod with a wet sniffle, happy he's made your tears slow. "Yeah."

"Then it's okay.” He kisses your head, right into the material of the beanie you promised you'd wear to keep yourself warm. "Even if it didn't hurt, you can cry. I'm sure it was scary, yeah?"

"Yeah." You pull yourself back from his chest to smile. It's wet and a little sad, James beams just the same.

"Can I see your fingers again?" He asks.

You lift your hand between the both of you and hope he kisses it. You're more than relieved when he does. Kisses over your knuckles and fingertips, much more gentle than he needs to be.

He looks at you while he does it. You feel like you could pass out.

"Feeling better?" he says and drops your hand down but doesn't let go.

"Yeah," you lie. It's not serious though you know he'll worry more than he should.

"Sure?"

"Positive."

He smiles something lovely at you and throws an arm around your shoulders. “C'mon, let's get you inside. Do you want a tea?"

You smile back at him and feel the urge to kiss him. You might later on when you're out of the cold, in the cafe still feeling lovesick. "And a croissant?"

"Toasted?"

"That's a silly question," you laugh.

"I'm a silly man."

You roll your eyes. Your hand feels better already.

[leelesbo]

so this may be a bit of an odd request lol. im not personally into tickeling, but my partner is. i find it really attractive how into it he is, and am super willing to participate for him, but as hes into the lee and ler sides of it, sometimes when im taking the ler role, i sort of run out of ideas on what to say and do LOL. it doesnt come naturally to me like you all who actually Do have the fetish. i basically just picked your blog randomly cause we're the same age and you seem to have experience with it and i dont think he follows you already, but i was hoping you could offer some advice or ideas on good things to say and do that may not be obvious? i'd ask him but he gets so flustered over it that its basically impossible HDFJKGKDFHGL

this is the cutest sweetest ask omfg i would LOVE to help out. i love yapping about tickling you came to the right person (this turned out to be really long so it’s all under the cut LMFAO)

so for teasing, a lot of the times it really depends on Who you’re teasing!! for instance, im not personally a huge fan of the whole “coochie coochie coo” “tickle tickle tickle” thing bc its just Way too babyish and infantile for me, but ive found a lot of people in this community really like it and it flusters them a lot!!! if youre unsure, typical teases like that couldn’t hurt to try!

ok i said “tickle tickle tickle” didnt work on me but Actually in the right context that absolutely could work bc the simple act of Hearing The Word is insanely flustering. fr, if you just keep repeating how ticklish he is, asking if something tickles, maybe even figure out a way to force Him to say the word it should work. there’s smth about knismos where our brain overloads hearing that word and it’s even so hard to say, it’s extremely flustering being forced to say it!!

also, focusing on spots and Talking about how that particular spot is affecting them is killer. if you’re tickling his ribs and it’s making him giggle more than belly-laugh, point that out!!! “oh you really like the ribs, don’t you? you’re giggling so much you can’t even talk! try! go on, tell me how much it tickles!” for me and a lot of other knismos, tickling is a lot about feeling Analyzed. experiment with specific spots and see how differently it affects him. verbally take notes on the differences!

also, emphasize how much he’s enjoying it even if/when he’s Begging for you to stop or move spots. knismos love to pretend we hate it, it adds to the fun of the whole thing. but don’t ONLY emphasize that he’s enjoying it, also throw in how horrible it must be!! how he’s too ticklish to take it, how it must be so bad if he’s screaming for mercy.

(i literally keep thinking of new things to add this is going to be so long sorry)

AND AND AND!!! POINT OUT HOW FLUSTERED HE IS!! how red his face has gotten, how he keeps repeating the same thing over and over bc his brain is fuzzy and he can’t Speak Properly, maybe he can’t figure out what to do with his hands, or he keeps trying to hide his face! LET HIM KNOW U CAN SEE EVERY LITTLE REACTION!!! it’s about the attention to detail babyyyy

tickle teasing can also go beyond the actual Act of tickling. tease him when you aren’t even tickling him!! wiggle your fingers his way, throw the word in casual conversation (“what you said earlier really tickled me”), poke him when ur out in public!! little things :3

when you Are tickling him, make him tell you what spots tickle more. make him help you! maybe choose two spots at a time, tickle one spot and then the other, and make him tell you which was worse (this ofc will take Many trials and retests juuuust to be sure he was right the first time 😌). use different methods and make him choose which is worse! hands or teeth? feathers or raspberries? the list can go on and on and you’ll both be sure to have a lot of fun testing out the varieties of the game lol

okay so i could literally keep going FOREVER but ill stop here for now bc ive already written a fucking essay!!! if you want more i’d be elated to go again, my brain is constantly on Tickle Mode so im always happy to yap about it!!

anyway, hope this helped!! hope you guys have fun, im happy to be of service :3

[sapphoherselz]

#oh my god.#OH MY GOD?#OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!#KEVSETH RISE#KEVSETH RIIIIIIISE#i LOVE it#i love YOU#you are giving me everything#imagine getting aftg with one (1) character aware of the plot and everything like a god-adjacent sports commentator and its KEVIN DAY#how many of y'all wanna pitch in on the bet that aaron has a thing for neil's hands#iam foaming at the mouth my brain got the zoomies everything is so good soup#aaron: bitch / bee: he hath given me a nickname at last 🥹#DAVID MARRY MEEEEEE#I NEED YOU TO OBLITERATE MY FATHER LIKE U DID NEIL'S#ON MY KNEES DAVID ON MY KNEES#you wouldn't mind David in our marriage right vael?#dream polycule#so whats the new tag for neilaaron bestfriendisms?#cuz aaron's friendism be thirsting#YOU CAN'T TELL ME NOTHING BC KEVIN KEEPS ON REPLYING TO SETH AND THAT AIN'T NOTHING OK#well i went overboard didn't i#eh#love you babyvael of my heart#(i was going for babygirl adjacent but now it just looks like i'm calling you babybel cheese and spelt it wrong)#idgaf i'm leaving that there

another day another soulmatism for us code!!! cause why is the "my brain got zoomies" describing my situation exactly (and also, as always, funny as hell??????? again, HOW do you come up with these things omg!!!!)

#imagine getting aftg with one (1) character aware of the plot and everything like a god-adjacent sports commentator and its KEVIN DAY LMAOOOOOOO the way he would be in the background while andreil are busy w their complicated gay mating rituals and he's just...eating...staring right at the camera...not a thought behind his eyes.......

#how many of y'all wanna pitch in on the bet that aaron has a thing for neil's hands im putting in 5 euros....but most of my hard earned money is going for the "aaron has a thing for neil's slutty waist"...

#you wouldn't mind David in our marriage right vael?#dream polycule laughed so hard at this that my right ribs hurt!!!!! omg babe you dont even have to ask!!!! likeeeeeeee.........a dilf who's v protective of the ones he loves AND he has quick and funny comebacks???? where do i SIGN!!!

#YOU CAN'T TELL ME NOTHING BC KEVIN KEEPS ON REPLYING TO SETH AND THAT AIN'T NOTHING OK CODE STOP BEING IN MY BRAIN WHY ARE WE THINKING THE SAME THING!!!!! GET OUT!!!!!! cause like...that was exactly what i was going for..........like kevin you could block him soooo easily....

#love you babyvael of my heart#(i was going for babygirl adjacent but now it just looks like i'm calling you babybel cheese and spelt it wrong)#idgaf i'm leaving that there babycode the dearest in my heart i can be you babybel cheese anyday and everytime thats how much i love you!!!!

still celebrating for yesterday news anyways neilaaron bestfriendisms w a side of I went to my older posts for reasons and I noticed that I used to not answer people's reblobs (cause I had anxiety about interacting with people) SO IF I EVER GHOSTED YOU J'M SO SORRU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also I fear I'm not going to be here for some time sigh 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 (exams + thesis) 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[familyvideostevie]

ok i'm asking for another IM SORRY but i need your take on this one with steve or i'll die (only if you want to ofc <3)

49. spinning your lover into a kiss on the dance floor

you can have as many as you want my darling <3 I'm making the setting here the jopper wedding bc like, why not! so here u go!!

spinning your lover into a kiss on the dance floor __

The energy in the room is infectious. You've been smiling so hard all night that your cheeks hurt and your ribs ache from laughing. Everyone you love in one room and it's not even your wedding.

You're taking a small break from dancing, sipping your water as you listen to Max tell you about the date she and Lucas went on last week. You've been watching Steve and Dustin flail around, your gaze catching your boyfriend's every so often. He winks at you every time and it makes you feel warm all over.

"And then I kissed him in the lobby when it was over," Max says.

"In front of everyone?" you ask her, tearing your eyes away from the dance floor to see her flush, your eyebrows raised.

"Well, duh," she says, rolling her eyes. "He's my boyfriend again, so." You laugh a little and notice the song has changed to something sweeter, slower.

"Better go find him," you say. "It's slow dance time." She flicks your arm but smiles, rising to heed your advice.

"Wanna take a spin?" Steve appears in front of you, hand outstretched. His jacket is nowhere to be found, his tie a little loose and his shirtsleeves rolled up. He looks like a dream.

You don't answer as you pull yourself up and follow him to the floor. He settles his hand on the small of your back, pulling you close so you wrap your arm around his shoulders. He smells like his cologne, sweat, and white wine. You love him.

"Having fun?" he says next to your ear. You glance around the room and see the bride and groom swaying in the corner, your friends paired off and chatting.

"I am," you say, rubbing your cheek against his, feeling his stubble. "Weddings are always fun." You know that someday you'll be marrying Steve and you can't hide your grin at the thought.

"What're you smiling about?" His eyes twinkle as he looks at you.

"I just love you," you say. He flushes and spins you smoothly but quickly. You laugh as you try to keep up, tumbling back into his arms. He kisses you deeply, right there on the dance floor, and you wonder how you're going to cope with being this happy for the rest of your life.

"What was that for?" you ask, delighted. He brushes his nose against yours.

"I just love you," he replies.

kiss prompts for eddie or steve baby blurbs

[kiss4kazu]

Hi! could I request some headcanons for what kissing Ashe and Dimitri (Felix too if thats not too much if not its fine) would be like for the first time?

☆ first time kisses with ashe, dimitri, felix 

↳ ashe babie boy 

although ashe is really innocent and pure i think he’s easily one of the most romantic in blue lions and would really go above and beyond always for the person he loves. 

i know a lot of people probably see ashe as someone being too reluctant and nervous to actually ever make a move first but i think if he really liked someone, he’d be extremely obvious about it, blushing like crazy, a stuttering mess, etc and after enough pep talks from sylvain he’d finally make a move to ask u out on a date and it would be an absolute wreck.

would literally put together something so fckin cheesy n corny but in the most adorably ashe way that it makes you want to punch him from being so precious

like a cute picnic or something by a lake and he’d make cute little cakes with some help from annette and it would just be so pure. 

he’d rehearse how he’s going to confess in his head like a million times but when the moment actually comes it ends up just being a jumbled up mess filled with “ums” and he’d try to stick to the script him and sylvain came up with and get out a “y-you’re r-really… u-uh… p-pretty..” but then he’d fuck it all up by saying something weird n dorky like “a-and you s-smell really nice… w-wait that’s weird i’m sorry-” and you’d just hold back ur laughter, ur heart swelling with so so much affection for him. 

ofc he’d ask for permission to kiss you, cheeks crimson and his eyes looking up at yours like tht one starry eyed emoji. you’d give him a vocal response, since he rly needs that reassurance. no stutters just “of course ashe” and he’d smile so so big and then just swoop down totally uncoordinated. 

would probs miss your lips and have to readjust. 

kissing ashe for the first time would be … messy. he’s not experienced at all, and doesn’t know what to do with his hands and he’d honestly be a dead fish for a good few moments. but as you ease him more into the kiss, he’d loosen up a bit, tilt his head and just stop overthinking. his lips would be really warm and would taste so sweet from the cake and he’d smile so hard into the kiss that your teeth end up bumping into each other and you’d pull away laughing

ashe kisses are the best honestly the butterflies fireworks the whole shebang yknow. 

as he gets more confident he’d probably try out a few things he’s seen in books like slipping his tongue in and would be completely taken aback by just how nice it feels. would probably whine into the kiss, cradle your face in his hands, and once you guys pull apart for some air he’d just breathe heavily against your lips with the dopiest smile on his face :( <3 

he’d be rly slap happy after kissing you for the first time and would probably tackle u onto the picnic blanket laughing from happiness kissing your face everywhere and showering you in compliments, shoving his face into ur neck and just breathing in ur scent. 

he’s very clingy ok. 

↳ dimi !!

whew. ok so we’re gonna do academy phase dimi since feral dimi is uh… probs not sfw & violent skjdfjslkjfd  

academy phase dimi knows NOTHING about kissing n he has 0 experience so it takes him forever n a day to finally get the balls to kiss u and when he does … whew. 

i can imagine kissing dimi to be during like , a deep convo or something late at night, when he’s having trouble sleeping or something and ur just running ur fingers through his hair, listening to him as he vents and admiring the sound of his voice bc he’s always more talkative at the dead of night when he’s sleep deprived. 

he’d just look at u so so lovingly and it would be suffocating and ur just staring at his lips but u know ur probs way in over ur head bc uh he’s the future king of faerghus 

but then he’d ask for permission too like ashe tbh bc he’s just polite like tht and has too good mannerisms 

plus he cares a lot about your comfort and would never want to make u feel unsafe or uncomfy especially by his doing

and you would nod with quickness n he’d waste not a second to connect ur lips 

kissing dimi is like a trance tbh, type of kiss that feels like something in u is short-circuiting 

literally the type of kiss that makes ur knees buckle u know the ones. 

he’s a rly rly good kisser n it makes no sense bc he’s literally never kissed anyone before in his life n it kind of makes u mad bc why is he perfect 

a rly rly passionate kisser and he can be kind of rougher than he intends to bc he’s not good with fragile things 

clearly v dominant in the kiss, one hand with an iron grip on ur hip the other tangled up behind ur neck, gripping ur hair. after a while gets reluctant and starts to overthink things and pulls away apologizing for being too rough

you’d probs have to reassure him a million times tht its okay dimi ur not hurting me!! 

he’s rly touch starved tbh so he always tends to take pecks into full-blown makeout sessions or when he intends to just kiss ur forehead he ends up kissing ur cheeks too, ur jaw, down ur neck just riling himself up tbh and then he finally  looks up at u with his eyes all dark n ur just like … here we go

did i mention he groans a lot during kisses bc he does 

dimi’s other sides shining through when his emotions overwhelm him is just .. dimitri 101. 

he’s rough, seemingly an expert at this shit, his tongue shoving past your lips and completely taking u off guard. he’d literally kiss you so hard your head would spin and he’d do it all with a blush on his face bc he’s still a shy babie.  as soon as the moment is over he’s back to stuttering n being all awkward boyish prince. 

he’s also the type to shower u in compliments between kisses.

kisses lips “you’re so gorgeous” smooches neck “so amazing” kisses jaw “goddess i love you” 

im scream crying

↳ felix too bc WHY NOT ! i love him 

listen. 

this little fucker kisses the life out of people u heard it here first folks. 

he’s 100% a heat of the moment type of kisser. it could go two ways tbh. like if you got hurt or something on his behalf he’d scream at you with glossy eyes for a good 5 minutes and then just stare at you all >:( and then he’d just grab you and  kiss the fuck out of you.

probably the most passionate kisser out of the three, he kisses to the point where u can’t feel ur toes and stuff he’d just completely indulge without any fucks given bc he almost lost you and he’s not good with explaining his emotions so hopefully this helps you understand. 

the other way i can see a first kiss going down with felix is more.. vulnerable, despite his hard exterior. he is rough and mean but it’s not bc he’s genuinely a bad person he just has walls built up so high tht its impossible for anyone to rly climb over 

to get a kiss from lix, u definitely have to have climbed over tht wall of his, or just fly a wrecking ball through it n send it crumbling to the ground

you’re literally the only exception, the only person who can rly get through to him 

he’d probably turn to you for comfort a lot, when dimitri agitates him with memories of glenn or his dad says something that ticks him off and he wants to punch something he’d just go to you instead, knock on ur door and just waltz in like he owns the place, sitting down on ur bed and u would know he wants cuddles bc this is how felix communicates 

if he had to actually say “i want cuddles” out loud he’d probably shoot himself in the foot with an arrow so he’s glad u understand, u always understand him just by looking at him n it’s reassuring bc he’s never been good with words.

its kind of cringe to him that he likes being held but shocker he likes being held 

he also rly rly likes it when u play with his hair he’s like a cat he will literally start nuzzling into you, so warm and pliant to your touch

ok im getting distracted back to the kissing shit

felix would probably just be rly overwhelmed with emotions n he doesn’t rly know how to tell u “i like u” so he just says “im going to kiss you.” like a literal statement n then he does it n ur just like o-o bc wtf. 

if ur not responsive at first he’d just pull away after a while and wouldn’t meet eyes with u and be all blushy. 

would let out a tch like the little shit that he is, and u have to turn his face so he’s properly looking at u again and meeting eyes with u 

he looks so vulnerable and stupidly gorgeous so u kiss him this time so he knows the feeling is mutual and it’d take him a min to really gather whats happening but once he does he’d literally. suck. the. life. out. of. your. face. period. 

felix kisses r rough n messy n just completely self-indulgent and he groans shamelessly when u pull his hair tie out from his bun and tug at his hair yes i have a thing for felix’s hair leave me alone.

gives 0 fucks would literally shove his tongue down your throat pull you flush against him and he always calls sylvain insatiable but rly its this fucker who’s insatiable he is literally eating your face. 

you’d have to pull him away from you and he’d just pant so hard against your lips and look at you like he wants to devour you and its kind of overwhelming bc he’s fucking hot !!!!! 

would shove his face into ur neck and mumble out an “i like you”  and u would tease him n be like “what did you say i cant hear u?” and he’d elbow u in the ribs  and groan into ur neck and u would laugh n kiss his head, telling him u like him too

at tht he’d lift his head up, his hair falling over his amber eyes and u would just push the strands away from his face and kiss him softly one last time before going back 2 ur conversation about punching sylvain’s face or sumn

anyway i love felix thanks 4 coming to my ted talk. 

requests are open! <3

- vivi ★

[ackermans-freedom-inc]

Bruh sis fam your writing is so amazing im always feeling feels everytime I read your fics!! 😘 its always such a great read! And recently, all this reader falling out of love with levi is making me bawl my eyes (its so great i love it btw) im like yo girl wut u doin? Com on thats levi 😭 anyways if its alright may I request a levixreader fic wherein levis gf fell out of love with him. He let her go. Then reader knew everything, comes in, comforts levi, and they fell in love together 😙😘 teehee

A/N: My anon I laughed so hard when I read ‘bruh sis fam’ bc I love and use those words all the time!!! and also YAH COM ON ITS LEVII I cried at that fic too. Please enjoy that fic...but the other way around! 

You Never Liked Her - fluff!

You Never liked her. 

The way she would interject into your conversations with Levi, bringing up some random encounter she had with him, giggling about ‘that time when…’.

You would wrinkle your nose every time she baked, slightly hurt when she would offer him a muffin that he took so easily.

You never liked her and her perfect nose, her perfect smile, and her perfect eyes. But you put up with her, because Levi liked her.  He liked her so much it made you want to vomit. He would brush aside your plans if she suddenly decided she was free for a stroll to the village, leaving you to your own devices as you put away the tea you were going to share with him.

You never told him, but you had seen how her eyes had been drifting to the tall brunette on her squad. You never commented on how much time they spent together, not wanting to upset Levi. But all that was for nought. He had let her go. He was no idiot, and it didn’t take one to notice that she was already halfway out the door of the relationship.

You sat beside him, taking his hand. Just sitting with him in the silence. Wallowing in the pain.

You couldn’t tell him. Not now. You had realized too late that your distaste for her was not borne out of concern for him, but out of jealousy. You couldn’t tell him that after all this time, it took him falling in love with someone else to realize that he was the one you wanted.  So you just held his hand, resting your head against his shoulder as you told him about your day. Anything to get his mind off what happened, and yours off your thumping heart.

He couldn’t tell you. Not now. Not after what happened. It took realizing that she was already halfway into someone else’s arms to realize she was never the one for him. He realized too late that the reason why he felt uneasy when he kissed her was not due entirely to the affectionate display, but rather the thought of you in his mind. He couldn’t tell you now, not when he just let her go, that he was in love with you. What would you think? So he just held your hand, letting you lean your head on him, listening to you talk. Anything to get his mind off how much he wanted to kiss you. How big of a fool he was.

For a time, everything went back to normal. His ex-girlfriend applied for a transfer to a different base, following her new boyfriend. He fell once again into an easy friendship with you, the days blurring together.

You waited. Acting normal around him while your heart pounded in your chest whenever thoughts of him would float into your mind.

Days passed. Weeks passed. Months passed. Neither of you made a move. Both overthinking. Scared. Neither wanting to risk the friendship you had built over the years.

The day the dam broke could only be described as poetic. A wild clash between fate and cruel coincidence. Your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach as you walked back to base from tending to the horses. Your hands were slightly damp from the thorough wash you had given them, and you had been too focused on shaking them dry to look ahead. It wasn’t until you heard her voice that your entire body froze in horrible recognition. You looked up, breath shallow and heart hammering against your ribs as you once again took in the gut-wrenching sight of her running her pretty hands down Levi’s arm. He was leaning away from her, but even from where you were you could hear her offer.

“It’ll just be for tonight. What, Levi, a couple months and you don’t love me anymore?”

You saw red, but your body was fueled by green. Jealousy swirled in your belly as you picked up the pace, closing the gap between yourself and Levi. You missed your chance the last time, you were not going to let her take him away from you again.

You wish you could have seen her face, but in that moment, all you were focused on was him. Her hand was wrenched off his arm, and you put your body between them. Your hand met the short hairs of his undercut, the longer fringes tickling the back of your hand as you brought your lips together. Your breath mixed with his, your lips clumsy, inexperienced. As he kissed you back, recovering from the initial shock, you couldn’t help but hear the little voice of jealousy that once again sprung from your heart. Did he kiss her like this too?

Several heartbeats later, the two of you pulled apart, lips swollen, eyes unfocused, and you weren’t sure about Levi, but your legs were weak, knees shaking under your uniform. You somehow managed to turn and give the shocked girl a pointed stare, your arm still wrapped around his arm. But it was he who spoke.

“As you can see, I’m spoken for.”

[tickly-trashcan]

HanaNene or ObaMitsu for the valentines asks pls?? i WOULD say kataang bc im ALSO trash for them besides these 2 lovely couples but they dont celebrate bc of their universe- trrickytickle, formerly gigglebendingg

hrggg you give me a choice between HanaNene and ObaMitsu, Rico says yes. I couldn’t choose, they’re both so cute! this one didn’t specify non-tickling or tickling so i included a little bit in both ships, hope you don’t mind! also pspsps i love kataang as well, they were my first otp and i love them to bits. I’m putting the headcanons under the cut for this one since there’s two and I don’t want it to be too long! enjoy~!

Obanai and Mitsuri:

- Obanai always shows his love for Mitsuri in subtle ways, and Valentine’s day is no different

- He can be so subtle, in fact, that Mitsuri doesn’t even realize that he’s done something for her

- He’s shy, he can’t help it, but he also can’t help how much he loves her which is why he puts so much care into what he does for her

- He knows how much she loves sweets so he went to the best dessert place he could find and got her lots of dango and sakura mochi, her favorite sweets

- He also writes her a love poem, a long one that he spends a lot of time on

- When all of his preparations for her are ready he sets them up under a wisteria tree, specifically the wisteria tree that they met under

- He goes to get Mitsuri, covering her eyes as she giggles, gasping when Obanai reveals the beautiful array of treats underneath their special tree

- She hugs him so quickly that they both go tumbling down, Misturi ending up on top of Obanai as she kisses his cheeks over and over until Obanai is pushing her away, blushing madly

- “Why are you pushing me away?” “It’s embarrassing…”

- Mitsuri laughs, then gets a devious smirk on her lips “Not as embarrassing as… this!”

- She starts to tickle Obanai’s ribs as he immediately starts giggling beneath her, pushing gently at her hands so as not to hurt her

- She laughs with him as she reduces him to a blushing, giggling mess and finally lets up, kissing him once more, this time directly on his lips over his mask

- He covers his face in embarrassment and pushes Mitsuri off of him, Mitsuri laughing until he’s on top of her, pulling his mask down as he presses a soft kiss against her lips, this time flustering her

- “Iguro! That’s embarrassing!”

- He chuckles and gets off of her, putting his mask back up as he shuffles over to the picnic he has set up, where he watches her enjoy the food, both of them talking about this and that as she finishes, sitting next to each other with Mitsuri’s head on Obanai’s shoulder as they admire the wisteria

- Eventually night falls and the fireflies come out, and Mitsuri catches one, admiring it as Obanai leans over to watch as it flies out of her hands into the night sky

- He cups Mitsuri’s cheek and expresses how much he loves her once more as she giggles, leaning into his hand and pressing a kiss against the palm, saying she feels the same

- They spend the rest of the night there, admiring the fireflies that light up the wisteria in each other’s arms

Hanako and Yashiro:

- Their relationship is still very new by Valentine’s day, and they’re quite flustered as they try to make plans

- Yashiro remembers the last time she gave veggies to her crush in an attempt to woo him and has sworn to never do it again

- So instead, she’s been working on growing some flowers at home, specifically so Hanako can’t see

- She’s also made him a card, a heart shaped one with glued on lace and a sweet message inside that makes her blush knowing that Hanako is going to read it

- Meanwhile, Hanako’s completely flustered on what to do

- He has limited resources since he’s stuck at the school and he hasn’t experienced Valentine’s day in years, especially with someone

- He goes to Kou, and practically throws himself on him, whining and asking for advice

- After Kou pushes him off he explains that Yashiro is the type of girl who’ll look forward to Valentine’s day more than her own birthday and that Hanako should take that into account when planning for her

- He thinks as hard as he can and finally comes up with an idea

- They meet up in the bathroom, Yashiro blushing with her small bouquet of flowers and her card behind her back as she looks at Hanako expectantly

- Hanako grins and pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to Yashiro

- At first she thinks it’s a heartfelt poem, or a love letter, and is surprised when instead it reads “Get out of jail free card! No cleaning the bathroom for one week! Love, Hanako”

- Yashiro shows no expression as she reads it, and she quickly sets it on the ground along with her gifts for Hanako

- “Are those for me?!” He exclaims, floating over to see before Yashiro tackles him to the ground, her hands immediately digging into his sides as he shrieks with laughter

- “That’s not a Valentine’s gift! If you were gonna do coupons do the ones that are actually cute!” She says, scribbling her fingers all over Hanako’s tummy as he flails around, cackling loudly

- She finally lets up and sighs, dusting herself off as she puts her hands on her hips, staring at the panting Hanako as she lectures him in proper gift giving

- He apologizes, saying it’s his first Valentine’s with someone he loves, and they both immediately freeze because Hanako said the L word

- Yashiro blushes and Hanako blushes and they both cover their faces before Yashiro finally grabs her gifts and practically throws them at Hanako

- He puts them to the side as Yashiro’s still covering her face and pulls her hands away, kissing her softly on the lips

- She freezes, but melts into it, and they kiss for a few moments before Hanako finally pulls away, chuckling

- “That was our first real kiss I think,” And Yashiro nods, completely speechless

- He opens her gifts and gives her a hug, and even though their faces are red and hot, they still hold each other in an embrace, and will likely stay that way for a while

[callaxe]

hi im sorry for the long post i've been thinking about kiribaku platonic bromance

my fave headcanon ever is that (dismissing katsu's canon cute ugly ass hyena giggles) is that his genuine laugh is.. so fucking loud and contagious

like. like people who actually go 'AAHAHHHAHAHAH' and it sounds so warm??? DOES THAT MAKE SENSE???

his friends hear him laugh once to some stupid joke and they all end up giggling

so like

he and kiri, best buds, as you do, have their own stupid inside jokes and literally no one gets them even with context

like one day kiri in class goes 'toilet seat so hot with soup' and katsuki crumbles to the ground choking and laughing so hard he starts screaming bc his ribs hurt

kiri's ofc, wheezing along

like they'll be joking around and laughing during lunch, literally out of breath and katsuki's obviously trying to add something but his face is way too red and he keeps giggling like his life depends on it

he manages to get one single word out and kiri nearly dents the table from slapping it too hard and his stomach is cramping from laughing so much

JUST GOOD VIBES YANNO?

and one night when katsuki woke up from a particularly bad nightmare kiri brought him downstairs and played swing dance tutorials on his phone till 4am and they only stopped once they could actually dance correctly

on the days that kirishima feels bad about his hair/his roots, katsuki will steal a flashy leopard print headband from mina or use his hero mask to push his hair back so kiri doesn't feel.. as alone? homeboy's trying, and kiri appreciates it

and he knows that kiri misses his family lots and gets p home sick bc ua doesn't leave much time to visit anyone, so katsuki lets kiri be extra touchy with him and tries his best to initiate it too- walking arnd town and katsuki gets needy so he pulls at kiri's hair until he lets him sit on his shoulders, or when they're just standing in gym class waiting for instructions katsuki will lean an arm against him

he goes with kiri to the store for hair dye and helps him dye it, in the afternoon they'll be sitting in the common room and kiri fell asleep his head on katsuki's lap, who was playing with his hair and making it his personal mission to turn it into the ugliest, most tangled bird's nest ever bc he's still a brat

days where trauma isn't so kind to him, katsuki gets dragged in the middle of the common room or a hallway and kiri forces him to salsa dance together, even if shark boy's kind of carrying (most of) his dead weight, practically half asleep dozing off on his shoulder and kiri wakes him up again by spinning him

okokoakot

take kami and kiri's bro dynamic and apply it to them here

kiri calls everyone bro, its natural but when he n katsuki gets closer, kiri goes "my bro my dearest bro" n "my loveliest of bros... my best bro" and katsuki's "???"

until he just goes with it bc kiri refuses to let up and elaborate

it gets to the point where kiri will be laying on mina's floor whining about how his buddy left him behind, travelling the world by himself

"ei, bakugou's intership isn't even an hour away from here"

"WHAT MATTERS MOST IS THAT MY BRO'S NOT WITH ME RIGHT NOW, MINA"

they reunite, katsuki's not even halfway through the door before kiri tackles him to the ground

just fuckin

glomps him

kiri: MY BRO!!!! OH HOW I'VE MISSED YOU

katsuki: hello brother

kiri: ...what happened

katsuki: i am a changed man

OK SO WAIT. GOING BACK TO SALSA DANCING

in common room

the times where katsuki is actually awake and has a brink of energy, he and kiri will fight over who gets to lead the dance

while. dancing

there was no discussion or hint beforehand

so it's just a mess of pulling at each other's arms, knocking their shins into tables and chairs, tripping over each other's feet and crashing to the floor and getting bruised all over because they're dumb

they start singing some festive spanish song sero taught them with the grace and voice of a pair of war grizzled drunkies, cackling and laughing and their voices crack at every verse

second year kiri pulls a stupid stunt and ends up in the hospital bc he like, nearly actually died

katsuki isn't even that worried, he's the one who dared the guy to jump off tokyo tower and try to land in the pool of the hotel beside it (they underestimated the distance, kiri landed in the fucking street)

he's on his phone in the waiting room with mina and kami nervously fidgeting

kami looks at him and goes "do you not feel bad? it's kind of your fault that he jumped in the first place"

katsuki doesn't even look at him, "my main bro's fucking dead, i'm more concerned with finding a replacement right now"

while they wait for kiri to get out of surgery, katsuki writes up an application form for broship and puts it on twitter; sero replies and they "hook up"

when kiri wakes up, mina and kami are fretting over him and sero finally arrived, but he shrugs them off and immediately goes for katsuki's throat

"so what am i, your side bro now?!"

"sorry you had to find out this way" katsuki is leaning back against sero

kiri is heart-broken, "i thought we had a bond, you and i!"

"...i was gonna show up to your funeral?"

"were you not planning ON GOING BEFORE?"

when they get back to the dorms kiri gives him the cold shoulder for a week before he comes back crawling to katsuki

(by then, he and sero "broke up")

but don't be fooled,

this tokyo tower dumbassery somehow brought them even closer

somehow

don't ask

kiri is the first person katsuki says "trans" to

katsuki is the first person kiri says "gay" to

of COURSE they cuddle, once katsuki warms up to him and his over affectionate touchy-feely bullshit, kiri just loves picking up his bro and carrying him anywhere

swaddling him into a blanket burrito and knocking him off the couch

hiding under his arm during a class horror movie night

sharing a bed when katsuki can't handle being alone in his room at night

viciously criticizing and tearing down the atla movie and being pressed together because there's barely any room, playing a game of footsie bc their legs are tangled to hell and back but the game turns dangerous

(also when they learn that katsuki can, in fact, make explosions from his fucking feet, kiri has a nice scar on his calf that oddly looks like half of a foot and 3 toes seared into his flesh)

(yes, he's bitter)

turns out, katsuki can aslo be a soft affectionate touchy-feely bullshitting asshole when he wants to be, but these days it's mostly out of spite

when the squad starts calling him dad (with the exception of kiri), katsuki goes over and pats everyone's heads when he wants to, and also because he enjoys seeing them freak out by the blatant display of affection

he does little things like letting mina and kami cozy up to him during movie nights or when they go out in town during winter, and lets sero peer over his shoulder to look at what he's cooking and rub his head between katsuki's shoulderblades like a damn cat before walking away like nothing happened

katsuki's used to it, the rest of the class is mystified

one day, common room again, bksquad is playing mario kart vs the izucrew, katsuki's sitting on the couch with kiri on the floor between his legs, letting his hair be played with and braided

then he stands up and announces he's going to bed, out of habit (when did this become a habit, the class thinks) katsuki reaches up and drags kiri's face down so he can.. kiss the top of his head? kiri just smiles and calls out a goodnight and leaves as if, nothing happened

mina asks "what was THAT"

katsuki just settles back down, opens his phone and stares her straight in the eyes "homies kiss each other goodnight if they're not a coward"

that's it that's the post i'll be back with more

[leverage-ot3]

notable moments from The Lonely Hearts Job

look at nate and eliot being all domestic reading in the pub

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eliot will literally use ANYTHING as a weapon,,, last ep he used an umbrella, this time he used the fucking book he was reading

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eliot grabbing the guy’s arm as soon as it got anywhere near nate

im soft eliot wants to protect his family at all costs

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*guy starts crying*

nate and eliot, visibly distressed: sOpHIE

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Sophie: You don’t have a romantic bone in your body.

(Eliot walks up, laughing)

Sophie: Oh.

Nate: Oh, really?

Sophie: And you’re one to laugh. You don’t even bother to learn their names. They’re just waitress, nurse, stewardess.

Eliot: First of all, it’s flight attendant, all right? They don’t like being called stewardess. And, second, I know their names

okay but I love eliot so much for a NUMBER™ of reasons but one of the things I love about him is that he goes completely against the toxic masculinity trope

he cooks, he likes things clean, but in this scene, it’s yet again established that he listens to and cares about his lovers even if it’s just a one night stand

he doesn’t disregard them, he doesn’t ever disrespect them

eliot spencer drinks respect women juice and I stan him SO HARD for that

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Parker (walks in): You guys having a three-way?

Sophie: What?

Nate: What?

Parker: Three-way fight

she’s trying her best, your honor

also I LOVE how nobody looked disgusted or outraged by her question,,, like the concept of a three way (or three person relationship *wink wink*) is not scandalous or frowned upon by them

especially since the ot3 becomes canon later, idk this was a nice little tidbit that just supported the idea that none of the members of the team had anything against non mainstream relationships and I love that

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Parker: Let’s go steal a sweetheart. (looks at Eliot) No? A widow.

Eliot: Unh-unh.

Parker: No? Spider?

(Parker and Eliot smile at each other)

Parker: Spider

they’re pure, your honor

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Parker (taking pictures with her cell phone) : No matches on Hardison’s software yet. (sees jewelry on an older woman and takes picture) Ooh. Sparkly.

Nate: Parker, no burgling.

Parker: But these jewels, they’re just asking to be taken.

she’s so cute- she deserves all the shiny things

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San Gui: Then let’s meet Austin, Texas, native Jackson Cooper!

Eliot (to Hardison): Austin, Texas? Did you write that? (walks forward)

hardison is a troll

San Gui: All right. Now, not only is Jackson the founder of Baren Oil, he also led the underwater team that capped the well in the Gulf. (crowd oohs) Oh, yes.

(Eliot glances back at Hardison)

TROLL

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San Gui: That’s right, ladies. Let’s give it up for our last eligible bachelor, Mr. Steven Melching. Come on, Steven. Steven comes to us straight from his compound in Silicon Valley.

Parker: Whoa, whoa, whoa!

parker specifically cheering for hardison gave me serotonin

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parker punching hardison’s date in the face and then HOLDING HER BACK BY PUTTING HER HAND ON HER FACE BC SHES SO MUCH TALLER LMAO

+ parker looked so proud of herself as she was carried out by security she’s baby

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parker setting up the con board (idk what to call it) and nate bringing her in on the plans

MASTERMIND IN TRAINING

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sophie in that dress could punch me in the face and I’d thank her

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Hardison: Oh, sure, right. Speaking of which, did you ever find that steak place?

Eliot: The bet’s off.

Hardison: What you mean the bet’s off?

Eliot: The second that we found out they were grifters, the bet’s off.

Hardison: That doesn’t count. You didn’t set --

Eliot: Page 189, rule number 7 in the bro handbook.

Hardison: What? There wasn’t no rules. You didn’t set any rules.

Eliot: The bet is off in a situation where --

Hardison: I’ll be damned if it’s off.

Eliot: All right, then! I’ll make you some prime rib when this is over.

Hardison: Bone in, well-done?

Eliot: Well-done, bone in

they’re both idiots I love them

also they both smiled and chuckled after agreeing on the ribs bc they may fight but it’s not real and they actually love each other

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Eliot, looking resigned: Do you want me to teach you about the wines again?

Hardison: That’s just hurtful. Just -- just making assumptions and presumptions that I don’t know what I’m -- Yes, I need you to teach me about the wines again, yes.

the fact that they’ve had this conversation BEFORE lmao

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the parker being an absolute RECKLESS driver saga continues

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Sophie: True love does exist.

Eliot (raises bottle for a toast): May it always prevail

eliot is the biggest fucking softie and no I will not change my mind

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bruh I’m C R Y I N G

eliot cares SO MUCH about his family

he bought gifts for parker and sophie so that they’d be happy, but also it would help their relationships with hardison and nate

he knew parker would like a plant that “does something” (see s1 when parker said she got a plant and asked hardison “what does it do”)

he got sophie her favorite flowers

and was SELFLESS and took none of the credit

he just walked away and smiled

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also you cannot convince me that he’s not still thinking about parker and hardison ,,, last episode we had the interaction between him and eliot and the whole “that would mean that I’d be thinking about you and parker, which I never do!” debacle

he thinks about them. all the time. just, until that last episode, he never really realized just how much or what it might have meant

and now, here he is, not too long after, working a con where the team is knee-deep in romance

and eliot thrives

he knew what to get sophie. he definitely knew what to get parker. because he listens, he cares. he doesn’t let the little details slide.

when he picks out the fly trap for parker, he smiles to himself because he knows she will like it and it’ll make her happy. and that will make hardison happy.

eliot doesn’t ask for much. he doesn’t think he deserves half of the wonderful life he’s built with his team.

he won’t let himself be happy in the way the couples can, and would never even dream of being with parker and hardison for real, but he can make them happy. and for him, that is enough.

[anonymous0writer]

The Words We Never Said II Sarah Cameron

Author: @anonymous0writer

Warnings: Sarah’s death?? ANGST

Summary: You’ve always been in love with your best friend, Sarah Cameron. But you’ve kept your feeling close to your heart as you watched her fall in love with other boys. And dealing with the loss of the girl after she ran off with the John B. is not easy. Especially when a realization comes to light.

Pairings: RafexReader KelcexReader SarahxReader but they all are platonic :)

A/N: Big shout out to my girl Jackie @calumbroutledge bc her fic gave me inspiration and whoo-wee I haven’t written in a long time. Anyways, here ya go.

also if this is bad IM SO SORRY

Tags so this doesn’t flop: @jayjaymaebank​ @decap-quadrant​ @starkeystyles​ @thelocalpogue​ @socialwriter​

The picture. The damn picture had your heart tumbling out of its carefully placed pieces and breaking apart once again. Because of the picture.

The portrait. Of her in her shining glory and brightly smile. A gasp ripped from your chapped lips, a tell tale sing you were about to fall to your knees. Gasping, you tried to tear your gaze away but you couldn’t. It was painful to look, but looking away made your heart ache, reminding you of the empty place in the cavity of your chest. A ragged breath filled and emptied your chest.

You gazed at her, taking the stinging time to memorize her features. You studied the sweep of her blonde hair, the edges curling slightly from the salty air. The soft curve of her full, shiny lips as they broke into a smile. One she flashed to strangers on the street and gave whenever your days were plagued with your darker thoughts. You admired her eyes, crinkled at the edges from her broad grin, glimmering with joy and something else you couldn’t quite place. The emotion was tucked away, expertly hidden, but you, of course, could pick it out. Your shoulders sagged as you stared hard into her painted eyes, trying not to cry. The familiar glint of her wasn’t there. Because it wasn’t a live photo. It was a painting, a smear of mixed paints and colors to create a replica of the real thing. But Sarah was too bright to ever be captured on a canvas. Her light too great to ever be tamed.

Without realizing it, a sob tumbled out of your throat, weak and broken. But with it came a scream. A scream of desperation and hollowness of a lost one forever torn. your lips dropped and your throat burned but you released your feelings through your vocal chords. Your scream died to a broken gasping, but tears swam down your cheeks in little rivers. Another wave, another memory stabbed at you, making your knees go weak and another cry erupting from your lips. You stumbled backward, unable to hold yourself up, sorrow tugging you down.

Footsteps shuffled behind you quickly, and arms scooped beneath your armpits as you hit the floor. the strong arms pulled your back to their chest, keeping you from freaking out further. You couldn’t stop it now. The cries of grief falling from your lips in an unending spill of emotions. You sobbed, unable to see in front of you. In your haze of sorrow, you flailed, hands flying and feet trying to find purchase on marble floor. A grunt escaped the boy before you, but he tugged you closer, trying to keep you under control. Lord knows what this weight of grief would make you do. Your nails gripped his broad arms tightly, digging half moons into his flesh, but he did not stop holding you.

You gave up, too weak to continue your fight. You collapsed in his arms, sobs racking your delicate body. Your head dropped to his chest, his warmth radiating from all points of connection. You gripped his shirt, hands balling into the fabric. His large hands came up to rest tentatively on your back, trying desperately to soothe your aching heart and grieving mind. Your crying created a heart breaking symphony in the foyer of the Cameron house. You shook violently as you broke your connection to the boy holding you to see who it was. Looking up through your wet lashes, you found the saddened face of Kelce looking down at you. Your eyes met, your red rimmed ones meeting his dark orbs. Your hiccups stopped abruptly, and you sniffed, eyes going wide. His dark eyes were like Sarah’s. His face was in the slant of light coming through the windows, turning the golden auburn color you were so familiar with.

A scream ripped from your throat, and your feet fought for purchase once again, arms pinwheeling as you scrambled backwards. Her eyes- his eyes- hurt more than you could fathom. The memories came flooding back like a broken dam, the pain of it dragging across your skin like barbed wire. You hurried away and quickly you back hit a wall. Your eyes were wide and brimming with tears of hurt as you stared at your friend. Tears soon blurred your vision again, sending everything into a frenzy and your heart racing and slamming against your ribs. You were hyperventilating by this point, hands shaking uncontrollably and cries filling the foyer once again.

Kelce stared at you with dismay, his own heart cracking at sight of your broken figure, slumped and hyperventilating, tears streaming down your red cheeks. The memory of your nails still hovered over his skin, and the ghost of your form shaking in his hold scared him. He hated seeing you this way, so broken and irreversibly sad. He craved to calm you down, help you, but he knew he couldn’t near you without you bursting into hysterics again. Kelce swallowed the lump in his throat and called for the one person he knew would help you. Rafe.

“Rafe!” he called desperately, voice breaking at the end of his call. He was careful not to make any sudden movements, but he wanted to hold you close and tell you it was gonna be alright. You were the happy go lucky girl. The excellent surfer and strongest person he knew. And to see you- his friend- to be such a bright light dimmed, made his heart hurt.

The eldest Cameron came into the room, blue eyes finally landing on you. You buried your face in your hands, trying to wipe away the tears that kept on coming. A broken sob met Rafe’s ears as he knelt before you, his voice soft and coaxing.

“Hey,” he murmured, needing you to look at him and calm down. His voice was as soft as someone who understood could be. He knew the feeling that would linger behind your heart like a nasty shadow. It was already on his heart, him finding closure much quicker than you. For you, it was like a fresh, gaping wound, each time your eyes or thoughts wandered to something relating to Sarah cutting it open all over again. “Y/N.” he said more forcibly, a slight beg raising his voice. “Look at me, okay?”

You looked up as soon as his large hands rested on your arms, the warmth of them sending shock waves through your chilled body. You met Rafe’s blue eyes and caught your breath. In them you found the sea, and the peace you needed to still your racing heart. You hiccuped, mouth tugging into a grief ridden frown.

“I know.” The boy whispered, voice just loud enough to travel to your ears. “But it’s alright. You-“

“How?”

Your voice cut through the shocked silence of the room, coming out choked and hoarse. Rafe’s eyes flickered over your face, taking in the puffy, red eyes, the tear stained cheeks, the trembling lips. He swallowed. He knew how much his sister meant to you and visa versa.

What he didn’t know was how you were in love with her. Stricken dead by her beauty and golden soaked skin, shining eyes and breathtaking smile. But you’d fallen in love when you learned her. Learned the way she spoke about her family, mouth tilting up and her eyes shrinking as she smiled. Learned the way her hand fit perfectly into yours when she dragged you to places or just grabbed it for support. You learned the way she laughed when she found something really funny, mouth wide open, full, hearty laughs filling the space. You learned the way her presence brighten a room, just the whisper of her brought everyone’s mood up. You learned the way she whispered her secrets to you, voice low and almost raspy as she giggled and confided in you in the dark of her room. You learned the way she breathed when she was sleeping, on her side and facing you and she snuggled closer when you slept over. You fell in love with Sarah Cameron as soon as you learned her being. And you fell only deeper as she grabbed a hold of you and submerged you into her life, making yours such a vibrant one. You knew here reputation with people. How she grew close and reeled them in and then let them loose once they got a little too close. And maybe that’s the reason why you thought she felt the same. Because she kept you. But once enough saw her mouth against the pogues that worked on her father boat, you knew you were wrong. And when she ran away and disappeared in the churning waves of the ocean with him, you knew she never ever felt the same way. You were just another sister. Someone you almost had to love. Another wheezie. Perhaps she meant to let you go but the waves took her before that happened.

You choked on your grief but continued. “How is this alright?” your voice quirked up, riddled with pain. “How is Sarah begin gone okay? How is any of this okay?!” you hollered, as loud as you could without breaking down.

You watched the blue eyed boy before you flinch away from you words. Both of you knew they were spoken out of grief, but they hurt nonetheless. The waterworks started, and you cried harder because of it. You hated the way you broke so easily. Broke down and cried like it was the easiest thing in the world. Cried like you were weak. You knew it was wrong for you thoughts to twist this way, but the only person who could change them was crushed and lost to the Atlantic ocean.

Rafe’s throat bobbed and his hands moved from your shoulders. You quickly swallowed the rising scream, and tried to regain control over yourself.

“She’s gone!” you sobbed as Rafe enveloped you in a hug. His warmth spread through you, trying to soothe you. You broke down against Rafe’s chest, crying and sobbing. You kept repeated the words ‘she’s gone’ into the soft material. Anger rose in your blood, painting your eyelids red. It built up, rage at the world - for taking Sarah away from you. In fit, you slammed your fist against Rafe’s chest.

“She’s gone! Sarah’s gone, Rafe!” your voice was raw and begging. Begging him to take away your hurt in any way he could.

“I know- trust me. I know.” he whispered, his nose flaring as he tried not to join you in crying. You gave up trying to be strong and collapsed against the boy.

You stayed like that, on the floor and crying. You had wrapped your arms under his arms and gripped him tightly as Rafe held you back with the same intensity. As if you held each other tight enough, you wouldn’t fall apart, and you’d be ok. Your sobs quieted, and you sniffled harshly, burying your face in the crook of the boys neck. 

You almost wanted to laugh. It was always the Cameron’s hold you together, wasn’t it?

Without trying, your eyes traveled to find the portrait. Hung delicately on the wall, resting softly as it displayed the occupant of the house proudly. And indeed, she was beautiful. But that’s not what caught your attention. It was the glint in her dark eyes. The usual joy in her eyes was there, but that hidden emotion. You finally realized what it was. Love. Pure love, consuming and overwhelming.

And then it hit you. Sarah wasn’t looking at the painter. 

She had been looking at you.

[ticklishpeter]

𝐭𝐮𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬:

STRAP IN EVERYONE THIS IS A BUMPY RIDE

ok first of all :: here’s my ranking from least to most ticklish (and yes im including lila fuck off): allison, luther, ben, klaus, lila, vanya, five, diego!!!! like theyre all hella ticklish, don’t get me wrong, but khjdfs this is like based on how many spots they have tbh

a whole fckin novel under the cut tbh jhkgfsd

allison’s worst and perhaps only spot is her armpits???? she’s real giggly and v free and open about it!!!! squeals galore m8

luther’s legs??? like his whole legs?? and his feet. and like his neck but only lowkey;;; basically everything that wasn’t effected by the serum

well  um… ben’s dead. but he’s about as ticklish and squeaky as a dead boy could be!! he tries to keep his laughter silent bc he’s embarrassed about it 🥺 his tummy’s sensitive as heck but they all have to be real careful just in case they end up summoning something on accident hfwkjs, and his feet are also HELLA ticklish ok

so yeah, klaus’ hips being the WORST is a big sorta community-wide headcanon and i’m so super on board, but also his ribs?? especially the backs of them / his shoulder blades?? and his palms tbh?? he’s screamin 

lila’s ribs and inner thighs are like,, hyper sensitive?? but also her butt and tops of her feet? kjsdygh don’t ask me why. she’s also a big squealer and would definitely punch u successfully if u tease her about it ok she’s baby

another baby: vanya 🥺🥺🥺 another rly popular headcanon is that she gigglesqueaks at the slightest touch on her neck/under her chin/around her ears kfjhdgb and i absolutely love it but she also is so squirmy when she gets tickled basically everywhere ,, but only soft tickles bc hard ones overwhelm her lowkey

FIVE’S KNEES OKAY im ON THE BANDWAGON. scribbles or squeezes on or around his knees make him SCREAM BLOODY MURDER and he covers his face almost always bc one time klaus took a picture of his scrunched up red laughing face and he just,,, damn he really wishes he wasn’t in his 13 y/o body bc how ticklish he is just makes him feel like such a baby and he hates it. hiS ribs and armpits are also so so bad. also he’s a kicker for SURE

and diego… wowowow diego. ticklish evERYWHERE ok but he’s also the type to be like squealing and giggling “i’m not! i’m not!!!!” when someone teases him asking if he’s ticklish. he’s a VIOLENT THRASHER and even tho, again he’s ticklish everywhere, get his tummy or his sides??? ur DONE bro he loses his strength but just throws himself around and snorts a TON. he’s also super easily brought to tears and hiccupy cackles (honest to god i could do a whole post about lee!diego i love him so much)

diego's laughter is mostly silent but like you'll hear the occasional squeak or hiccup, which makes him cover his face bc embarrassment and tough boys don't squeak. bouncy shoulders and just trEMBLING w laughter uwu

luther honestly only lets allison tickle him sans revenge kjhdfs any other siblings that try?? theyre gettin grabbed and wrecked ok. but w allison, he just kinda giggles and really gently tries to squirm away uwu

lila’s teases, towards diego especially, are BRUTAL “aww what’s the matter, knife boy? is someone’s tummy a wittle tickwish?” and um,,, while he’s like trying not to break, she gets up real close to his face and gives him this fucking DEADLY teasy grin before wrecking him with pokes. all that combined makes him sNORT n break which lila laughs at and makes him blush even more kwfhjds

fivey uses his teleportation to his advantage,, he’ll sneak up on his siblings, squeeze their sides, and blink away in like seconds so he’s hard to catch,  and he’s so COCKY about it all ,, unless he’s being tickled of course, he gets totally powerless

vanya didnt get like any tickles up until like,,,, maybe just this last season lmao but she would always notice the kids having tickle fights or grace giving them lil cheer up pokes so i have in my mind that sissy was the first to tickle her (sissy prob just touched her neck a little too soft and vanya just melted)

and now the ones who tickle vanya the most are deFINITELY allison and klaus

five turns into a fish outta water when his knees are squeezed lmao (aj reference not intended),,, but i just picture his WHOLE body fucking FLAILING and him just kicking like a kid having a tantrum

diego and five both curse up STORMS and hurl HELLA death threats when theyre tickled like,,, anywhere.  perhaps bc they always insist theyre not ticklish lmao and so they gotta keep that big boy facade goin somehow (but yk it’s hard when ur a giggle puddle)!!!!

i can just hear them both cackling and squeaking before “YOU FUCKING BASTAHAHAHHHJKSDBDR” and klaus being all teasy n shit like “i dont think i caught that, i’m fucking who now??”

which ofc brings me to my headcanon that klaus, along with allison, are the biggest lers of the family tbh (which is wild bc klaus is my fav and usually with my favs i’m like ✨ur a lee✨ but idk man) tHEY’RE BOTH JUST SO TEASY

let’s face it tbh allison’s basically the mom of the group so she’s def the one that’s giving them tickles if she can tell theyre upset but also so frickin mean in a tickle fight ksdgjy

and i know klaus would just be ruthless as a ler,, and he finds tickles fun and almost relaxing in a way (except for his hips; that’s a death wish) which ofc is no fun for his siblings who wanna torture him hwkjsfg

klaus usually wins tickle fights if theyre one on one??? unless it’s against ben,, which sucks bc he’s the only one who could even wreck ben so to lose to a ghost? humiliating kshdjg,  ben can tickle ppl while he’s possessing them by just tickling the body he’s in lmao so yeah he gets klaus a LOT

but as of late, klaus will give ben a few pokes and tickles just to hear his noises bc theyre just,, SO FUNNY to him  which usually results in a slap in the face and hella revenger from benjamin LOL

some of them have little things they just repeat when theyre getting tickled and laughing so hard like,,,  diego just strainingly goes “nonononono,” lila squeals “shitshitshitshit,” five just grunts expletive after expletive: “fuckingshitihateyoufuckfuck,” and vanya honestly kinda sounds like “sksksksks” bc she starts saying stop but she doesn’t want it to stop so she’s stops herself kdufsjh

you'd think that luther would be able to get away from tickles super easily but all of his strength is just LOST like immediately ,,, and when it's not, he doesn't want to hurt anyone so he just takes it and rolls around so tickle fights have been pretty comical lmao

highkey tho tickle fights between diego and lila are actually like really tough matches??? like there's never really a clear winner bc theyre both just so stubborn and ticklish and would never admit defeat

ray tickled allison ALL the time bro like the precious couple they always were meant to be and ray always took so much pride in the fact that he wasn’t ticklish at all lmaoooo

baby talk teases frickin DESTROY fivey tbh they annoy him so much but they just make him all the more giggly

ok those are all my general ones that came to me right just now at 9:47pm on august 9 2020 lmao

[captainjimothycarter]

Prompt: okay so Peggy is de-aged and Steve finds out but he’s far away undercover. Like worst timing ever so she gets on the phone and he races to her—big heartfelt reunion and everyone is there to witness and it’s beautiful, but don’t forget the snark. Maybe avengers didn’t really believe that their relationship was so pure 😱😭😭😭♥️

Oh my god so i am on sleepy pain meds bc i hurt my back and this might be the worst thing i’ve ever done.

--

Everything about this was hushed-hushed, no one was to know. Of course, naturally at Shield that meant everyone knew but the intended people. That meant when Peggy found herself waking up to a body that was only in distant memory, Steve was nowhere to be found. It didn’t take much prodding from a Doctor Banner and or Jemma Simmons to get an answer as to where exactly he was.

Over 400,000 miles away. Undercover. On some vital information that is meant to save their asses in some case or another.

Peggy was not a patient woman, even if Banner and Simmons kept her busy with all these tests. Even if they were the most patient people in the world when it came to Peggy suddenly getting her old body back and being right as rain. She understood the need for tests to see if she ran in tip-top shape and wasn’t going to deteriorate but what she really wanted was to call Steve.

How could no one see what was important to her?

Well, maybe some people did.

The lab was empty as Jemma brought her in for another round of testing, her face stoic as she brought her into a new room with just a table and a phone. She pressed a finger to her lip and motioned that she had one call to make and a timer on the clock said she had a few set minutes. 

“Thank you,” she breathed to her, pulling Jemma into a tight hug. She had to be mindful of her strength now, given the serum.

“I know how it feels to be separated from your life partner, even if this case it’s just miles.” The look in her eyes told a story that Peggy wanted to dissect. Later, she told herself. “Banner and I will keep people ready but if you hear us bang on the door, drop the call.”

That’s all Peggy needed.

She found herself clinging to the simple block of a phone that was meant for satellite calls, listening to the breaking dial tone. Then the click. The heavy breathing. The slight pain in his breath, like he was reminding himself to breathe.

“Fury? Coulson? What-what is it? We’re sorta busy - there’s…”

Oh, his voice. That beautiful tone. Even if the break in it made her worry about the pain he was in.

“Hello? Is anyone there? Oh, fuck. Sam, duck!”

She could hear crashing, a pause, then laughter from Steve that made her eyes sting and her heart soar.

“Steve,” she breathed, feeling the tears roll down her cheeks. She didn’t bother to wipe them off.

“Peggy?” He sounded about as shocked as she did. “Peggy is that you? Where...how…?”

“It’s a long story,” she laughed. “De-aged thanks to your blood samples, a project I did not approve of but I am glad they did it anyway.” She flinched at a loud screech and clung to the phone. “Steve? Steve! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, doll. I’m okay.” He sighed over the phone, hearing his own aggression. “I’ll be right there. Don’t leave HQ. Sam, we gotta go!” 

“Be careful and…” She clung to the phone like it was her lifeline. “Don’t you dare fly a plane, Rogers. I mean it.”

“I love you too.” 

Even over the phone, she could hear that trademark smirk as the line died on them just in time for Jemma to open the door.

--

“So the rumors are true?” Jemma asked her when they weren’t exactly alone an hour later. She stood beside Peggy as the new patient was jogging lightly on the treadmill. Banner was on the other side of the room, doing something on the computer. 

Steve had just been confirmed to be coming back in-land and it would take a few hours. There was another agent or two here, someone by the name of Bobbi, working beside Jemma and adjusting the monitor to Jemma’s height. Someone named Fitz was with Banner and given Jemma’s heart eyes on him, she could guess that was her life partner. 

“I suppose we’re no longer at our war nor am I officially his liason, so yes,” Peggy mused, slowing the speed down to a small trot. “Steve and I were...together.”

“I thought that was only for the history books?” Banner mused, looking over his shoulder at her. “Y’know, the hero gets the girl sorta thing.”

“He didn’t get me,” Peggy scoffed, rolling her eyes. “It’s complicated.”

“I think those two know a thing or two about complicated,” Bobbi mused, her head bobbing towards Fitz and Jemma. She looked downright amused. “As do I.” 

“It…” Peggy sighed as she hit the stop button much to Jemma’s frowning. “Simmons, I’ve been at this all morning. I am fine. Anyway...Steve and I were in a relationship before…” Her throat tightened just at the thought alone. Before...he sacrificed himself for the greater good and took a piece of her with him.

“Miss Carter,” Fitz suddenly spoke, seeing the look on Peggy’s face. He shared a look with Jemma, rolling his stool over to her. “Why don’t we go for a stroll in the garden, hm? I take it you had some personal touches in the plants there? Jemma and Dr. Banner can run the analysis on your tests before they treat you like another dancing monkey.”

“I’d like that,” Peggy sighed, pulling her hair off of her neck in an attempt to cool down.

--

Turns out, it wasn’t just Banner who doubted her relationship. Tony did too. Even Fury. Everything seemed to relate to the history books of a picture-perfect tale of them together just for Steve to lose her. 

The only people who seemed to understand were those working under Coulson. Even Phil Coulson seemed to understand their relationship to a degree. Though, Fitz and Jemma seemed to understand on a personal level and their young love...it made Peggy’s heart swell. 

By the time she got the notification Steve’s plane was in the area, Peggy was freshly showered and being lead up to the docks by Jemma, Fitz, and Bobbi. Suddenly the people part of Steve’s team had other things to do.

She could barely sit still as the plane landed and the ramp was lowered. Steve was not the first one-off. The first one-off, basically running off before the ramp was fully lowered was a tall, muscular, yet slender blonde with purple hearing aids. She watched him throw himself to Bobbi, knocking them both to the ground. Who she could only assume was Sam was next, the man giving her a trademark wink that reminded her of Gabe Jones, before hugging FitzSimmons to his chest and helping Bobbi up.

Steve did not get off and she feared the worst. 

“He fell asleep behind the wheel,” Sam whispered to her, patting her shoulder. “Told ‘im not to pilot but he said they’d get there faster.”

“The bastard,” Peggy sighed. “Never bothers to listen to a thing I say.” 

Ignoring the reunions around him, she jogged inside and passed the small cots and a few labeled containers that Fitz was carefully grabbing. She found Steve as Sam had promised. Behind the controls, head tucked into his chest. The few stray hairs falling onto his forehead, chin rising with every breath he took. 

He was breathtaking and Peggy’s eyes brimmed with tears. She dropped to her knees beside him, hearing Jemma pause as she looked over to make sure their prized science experiment didn’t just die on them. 

“Oh, darling,” Peggy breathed, her red painted nails [habits died hard] reached out to touch his cheek, stroking the soft stubble. Her hand moved to push his hair out of his face and smiled at how a lock fell right back. “Working yourself to the bone again. Don’t you know when to rest?”

“He does not,” Clint mused, crossing his arms and leaning into the entranceway. “I think you know that by now.”

“And I know you follow suit and are avoiding medical,” Bobbi pointed out, wrapping an arm around her boyfriend’s waist. “Come on. Before Hunter and Bucky see you like this, you idiot. Did you break another rib?”

Peggy ignored them as they left, leaning up to gently press a tender kiss to Steve’s lips. She was met with a flutter of baby blue eyes that brought her back to the first time she saw them. A scrawny Brooklyn Native covered in red dust and in a helmet far too big for him. He smiled against her lips, eyes still hazy with sleep.

“Are you an angel?” he whispered, pressing their foreheads together but making no other moves. She was sure he stopped breathing.

The question made Peggy laugh. “No, darling, no. I don’t think that statement has worked on anyone.”

“Damn.” He rubbed at his eyes and yawned, having enough courtesy to turn his head before he wrestled Peggy into his arms. He couldn’t care about their little crowd. He needed her. Hastily kissing her lips like he needed to breathe.

“You two are disgusting,” a voice snorted from the entranceway. 

Peggy didn’t even need to look up to know Steve had thrown the shield haphazardly at Bucky. 

“We’re making up for lost time,” Steve groaned, pulling away from Peggy with kiss-swollen lips. “You don’t gotta look.”

“How can I not when you’re kissing right in front of me? Hiya, Pegs.” Bucky wrapped her up in a hug and kissed the side of her face, letting Steve drag his weary body out of the chair. “Do me a favor and get this sap home.”

“Consider it done. I think we need to christen the bed anyway,” she mused thoughtfully.

Bucky’s expression was everything to her as Steve wrapped her up in a hug and half carried her off of the ship.

--

“Hang on it’s real?” 

Tony breathed, turning to point his wooden spoon threateningly at Peggy’s face. She easily batted the spoon away with her own, making him pout.

“What’s real?” Steve sighed, dropping into the stool beside Peggy with his own coffee from the counter. “Our relationship?”

“Yes! I thought that was just a...thing Howard and you made up! I didn’t think you and Cap actually got together!” 

Peggy rolled her eyes, draining the last of her tea. “Christ, is everyone going to say that?”

“I mean, I thought you two boned or kissed, but…” Clint mused from the couch, his leg up in the air to wave in their direction. “Not like kiss-kiss.”

“What are you twelve?” Natasha snickered. “Of course they were together. Don’t you see how Steve pined after her? Even in just her photos at the museum.”

“Aw, you pined after her?” Bucky breathed, earning an elbow from Steve. “Oh c’mon, punk, I had to live with this dancing around one another crap for years before Hydra finally put me out of my misery.”

“Hey, not funny,” Steve grumbled. “Still not funny. That will never be funny. And we didn’t dance around one another.”

“It is funny. I told yah, I was found before you and everything.” Bucky huffed, stealing a croissant from Tony’s hand to bite into. “And yes you did. Pegs, tell him.”

“I wasn’t dancing around,” Peggy mused, refilling her mug. “Steve was the dancing monkey.”

“I see where you two learned it from,” Bobbi teased, throwing a look where Fitz and Jemma were sitting on the other end of the couch from Clint’s prodding foot.

“If everyone can stop taking the mickey out on all of us that would be great,” Fitz over dramatically sighed. “Steve and Peggy can finally be together, thanks to this genius.” He squeezed Jemma’s frame to him, making her flush. 

“And Dr. Banner,” Peggy pointed out. “Where is he, by the way? I haven’t seen him since we left.”

“Vacation. Something about this was a favor to the history books,” Bobbi mused, waving her hand. “So, you two...Pegs, when’s the wedding date? And don’t tell me not yet. You two finally get to be together. I think you and FitzSimmons over there need to do a double destination date.”

Peggy and Jemma shared a look from over the table, making Steve laugh. “I wouldn’t say no to that. What do you say, Miss Simmons?”

“I’ll draw up the wedding plans.”

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[marvels-writings]

Can you please do one where reader proposes to Maria Hill through the comms while reader is on a mission. Thinking reader wasn't serious Maria responds with "Only if you come back completely unharmed" which makes reader try extra hard. Reader proposes again in person. Thank you ☺

A/N: I’m not sure if this was gender neutral or not but imma make it gender neutral bc im not sure. Also, not that anyone wanted to know, my exams are going really well. Like my english exam had like 5 essays in like 2 hours but i finished it and im really happy with myself. Major self confidence boost. Anyway, here’s the drabble

“Maria it was supposed to be date night.” You whined, sitting on your shared bed with Maria. You fidgeted with the torn sleeves of your hoodie as you waited for a response. She’d just informed you Fury had given all of them a last minute mission. You had bigger plans for tonight, your plans included  wedding rings and romance, not guns and avengers. 

The two of you had been together for about 3 years now, you knew Maria wasn’t going to be the first to propose, considering she hadn’t been the first to anything. Not that you minded, she was a bit scared of rejection, despite the tough persona she has for everyone else. 

“Supposed to,” She stated, trying to find something in the closet. “Apparently Fury has other plans for you.” 

Maria was clearly pissed off, the two of you always were on any last minute mission. But this time, she seemed more pissed off than usual. It took you second to register the last word she said. 

“Wait, just me?” You asked as Maria threw your suit on the bed angrily. You glanced down at it, it was thankfully washed this time. 

“Just you, Romanoff, Barton and Rogers.” She stated, sitting down between you and your suit. “I’m monitoring the mission this time.”

Groaning, you flopped down on the bed, your arms coming up to support your head. Maria laid down on the bed, propping her head up on one elbow and looking down at you. 

“You’ll be fine.” She comforted, you looked at her. Even though she was visibly pissed off, she could see you were scared and tried to comfort you. 

“I know,” You muttered, then looked back at the ceiling. “I’ll just miss our romantic date night.” 

“I’ll miss your sappiness too.” She remarked, then shifted to face the ceiling. You lightly nudged her ribs with your elbow as she laughed. 

“Love you,” She chuckled. Even though she had said this to you a thousand times before, it always made your heart skip a beat, as cheesy as it might sound. 

“Love you too,” You replied. 

You really did, but you couldn’t help your anxiety starting to eat away at you. What if she said no when you asked her. You really did want to marry her, but you were scared she didn’t feel the same. 

However, your anxiety was calmed by two things. One, her hands combing gently through your hair. Second, you had the same feelings before you asked her out and she said yes. 

-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

“I definitely would’ve preferred date night over this!” You shouted over comms, trying to run back to the quinjet but HYDRA agents somehow kept coming out of nowhere. The mission had been simple, go in, get intel, get out, nothing more. But it had evolved into a whole mess of capturing the flag. Currently, Nat and Clint had the flag and were in the jet, waiting for you and Steve. 

“y/n get back here!” Steve yelled at you over the comms. 

3 people had the flag, 1 rogue soldier. 

“I’m working on it!” You replied angrily, running as hard as you could. 

HYDRA soldiers behind you, quinjet in a currently unknown position, a wedding box in your pocket as bullets whizzed past you. Officially the weirdest combination of the year. 

“You’re not working hard enough!” Maria joined in in the yelling contest. 

“Clearly,” You muttered, hiding behind a tree last minute. “Incase I don’t make it to our next romantic date.”

“Don’t you dare talk like that.” Maria threatened, you could hear the pain in her voice as the two of you knew you could actually die out here. 

You could actually die, never see Maria again, never get the chance to propose, never know the answer. The suspense was more motivating than anything at this point. 

HYDRA agents were running into the woods, passing the small tree you were hiding behind. Thankfully, none of them had bothered to turn around yet. 

You had one gun, one knife, and one wedding ring. The wedding ring wasn’t helping motivate you enough. Deciding to boost the motivation, you started fidgeting with it. 

“Just in case though,” You whispered, completely out of breath and interrupting whatever advice the rest of the team was giving you. “Maria, as sappy as I am, I love you, will you marry me?” 

“Worst time y/l/n.” Steve commented. 

“Agreed.” Nat stated. 

Maria hadn’t answered yet, your anxiety was starting to get the better of you as your breathing rate increased. 

“Of all the times now?! Seriously?!” Clint yelled. 

Still no response from Maria. 

Your eyes darted around nervously as you put the gun on your shoulder, preparing for a ‘daring’ escape plan. 

“Only if you come back completely unharmed.” She answered, you grinned in response.

Comms went out shortly after that, you needed to get the battery fixed by Stark. 

That was just the motivation you needed. Now, you had a gun, a knife, a ring and a promise, you thought it was enough to make it out alive. 

-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

And somehow you did, not COMPLETELY unharmed, you did the best you could. You had a bullet wound in your right side but you’d been patched up by everyone before you got to the compound to see Maria. It still hurt, but it could only get better. 

“Is it possible for you to stop smiling?” Natasha asked, sitting next to you and handing you a glass of water. 

“Nope.” You answered, after chugging the entire glass, it spilled slightly as the jet landed.  

“She just got married, you can’t expect her to be sad.” Steve remarked, leaning against the cockpit of the jet as the doors opened. 

“I said completely unharmed.” 

You whipped your head around to see Maria standing there, a mixture of happiness, sass and worry on her face. Smirking in response, you got up, holding your hand near the bullet wound. “I did my best.” You said, trying to keep your voice strong despite the literal hole in your side. 

Maria rolled her eyes, and walked towards you, maybe to hug you, unsure and uncaring, you got down on one knee, ignoring the stinging pain in your side. You saw her eyes widen, your smirk grew even further but it turned into a grimace thanks to the bullet wound. 

There goes the romantic moment. 

“Maria, now that I’m out mostly unharmed,” you began, causing Maria to laugh slightly. “Excuse my sappiness but, I love you with, with all my heart, and if you can tolerate my sappiness and my flaws, I want you to be my wife.” You opened the small, navy blue velvet box with the last words.

Maria covered her mouth with one hand, maybe to hide a smile, hold back a sob, you won’t ever know, you were barely able to stay on your knee with the pain blooming in your side. 

“Any minute now,” You muttered, Maria laughed and nodded. 

“Yes, I’ll marry the queen/king of cliches” She joked, you were about to get up. 

You couldn’t, not without help at least. The pain in your side was a bit too much for you to get up by yourself. 

“Could you, um could you come so I could put the ring on?” You asked, Maria looked confused but complied. 

You grinned as you put the ring on her finger, she grinned back at you. It was supposed to be the perfect moment, a newly engaged couple, the person who just got proposed to was crying of happiness, the person who proposed couldn’t stop grinning, everyone around them was smiling and about to clap. 

Usually, the perfect moment didn’t have the person proposing with a bullet wound. There goes the romanticness of it down the drain. 

“As much as I love this almost perfect moment, I can’t get up without help.” You confessed, Maria laughed through the small tear falling down her cheek. 

Maria offered her other hand and helped you get up. You hugged her the second you got up, people were clapping instantly. She hugged you back, cautious of your bullet wound but happy nonetheless.

A/N: GENUINELY LOVED WRITING THIS. I actually started laughing really hard while writing this. Thanks for the amazing request, and feedback is amazing!!!

[billhaderlovebot]

willy mclean hcs

ah yes. it is time for another hannah and molly headcanon extravaganza. we've been thirsty for this hoe all damn week. @gazebros

you think you know willy the first time you meet him properly.

in fact, you do know him.

you've seen him around, verbally abusing pool-goers and smoking pot on his breaks.

you've never crossed paths other than the one time you asked him where the toilets were and he blew smoke in your face.

but the first time you meet him properly it's kinda an accident, in that you weren't looking for company.

you'd just broken up with your extremely long term boyfriend that week.

u have a child together.

it wasn't a toxic relationship and it didn't end on bad terms, and you loved each other very very much, but you both agreed that you'd grown apart and you'd be better as two seperate people.

plus, you needed to keep it cool between the two of you for the sake of your son.

nonetheless, it was a bummer.

you were the only one left at the pool, and it had long since closed. you'd been sat on the side, watching the ripples and ignoring how cold and dark it was getting. the only source of light came from the LED's on the bottom of the pool.

and willy came out of the weird room thingy he sits in while people are swimming.

"we're closed, man."

probably the biggest joint you've seen since college in his hand.

"yeah. sorry. lemme get in on that, though."

you reach up to take the joint from him and he shrugs and hands it to you.

"you good?"

"just broke up with this guy, um, we've been together since... i don't know, fuckin, forever. im sad, i guess. he's staying with his mom."

"oh, worm. i can get my bong."

and you don't know why you find yourself telling this random guy everything.

but you talk and smoke for hours.

willy is like a breath of fresh air.

you can't remember the last time you'd laughed until your ribs hurt.

and you've told each other like

everything there is to know about everything

and in this moment you actually feel like nobody else knows you better in the entire world

even though you've only been talking for like four hours.

by the end of the night you're basically sat in his lap.

you're so close that your lips almost touch when you light another joint and pass it between you.

and you hear his breath hitch

and his eyes are dark.

"your ex didn't give you syphilis or anything, did he?"

"no. why?"

and then suddenly his lips are on yours and he's holding your face in his hands.

and all you can feel is him

and its Perfect.

and he's warm and soft and you fist your hands into the front of his stupid poncho

and you have to go back to your apartment to fuck because he doesn't have one oops.

and you get there and you apologise for the mess because you've not been in a good place lately.

"dude i live in a fucking pool don't even worry."

thus begins Friends With Benefits.

the best sex you've literally Ever had in your life along with the best weed and the best 4am talks and a guy who talks to you like you're a normal fucking person for Once.

Willy McLean E*ts P*ssy.

you pull his hair sometimes

nothing extreme jus a light tug yknow

but it drives him Insane

he Loves It.

he doesn't dirty talk a lot but he's very vocal. like he's not one of those guys where it feels like you're fucking an ice sculpture. he actually like makes noise.

and tells you what he wants.

so it's just u guys hanging out and fucking for like a long time. and it's good. it's great.

no commitment or anything it's pretty chill.

you go off the radar a few times a week to spend time with your son, who's currently living with his father until you get your life in order.

one night, after sex (it was during the shining bc that movie is Long so y'all jus ignored it n Got On With Things) willy is watching you sleep.

he's watching you exist.

he just watches you for the longest time.

his heart melts when you subconsciously shuffle closer to him and bury your face in the crook of his neck.

and he realises that the feelings he has for you run deeper than he thought they did.

he realises that he might maybe a little bit love you.

maybe.

you're so strong and you would do anything to protect your kid and you're not afraid of looking stupid and you make him laugh like nobody has ever made him laugh.

also the sex? 😔👌

he thinks you're probably the most wonderful human being in the whole world.

you didn't plan on introducing willy to your son.

because you didn't think it would ever be anything serious and therefore not have an impact on his life.

but it had to happen at some point.

and one day he gets in your car and there's this lil curly haired toddler in the back in this lil car seat.

"uhh. we have to go sign him up for preschool."

you'd forgotten it was almost august.

willy is really nervous because he's sure he smells of pot and he doesn't really know what to do around kids.

but elias is surprisingly quiet and he giggles along to whatever dumb shit you and willy are talking about in the front seat even though he has no idea what you're saying.

willy falls even harder for you when he watches you ruffle elias' hair and kiss his head.

and elias really likes willy's poncho.

and when you get to the school and the secretary starts gushing about what a cute couple you and willy are

willy Loses His Mind

and he's about say something

but you're like "thankyou so much!🥰" and take his hand and the paperwork she gives you and drag him into the waiting room.

"wh-"

"we are a cute couple."

he pretends not to notice when you don't let go of his hand for the rest of the day.

because you fuck and have been fucking for a while but this is Soft.

and you pretend not to lose your shit when willy picks up elias and you look at them both together, giggling like idiots and realise that they're all you need.

a couple months later, when the pool closes for the winter months, you realise you haven't seen him in a couple days.

which is worrying, since he lives at the pool um-

and so you go there

n he's just

jus sittin.

"hey, babe."

"hey, where have you been?"

"just around. come sit."

and for a minute it's normal. you're talking and laughing so hard that your sides split and kissing (ft inappropriate touching)

and it gets a lil cold and he puts his obnoxious knitted poncho over you.

and he looks at you for a bit.

and you barely hear it when he whispers

"i think im in love with you."

and oh

oh fuck.

of course.

and you love him the fuck BACK

but he takes your stunned silence as rejection, mumbles some garbled apology and stands up to leave.

you run right after him, though.

it's something straight out of a romance movie, he thinks, when you spin him around by his arm and pull him down to your lips by his collar.

"i love you too. so fucking much, will."

that night you invite him to stay over.

"isn't elias staying with you right now?"

"yeah. he misses you. he keeps asking about the poncho man idk"

when he wakes up the next day after watching two and a half hours of paw patrol with your son (he kept him entertained, seeing how exhausted you were, and allowed you to nap.) you're not there.

he heads into the kitchen where you've sat elias down with a bowl of cereal and you're dancing around to whatever's playing on the radio.

and he sees a box of his stuff next to the couch. everything he owns. you must've gotten it from the pool while he was asleep.

"what's going on, baby?"

"shit, yeah, um, you're moving in."

his heart explodes

and he's trying so hard not to cry

at the concept of having a home

and with you, nonetheless.

he's sure he's never been so in love.

but he cries anyway, when your back is turned, when he thinks you don't know.

he Loves You.

[lemonlimetoast]

Sorry I keep rbing this I ran out of tag space but..... Damn this hits close

Y'all not to be annoying but I'm gonna start talking about TMA on here because I've been listening to it. Spoilers in the tags