#no excuse for the pancakes tho

[lucifers-rubber-duck]

𖤓 Being married to Lucifer would include 𖤓

Pairing: Lucifer X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of depression and slightly suggestive content. Reader doesn't have a defined gender.

Waking up with morning kisses ❣

• He likes to hug you before you two sleep, is almost funny seeing him trying to be the big spoon when he's so tiny.

• It's no surprise he's a very clingy man, and that would just double when you two got married.

• Kisses aren't limited to morning tho, he'll get any excuse to give you even a peck. Lunch kiss, Goodnight kiss, Afternoon kiss, anything you can think of will be a good time to plant a smooch on your lips.

Eating the best of what Hell has to ofer ❣

• I believe with my whole being that Lucifer is a fenomenal cooker.

• He can bake anything you ask for, doesn't matter what, he will do whatever he can to make it the best meal you ever had.

• You can expect to have breakfast on bed at least once in a week, he'll sit besides you in bed and wait until you finish eating, wings around you and smiling like a idiot because he just adores seeing how happy his cooking makes you feel.

• He will ask you to cook with him too, he especially enjoys baking apple pies and pancakes and will often make cookies shaped like ducks. He sits and waits in front of the oven until it's ready and really enjoys when you also make him company.

Deal with his rubber ducks everywhere ❣

• Lucifer isn't the most organized person, yes, he enjoys doing the cleaning most of the time, but he finds it a hard time making sure all his ducks are in place.

• Sometimes you'll be going normally with your day, walking by the house and suddenly you will step on one of his rubber ducks, making it squeak.

• You tried putting them on a shelf once, making sure they were out of the floor, but in less than a week that shelf would be full because he would just keep making even more ducks and having nowhere to place them.

• His solution to it is to just shove them into his office, making piles and more piles of yellow rubber creatures, they will stay there until you two can think of a better solution.

• He gifted a bunch of those to you as well, you have your own place to put your collection, it's full of duckies themed of things you like, one of them looks like Lucifer, the other looks like you and a smaller one that looks like Charlie, the three of them have a special place and are always together in your collection.

Help him to clean himself ❣

• Sometimes his depression can get the best of him, when it happens he doesn't have the energy to even get out of bed, you'll have to help with all his chores and simple things.

• Help him get up, help him shower, brush his theet, fix his hair, help him get dressed and make sure he eats, sometimes even hygine is hard for him to do alone and the help you give him means the world.

• Also, make sure to tell him that you don't mind helping him, even with menial tasks like those, he's very insecure when these episodes happen and is scared that you might leave him because of them, he doesn't want to be a burden, so tell him how much you appreciate being his partner.

“I'm sorry for making you do this...” he silently says, head resting on your lap as you bursh your hand through his blond hair, it was one of those days and you two were sitting togheter on his office couch, he didn't have the will to do anything today and you had to help him even clean himself up, he felt like shit. “I'm such a piece of trash.”

You shake your head, grabbing his chin and making him look at you, he looks so tired and defeated, and at the same time looks at you like you're the only thing making him less miserable.

“Don't say that Luci, you know I love you a lot don't you? I don't mind helping you when you're feeling down” you move him around, enough to be able to give him a hug, pulling him closer to you so he could be comforted, you hated seeing him like that, you wish he could see how amazing he truly is, see himself the way you see him. “And hey, you were able to brush your theet by yourself today, I'm so proud of you for that.”

He's at verge of tears when he hears you say that, he pulls you closer using his wings, putting his head on your chest. “Thank you so much dear.” He's glad he has someone like you in his life.

Having to deal with bite marks ❣

• Lucifer is... How to put it. Rather possessive.

• But not in a creepy or unhealthy way! No no no, he simply adores you so much he can't help but mark you as his sometimes.

• His sharp theet can make a real number on you, he tries his best to be as gentle as possible, asking your permission before ever biting you anywhere, but he always aims for visible spots.

• Sometimes it makes you so embarrassed that you ask yourself why did you let him bite you in the first place, like when Charlie asked about it once and you had to make the worst excuse ever just to not tell her that her father was the one who did it.

• When you told him about it he just laughed, that made you a little annoyed but he promissed he would be more careful later. (This time he gave you a mark on your thigh before putting his tongue into work)

Hearing about his wishes to form a family ❣

• Man daydreams about forming a family with you, he can't help but just think about how precious it would be for you two, Charlie and a new child to take a new family picture.

• He doesn't force that idea onto you, he drops here and there how much he would love a new child, but if somehow you showed that you were uncomfortable with it he would stop, you and Charlie are enough for him and he won't try to change it for a fantasy.

• But if you want to adopt, probably a Hellhound or even a Imp since there's no human children in Hell, he will absolutely be supportive and be there with you through the adoption progress. He'll make sure to treat the child as his own and give them as much love as they deserve.

• If the adopted child is a girl then? He'll just be the happiest man alive, he's going to spoil her, never want to let her go and will dress her up in every opportunity. He'll for sure cry before you all take a family photo and say how much he loves you and his daughters.

[gamma-rae-bursts]

The Ex Factor

Melissa Schemmenti x fem!Reader

Your ex girlfriend starts working at Abbott as Melissa’s new teachers aide.

Content Warnings: past abusive relationship, mentions of trauma, cheating, manipulative and toxic ex.

Genre: hurt/comfort, some fluff

Word count: 3.6k+

A/N: this one got a little out of hand ngl, i hope you like it tho! covers a square of my bingo. Kinda unedited.

You woke up to the sound of your alarm, the soft rays of sunshine lighting up the room as you reach to your phone attempting to stop the dreadful tune. A hint of sadness flickered within you as you glanced to the other side of the bed, feeling the cold emitting from it hinting that Melissa has been gone for quite some time now. 

You reluctantly left the warmth and comfort of your sheets, the cold air hovering over your exposed skin as you slowly stood up. You reached for your robe, pulling it onto your body to shield it from the morning breeze. Your bedroom was always cold, Melissa had a terrible habit of leaving the window open throughout the night, no matter what time of the year it was. She always claimed it helped her sleep better and you didn’t complain, just another excuse to snuggle up closer to your girlfriend, seeking the warmth of her body.

Just as you started heading downstairs the sounds of Melissa clattering around the kitchen filled your ears, the clicking of the plates combined with clanging of pans in a typical for her manner. You continued to walk down the staircase, stopping in at the kitchen door to take in the sight of the redhead in her element. 

A slight worry overtook you as you saw the distress painted across your girlfriend’s face, she didn’t even notice you at the door, too preoccupied with whatever she had cooking on her stove. Putting in all the effort at making sure everything she served you for breakfast was perfect, hoping that would relieve some stress she was under while she was teaching two grades at the same time.

“Good Morning” you said through a yawn, standing in the doorframe of the kitchen.

“Mornin’ hon.” The redhead replied as she kept her attention focused on the pancakes frying in the pan. “You’re up early today.” 

“The bed was cold without you in it.” You replied with a pout on your lips.

“Couldn’t sleep, sorry I woke you up, you can go back to sleep if you want, I’ll put the food in some containers so you can have it a bit later.” Melissa shrugged. You always started work later than Melissa, most of the time opting for getting a bit of extra sleep when she was getting ready for work.

“You didn’t and I couldn’t miss out on a morning with my favourite girl, could I?”

“Please, I’m hardly a girl anymore.” She replied with a sigh, her gaze still focused on the stove.

You took a few steps in her direction, wrapping your arms around her as your head rested on the back of her shoulder “Oh but you are my girl, aren’t you?” you said, kissing her neck.

“Mhm” the woman chuckled softly, turning her head to leave a kiss on your head. “the pancakes will be ready in a few minutes; would you mind setting the table?” 

“On it, boss.” You replied with a sarcastic salute and did as she asked, taking all the necessary dishes and cutlery to the table. You made your way back to the kitchen to take the bowls filled with delicious looking toppings that Melissa prepared earlier, leaving a quick kiss on her cheek as you were heading into the dining room. 

It didn’t take long for the redhead to join you with a plate full of delicious looking pancakes, every single one made to perfection. You eagerly reached for them, taking a few onto your plate.  You topped half of them with maple syrup and butter and the rest, much to Melissa’s distaste, with lemon juice and sugar.  

“You’re a degenerate, you know that right?” she said side-eyeing your pancakes.

You playfully rolled your eyes at her comment “Stop it, I like them like that!”

She just chuckled and shook her head, you always told her the lemon and sugar combination reminded you of the year you spent on an exchange in England, but despite that she didn’t let up on teasing you about your choice of pancake toppings.

The rest of the meal passed in comfortable silence. When the two of you finished eating, you got to cleaning the dishes and Melissa went on to get ready for the workday ahead of her. She returned roughly half an hour later, wearing her leather pants and a pink top she knew you loved on her, which also gave her a little confidence boost she felt she could use today. 

Just as Melissa was leaving the house, you shouted back to her, running up to the woman with a Tupperware container in your hand, she had a habit forgetting her lunch and getting all snappy when she had to order it instead of having her own food. You kissed her once more before she got into her car and left for work.

***

Melissa got to Abbott Elementary with 20 minutes to spare, she decided to head to the teachers’ lounge but before she could make her way down the hallway, she heard her name being called from Ava’s office. 

“Schemmenti!” the woman exclaimed “C’mere, got a surprise for you.”

She rolled her eyes and turned around, taking a few steps towards the principal’s office. “What do you want Ava, I’m not in the mood for you trying to sell me any of your face masks or whatever that was.”

“What? No! That was last week, I’m selling foot massagers now.” The taller woman pointed at a stack of boxes stashed in the corner of her office. 

“Is this why you called me here?” the redhead sighed, visibly annoyed at her boss trying to sell her new useless products at any given occasion.

“I got you a teacher’s aide!” Ava finally exclaimed.

“I told you I don’t wan-… Wait? Say it again? A teacher’s aide?” the redhead said in disbelief. She did request one what seemed like months ago (in reality, it was just last week, but with teaching the two grades Melissa completely lost the track of time). 

“The one you requested duh! She’s gonna be here any minute.” Ava said, looking extremely proud of herself for actually doing what her job required her to. “Her name is Abigail; I’ll direct her to your classroom when she gets here.”

“Thanks Ava!” Melissa said as she left the principals office. 

Her new aide arrived just a few minutes later, confidently entering the classroom. “Is this Miss Schemmenti’s room?” she asked. She was just a little taller than Melissa, younger, but according to Melissa “not a kid”. The woman had dark hazel eyes and long brown hair, tied up in a ponytail.

“Yeah, you must be Abigail.” The redhead replied, greeting the girl.

“Abby is fine” she smiled as she shook the redhead’s hand.

The two of them got talking, despite Melissa’s usual apprehension towards the younger teachers, she got along with Abby just fine, the younger woman was a huge help in her classroom and even if it was just for that, she was willing to put up with some rookie TA in her classroom. But aside from this, the girl seemed competent enough to know how to handle third graders and not step on Melissa’s toes whilst doing her job.

***

You got home from work a little later than usual, being stuck in a corporate meeting that, in your opinion (as well as many other co-workers), could have been an email. You entered the house you shared with Melissa, ridding of your outerwear you moved to the living room. The redhead was sat of her couch, absorbed into her current read. She lifted her head with a smile when she saw you, immediately standing up from her seat and making her way towards you.

“Hey hon!” she cheerfully exclaimed, greeting you with a kiss, which you gladly reciprocated, relieved to see her in a way better mood than she was in the morning.

“Someone’s in a good mood” you said smiling at her “I assume the little demons were behaving today?”

“Even better than that, Ava got me an aide.” She smiled and you immediately cheered at the news. You knew this would be a huge relief to your girlfriend, not having to constantly worry how to handle the extra kids in her classroom while simultaneously teaching both sets of kids.

“That’s amazing Mel!” the relief was visible on her face, as well as her whole body, you could immediately tell she was more relaxes than during the past weeks.

“C’mon, I ordered our favourite takeout” she said reaching for your hand “we can just have the rest of the evening to ourselves, seen as I don’t have to make two separate lesson plans anymore”

After enjoying the food, combined with Melissa telling you about her say, the fact that the new aide seemed competent enough and that she didn’t even get the urge to hit her with the baseball bat she had stashed under her desk, you spent the rest of the evening trying to watch a TV show you started a few weeks prior. Trying meant that Melissa had to pause it roughly every 5 minutes for your rants on how inaccurate the details portrayed there actually were. She always laughed at your frustration with the writing and how quickly you could tear apart the aspects that would never even cross her mins. In your defence, the correct information was not that hard to look up after all.

***

You woke up to Melissa running around the house in a frantic manner, you looked at the time and it showed 7:25, way past the time the redhead usually leaves for work. You dragged yourself out of the bed, catching her right when she was at the door, leaving a kiss on her cheek before she rushed off to her car.

Just as you made your way to the kitchen you spotted a Tupperware container sat on top of the island, laughing to yourself at the thought of Melissa forgetting her lunch once again.

You made a plan for the day, it was your day off, so it mostly consisted of doing some house chores and taking the food down to Abbott for your girlfriend to enjoy during her lunch break. 

The few hours passed faster than you thought and before you knew it, it was time for you to leave, after all you couldn’t risk missing the allocated slot and leave your girlfriend starving and stuck with school food. 

The drive to the elementary school wasn’t long, fortunately (for you) you passed a Starbucks on you way there, making a stop to pick up a few drinks, one for you to keep your caffeine levels on the higher end throughout the day and one for Melissa, to do the exact opposite, provide the taste of coffee without the zoomies attached. You went through the drive through to gat said drinks and continued on your drive.

The cold air hit you as soon as you got out of your car, the weather today was chilly, but the sun provided some warmth as it was shining through the clouds. You grabbed your bag and the coffee cups, proceeding to walk in the direction of the entrance of the school.

You swiftly made your way through the hallways, always examining the emptiness of the walls at Abbott. You got to the end of the hallway, ready to enter your girlfriends classroom.

“Hey Mel, you forgot your lunch again I thought I’d bring it for you,” you said with a smile as you entered the room. The smile immediately faded from your face when you saw it wasn’t your girlfriend sat at the desk, but the woman you wished to never see again. “Abby? What the hell are you doing here?”

“I could as you the same question” she said with a smirk “Missed me so much you had to track down where I work?”

“What do you mean work? You’re not saying you’re Melissa’s new aide, right?”

Before you could ger an answer to the question, Melissa walked right through the door, a smile appearing on her face when she saw you in the room.

“Hey hon, what are you doing here?” 

“Oh um, you forgot your lunch, I thought I’d bring it for you” you said passing her the container as well as her coffee. 

“You’re a godsend.” She said as she kissed your cheek, gratefully accepting the food. “This is my new aide, Abby, you could stay so we have the lunch together?”

“Oh I actually have to go, have a few errands to run, I’ll see you at home tho.” You quickly added before rushing out of the classroom.

***

When you got back home you tried to occupy your head with anything and everything in order to distract yourself from the fact that Melissa’s new aide was your ex-girlfriend. The way the two of you split your ways didn’t make things any better, causing you to spiral in your thoughts of what this whole ordeal meant. 

You knew you were being paranoid, the thoughts telling you that she would take Melissa away from you the same way she took all your friends when you split were irrational and completely insane. But you went through it once and you knew how manipulative and persuasive Abby could be. 

The reason you broke up with her was her cheating on you throughout the whole length of your relationship. You’ve had many attempts at leaving her, but each time she managed to talk you back into staying, saying you’d be nothing without her.

And for the longest time, you believed it. Your breaking point was finding her in your bed with one of your best friends. You kicked her out after that, but she didn’t go down without making a whole scene you were sure the whole neighbourhood could hear. Making a promise that you’d regret it. And you did, more or less. She managed to turn your whole friend group against you, painting this portrait of you being the manipulative and toxic asshole that tried to control her whole life, which left you with nobody to turn to.

The sound of the Melissa’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, now realising you were gone for longer than you thought. 

“Hon, what’s wrong?” she questioned with a concerned look on her face.

“Nothing.” You smiled at her. “Why would anything be wrong?”

“Well for starters, I’ve asked you that question 3 times before you replied.” You felt the couch you were sat on dip a little under her weight, as she took a seat right next to you, placing her hand on your thigh.

“Sorry, I was just thinking.” 

“Care to share?” she raised her brow. You took a deep breath, letting it out with a sigh before turning your head to face her.

”Abby is my ex.” You sighed again, this time tensing your shoulders. “The ex I told you about before. I guess seeing her today brought some memories back, memories I’d rather not think about.” Melissa’s eyes widened at the statement. She knew exactly which one you meant and just how broken the relationship with her left you. She pulled you closer to her, wrapping her arms around your body, placing you in a comfortable and safe embrace. 

The topic remained persistent throughout following conversations, each time ending in Melissa reassuring you just how much she loved you and promising that she was not going anywhere. She allowed you to cry your feelings out, making sure to hold you all throughout it until you were so exhausted you fell asleep on her during a movie she put on.

***

A morning shift meant you found yourself extremely bored during the evening, you deep cleaned the house as well as baked some of Melissa’s favourite cookies. You were trying to come up with more stuff to occupy yourself with when you remembered it was another parents evening at Abbott, meaning your girlfriend wouldn’t be back home for the next few hours. 

Melissa always complained how boring those things got, most times no parents came to see her, so she would just spend the whole evening sitting in her classroom, and there were definitely much better uses of her time. After finishing off the cookies and leaving them to cool down on the kitchen counter, you decided to get ready and join Melissa at school, you knew other teachers would sometimes bring their family or friends to at least get some quality time from the otherwise dull evenings. 

You put a minimal amount of makeup on, just some eyeliner and mascara, as well as some casual, but not too casual clothes before you left your house and drove to the school.

When you arrived at Abbott it was starting to get dark outside. The setting sun painted the clouds were with pink and orange that blended beautifully with the blue sky behind them. You walked into the school, making your way down the corridor and greeting all the other teachers on your way. You stopped for a little chat with Barbara, the older woman telling you about a new restaurant her and Gerald went to recently. You made a mental note of the name, as you were sure it was also right up Melissa’s alley. When a parent approached the two of you, you bid Barbara a quick goodbye, promising to catch up more in the future before you continued walking further down the hallway right to Melissa’s classroom. You heard muttered voices coming from behind the not fully closed door, figuring it would be her and another teacher you decided to come in regardless.

“Hey! I thought I’d come round so you-“ you stopped in your tracks before you could fully enter the room. Melissa was perched at the edge of her desk with Abby’s hand, what seemed to be cupping her cheek. “Melissa what the fuck?”

“You wouldn’t by chance believe me if I said this is not what it looks like?” Melissa said, horrified at your sight in her classroom. It was, indeed, not what it looked like.

You stood in the doorframe, eyes wide, not being able to comprehend what you just saw. There was no way Melissa would do that to you, right? Not after everything you told her, and definitely not after the promise she made just a few days prior. 

“Oh, fuck you, both of you.” You turned back around, leaving the room in a hurry before the redhead could get a chance to explain what actually happened.

Melissa was left in the room, trying to figure out the best way to approach the situation. She wanted to follow you but was stopped by Abby, who grabbed her hand in an attempt to prevent her from running after you. The satisfied smile was very prominent on the aide’s face, which made Melissa’s blood boil.

“The hell are you doing?” the redhead shot back at the younger woman.

“Oh, come on, she’s not worth it.” The giggle that followed the sentence further angering her. Abby did not loosen her grip on Melissa’s wrist, trying to pull the older woman closer to her body, almost leaning against her. “We could just stay here and give her a real reason to be angry.” 

The teacher snatched her hand out of the other woman’s grip, turning to face her. “You must be joking right?” she almost couldn’t believe what she heard, but the expression on Abby’s face made it clear she was completely serious. “I think I’d rather put a campfire out with my face.” She hissed, turning around to follow you. 

By the time Melissa made her way out of the school you were nowhere to be seen. There were still a few hours until the end of the parents evening. She sent a quick text to Ava, stating her early departure was caused by a family emergency, before getting into her car and driving home, hoping to find you there. 

Fortunately for her, Ava replied quickly saying she would inform any potential parents that could come to see her of the situation and set a new date for the meeting.

When Melissa got home, she heard shuffling that came from your shared bedroom, making her way to the room as quickly as she could. You were sat on your bed with your face buried in your hands. 

“Y/n, hon” a barely audible whisper accompanied with a gentle sigh left her lips. “It really wasn’t what you’re thinking.”

“Then please enlighten me what it was, Melissa” you didn’t look up, not sure if you were ready to face her without bursting into tears.

“She said my eyeliner was smudged. I said I’ll get it but before I could even reach for the tissue, she reached out to wipe it herself.”

“Well it certainly didn’t look like you were opposed to it.” you sighed, this time lifting your head to look up at her. Your eyeliner was smudged, the mascara forming dark pathways down your face. 

“Tesoro” this was another hit for her, she never wanted to be the reason you cried. “I didn’t even had time to react before you came into the room, you know I would never do that to you.”

“I know, it’s just… I’m scared, that’s it”

“Hey,” she lifted her hand to cup your cheek “I’m not her. I would never do anything to purposefully hurt you in any way, hell I’d kill anyone that tried to! You know I know a guy that could help me get rid of a body if needed.” You laughed at that; she did indeed have a guy for everything.

“Promise?” your whisper was quiet as you looked into her green eyes also filled with tears.

“I promise. I love you, only you.”

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[proshippers-against-censorship]

I have a take that can get me killed and it's "rape can be traumatizing for the rapist too"

which is actually true when you think abt it, just like how murder can be traumatizing for the killer as well. specially if the rapist is a minor, or was drunk, too excited, or didn't KNOW it was rape.

which ties to "rape can be an accident as well".

I hope no one pulls a "I love pancakes - so you hate waffles" on this tho, not trying to say tbe victim's experience should not be counted. I'm just saying the rapist's trauma should also be counted and y'know.. they deserve help and healing. you get what I say right??

really isn't fiction related but you're the only one I can say this to. I also want to know your own insight on this.

Definitely a very, very hot take, and an...interesting way to think about it. I would certainly see cases like that as extremely situational, that's for certain.

But I suppose there are exceptions out there such as a minor lying about ages, victims not actually voicing/showing discomfort, etc. That doesn't at all excuse the fact that the rape occurred, indeed, but yeah,I can see how there would be some cases where both sides come away with trauma.

Interesting take, anon. I do think everyone, regardless of situation, does deserve healing. Victims and assailants. Because ultimately, promoting help only to victims doesn't help anyone become better as a person.

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PSA to everybody who sees this:

I will leave this post open to debate. However, if things get hairy, I will turn off both reblogs and comments. Please be civil and polite.

[shotokimchi]

When Their S/O Is a Seggs God

MINORS DNI

How would they react if their cute lover was like a succubus in bed LMAO Going through some hard stuff so wanted to drop this here to laugh a little JSDFHSDK-

A/N:Sorry for being inactive y'all i swear I'm not ignoring the requests, just preparing for an important exam this year, but I'll be back around Julyyyy

Little side note: Characters are aged up so don't come at me smh

part2 w/Dabi and Midoriya

Bakugo

So we all know that this man doesn't sleep around randomly. My guy dates the "one" for him he's planning to marry you so if you aren't planning about settling down...

Too bad for you missy (Lemme see your ring finger bitch you gonna get wifed up💍)

After taking you out to meet his parents, this chili oil literally falls in love with you (i mean he already did but when he saw how you treated his momma and papa- boy was CHOKING ON HIS HEART❤️) so he decides to take your relationship to the next level.

Needs and excuse to leave early so literally tells his parents that he has a bad case of diarrhea ( Do ya'll know that video LMAO) and drags you out to his car

Lemme tell you he ran over at least 5 red lights just to have sex with you-

And you are just confused about why he's suddenly acting like a rabid dog i mean he's always acting like one but this time-

"Suki, why is your mouth foaming?"

On the way to your apartment, you had an inner conflict about actually taking him to a vet, you aint planning on telling him that tho.

After finally throwing you onto the shared bed like a sack of flour mf flies for a second in the air like a bloodthirsty mosquito- (the only difference is he's thirsty for the ✨All-mighty pussy juice✨)

Dw tho man asks for your consent because he loves you a lot and doesn't want your first time to be scary and all-

Wait did i say first time?

YES MF THINKS YOU'RE A VIRGIN- but guess what he's about to find out...

Before he can start kissing you, you push him onto his back and rip off his pants and leave a small peck on his lips before riding him like you are in a horse race- Good news gurl you are about to win, no one can compare

Poor man is speechless bc you are literally singing on his dick like you are the headliner in a choir...

And while you are singing you are rhythmically bouncing too LMAO

IM👏GONNA👏PUMP👏EVERY👏SINGLE👏DROP👏OUT👏OF👏YOU

He aint scared no he just swallowed his tongue by accident- cuz you know...

HIS GIRL IS LITERALLY DOING THE DUCK WALK ON HIS DICK (🦆🦆🦆)

WALK THAT FUCKING DUCK Y/N QUACK QUACK QUACK

He decides to grab your hips to slow you down a little bc you are causing an earthquake with a magnitude of 6.9

but instead of slowing you down now you are making him jump on the bed with you too LMAOAOAOAOAO- imagine someone breaking in and seeing two floating figures on the bed

He's like "SLOW DOWN Y/N-"

But nuh uh you are too caught up in your own horny world so you continue to milk him (Fr tho calm down queen aren't those legs tired?🦵)

After cumming for the 5th time he tapped out LMAO-

You gave him a concussion bc of making him bounce for too long KSJFHJSDKFGSDKJHSD- POOR KATSUKI

He was laying there, unconscious with drool dripping down his mouth and it took you three full minutes to realise that he passed out (OMG I'm gone-)

Fly high Katsuki Bakugo 🕊️🕊️

Dw tho you made sure to pamper him the morning after, bringing him a breakfast tray filled with pancakes and a cup of coffee. A cute innocent smile plastered on your face

"Morning, baby!"

Needless to say, he was shocked ( pretty sure he thinks it was the hottest night ever but doesn't wanna hurt his own pride by telling you that)

"WHAT HAPPENED-"

Todoroki

BAHAHAHA OMG OK LISTEN-

So both of you are lovebirds obv because Todoroki would be the most caring boyfriend ever (i'll fight you about this one 🥊🥊🥊) so its impossible not to be in love with him

So pretty baby thinks it's going to be all about kisses, vanilla, sweet loving, him showing how much he cares about you etc.

AND HE IS A VIRGIN

Todoroki being a virgin is such a turn on he trusts you enough to give his first time to you (aw❤️🤍)

...but you didnt know that he was a virgin

I mean come on look at him how can he be a virgin while looking THAT PRETTY

So one time, while you guys were chilling on the couch watching Titanic and snacking on some strawberries together he decides to make the first move and gently holds your hand while whispering sweet things to your ear and then you hear the magical word (open sesame zimzalabim this coochie 🔮)

"Y/n, I wanna do it."

BIG MISTAKE SHOTO VERY BIG- So being the horny queen you are the wicked horny grin makes its way to your lips and baby is concerned Before he can say anything you immediately grab a strawberry and stuff it into his mouth and quickly try to get him off of his sweatpants

Then you work your magic on him by giving him the best and first head of his life ✨ and trust me he is enjoying it very much

Mmmm yes that famous glock glock 60000 GOBBLE UP BABES don't let em Santa Claus looking pubic hair get into your nose tho🎅

Pretty moans were filling the living room while his fingers lock with yours

But the baby was too lost in his own pleasure so he accidentally bit the strawberry and took it out of his mouth

But you noticed so you grabbed a new one and harshly shoved it into his mouth

"Dont. swallow. the. strawberry."

Babies eyes went wide

YOU SCARED HIM

AND IT WAS HIS FIRST TIME TOO

he %100 looked like this-

So now he was drowning in his own pool of saliva trying not to bite into the strawberry while his eyes were rolling at the back of his head (bc of your amazing tongue skills)

Spot the difference between your mouth and a vacuum cleaner

NONE

When i tell you, you were sucking him DRY

like the next Todoroki generation got to the point of extinction

at this point he was trying to pry you off of his dick bc the overstimulation was TOO much lolol

Poor baby accidentally covered the couch with small burns

when you lifted your head to check up on him you were met with a sobbing Shoto

BOY WAS GASPING

Literally thought of bringing him an oxygen tank but decided against it bc he calmed down after receiving your loving kisses You layed his head on your chest while combing through his locks with your fingers, you made sure to give him a great aftercare

"Are first times are this rough?"

You choked on Casper the ghosts dick

"WHAT-" Literally mourned for two hours bc of treating him so roughly LMAO

A/N: I'm done- sorry for the typos if i have any, i was too lazy to edit :p

[gleamingyu]

anti-hero.

part II of the midnights series. inspired by taylor swift’s midnights. part I

pairing: music-producer!seungcheol x lawyer!fem!reader [exes-to-lovers]

genre: angst. fluff.

warnings: she/her pronouns for reader (but no specific physical characteristics). a bucketload of angst (i'm so sorry). light cursing. terrible knowledge of law stuff. so much crying yikes. miscommunication & misunderstandings. mentions of drinking and allusions to driving under the influence (do not do that ever!!). reader might seem a bit unlikeable in this chapter, but it's all part of the plot, okay?? she's trying her best. mentions of intimacy and sex (??), nothing graphic tho. slow burn. alternating povs. jihan as my lovely, beautiful, in love babies (yes they're a couple). some petnames (baby, babe). flashbacks are in italics. lower caps intended [if there’s anything i missed, please let me know!]

word count: approx. 8.1k (idk what happened)

notes: finally managed to work on my baby again. i'm sorry for the long wait but i had a lot of shit going on :/ thank you to everyone who showed love on the first part, i love each and every single on of you!! once again, likes, reblogs and comments are more than appreciated :)

summary: seungcheol wants to fix things; you want to avoid him at all costs. one thing is for sure, though. neither of you will have closure until you talk.

four months ago

the silence ringing inside seungcheol’s ears was even louder than the ambient noise of the restaurant he found himself in.

he genuinely couldn’t believe you were doing this to him again. the time was nearing 8 p.m., almost an hour later than when you were supposed to be here, and seungcheol was trying very hard to ignore the pitiful glances the waiters were not-so-subtly throwing him. he didn’t know what frustrated him more; the fact this was the seventh date you were clearly canceling on, or that you hadn’t updated him on your whereabouts in almost half an hour. if you weren’t going to show up, the least you could do is call and let seungcheol know you were gonna meet him at home.

home. funny how the word no longer brought a sense of peace in seungcheol’s heart.

just as he was about to get up and leave, seungcheol felt his phone buzz in the pocket of his pants, and his heart soared when he saw your name displayed on the screen. maybe you were going to make it after all, maybe you could still enjoy the nice evening he had planned, maybe…

“cheol… i’m so sorry.”

you were not coming.

seungcheol could tell from the apologetic tone in your voice. he didn’t even hear the next words that came from your end, whatever excuse you had to offer getting lost in the sound of his heart breaking. the grip he had on his phone was the only thing anchoring him in that moment, his eyes closed as he was trying to push down the tears that were threatening to spill out. he could hear you calling his name, are you there? but all he could offer was an “i’ll see you at home” before ending the call.

there was no part of you that was ready to face what awaited you on the other side of your apartment door.

the day hadn’t gone as you’d planned. you knew seungcheol had plans for the two of you that evening, so you had decided to wake up and go to the office earlier than usual in order to finish what you were working on in time for your date. but when you woke up that morning, you found seungcheol in the kitchen, diligently trying his best at making breakfast for the two of you. you melted at the sight of your boyfriend wearing your peach-colored apron – and nothing underneath but a pair of sweatpants – and you didn’t have the heart to turn him down when he oh-so-gleefully presented you with what could only be described as an admirable attempt at pancakes. moments like these were rare in your lives, with both of your hectic schedules and whatnot, so you sat down and enjoyed the warmth that came from the food, the sun coming in through the curtains, and seungcheol’s smile.

the sense of peace that came with spending the morning with seungcheol quickly dispersed once you arrived at the office and realized you were late, which gave your boss – mr. moon, a pathetic, greedy, and cruel excuse of a man who lived to make the lives of his employees a living hell – the perfect excuse to make you his target of the day. in addition to the case you were supposed to work on, mr. moon decided to dump on you stacks of paperwork that apparently needed to be taken care of by tonight, a task that normally a damn paralegal could take care of – no offense to paralegals.

normally you wouldn’t put up with this type of behavior. you weren’t raised to let people just walk all over you as they damn pleased. but around the office, there was one unspoken rule that everyone learned as soon as they started working here; ‘whatever mr. moon says, goes.’ besides, moon was the only person on the board of directors that could veto promotions in the firm, so until you could see the words senior associate inscribed under your name on the door of your office, you’d have to shut your mouth and take whatever was thrown at you with your head held high.

that isn’t to say that sometimes you wished mr. moon would get hit by a bus, ‘mean girls’ style. today had been one of those days, as the hours trickled by, closer and closer to when you should leave for your date with seungcheol, and yet mr. moon seemed to have a continuous stream of tasks that needed to be done, by you specifically. you realized you would never make it in time to see seungcheol, and so, tonight marked the seventh date you had to cancel because of work.

now, with the time on your phone reading 22:32, you were standing outside your apartment, bracing yourself for the talk you knew you were going to have with seungcheol. letting out a big exhale, you punched in the door code and let yourself in, the quietness of the apartment immediately enveloping you.

for a split second, you thought seungcheol might have gone to sleep already, but the faint sound of glass redirected you towards the kitchen, where you found said man standing by the kitchen island, nursing a glass of wine. you recognized the bottle mingyu had gifted him on his birthday that year, some fancy brand you’d never heard of before. as you stepped closer, the dim light of the kitchen finally illuminating you, seungcheol turned towards you, an inscrutable look on his face.

after four years of learning, knowing, loving seungcheol, you prided yourself in being able to discern what he was feeling at any given moment. but now, standing in front of him, you were scared to admit that you couldn’t read whatever feelings his eyes held. it made you feel uneasy, the way it seemed like he was looking through you, into you, and you wished you could come up with something to say to disturb the uncomfortable silence, but saying i’m sorry seemed redundant in that moment.

“a bit late, isn’t it?” seungcheol spoke up, and your heart clenched at the cold, almost mocking tone of his voice.

“i know, but i couldn’t get out faster. no matter what i said, my boss kept piling up my work and i just… i couldn’t. i’m so sorry… you know i wanted to come, more than anything. i really did,” you said, silently pleading that seungcheol would forgive you.

“i’m sure you did,” seungcheol gruffed, turning his attention back to the wine before him.

“cheol… don’t be like this, please…” you tried getting closer to him, but his body whipped towards you, his eyes narrowing at you.

“like what, exactly? angry? frustrated? sad? disappointed? i can be like that, actually, seeing as this is the seventh time in 3 months you’ve ditched me for work, apparently!” seungcheol spewed, making you take several steps back. your body tenses.

“‘apparently?’ what is that supposed to mean?”

“i don’t know, it just seems very unlikely that you’d have to sometimes spend more than twelve hours at work. i mean, you’re a lawyer, aren’t you? surely, you should know everything about workplace laws,” seungcheol bit back. he’s never spoken to you like this before, ever, the mockery in his voice surely aimed to hurt you. you felt anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach, but you tried your best to stay calm, for the sake of both of you.

“seungcheol,” you said, and you couldn’t help feeling a twinge of satisfaction seeing his eyebrows raise in surprise after hearing you use his full name. “if you have something to say, i’d rather you just do it, instead of insinuating it.”

seungcheol fell quiet for a moment, glancing down at his feet. “i meant it when i said i was held back at work, cheol. why would i lie about that?” you continued.

“for the past two years that you’ve been working there, you know i never once met any of your coworkers? i’ve never even stepped foot into your office, for god’s sake! you’ve been to my studio countless of times, you know the people i’m closest to, i’ve invited you to all the events the label organizes, so i just can’t understand! i don’t understand why you’re dead-set on keeping me away from that part of your life! and it makes me think… it makes me feel like i’m not enough, like you’re ashamed of me–”

“that’s absolutely not true, cheol!” you jumped in. you couldn’t even entertain the thought of seungcheol feeling self-conscious because of you, when it was the furthest thing you wanted. “i think you’re the most talented person i know, the most passionate, hard-working, smart… beautiful… i could never be ashamed of you.”

unshed tears were clinging to both of your lashes, heavy breathing echoing around the kitchen. how could you let things get so bad?

“it made me think there was someone else,” seungcheol breathes out.

the air gets stuck in your throat, the tears brimming in your eyes finally sliding down your face. “cheol… how could… there never was anyone! i swear, all the nights i would come home late, it was because of my work! i swear, i would never… you’re the only person that’s ever on my mind…”

silence fell over you and seungcheol, the words thrown between you slowly sinking in. seungcheol sniffled, taking a seat at the round table in the middle of the kitchen; you wished you could go to him, gather him in your arms, even though he’s too big to fit in completely, but you knew that this was probably the last thing seungcheol wanted from you in that moment.

“why don’t you quit?”

seungcheol looked up to you, the sadness in his gaze so intense it made you look away, knowing you’re to blame for it. “you complain so much about it… the hours, the work, the boss, the people. why can’t you just leave?”

you breathed in, thinking over seungcheol’s words. “because… because i love doing what i do. i feel about law the way you feel about music. it’s just the environment that’s shitty. but it’s something… that’s mine. and the kind of opportunities i got at this firm… people just starting out, like me, don’t come by them very often usually.”

there was a pause as seungcheol mulled over your words. a part of you thought, hoped, that the way the conversation was going would lead to fixing things, but then seungcheol spoke up again, and you knew. there was no fixing, not anymore.

“i was yours, too. and i would’ve never chosen music over you.”

“you say that now, but if you were put in a situation where you had to choose, i don’t think you’d have as easy of a time as you say.”

“i guess we’ll have to agree to disagree.”

and that was the end of it.

three days after your unexpected reunion with seungcheol, you find yourself back at PLEDIS, ready to tackle jihoon’s case.

the morning had gone on normally enough, with people coming in to give their testimonies regarding jihoon, his work and their relationships with him. as expected, no one had come forward with any potentially harmful or negative remarks about him, everyone applauding him for his tireless dedication to the label and the artists he worked with, as well as marveling at his seemingly innate musical talent and creativity. this was no surprise to you; having known jihoon for almost as long as you’d known seungcheol, you witnessed first-hand jihoon’s mastery of his craft, on multiple occasions. and now, with all the information you had gathered in the past three hours since arriving at PLEDIS, you were starting to feel more confident about winning this lawsuit.

initially, you had no intention of taking on jihoon’s case. the previous weekend, when mr. moon had called you in, you arrived at the firm with your mind set on demanding a break. in the past months, you might as well have changed your home address to the office, seeing as you had been working non-stop on one case after another, pulling countless sleepless nights and taking on extra paperwork as favors to some of your coworkers. and after finding out what the case was actually about, you were even more adamant about turning it down. but all the excuses you offered mr. moon were effectively shut down, leaving you almost begging the man to pass the case to someone else.

before you could use your past relationship with the other in-house music producer working at PLEDIS as an excuse, mr. moon delivered the lowest of low blows. “you know, a high profile case like this could attract lots of new clients for the firm… and put you right on the track for senior associate.”

there was no use arguing anymore after that. moon knew how much you wanted that promotion, and you were honestly not surprised to see him using it against you in order to force you into doing whatever work he wanted you to. so you shut your mouth, took the case, and then went home and cried.

yes, you cried. moving on.

seeing seungcheol again, and unexpectedly so, definitely set you a few steps back in whatever emotional healing you had done in the past few months. and it definitely made you doubt your own abilities as a lawyer. if you couldn’t put aside your personal feelings and instead focus on helping a guy who was being wrongfully accused, were you even meant to practice the law? but you had worked far too hard and sacrificed far too much to let these thoughts cloud your judgment and confidence, so you told yourself that even if you had to be in seungcheol’s proximity for the foreseeable future, your main priority was winning this case. for jihoon, and for yourself.

of course, planning to ignore the obvious feelings you still harbored for your ex-boyfriend was way easier than actually ignoring them. now, as you were gathering your things to meet wonwoo in the conference room he was stationed in, you were also mentally preparing yourself for the off-chance that you would bump into seungcheol again. considering how your luck’s been going in the past few weeks, you think the chances are pretty high.

walking through the halls of PLEDIS felt oddly familiar, and yet strange at the same time. when you and seungcheol first started dating, the label was just starting out, carrying all its business in a measly two-story building on the outskirts of town. you felt a tiny knot forming at the back of your throat, thinking how crazy it was to have witnessed the immense growth that seungcheol went through as an artist and a person, and now, to be walking amongst the fruits of the labor of his work, and so many other people’s, who built the label from the ground up.

as you grow nearer to the conference room where wonwoo was most likely waiting for you, you suddenly catch a whiff of a scent all too familiar to you. musky notes of jasmine and bergamot fill your senses, and for a brief moment, you feel an almost supernatural pull urging you to follow the indistinguishable fragrance.

you know exactly where it leads. but now is not the time.

before you can push the door open and walk into the room, your phone’s screen lights up with a text message. ‘hey honey. can you call when you have the time? she’s not having a very good day…’

you sigh, before dialing your mom’s number.

four years ago

seungcheol always smelled divine.

over the years, you’d heard so many of your friends go on and on about their boyfriends’ perfumes, and how once they found the right scent, they could charm the pants off of them with just the smell of their cologne. to you, that idea seemed entirely far-fetched, because, after all, people aren’t dogs. who in their right mind would base their selection of a partner on something as feeble as smell? even more so, an artificial smell, that didn’t even last forever.

clearly, since a few weeks ago, you haven’t been in your right mind, because you swore there was nothing better in this world than the way seungcheol smelled.

all your friends kept telling you that they’d never seen you act like this before. the honeymoon phase of your relationship had hit you pretty hard, and you were completely smitten with cheol. his smile, his eyes, his dimples, his laugh, his hair, his charm… and his scent, you couldn’t get enough of him. and now, as you were making your way towards PLEDIS together, you couldn’t help but wish you could nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck and stay there forever.

it was your first time seeing where seungcheol worked. you had been wanting to see his studio ever since he had first told you about his job (and proved that he wasn’t one of those wannabe soundcloud rappers or whatever), but considering the label wasn’t exactly in a central location, getting there proved slightly difficult. not to mention that most days, your classes ran pretty late, and seungcheol shared his studio with jihoon, the other music producer at PLEDIS, which meant you couldn’t pop in whenever you had a window of free time, so as to not disturb them.

that night, however, seungcheol decided you deserved a break from your studies, and since your midterms were coming up, it might have been one of the last times you could afford to go out before getting swept up in the craziness of exam season. so after your last class of the day, seungcheol picked you up from campus and drove you outside of town, where PLEDIS stood.

“are you absolutely sure it’s alright for me to be here? i don’t want you to get in trouble with your… superiors, if that’s what you call them,” you said, walking up the stairs closely behind cheol.

“i already told you, it’s fine! besides, you’re not planning to steal any confidential information and spread it online, are you?” he teased, stopping in front of a door that you assumed was his studio.

“hmm, i don’t know… what makes you think i’m not secretly working for one of your competitors?”

seungcheol chuckled, shaking his head, before looking back at you. “oh, baby, you and i both know you like me too much to hurt me so,” he said, finally unlocking the door and letting you step inside.

well, he wasn’t wrong.

to most people, seungcheol and jihoon’s studio might not have looked like much. it held all the standard recording and mixing equipment one would expect to find there, along with personal touches from the boys, like pictures with their friends, some posters, a couple of cd racks, as well as a couch and two huge leather desk chairs. one the other side, inside the recording booth, you could see a keyboard, a couple of guitars, and a drum set, as well as some microphones, of course. to someone who’s never stepped foot in a recording studio before, like you, the place was amazing. and not just because cheol worked in there.

“i know it’s not a lot…” seungcheol mumbles, moving besides you, his arm stretched out in a way that said you could walk around.

your hands grazed the equipment on his desk, holding yourself back in fear of breaking something. “i like it, cheol. it’s homely, and cozy. definitely a good space to get those creative juices flowing,” you gave him a genuine smile, which you could tell instantly put him at ease from the way his shoulders visibly relaxed. he grinned at you, pulling up next to you by the sound board.

“you wanna see how the magic happens?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. you couldn’t help but groan, rolling your eyes.

“cheol, that was so cheesy… but yes, i do. please,” you said, giddy smiles taking over both of your faces.

“okay! come here,” he said, pulling you into his lap as he sat down in his desk chair. you felt your cheeks heat up at his actions, so natural and nonchalant, totally unaware of the effect he had on you. how could he be so oblivious, and quite literally torture you so? being so close to him now, his cologne starting to overpower your senses, you were sure to go dizzy.

“i’m gonna use one of the demos i have here, but for the record, i did not play anything for you while you were here, got it?” seungcheol said, opening an audio file on his laptop.

“yes, sir!” you gave him a wink, his ears turning red. cute.

for the next couple of minutes, seungcheol gives you a rundown on the soundboard, showing you what goes into recording and mixing a song, and even letting you play around with the different settings for pitch and autotune. even though it was all very interesting, nothing compared to just watching seungcheol’s excitement and passion while talking about music. every time your conversations would somehow turn towards music, his face would light up like a kid’s on christmas morning, his whole body animatedly gesturing while he rattled on about his favorite artists and composers, whatever new album came out that week, and even why a song with a good bass line is guaranteed to become a hit (yes, that was an actual discussion the two of you had once). seeing the obvious love he harbored for this art form made you ten times more enamored with him. you could already tell his passion and hard work were going to take him places, and you couldn’t wait to see it all.

“cheol? how did you know you wanted to do music?” you asked, turning to look up at your boyfriend.

“oh, wow, we’re going for the deep stuff, huh?” he laughed.

“you don’t have to share if you don’t want to, i was just curious… you always talk so passionately about it, i could just tell it means a lot to you.”

seungcheol sighed, leaning back into the chair. “it’s alright. i really don’t know how i got here, to be honest. i’ve always been interested in music, and found myself writing and experimenting with sound. one day, i just knew that i couldn’t really picture myself doing anything else. so i focused on that and worked my ass off, i guess.”

“well, clearly?! we’re sitting in your own studio! i’d say you’re doing pretty great,” you exclaimed, smiling at seungcheol’s blushing cheeks. “you should be proud of yourself, cheol, really.”

seungcheol can’t even look at you right now, too overcome with giddiness at the onslaught of compliments you’re suddenly throwing his way. instead, he shoves his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling a quiet ‘thanks.’

“is it hard to come up with new music?” you continue, playing with the strings of the hoodie he was wearing.

“hmm, it depends,” his voice is muffled, and you flinch at the ticklish feeling of his breath fanning on your neck. “there are days when i can put down a whole song and melody at once; sometimes it takes me weeks to be satisfied with a song i’m working on. but lately i’ve been feeling more… inspired than usual, so it’s been going pretty well.”

you turn your face towards him, a teasing smile stretching across your lips. “oh, really? how come?”

seungcheol returns your smile, his fingers pressing slightly harder into your skin where they sat on your waist. “just someone i met recently… they’re really nice and beautiful and funny and smart,” now it was your turn to grow shy, feeling your cheeks and chest grow warm at the implication of his words. “but i think jihoon is growing tired of all the ballads i’ve been writing.”

you both fall into a fit of giggles, your faces so impossibly close, your noses brush. “poor jihoon… whatever will he do?” you whisper, and before you can breathe in again, seungcheol’s lips fall against yours.

the air in your lungs dissipates in seconds. your entire body is ablaze, and you swear your hearing no longer registers the music playing from seungcheol’s laptop, instead becoming attuned to the sound of cheol’s soft sighs. you want this moment to last forever, to melt into his embrace, ingrain yourself into his very existence. his lips grow more and more fervent against yours, and you swear your mind goes blank, the only thought even going through your head in that moment a chant of his name. cheol, cheol, cheol, cheol…

later that night, once you’re home, getting ready for bed, you catch a whiff of seungcheol’s cologne again, the scents of his perfume imbued into your sweatshirt. you can’t help but smile like an idiot.

you didn’t wash that sweatshirt for a week after.

no matter how much seungcheol loved his friends, he couldn’t go on another second hearing jeonghan and joshua discuss whether they should choose lilies or hydrangeas for their wedding (because the good ol’ rose is too much of a cliche, apparently, according to joshua).

an exasperated sigh escaped him, his whole body slouching from the weight of the gloom he was carrying. jeonghan and joshua, who had been animatedly bantering over wedding preparations, suddenly go quiet, their heads snapping up to look at their friend. if this was a cartoon, they swore you would see a huge, gray cloud hanging above his head.

“alright, you gotta tell us what’s got you all pouty and gloomy, because this? this is just sad, cheol,” said joshua, gesturing at seungcheol’s crouched figure.

he sighed again, but straightened his back this time. the truth was, nothing particularly bad had happened today. but the day hadn’t gone as seungcheol had initially planned.

that morning, seungcheol had arrived at work determined to talk to you. seeing you again earlier that week had broken down the walls seungcheol had put up in the months following your breakup, and all the emotions he had tried pushing behind those walls – anger, sadness, frustration, yearning, love – were slowly, but surely, seeping back in. there was no point denying it anymore; seungcheol was not ready to let go just yet.

taking jihoon’s advice to heart, he decided to ‘grow some balls’ and initiate a discussion with you, one that you probably should’ve had before any of the shit that went down between the two of you could’ve gone down. seungcheol knew, deep down, that you were hiding something, and thought that once both of your cards were out on the table, you could either work on fixing what’s been broken, or you could both gain some closure and move on with your lives.

seungcheol was desperately hoping for the first option.

either way, whatever plans seungcheol had made were quickly put on hold when he arrived at his meeting and only found your colleague, jeon wonwoo, waiting for him in the conference room. he’d made himself look like an idiot, bluntly asking about your whereabouts, disappointment clear on his face at your lack of presence, which only got him an inscrutable look from wonwoo (who made a mental note to check in with you about this little outburst, for safety reasons). wonwoo hadn’t mentioned anything about you throughout the interview, which in retrospect, seungcheol realized, was more than normal, considering wonwoo probably had no idea that the two of you even dated before. if anyone at your firm would’ve known about your previous relationship, he imagines you wouldn’t even be here, working on this case. conflict of interest and all.

in the end, seungcheol had no idea whether you were even at PLEDIS at all, and didn’t even have time to ask around for you, having a number of recording sessions planned for the rest of the morning. it wasn’t until jeonghan called and invited him out for lunch with him and joshua, that seungcheol left his studio again. when his friends greeted him outside the restaurant they decided on, they held back from commenting on his sulky expression.

seungcheol didn’t tell them that he had half a mind to turn down their invitation when he heard where the couple wanted to meet. IL GRATO was your favorite place in town (you used to say because it was where seungcheol had taken you on your first date), and the restaurant held plenty of the many happy memories you and seungcheol had made over the years. obviously, seungcheol wasn’t particularly keen on revisiting them today, but he didn’t want to seem more pathetic than he already felt, so he shut up and pretended everything was fine.

that didn’t last long, evidently.

“why don’t you just call her? she’s obligated to answer, now that she’s working on jihoon’s situation, right? ask to schedule a meeting with her or something,” jeonghan said, sipping on his glass of prosecco.

“and what reason could i give her for a meeting? that jeon dude already asked me anything he could about jihoon, so i can’t use anything about the case,” seungcheol mumbled. “and saying i wanna discuss the clear unresolved feelings left between us is guaranteed to get her to hang up on me.”

joshua, who had been intently listening to seungcheol’s whines, suddenly perks up, grabbing seungcheol’s shoulder. “cheol, didn’t you mention jeon said he still had some interviews lined up after lunch time?”

seungcheol frowned. “yeah? what difference does it make?”

“well, dumbass, if Y/N was in fact at PLEDIS all this time, that means that she’s probably in one of the conference rooms on the same floor as him. and since most staff clock out at 5 p.m., i’d say you still have about half an hour to go back, find her, and talk to her. like you said you wanted,” joshua explained pointedly, giving seungcheol a look that screamed you have to do it or else i will hurt you.

joshua was right. how could he have been so stupid, to completely overlook what wonwoo had mentioned off-handedly at the end of their meeting. he hadn’t even considered the possibility that you and wonwoo had split up to cover more ground in collecting testimonies, and now he was at risk of completely missing his chance to see you, unless he hauled ass to PLEDIS immediately.

seungcheol shot up from his seat, quickly gathering his things and throwing his credit card on the table, before dashing for the front door. “you guys are the best! lunch is on me!” he shouted, before taking off running.

jeonghan and joshua look at each other, before bursting into giggles. jeonghan sighs, “i need them to resolve this issue before the wedding, really. i won’t be able to handle it if seungcheol mopes around during the whole ceremony.”

joshua cooed, rolling his eyes. “you simply can’t rush love, babe,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to his lover’s cheek.

jeonghan rolled his eyes, turning his attention to the spreadsheet full of wedding prep details laid out on the table. a mischievous glint gleamed in his eyes, as he turned to look at joshua. “so, my dear joshuji, how about lilies for the flower displays?”

“JEONGHAN, I SAID NO!”

nine months ago

when you and seungcheol arrived at IL GRATO, jeonghan and joshua were already inside, patiently waiting at the table they had booked for your party of four, wearing two oddly calm smiles on their faces.

to say you and seungcheol weren’t suspicious at all would be a lie.

jeonghan had called earlier that week to invite the two of you on a double date that weekend – which wasn’t unusual, since the four of you had been going on dates like these since forever  – but what had put you and seungcheol on edge was the ‘news’ jeonghan mentioned he and joshua had to share.

you and seungcheol had been going through a rough patch in the past two weeks, and this fact wasn’t unknown to your group of friends. the two of you were not the type to air out your dirty laundry, so for your friends to notice the growing tension between you meant that things were truly going badly. even though neither you or seungcheol had verbalized this to each other, you were both worried that tonight’s double date was just a cover up for an intervention, aimed to make you and seungcheol work through whatever it was bothering you two. jeonghan and joshua were seungcheol’s oldest and closest friends, and they never shied away from confronting seungcheol (and you, after you were welcomed into their friend group), especially when it came to his well-being, both physical and mental. you had been preparing your defense all week, just in case they decided to bring the situation up (and you also realized how desperately you needed a break from work).

after settling in and exchanging common pleasantries about your lives and work, the four of you put in your orders (jeonghan ordering the most expensive bottle of champagne on the menu, much to yours and seungcheol’s surprise), and after the waiter brought the drinks along, you decided to bite the bullet and ask the question that had been bothering you all week.

“so, you two said you had some news to share, right?”

jeonghan and joshua exchange a secretive look, and you only just notice the blush that seems to grace their faces. they looked like teenagers in love. you couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of envy.

“i guess there’s no reason to beat around the bush…” joshua said, looking again towards jeonghan.

“we’re getting married!” the other continues, leaning back into his seat to throw an arm around joshua, grinning from ear to ear.

silence falls over the table, as you and seungcheol drink in jeonghan’s revelation. you jump out of your seat, genuine excitement and joy overtaking you, as you walk around the table to hug and congratulate the two men. a string of high-pitched ‘oh my gods’ leave your lips, gaining the attention of a few other restaurant patrons, but you honestly couldn’t care less, too happy for your dear friends to pay attention to them.

as you make your way back to your seat, holding tightly onto joshua’s hand, you notice that seungcheol was eerily quiet, silently watching his friends, his eyes wide and unblinking. you lay a hand onto his arm, squeezing. “cheol… aren’t you going to say something?” you whisper.

that seems to snap him out of his daze, a gasp escaping him, before his hands come up to cover his face. you, joshua, and jeonghan exchange a concerned look, completely blindsided by seungcheol’s unexpected reaction, since he was as one of jeonghan and joshua’s loudest supporters (he had been betting on the two of them getting together since they were teenagers). but before either of you can say something else, seungcheol looks up, unshed tears swimming along his lash line.

“i’m sorry, i just…” he pauses, as if trying to find the right words. “i just can’t… believe… that neither of you told me! you traitors! you were planning to get engaged and i just find out at the same time as everyone else?” seungcheol pouts, his dramatics leaving the rest of you in tears.

“hey! what is that supposed to mean?” you tease, trying to calm your laughter down.

“no offense, baby, but me and the boys? we have history,” seungcheol winks, before turning back to his friends. “which means i should have priority to all life-changing news in your lives!”

the table falls into laughter once again, before jeonghan and joshua proceed to give you and seungcheol all the details he was claiming they had been keeping away from him. the rest of the evening goes like this, drinks and food shared around, and you almost forget about whatever problems your own relationship has been having, too busy reveling in the love radiating from the couple in front of you.

that night, on the drive home, you and seungcheol fall into comfortable silence, a first in the past weeks. you don’t know if it’s the buzz from the alcohol you drank, or the crooning voice of whatever singer was playing on the radio, but you can’t help but look over to seungcheol’s side, your eyes glancing over the side of his face. he was so handsome, cheeks blushed and hair messy from tonight’s laughter. you wanted to lean over and run the tips of your fingers over the edges of his face, pour everything you couldn’t say into just one touch. please forgive me, just trust me…

“what’s the staring for?” seungcheol speaks, and you whip your head around, looking out the window on your side.

“ah, i wasn’t staring!” you mumble, feeling your face grow hot. “was just thinking… about tonight.”

he smiles, briefly glancing your way. “me too,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.

a beat passes before seungcheol speaks up again. “when we get married, what would you want our wedding to be like?”

your heart swells when you realize he said ‘when’ instead of ‘if,’ but you can’t help but tease him a little bit. “‘when?’ i haven’t even said ‘yes’ yet, cheollie,” you smirk, turning your face towards him again.

evidently, seungcheol catches onto your little joke, but he plays into it. “emphasis on ‘yet’, baby. now answer the question!”

“okay, okay,” you chuckle. “well, i think i’d like something small… just our closest family and friends… maybe somewhere outside the city, like in the countryside, something like that,” you say decidedly, already daydreaming about all the possibilities.

“what about the beach? i think a beach wedding would be so cool… do you think your mom would let us have it at her beach house?” seungcheol says, an excited glimmer evident in his eyes.

he completely misses how your face falls at the mention of your mother, but you quickly mask it by nonchalantly agreeing with him. “i don’t see why not, she would probably love that…”

the rest of the drive goes by fast, the two of you bantering over silly wedding things like flowers, color palettes, and music selection (obviously), before you finally arrive home. inside, you both move lazily, drunk on love – or the leftover champagne in your systems – slowly undressing, stealing kisses, exchanging giggles and tantalizing looks… for the first time in weeks, you feel a sense of peace cover you, a quiet voice in the back of your mind assuring you that everything was going to be alright, and you embrace the feeling, falling into seungcheol as he whispers sweet nothings into your ears.

just as you’re about to fall into bed, your phone starts ringing from the floor of the bedroom, and at first you ignore it, too caught up in the feeling of seungcheol’s mouth against you, but the noise is insistent, and cheol detaches from you with a groan, urging you to see who’s bothering you in the middle of the night.

seungcheol can’t see the name on your screen, but when you tell him it’s your mom, he motions for you to take the call – she wouldn’t call this late unless there was an emergency, after all – but much to his surprise, you shuffle to find a shirt to put on, before you leave the room to take the call. from the bedroom, he can only hear muffled snippets of your conversation, and the tone of your voice is too ambiguous for him to guess how the talk is going.

when you come back, he doesn’t bring up the fact that you’d never gone to another room to take a call before. ever.

as soon as the clock on the wall reads 5 p.m., you bring the final interview you had scheduled for the day to an end, and as you say your goodbyes to the woman from the marketing department, wonwoo walks into the conference room, struggling to balance a stack of papers in his hands. you rush towards him, picking up part of the papers.

“woah, are these all the testimonies from your part of the staff?” you question, marveling at the size of the stack wonwoo brought in.

“yeah, crazy, isn’t it? i still can’t believe so many people came forward for this guy,” wonwoo replies, setting down his shoulder bag on the table. his shoulders seem tense, a whole day sitting at a desk clearly taking a toll on him.

“well, he’s clearly appreciated. everyone who i talked with only had good things to say about him,” you say nonchalantly, flicking through the papers, trying to pretend like you weren’t already aware of jihoon’s stellar reputation. each piece of paper seemed to be a reformulation of what the previous person mentioned, everybody mentioning similar qualities and compliments regarding him.

after you and wonwoo go over the information you both collected today, making a game plan for the next steps that needed to be taken, you both gather your things to finally go home for the day, exhaustion setting in. although the day hadn’t been particularly stressful, the possibility of bumping into seungcheol had caused you much more anxiety than usual, and you honestly couldn’t wait to get out of here and finally be able to breathe normally.

as you wait for the elevator – which seems to be taking its sweet time, moving in slow motion to the seventh floor – you hear wonwoo mumble under his breath, before he lets out an “oh, fucking hell.” ever the proper gentleman, he catches himself, and swiftly apologizes for his choice of words.

you chuckle, waving your hand to dismiss his unnecessary apology. “what’s wrong?”

“i’m missing some documents… i think i left them in the room i was in this morning, i’ll go after them. you go ahead and get going, i don’t want to hold you back any longer,” he explains, already turning around to head for the conference room.

“are you sure? i don’t mind wa–”

“i’m sure! go, you deserve to rest,” he shouts, disappearing around the corner of the hallway.

you sigh, shaking your head, but appreciating the gesture nevertheless. the elevator bell dings, and the doors open to reveal an empty cabin. you breathe out a sigh of relief, thankful for the silence. you press the button for the ground floor, and close your eyes, leaning against the back wall of the elevator, hoping to ease the sting that came from staring into a computer screen for a whole day.

your peace and quiet is short-lived however, as the elevator only manages to go down to the sixth floor before stopping again. you sigh, preparing yourself for the onslaught of tired employees who were most likely rushing to get home as well. however, when you open your eyes, there’s only one other pair staring into yours, and you feel all the air inside your lungs dissipating, leaving you breathless.

seungcheol is standing in front of you, wearing an equally speechless look on his face. the two of you stare at each other, almost as if you’re scared to move, in fear of disrupting the karmic force that brought this moment upon you even more. you wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole, feeling completely unprepared for this situation. you’d thought you were finally out of the woods, that you’d be able to go home in peace and not think about the case, about cheol, about anything anymore, at least for tonight.

clearly, the universe had other plans for you.

seungcheol seems to snap out of his daze when the doors of the elevator start to close again, his arm shooting out to stop them and finally stepping inside. as the doors close behind him and the elevator resumes its course downwards, you suddenly feel like the cabin is ten times smaller than it was a few moments ago, your body instinctively moving to one of the corners of the elevator. seungcheol naturally takes over the corner opposite from you, and you can feel his eyes on you with every step he takes.

you can’t fucking breathe, and you can’t believe he still has such a hold over your body.

“hi.”

“hi.”

you both say it at the same time, and under different circumstances, the two of you might’ve erupted in giggles at the coincidence. in this moment, however, the tension between you is so palpable, it’s almost constricting.

“how’s jihoon’s case going?” seungcheol asks, and you feel almost grateful for him taking the initiative to fill the silence.

“it’s good, yeah. we had a productive day, gathered a lot of info,” you say, clearing your throat. why were you being so goddamn awkward?

seungcheol nods, humming, silence filling the space once again. you dared to sneak a glance in his direction, noticing his furrowed brows and pursed mouth. four months could not erase everything you learned about cheol in four years, and you immediately recognized his ‘i’m trying to find the right words’ look. you sigh, knowing exactly what’s inevitably coming, so you decide to put seungcheol out of his misery.

“seungcheol,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. your eyes meet in the quiet of the elevator. “just ask me. just ask me what’s bothering you. at this point, should we even beat around the bush with each other anymore?”

seungcheol opens his mouth, then decides against it. he shakes his head, sighing, before looking back at you. “i’m not ready to let go yet,” he murmurs.

your voice trembles as you try to keep your tears at bay. “cheol… why are you doing this? i mean, why are you doing this to yourself?! things haven’t been working out between us for months, and i– i was terrible to you! you should let me go, why can’t you just… leave me alone?”

seungcheol’s eyes widen, an almost crazed glint appearing behind them. “leave– leave you alone? are you fucking kidding me?” his voice rises in volume, as he takes a few steps closer. “i can’t leave you alone, because i gave you four years of my fucking life, yeah? and in those years i learned all there is to know about you. unless everything you’ve ever told me was just an act, i’ve learned how to tell when you’re lying, and i’ve learned how to tell when you’re struggling, and you know what? you’re doing both right now!”

your hands start shaking, frustration bubbling inside your chest. “i don’t need you looking out for me, alright? i can take care of myself! and i’m fine, for your information!”

“bullshit! you’re not fine, and you know why? because for three years, everything was perfectly fine with us, and then all of a sudden last year, something happened, yeah? i don’t know what exactly, because you won’t fucking tell me, but something happened that made you squeamish around me, distant, paranoid, and– and careless! you stopped caring about me, about us!”

“i didn’t stop caring!”  you croaked, your throat raw from holding back your tears. seungcheol’s eyes softened slightly at the sight of your tears finally let loose on your cheeks. “i just… i…”

seungcheol closes the last of the distance between you, standing right in front of you now. “Y/N… baby… if you’re in some sort of trouble, please… just tell me. there’s nothing you could say that could scare me or drive me away. i know you can take care of yourself, but you don’t have to! please, just… no more lies, please…”

your eyes meet his, the sincerity and love swimming in them bringing even more tears to your eyes. you could just tell him right now, let everything that’s been weighing down on you for the past year spill out all at once… but you can’t. you would never forgive yourself to come in between seungcheol and his work, his dreams… your burdens couldn’t be his burdens. you just can’t allow it.

“cheol… i ca–”

“okay, i need you to take five steps away from her, or i will physically remove you, hyung. no matter that you are older and stronger than me,” comes a voice from your right. in your fight-induced stupor, neither you nor seungcheol had realized that the elevator had reached the ground floor, the doors opening to reveal one of your favorite people on earth.

thank god for boo seungkwan.

[pathetickuroo]

fukutora hcs bc theyre funny

- fukunaga shohei #1 lover of badddd bad bad bad movies. terrible films. not good. we're talking sharknado snakes on a plane willys wonderland velocipastor that one thanksgiving slasher film that i cant remember the name of rn (dont think abt the mechanics of it being a thanksgiving movie too hard). generally not a movie enjoyer i think but most certainly clocking in for shit that is Not Good

- tora is baffled every time but definitely not opposed to it (this guy loves cuddling on the couch i think he hits the fake yawn arm around shoulders maneuver like. regularlyyyy and fukunaga doesnt even pretend to think its silly anymore)

- "shohei this movie doesnt even make any sense" "🤷"

- tora the hugger from behind of All Time he is finding any possible excuse. "u look cold" or "makin up for lost time" or "i have practice in an hour plsss plssssss just let me have this PLSSSSSSS" (he uses that one in particular a lot) (fukunaga wouldnt have said no in the first place) (he thinks its cute so he doesnt say anything abt it)

- repressed-as-hell hs tora did not quiteee know what to do w whatever tf he had goin on so he didnt get the guts (ha) to say anything until a couple years after graduation (which he then said over text bc yokohama -> tokyo = long distance)

- fukunaga conveys thoughts in as few words as possible (which is fucking awesome btw if fukunaga has no fans it means ive died) BUT in order to preserve the meaning it sometimes takes a second to respond

- tora did Not have a good time attempting to navigate this when he was trying to confess

- bro immediately started freaking out to yaku "DUDE WHY DID I DO THAT THAT WAS SO STUPID" "omfg its fukunaga give him a second. impatient ass" "I THINK IM DYING" "jfc"

- meanwhile in tokyo fukunaga was staring at "i rly like u dude" trying to figure out if tora meant like (homie) or like (w/gay intent)

- fukunaga only ever calls tora by his full government given name when he is Displeased. tora used the pan he needed for dinner tn so now he has to wash it? taketora. tora rearranges his living room w no warning? taketora. doesnt even say it in a mean/angry tone or anything j matter of fact as all hell. honestly i think if fukunaga was ever genuinely angry abt smth hell would probably freeze over

- tora does get extremely pouty abt it tho. "shoheiii what did i do :(" "the pan" ".......OH FUC—"

- when tora first moved to yokohama he got a cat bc of course he did he graduated from nekoma. tf else was he supposed to do, get a dog? (maybe in the future)

- very very fluffy very cute very sweet tuxedo girl. her name is "destroyer" (yes really) he calls her badass on the reg and she is sooo cuddly w him. fukunaga finds all of this extremely funny

- in fact when fukunaga starts visiting suddenly destroyer doesnt gaf abt tora anymore. worse than pain of death in his opinion it is So Not Fair. first thing fukunaga does after he meets the cat is send a pic to the old nekoma gc "top 10 cats that like me more than they like their owners" tora throws a pillow at him "i RAISED her from a BABY" "did u rly" ".....NO BUT IT AINT RIGHT"

- after theyve been together a few months toras thinkin abt how fukunaga used to Never Talk Ever and he makes a joke "ha i guess i learned how to speak BODY language am i right. right shohei. thats funny right"

- fukunaga calls him taketora for a week. tora retires that joke permanently and they never speak of it again

- tora morning person fukunaga not-exactly-a-night-owl-but-doesnt-love-being-awake-at-5:30 person. one time fukunagas in yokohama for the weekend he wakes up at 6 annoyed as hell (tora got up at 5 and left for a run) bc wtf his pillow literally got up and walked away. falls back asleep wakes up again at 10 tora made not only coffee but pancakes too AND heated them up for him hes immediately like ok nvm this is fine actually no complaints (<- still gets annoyed when his human teddy bear ditches him)

- TORA BABE SAYER. hey babe thanks babe i missed u babe. but it took him foreverrrrrr (forever) to get comfortable actually saying it instead of thinkin inside so there was also (and still is) a lot of dude (romantic) bro (romantic) man (romantic).

- fukunaga doesnt like saying pet names or anything (but to be fair does he like saying ANYTHING most of the time) but does not mind being called them at all (that's a lie he thinks it's awesome and so so so sweet but when tora asks if it's okay he says he doesn't mind)

[pomegranate-pen]

Are you planning on doing any more lackadaisy rocky x reader stuff 👀 I just really liked the one's you've done and love your writing! No pressure tho 💙

sketches and poems

Rocky Rickaby x gn!reader

summary: in which living with Rocky has become a delight.

waning: tooth-rotting fluff. absolute love for Rocky. reader and Rocky are both down BAD. just, just pure absolute fluff I just wanted this silly cat to be happy for once.

Usually, if asked what you’d do on a daily basis for a calming weekend, you’d say that unfortunately, the morning routine has controlled your head, and you keep forgetting to turn off your alarm clock on those days, so you’re left with waking up at six a.m. with a grumble. But, nothing stays forever, does it? and luckily enough, (or maybe unlucky?) Rocky has accidentally broken your alarm clock with his frantic movements when he’s asleep. And now, you can sleep as deep as you want, with your silly favorite bootlegger right beside you.

Rocky was a hugger, day and night he’d just love any physical contact he could have with you. and the weekends? Oh, they are no excuse to not be attached, in fact, the very idea of being able to cuddle with you till noon is why Rocky has started to like weekends.

Even if you do end up instinctively waking up right near six a.m., Rocky’s tight grip on you will not loosen one bit, and you’ll have to drift off to sleep or if there truly was an important matter, you’d have to wiggle yourself out with all you could muster. But you would be met with a still sleeping, now sleep-talking and perhaps even sleep-walking Rocky who urges you to come back.  

it could be presumed that he's so deeply asleep all the time because of how much he wasn’t when his living arrangements were….well…inside of a beaten down car. With so many supplies in the back that there was very little space left for him, he must’ve slept a very small amount during the days. Something about that makes your heart ache. Seeing how comfortable he seems now, snoring a bit and hugging the blanket as a replacement for your presence, then grumbling and shifting around to find you instead, you can’t help but feel happy. It’s good to see your boyfriend finally get the proper sleep he deserves. As much as he thinks he doesn’t need it, it's a necessity in anyone’s life.

Sure, the bed was small, but you two made do. yeah, Rocky did get up most of the space in the middle of the night while moving around, and you were left at the edge of the bed more times than you could count, but it was all worth it. especially when he suddenly drags you back to the middle of the bed and wraps his arms around you. nuzzling his face right at the crook of your neck without even waking up.

You thanked fate for letting you find out about where he lived that certain night. Where the streets were quiet and he was dropping you off with his car. By seeing the backseat, you started questioning him, and as brows furrowed and his tail wagged, all while he was trying to change the subject, you knew something was up and offered for him to stay the night at your place.   

He begrudgingly agreed, though his stubbornness was quickly replaced by excitement as this is the first time he’d see your apartment. One night became two, and it soon became three with a lot of convincing. And luckily enough, the three-day counter has made it become a regular thing.

On usual weekdays, you’d urge him to get up at six, so you could both eat something and then go to work. He’d insist on having pancakes, or at the very least the ignored brother of it, waffles(his words, not yours.). but that takes a while to make, and the walk to your workplace is long enough, so you have to convince him why he can’t have that this morning, and why it’s quite unhealthy to have it every single day.

“but…Pancakes!” is his only reason, yet his eyes are the main weapon of his, with blown pupils and a pouty frown, you’re always almost convinced to quickly make them, but win against those urges with the excuse of running out of milk.

“But.. didn't I just buy some yesterday?”

“Rocky.”

He pouts, but grabs his hat and follows you to the door. “ fine, you win this time. “ In fact, you win every time. And besides, you do have pancakes, but just in the morning weekends as brunches, something he’s starting to adore.  

Usually, weekends for him were no excuse for not going to the speakeasy, though most of his co-workers also feel it to be pointless not to go to the place, since the ‘work’ they have isn't much anyways, Mitzi herself at some point suggested to Rickaby to take a break once a week. Though it should be mentioned, this was said right after Mitzi told Rocky there’s not much to do for the day, and he in rather a fit of desperation or just pure boredom, made the most gruesome cocktail that had their dear regular Wick almost throw up and get a stomach bug the very next morning.

“I don’t understand why it affected him this strangely though.” Rocky spoke, now fully awake and stomach full with the pancakes you made together. He opened the small refrigerator you had for a moment, brows furrowing in contemplation while his lips munched up into, what you like to call, his ‘contemplation pout’. “ perhaps I should make a non-alcoholic substitute for it here for us to try?”

You panicked, quickly putting down your pencil and looking at him with a wary smile. “uh…how about you not do that and help me with some warm-up sketches instead?”

People weren’t lying, life as an artist can be quite a struggle. Perhaps that’s why you didn’t choose that path, there weren’t many jobs to decide on, nor were there any good ones with decent pay. Though, despite your average day job at an office paying the rent just fine, you can’t help but pick up your pencil and start sketching here and there, an occurrence which only doubled in activity when Rocky visited more often.

“did you draw this?” he had asked that night, the third one of him sleeping here to be exact. His eyes lit up when you nodded.

“it’s not the best though.” You take the paper from him, with one glance at the artwork you immediately noticed every little flaw it had. From the messy lines to the shading being too much or too little in some places. Truly, not your best work. Though, Rocky begged to differ.

“Are you joking? “ he grabs the paper from you, bringing it up to the small lamp light above you. as if he wanted to thoroughly inspect every crevice.

 “ Why this flop of paper has been given an infinite amount of worth with your drawings on it.”

“Don’t try to flatter me, Rickaby.”

“I’m merely saying the truth!” his toothy grin makes you feel bashful. “ you should do it more often, and wouldn’t it be romantic? A poet and an artist-“Before you know it, the drawing is set on a counter as he fiddles with the coffee pot and messily pours in a mug of coffee, a mess of syrup along with it. in a moment, you're reminded of how many syrup bottles have been consumed this past month. “ in a world full of cruel grubby hands of exploiting businessmen taking away individuality, the artist and their poet-and violinist-strumming through the world with peace…” he takes a sip. “…and coffee.”

--

“how do you think people in the past, before the gargantuan rise of photography, would stand behind a painting for hours? Without seeing the work nor the pretty painter behind it?”

“Are you getting tired?”

“….perhaps.” Rocky’s form shakes a bit, trying to be still as much as he can be for one of the warmup sketches you’ve decided to add more details on. he was thankful that at least he was sitting for this form, if not, standing would’ve made it more difficult.

“Well, I believe they do take breaks in between the session. Or that’s just what I’ve read in books.” As you continue the conversation, you glance up at him, noticing that he’s getting quite uncomfortable by the second. “ do you want to take a break?”

He looks back at you with a cheeky grin. “if my dear artist permits it.”

You snort. “ I’ll allow it.” he gets up, walking up to you to see the progress, yet your hands come to block his path and bring the sketch further into your chest in retaliation. “it’s not done yet.”

“Can’t the muse take one glance at the work?” he pouts, pupils widening up to that pleading look that always won you ever. 'But not this time', you try to repeat in your head, resisting the urge of showing him the sketch. “ not until the work is done.” Was your reply, one to that he grunted a bit at and walked around the place instead. With his roaming around, there also was a suggestion. “ maybe a little poem then? Could there be a chance that’ll help my case in stealing a glance at the work?”

“Play your cards right and we’ll see.”

He gives a silly short bow. “As you wish.”

“Pencils skurrying across the paper in glee, a fresh batch of paint near thee, though the artist themselves are as gorgeous as they can be, they find solace in their lover’s art of poetry, but why does such a bard stand still you say? Why it’s because if there’s no muse there’s no art on display!” he looks back at you right as he finished the poem. “was that good enough?”

“You know you can always win me over with those poems.” He smiles a bit giddy and his tail wags in delight. 

“so can I see it?”

“Nope!”

After a few more stubborn acts from you by constantly blocking his view and moving farther away from him, from the couch to the kitchen, from kitchen to the bathroom where you locked the door, you heard a groan of annoyance from him, now giving up and leaving for you finish up the work.

“I promise I’ll show it to you when it’s done!” you shout, though you were a bit too focused on not blurring the shadows with the back of your hand rather than his response.

Though it took a bit more time, and a lot of pain for your eraser, you managed to finish up the piece. Some parts have become a bit smudged up, and you tried your best not to add too many detailed shadows that could possibly ruin the simple piece, but it was nice. a good work, you'd say. ( even if your mind was degrading you and continuously berating you for making the most horrendous garbage on earth and making your boyfriend look bad in it-)

With opening the lock and twisting the door knob, you’re surprised to not see Rocky waiting for you, rather, you search around and find him in the living room, sitting on the couch with a starry-eyed look on his face, his tail slowly tapping the couch ever five seconds with his ears twitching every three.

“…Rocky?”

It takes you a moment to realize a notebook that was in his grasp. Your notebook.

He looks up to you in a frenzied delight. “you wrote a poem for me?”

“you looked through my bag?!”

“Could you read it to me?” he frantically gets up and shoves the paper into your hand, completely ignoring your question. And to his fortune, you completely forget about your question as well. Now embarrassment replacing the shock you had when you take a glance at the paper.

“It’s just a dumb drabble” you tried to excuse. “ it’s- it’s honestly not worth reading and you already…” Oh god, the very thought of it terrifies you. you took a second to breathe before finishing your sentence. “ you already read it anyway, there’s no point in reading it out loud.”

“do you know what’s the second most important rule in poetry?”

“….the third line must be by meaning connected to the second line?...”

A look of lovestruck crossed his face. “you’ve been studying about it?”

“only a little.” And anyway, it was never meant to be known by him in the first place. The last thing you ever wanted was for him to think he’s boring you with all his talks about poetry, so a few months ago you decided to research a bit more about the topic so you could understand what he's rambling about. “ I’m still not the best at it.”

“but you did it for me.” he huffed out a chuckle, one that sounded like he was amazed by the very idea of you caring. “ and that’s the number one rule of poetry. To care about the subject you’re writing about. Another rule, that despite being simple is also important to any poem, is the tone. If you read an important speech in a comedic tone, it won’t feel the same now would it?”

“I suppose not.”

“Well, it’s the same in poetry. every poem has a certain genre, and every genre has a certain tone you need to have when reading it. a poet reading their own poems can indicate the very tone they want any other reader to have when studying their poem, so, my dear artist?” and of course, Rocky smiles at you like he always does. My god, why do his smiles always leave you so gleeful? “ would you do me the honors of reading this very first and magnificent poem of yours?”

You scoffed, taking a glance at the scribbles laced within the paper. A wave of shyness takes over you for a moment, and you’re left with a beating heart that’s too quick for you to decipher and a constant avoidance of his gaze.

You clear your throat and hope that he doesn’t hear the shakiness in your voice. Yet as you speak, his eyes never falter. Even when you stutter a bit, and your foot taps down and you lower your head deep into the paper from the strong embarrassment you were feeling, if you even took one glance up, you’d see how he was slowly falling in love with you over again with every line you spoke. It looked like he was entranced, in a spell that leaves him giggling in pure joy. No insanity or chaos behind it, just a mere blush that couldn’t be taken off his face no matter how much he tried. Even when you faltered, or when you cringed at your lines at some parts, he felt like it was the best thing ever written. perhaps even better than his, he believed, though he’s certain you’d profusely disagree with that. The very thought of you even thinking of doing poetry for him has had him melting, but now, hearing you read the poetry is something more sublime and ethereal than he could ever muster to decipher. You had him stuck in love, and it got him to realize how attached he’s become to you, how his life connects to you so strongly now.

He couldn’t go a day without holding your hand at least once, the dreadful feeling he’d have if you didn’t kiss him on the cheek before leaving for work sounds miserable, and he now gets a bit pouty when he has to stay a little later than usual just before going home. The comfort he feels here, in this small apartment that barely fits two people, is something he realizes that he’s never felt in his life before. 

Hot cocoas by the fire, drifting to sleep in someone’s arms, a mere peck on the forehead that makes the day better, all of this has egged him on to want to live here forever, to never leave such a place, to never leave you. 

 Despite the want to stay with you, the rooted emotions of feeling undeserving for such a nice life were sown into him, and he is left with a thoughtful look on his face.

“was…was my poem that bad?” your shame was evident in your horrified expression. One that quickly made Rocky jump out of his thoughts and deny your claims profusely. “it was lovely. I loved every second of it.”

“ Well now I just feel like you’re lying.”

“I would never!”

Your eyes squint at him in judgment, both of you knowing full well that he did lie, especially at the start of your friendship. He gives you an awkward laugh. “ok…maybe I did lie a few times—”

“a few?”

“— but that’s beside the point!” you’ve begun to notice how his skill in changing subjects is something to be wary of in the future. “ I promised to never lie to you after you found out about the speakeasy, haven't I?” you hummed in response. “ I did love your poem, I adored it in fact.”

“then why did you look so conflicted?”

You could see the small frown on his face, the doubt in his posture, and the avoidance he has in meeting your gaze. “…do you…like me living here?”

“Rocky,” you were shocked, bewildered even. “ I literally wrote an entire poem about how much I love you.” for him to even propose such a question felt baffling.” why would you ever think I’d hate living with you?”

He went silent. Which for Rocky, was something very rarely done.  

“Whatever negative thoughts you have, you better erase them Rickaby." for a moment, your determination and fear got the better of you, and you couldn't control what you were saying. " If I didn’t like you living here, then I wouldn’t have had a spare key made just—“

You quickly bit your tongue, scolding yourself for revealing the big secret you’ve perfectly hidden for a week.

However, the damage was already done, Rocky’s eyes have already been widened up, and his posture shifted from one of guilt to excitement. 

 “you’re going to give me a spare key?”

You tensed up, looking away with a pout and a small nod. “it was supposed to be a surprise.” Was all you could grumble. “Valentine’s Day was coming up…now I have to get a new gift along with it.”

He laughed, and you remembered how much you loved hearing it. for a moment, you were worried that Rocky would be the ever so impulsive cat he is and bolt away from you, never to be seen again. “ there will be no need for such a thing my beloved.” you felt like butterflies were in your stomach, and a lightning of giddy embarrassment was coursing through your veins. 

“The key is the best thing I could’ve ever wished for.” His eyes quickly brightened up, yet he said nothing and only kept his smile, fondly looking at the poem once more.

“what’s in your mind now my love?”

You could see his bashful look at that question, but he only shrugged and got up to make some tea. Thankfully though, he did respond to you at some point.

“Nothing, just thinkin’.” Well, at least he wasn’t thinking of any sad self-guilt-tripping ideas. That was all you wanted at the moment. And you were certain that whatever it was, it was enough to make him happy, and that’s good enough for you.

Later in the oh-so-beloved and ever-so-glorified Valentine’s Day, Rocky made you both matching keychains.

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A/N: hey hey hey!! I'M ALIVE!!!! EXAMS HAVE ENDED AND MY SANITY IS BACK YEAH YEAH AHAHA. I've been writing this thing for a while, at first it was supposed to be a mix of two dear anons' requests, but it just slowly and surely went farther away from what the requests were and has just become it's own thing. oh well, I hope you guys still liked it!!! requests are still open btw! though I can't guarantee I'll get to them asap, since I'm planning on focusing more on my main fics in the summer.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Can u do sprang on gavi when reader pretends like she’s not interested in him anymore like ex: her waking up early to pretend she was sleeping on the couch instead of with him and other things but can his fam are apart of it because he pranks them a lot and gavi cry’s?

Not So Funny Anymore -P.G6

Summary: As they grow tired of their son's pranks, Belén and Pablo asked you to help them out and make him stop.

(He's so baby🥹🥰 look at his face)

"Amor" You felt your shoulder shake "Amor, wake up"

"Huh? ¿Qué?" You ask sleepy

"¿Qué haces aquí?" (What are you doing here?)

"¿Qué estás hablando?" (What are you talking about?)

"Why are you asleep on the couch?" You furrow your eyebrows confused before nodding

"Oh! Yes, I wasn't sleepy during the night so I came here to watch some TV and then I guess I fell asleep" You replied hoping to convince him

"Why didn't you told me? I could've helped you or just stayed with you" You shook your head.

"You don't need to do that, cariño. I'm good"

"Well, I'll still do it, you're my girlfriend" You smiled softly "Morning by the way" You smiled softly

"Morning" You said watching how he leaned to kiss your lips but second before his lips could touch yours; you moved your head to the side, his lips touching your cold cheek.

"Want to kiss your lips"

"I haven't brushed my teeth"

"We know I don't care about that, princesa" You shook your head pushing him away lightly by his chest

"But I do" You said before standing up

"Since when?"

"Since now" You said sticking your tongue out as Pablo tried to grab it with his hand "Naughty"

"Only with you tho" He winks at you shake your head, soon he got closer to you and wrapped you in his arms and as much as you wanted to melt in his arms and give in, the voice of Belén, sounded in your head

"Let's prank him... Act as if you weren't interested in him anymore"

You quickly pushed your head back lightly remembering her words from last night when he was leaning into you, his eyebrows furrowed

"Amor"

"¿Qué?" (What?)

"Stop playing around, gimme a kiss"

"Let's wash our mouths first and then a lil kiss"

"Y/N"

"Buenos días" (Good morning) Belén's voice came in as you got out of Pablo's hold

"What are you doing?" He had whispered but you shook your head

"Nothing, your mom came into the room, I'm not gonna give her a show of me throwing myself at her son"

"She loves us"

"Stop, Pablo"

"No, I want you" He whined pushing his forehead into yours and nudging his nose with yours

"¡Y/N, hija!" You heard Belén and found the perfect time to escape from his tries and from your almost giving in

"Mamá Belén is calling" You hurried out of his hold leaving him there shocked

"Thank you" You said in the kitchen as she smiles

"Me imaginé que te estaba haciendo caer" (I knew he was trying to make you fall for his charms) She smiled

"And he almost got it" You both laughed "What's for breakfast?"

"Pancakes"

"Want me to do coffee and juice?" She winks at you nodding

You had keep going on with the game, pretending you didn't wanted his kisses, were too hot for cuddles or didn't wanted his touch with or without his friends and family members around, basically always making up some excuse for two days straight and he was too frustrated to think about anything.

"Has Y/N been weird lately? Or is it just me?" Gavi had asked to his parents once as he watched you leave

"I think she's normal as always" Pablo said shaking his head to his son's words

"She's weird, I meant it in the greatest way ever by the way, we all are tho... But that's what makes her the way she is" Belén smiled as Gavi slightly smiled agreeing with his mom.

At this moment you were with his mom, dad, sister, Javi and a few of his friends but when he tried to put his arm around your lower waist to bring you close and you stood up, he lost it.

"Did I do something?" He followed you into the kitchen as you looked at him with wide eyes

"¿A qué te refieres?" (What do you mean?)

"You've been avoiding me during these past two days! The farest thing you've done is peck my lips twice! I'm asking you did I did something wrong? I wanna fix whatever is going on between us"

"You didn't do anything, Pablo"

"Then aren't you interested in me anymore? Is that it? Don't you love me anymore?"

"What?"

"Tell me straight away so in that way I won't be hurting anymore than what I have been lately with your sudden distancing!"

"Pablo" You sighed and his face fell

"Don't" He turned around to leave

"Hey, amor" You inmediately said following him "No, wait!"

"Hijo, where are you going?" Pablo, asked watching his son get out of the house

"What happened?"

"¡Que lo hemos llevado muy lejos!" (We took it too far!) You yelled running behind the youngest "Pablito, amor, wait!"

"¿Qué?" (What?) You looked at him with tender eyes when you saw his big brown eyes start tearing up

"Of course I still love you"

"The past two days doesn't look like you do" You sighed coming up to hug him tightly and kiss his cheeks, eyes, nose and lips like you had been longing to do this past two days

"It was all a prank"

"Huh?"

"It was a prank, Gavi" Pablo said

"We were tired of you fooling around with us, so we tried to get you back" Belén explained

"That's why your parents always called me up on something and when you asked them if they noticed anything in me, they brushed it off! It was a prank!" You took a lil step back "Of course I'm still interested in you, mi niño lindo. I'm deeply in love with you and it'll take forever for me to lost interest in you, mi amor." You hugged him tight and kissed his cheek several times

"Joder, I'll stop my pranks but just never ever again use her to prank me back, please" Gavi separated from you a bit as he sniffed and you wipped his tears away.

"Deal"

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[ruby-sturn]

Skinny

Warnings: swearing, ⭐️ving, self harm (prolly missed some so sorry if I did)

Summary: SLS find out she’s been starving herself

Reader’s age: 15

When your brothers started YouTube you were only 11, so of course they weren’t giving you hate. But recently you’ve been getting a lot of hate. The Comments were getting at you. Really badly…

Comments:

“Fattie”

“We can tell which one got the bad genes in their family 😭🙏”

“She’s so pretty (if she ate less)”

You decided to just go to bed and sleep it off. You thought to yourself, maybe they’re right? Maybe you are fat?

The next day your brothers ask you to be in a video. Of course you said yes because you loved making videos, but you didn’t like the out come.

“Hey guys, today we’re vlogging with our sister sls! Nick says. You wave at the camera already knowing you’re going to get gate comments very soon. Since it was hot out of course you were wearing a tank top and shorts. But you regretted that decision.. because once the video was out there it was. The hate.

“Jump”

“🤢”

“I feel bad why y’all hating”

Reply:

“Why aren’t you hating?!”

“Lmao”

“Real”

“Realest shit every 💀”

In that moment you decided to stop eating, cutting yourself, honorary anything to be “skinner” and “prettier” as they all said. You went in the cabinet in your bathroom looking for blades. You’ve never done this before. You thought to yourself “fuck it.”

The triplets pov:

Chris: “Sls has been acting different lately, not as happy, tired, and just looks sad.”

Nick: “I know. Last week when we were filming the video she seemed uncomfortable.”

Matt: “last night I was going to check up on her and she was crying and looking at her phone.”

Nick: “Do you think it’s the hate?”

Chris and Matt: “Maybe…”

It wasn’t just you seeing the comments, it was also your brothers.

The next morning Nick made an incredible breakfast. Pancakes, eggs and bacon. Your favourite. You really wanted to eat it , but you knew you couldn’t.

Nick: “I made your FAVOURITEEEE!!”

Sls: “I’m ok, I have a stomach ache.”

Nick: “ Ok hopefully it leaves during the day.”

You used other excuses too. Like I’m not hungry, I already ate. It was easier during lunch and breakfast but not dinner.

You’ve been doing this for months. Not eating, sleeping, cutting yourself etc. You realize you’re starting to see your bones. “It’s working” you think to yourself. But, today was different. They got your favourite food. McDonald’s.

Nick laid out your food for you. You of course wanted to eat it but you couldn’t.

Matt: “How’s school been?”

Sls: “It’s been good. Just keeping to myself not to cause problems.”

Keeping to yourself was true, school being ok was a lie. Everyone there was also body shamming you.

Even tho it’s been hard to eat, you decided to eat little bit of it. But when your brothers weren’t paying attention, you threw out your food and ran up to your bathroom.

You started gagging yourself to regurgitate your food.

Chris’s POV:

I was taking out the garbage and I realized there was a bunch of perfectly fine food. I checked and it’s was sls’s food. I called Nick and Matt over. “NICK, MATT!” I yelled out their names concerned. They rushed over and I showed them. They were so devastated. Since we all assumed to worse. She’s starving herself.

SLS’s POV:

Just as I’m about to finish, I hear the door open I look up and I see Matt, Nick and Chris. All looking at me in disappointment. Of course I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I didn’t think they would find out.

Triplets POV:

We open the door of sls’s bathroom since we heard gagging, and we saw her on the floor, shaking, cold, gagging herself, crying and cold sweating. We were more scared for her health than disappointment. But of course we’re disappointed. How could she do that? She’s so pretty, and prefect.

Nick drops to the floor hugging sls. She explains to them about the hate she’s been getting and how the comments were ruining her, and about the things she’s been doing to herself.Nick: “Don’t listen to them. You’re perfect just the way you are. You don’t need to change to fit “beauty standards.”(🙄) Chris: yes don’t listen to them. I promise we’re going to help you, and get you eating again and get rid of your addiction of cutting yourself. “Ok.” You say as they help you get to bed to rest off what just happened.

First time writing it definitely sucks I had to rush. Also please don’t ever starve your self and do any self harm in general. You might think it’s helping, but it’S really not. Trust me please.

[citrusy-lemons]

pancake-cakes

tasm!peter x reader

summary: late night cravings bring out some deeper feelings.

author's note: HOLY SHIT, count on me to go MIA for a month after posting. honestly tho i'm so sorry, i've got school and extracurriculars and projects and shit and i haven't really gotten time to write and my schedule is still super hectic, hopefully i'll be able to get other stuff out soon but no promises :/

let me know what you think? constructive criticism is welcome and please be nice :)

see, the middle of the night wasn't meant for this. it's to sleep and dream and pee.

not for baking a cake without having most ingredients of the cake. but you'd gotten a sudden craving and it was a weekend tomorrow, so bad decisions were inevitable.

did you have a million assignments to do? maybe. but peter also had a million assignments to do and he was still here, so technically, he's also making bad decisions. he was aware of that fact.

mind you he did try to convince you to go back to sleep at first but you wore him down. he didn't put up a big fight, he never did, against you.

he's convinced himself that he was only there to watch over you and make sure you didn't slice a finger or spill the flour, not to help you out with your late night shenanigans. but he was cutting up the strawberries so, really, he didn't have a strong resolve.

"you know, i think that when the box says 'pancake mix' you're supposed to make pancakes," he said, turning to you, who was reading the back of said box.

were you trying to bake a cake in the middle of the night with pancake batter cuz you didn't have the stuff for the cake and didn't want to go to the grocery store to get it? kinda. would peter have gone and got the stuff himself if you'd asked? yes.

"i didn't listen to you the last 17 times, i'm not gonna listen to you now, and besides," you said, pouring the mix into a bowl, "a pancake is just a cake but made on a pan instead of an oven. we're just changing the recipe a bit," you shrugged, like it was obvious and he was the stupid one.

"there are so many things wrong with that sentence, i dont even know where to begin,"

"here's a hint, don't."

you were being mean, you knew that. you didn't mean it. peter knew that. and you knew that peter knew that but you would apologize later. he knew that. he sighed dramatically.

"you wound me,"

you rolled your eyes at that. pretending to be annoyed at him was easy. wiping the smile away from your face when you were around him wasn't.

"if i had a dollar for every time you're wounded, i'd be filthy rich."

he glanced up at you. he knew that that wasn't completely a joke, it had a bittersweet tone to it. was that the reason why you were up at this ungodly hour? peter knew that you'd been stressed lately, he didn't know he had a hand in that.

"hey, you wanna tell me what's up?"

you didn't meet his eye, but you did stop fiddling with the bowl. almost immediately, you grabbed the knife out of his hand, mumbling, "you're cutting them all wrong,"

you both knew that wasn't true. one of the perks of having grown up with may was that peter was a fantastic cook. he'd been doing this sort of stuff forever. you needed to get better at excuses.

he gently laid his hand over yours to stop you and said your name softly, pleadingly. a long pause. you complied.

"it's just that," you started with a sigh, and dropped the knife, "you're my best friend peter, and i know that being spiderman means a lot to you," hesitation creeps up as you get to the actual issue. peter senses a 'but' coming. you look at him.

"but you come home every night with bruises everywhere, in pain, and i know you say that they'll go away in the morning and they do but," you're rambling now, he doesn't stop you.

"you have to see it from my perspective, i-" another sigh, you look away, "i get scared, peter."

oh. you were worried for him. he wonders how he didn't realise that before. that time he came home with a stab wound and you looked like you were going to cry he thought you were nauseous at the sight of blood. peter was an idiot.

"i know i shouldn't but i dont like the thought of you getting beat up every night." you were talking with your hands now, "imagine how you would feel if i came home with bruises all over my body and told you not to worry and that i'll be fine in a couple hours." you looked at him again. there was a sort of pain in your eyes. peter wishes it weren't there.

"it doesn't feel good peter. and you assume that i'm supposed to be okay with it?" you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, turning back to the strawberries. your hands were shaking.

peter thought about it. about what you'd said. you were scared for him and he understood that. it couldn't have been easy to be with someone like him. but he couldn't very well abandon spiderman. it was a part of him now. he knew that you knew that, but at the same time, he understood your point.

he thought about how he'd feel if the roles were reversed. if you came home with the type of wounds he did every night, he would be terrified. he couldn't blame you, of course he couldn't.

but he was spiderman, he had a responsibility, an unspoken vow to this city. he had opportunities and powers that no one else did, and he wanted to do good with it.

he hadn't asked for it, but he still had it. if he gave up being spiderman, he didn't think his conscience would let him live with it.

"i'm not asking you not to be spiderman," you spoke, finding your voice, "of course i won't do that. i'm just saying..." you trailed off, unsure of what you wanted and whether you were allowed to have it.

peter took both your hands into his, silently begging you to look at him. you did.

"i know what you're saying, and i understand. i don't blame you, i get where you're coming from and i promise, i'll be fine," he said, softly. he knew you were anxious about his safety.

"i can't give up being spiderman, and i know that's not what you're saying, but you have to understand, i can't not do it, it's a part of me, and i swear i will be more careful," his brown eyes bore into yours, willing you to understand. you blinked and unconsciously looked to the floor.

"but what if, being careful isn't enough one day? what if it isn't just some robbers or burglars but some other things? what if it's one of those aliens or mutants or something and you can't defend yourself? what am i supposed to do then, pete?"

you closed your eyes again, trying to stop the tears. peter's heart was tearing itself knowing that he was the reason for them. how could he tell you that him being the cause for your tears hurt more than any knife in the world?

"hey, look at me," he said, searching for your eyes. you shook your head but looked up at him anyway, the tears in your lashes resolutely not giving in to gravity.

"nothing is going to happen to me. i've handled stuff like that, you know. i know you're worried and upset but i promise, nothing will happen. you need to trust me, okay? we're going to be fine. please, I need you to trust me."

he said your name like it's the last time he'll ever get to, not in a way a friend is supposed to.

you sniffed, "i trust you, i do. it's this city that i don't trust," you steeled yourself, "but if you're sure, and you believe we'll be fine, then i do too."

he cracked a smile then, and pulled you in for a hug. a tight one. neither of you let go for quite a few minutes. you relished in it.

"god, okay i know i'm being silly, i'm sorry," you said after you'd pulled away, rubbing at your eyes.

"you're not being silly, don't be sorry. it's completely okay and valid. don't ridicule your thoughts, you're allowed to feel," peter said, in a scold-ish manner that he'd no doubt learnt from may.

"and please step away from the strawberries, and go back to butchering your so-called 'cake'," he said with a teasing smile, bumping his hips into yours to move you back to the bowl of pancake mix.

you scoffed incredulously, back into your playful demeanor, "excuse you, i would have perfected this pancake-cake if i weren't feeling sleepy right now, so, unfortunately for you, you won't get to taste this deliciousness, whenever i do get to make it,"

"oh, what a tragedy, i won't get to torture my tastebuds with whatever concoction you manage to brew up,"

you shoved at him, not that he moved an inch, and grabbed the plate of cut strawberries.

"just for that, i'm gonna eat these strawberries in bed using your pillow as a table, and you know i can be a very messy eater," you laughed like an evil sorcerer and ran towards the bedroom.

peter, horrified at the thought of sleeping on a sticky pillow, ran after you, forgetting that he had sticky hands himself. (pun intended, i'm sorry i couldn't not do it)

"come back here you!"

the pancake mix in the bowl, the half pack of strawberries waiting to be cut, and the anxiety were all left forgotten back in the kitchen.

[livelaughlovelando]

Birthday Full of Surprises (TZ11)

Trevor Zegras x Fem!reader

Warnings: none :)

Waking up in the morning I find myself in our bed alone. Stretching before reaching over to grab my phone from the bedside table I check the time. 8:47. Putting my phone back down I roll over to go back to sleep when I see the bedroom door open. There walking in was my boyfriend in nothing but sweatpants. Pretending I don't see him I hide my face into my pillow as he climbs into bed with me carefully wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him.

"I know you’re awake," He whispers into my ear. "Mhmm maybe," I whisper back. "Happy birthday baby," He says kissing my neck. I lean into him, "Thank you," "You wanna lay in or see the surprise I have for you?" "Surprise?" "Yeah," He chuckles. "I'm curious," I say sitting up. Both of us get out of bed and he places his hands over my eyes guiding me out of our room into the kitchen. Positioning me he carefully removes his hands and I am met with balloons saying 20, pancakes with sprinkles and candles and a few presents. Smiling wide I turn around to look at Trevor, "Thank you so much," He holds my waist and kisses me, "No problem, now sit down let's eat and open the presents," Doing so I sit down on the dining table in front of the pancakes. Admiring the effort I make a wish before blowing out the candles. Trevor and I start eating before I open up my presents. Unwrapping the first box I see a record player. "Oh my god thank you i've always wanted one!" Turning to look at Trevor I see him on the floor next to me on one knee. My heart warms up as I see him smiling wide with a ring box in his hand. I take in everything and smile as he starts to talk. "Don't worry I'm not proposing to you," He chuckles. "I would of said yes if you were," I joke back. Clearing his throat he starts his speech, "I know it's only been a couple months of us being together but throughout our seven years of knowing each other I've appreciated you so much, your the greatest best friend I could have ever asked for, I promise to love you like I have for years but this time as your boyfriend, lover and partner," Smiling I put out my hand and he slides the ring on my finger, "When did you get into speeches," I chuckle. "Ever since I fell for you," He say kissing my hand. Pulling him up I press my lips on his as he holds my waist. "I love you," I say into the kiss. "I love you too," He replies. Yourusername

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[wibblyparfait]

(props up arm on desk) hii,,,,,, Nanaco in a Situation huh,,,,,,,,,,,,

Limbus Company is unfortunately still on my brain sometimes. so heres to finally drawing up all the Nanashi IDs & EGO thats been plaguing my brain 👍

transcript + extra notes under the cut cuz if oomfie has to hear all my Nanashi thoughts then so do u �� SHFNDNF

LCB Sinner Nanashi

to Coral:

-> Studying Coral under a microscope -> (Slowly trusting,,,)

to himself:

-> In-TOWER arc (note: think any time before the final conversation in the Core. hes on the road to trusting Coral & the other Hanoi but still thinks he'll have to go back to the Toros eventually 😔) -> Please god let me have 1 normal ID -> Embarrassed by [his] Butler & BS [IDs] -> distressed by [his] CoG, R Corp & Capo [IDs]

Black Silence Nanashi

to Coral:

-> sunshine loml ily c'mere & let him pamper u NOW -> in charge of deconditioning N Coral (note: oomf has an AU of Coral as an N Corp Kleinhammer, in my brain since BS Nanashi has his shit together he is also the main person thats trying to reteach N Coral self-love oogh 🥹)

to himself:

-> Post-TOWER t1 arc -> married hubby <3 (note: if it wasnt obvious. Nanashi & Coral take the place of Roland & Angelica in their world. dont worry about how doomed they are by the narrative, theyre both still alive by the time of this ID so they dont have to worry yet <3) -> literally living his best life -> mending heart, knows hes loved & channeling that recovery into malewifing <3

Church of Gears Worshipper

to Coral:

-> indifferent (at first) -> & then sees Coral as "his purpose" devotion (note: Coral would obviously not want this Nanashi to just follow along with everything hes told & not think for himself. and once that point gets thru to COG Nanashi, he expresses his sentiment by calling Coral his purpose & asking to hang out with him 🥹 FDHGD!!!!!!!)

to himself:

-> arc where he also loses the last bit of hope he never knew he had o)-( (note: in this world Nanashi meets Coral & co early n thus tries to run away from the Toros to stay with them, but by the time he gets back to them, they're so messed up by The City in one way or another that seeing them like that pushes him into losing all hope & joining the Church of Gears. so he can finally find Somewhere he won't be actively miserable in anymore. but. well☹️ DFKGJFDG)

4th Pack Reindeer

to Coral:

-> The only ID that allows being pampered back (note: clearly most of these IDs are centered around Nanaco. and we all know how much Nanashi spoils Coral without accepting pay. but maybe this one will allow being cooked some fluffy instant pancakes every so often 🥹) -> Doesnt Take Shit Tho. Get Pampered Idiot. (note: R Corp Nanashi doesnt have the time nor energy to hear Coral's usual polite excuses. as long as Coral allows being pampered, then he Will carry him over his shoulder like a sack of rice so he can bring him to a kitchen & cook him a full course meal :) FGJDGFD!!!!!!)

to himself:

-> Fragile. -> Needs the mutual care from R Coral to stay sane o(-( (note: Coral is part of the Rabbit Team in this world ☹️ between the Hatchery & the usual contracts they get, they both cope by trying to spoil each other in their down time uuu,,,)

Thumb Capo

to Coral:

-> omg hihi haiiiiii (WILL kill/die for Coral :() -> except N Coral o)-( (for now.) (note: usually in Limbus worlds Coral is pretty high up in the social ladder, so Capo Nanashi unfortunately rly rly respects him ☹️ but since in N Corp Kleinhammers are at the bottom. oof ☹️. Capo Nanashi is rly tough on that Coral & sets a bunch of rules on him n that Makes Me Sad ☹️. KJGDF)

to himself:

-> sheep arc (note: thats just what i call Sweetie Sleeps. so yeah this Nanashi is if his Sweetie Sleeps version came true ☹️.) -> coping [with] Toro horrors by accepting it all & enthusiastically enforcing rules o(-(

Brown Family Butler

to Coral:

-> Its just my job to take care of u (malewifes x1000000)

to himself:

-> Pre-Toro arc -> Met his Coral [before] he lost all hope -> No rizz. just an autistic stare & dog-like worship that makes u question ur morality (note: this quote was absolutely stolen cuz i saw it on another oomf's post & it made me laugh. hi Sen oomf. DFKGJDGD)

Roseate Desire

to Coral:

-> sunshine love of my life reason i exist & mender of my heart ily ily ily ily- -> rare Nanashi that WANTS to be pampered (note: once again we know how Nanashi usually feels about being paid back for his work. but this is probably the one Nanashi that just wants to curl up in Coral's lap & hear him say nice things about him DFKGHFD 🥹)

to himself:

-> 𝐹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓎 ♡ -> Deepest desire is just to be valued o(-(

Seven Association Fixer

to Coral:

-> U're gonna forget how to sleep if u keep drinking coffee >:( (makes Coral's regular order right before he walks in) (note: in this world Coral is just a regular at the cafe the Seven runs DFKJDGD)

to himself:

-> Intelligence officer arc -> Rly good at his job, but likes the barista work the most <3 (note: also this Nanashi is the rare Seven fixer that likes coffee. not as much of a freak about the specifics of coffee brewing as Faust is with tea, but he probably enjoys himself a good espresso ^-^ KFDJGD)

Feral Mane

to Coral:

-> big skittish creature that loafs on & scruffs one (1) person (note: imagine him like a big scared lion. except around Coral, who he will drag by the back of his collar like a cat carrying a kitten ^-^ KGFDFG)

to himself:

-> Nanabeast -> Mittelhammer forced into corrosion experiments o(-(

Regret

to Coral:

-> Coworkers probably (note: this is the Nanashi ive thought about the least. imagine Nanashi meeting Coral in the real world while doing Toro work. of course he wouldnt have time to fall in love ☹️ DFJGFD)

to himself:

-> Walpurgis lobcorp ID -> Too busy fighting for his life to be sappy -> Maybe gets eaten by Nothing There idk (note: basically his fate in a lobcorp AU oops. hope Coral enjoys finding out about that 😔 FDKGFD)

Dimension Shredder

to Coral:

-> Very cuddly & touchy (hasnt had sane human contact in forever o(-()

to himself:

-> Guy that made "keep Coral safe" his sole purpose for 7625040532 years (note: to varying success. because by the end of the journey he's either a pile of guts that murders everything Except Coral, or talks to Coral's guts as if hes still alive ☹️ ue.)

in conclusion. good fucking god Nanashi never leaves my brain 🥹 DHDFGDFDG

[ourloveiselectrifying]

Just managed to get all of the endings and all that extra content with uuh. Lemme call 'em Truck to avoid spoilers for those who haven't gotten all the endings yet.

Anyway, the content with them? Chef hands, 10/10, can't wait to see how THAT aspect develops as the game progresses. Consider me thoroughly hooked.

TRUCK SHSHHSHSH

SPOILERS BELOW!!

Fun fact!

Truck was originally going to just be my sona pointing a gun at the player and demanding name and pronouns (I don't feel like looking for the sketches lol heres the first thing I had tho >:3)

Then I changed my mind and decided to make an actual character inside the story

Another fun fact is that I originally had a truckie character but replaced them with Truck and pancake MC (They were gonna be parked in the rest stop and MC was going to change their mind and use the truck driver as an excuse- Then Kevin the horny mf that they are was going to "take care" of the truck driver so he could smash LOL)

Here's their textbox :3

Some scrapped Truck side images

Have fun with this >:3

[tokillamockingbird427]

i love makin aus man theyre so fun! i think im up to like 50+ for mw og and reboot, and at least 10 for ghosts (i joined the party late lol im working on it)

you'd think everyone would know that at least elias is a dragon but theyre not actually sure what any of the walkers are. they know they arent human, absolutely, but aside from merrick (who doesnt have it in him to care, and therefore keeps his mouth shut) and neptune (who knows everything but finds it hilarious to watch everyone guess wrong), they know jack fucking shit XD at first they think maybe werewolves, because you know the whole dog thing theyve got going on (hesh was very offended by that) or maybe vampires (which logan takes so much advantage of), but dragons are rare enough that nobody actually thinks to guess that for a whiiiile

and injuries do transfer between forms! while dragons are very fucking durable (hence the squishing and the pancaking) theyre not invulnerable. theyve got a faster healing time than a regular human, but they can still get hurt. poor logan was a sitting duck, especially since its even harder to switch when youre hurt

-🐉

Au's extravaganza! "Working on it" MORE? BRO, nice.

"Not sure what the fuck you are outside not being human. Could be three raccoons in a trench coat." -Merrick at some point. Neptune ye little shite. Lmfao, maybe they wouldn't have guessed "Werewolves" if you shaved Heshykins. That's on you. Ofc Logan would take advantage of the vampire guess. He just wants a plausible excuse for biting people. Dragons were the last guess on their list as well as anyone else's because who would look at three human guys and go "Ah. Dragons." /J (I assume the Walkers do give them reasons to doubt the human part. Mayhaps Hesh sheds a few scales he forgets to hide. Or they find pieces of Logan's egg that Hesh kept. Either any way I blame Hesh. /J.)

Aha! I guessed correctly! >:) Does in fact explain the pancaking they keep doing lmao. Squish. Poor Logan tho, sitting duck. Bet it sucks even beyond just being hurt and stuck in the pit. I can't imagine being born to fly and then being restricted from that.

[beck404]

After All These Years

Chapter Two — The Rugby Boy From Truham

Word Count: 3k+

MASTERLIST - SEND ME A REQUEST

Charlie watched Nick as he walked around the kitchen. Paying special attention to his face trying to focus on the ingredients and measurements to make sure he didn’t mess up the recipe, even though it was just pancakes.

“Is this supposed to look like that?” Nick asked all of the sudden “I’m pretty sure I got everything right but I also know it’s not supposed to look like that”

Charlie let out a small laugh as he made his way to the kitchen counter “Definitely needs more milk” he said, grabbing the milk carton.

“Wait, are you sure?” Nick asked stopping him “I added what the recipe says”

“Are you saying I don’t know what I’m doing?” Charlie asked, acting offended. Nick just shrugged and took a step back, watching Charlie as he opened the milk to pour some more into the bowl, but as he was doing so the carton slipped off his hand and made a mess all over the kitchen. Charlie quickly turned around to face Nick, who was trying his hardest not to laugh. “Sorry, I’ll clean everything, I promise” Charlie said, feeling embarrassed about the mess he made, desperately scanning the room for something to clean with. 

“Charlie, it’s ok” Nick said, holding one of his hands to make him stop“ They weren’t very good anyway, I’d be better if we went somewhere for breakfast” He said with his sparkly eyes.  

Oh, the effect they had on the short one.

Charlie looked down and flushed at the sight of their hands still touching “Okay” He replied in a shy voice, terrified to look back up. He eventually did, mentally preparing himself for whatever Nick was about to say. He saw as the blonde opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out of his mouth. Instead it was… an alarm?

Charlie frowned softly at the intrusion of light against his eyelids, reaching for his phone so he could turn off the alarm. “Fuck,” he whispered to literally no one but himself. He somehow managed to sleep through all his alarms (but feeling a little hungover he wasn’t surprised) and now he was definitely going to be late for work. 

Charlie got up in a split second and ran to the shower, as he tried to think of a way to get there in time without having to skip breakfast. 

After 30 minutes he was leaving his house, with a coffee in one hand and his keys and phone in the other, checking his notifications as he walked to his car. He was looking at his phone, scrolling through the hundreds of messages from the group chat he had with his friends, hoping to see one from Nick. He didn’t tho “He must be really busy” He though. As he looked up from his phone to unlock his car he remembered, his car was still outside Nick’s house “Ok, definitely no breakfast then” He started walking and even though he didn’t really feel like walking a few blocks to pick up his car, the idea of maybe seeing Nick excited him. 

(8:17 AM) Tao - we'll be arriving in a couple of hours

(8:17 AM) Tao - we were supposed to be there earlier but SOMEONE got lost on the way to the train station

(8:18 AM) Elle - that SOMEONE was also in charge of planning the entirety of this trip btw

(8:20 AM) Aled - PLS we don't need to witness this, right Charlie?

(8:20 AM) Tao - excuse me? i literally picked the destination AND hotel

(8:21 AM) Charlie - omg stop

(8:21 AM) Elle- ok fine, we're dropping the subject

(8:21 AM) Elle - we're still having dinner tonight right?

(8:22 AM) Aled - i'm in :)

(8:22 AM) Charlie - ME TOO i have so much to tell you

(8:23 AM) Tao - not another valentines story by Charlie Spring

(8:23 AM) Charlie - this one is good, i promise

Once he got there he started feeling a little nervous, approaching his car but still looking at Nick’s house wondering if he was still there, but he knew he wasn’t when he saw an empty driveway. 

Charlie spent the rest of the day doing his job, trying really hard to keep his mind busy so he wouldn’t think about Nick and why he hasn’t called him or even texted him yet, was he really that busy? 

At the end of the day he gathered his stuff and left the big building, checking his bookmarked recipes trying to find an easy option for tonight. As he was opening the door of his car he got a call, excited and nervous he checked his screen and felt a little disappointed when he saw the called ID.

“Hey Tao” 

“Wow, please try to sound less happy” Tao said in an offended tone. 

“Sorry” Charlie replied, a little embarrassed his disappointment was that obvious. 

“Are you expecting someone else’s call?” Tao asked playfully. 

“No no, I'm sorry, what’s up?” He said finally getting in his car and turning it on. 

“Oh, so this isn’t about that mysterious story you’re so eager to tell us?”

“Maybe, but I don’t want to-”

“So is it the guy from the bar? Did you spend the day with him yesterday?”

“No, this is someone else” Charlie said, not wanting to give the details on how that guy stood him up. 

“Alright then… who is it?” Tao asked, clearly expecting an answer from Charlie. 

“Do you remember Nick?”

“Nick?” He said confused “The guy from work?”

“No, Nick Nelson, he lives in my neighbourhood” Charlie replied, thinking that would ring a bell, but Tao didn’t say anything “He used to go to school with us”

“Oh no, Nick Nelson? The rugby boy from Truham?” Tao said in a tone Charlie didn’t like “Charlie, I thought we talked about straight crushes”

“No, Nick is bisexual. Remember how we heard that rumour when he left for Uni? Well turns out it’s true, he told me that himself”

“Charlie-”

“Tao stop” Charlie said interrupting his friend “You didn’t even hear the story and you’re already hating him for no reason” 

Charlie was right, and Tao knew that, but he didn’t like the idea of his best friend going out with the type of guys that bullied him in school for being gay. And Charlie wasn’t exactly great at deciding who he would give a chance to, and Tao thought he was just protecting him so he didn’t understand why Charlie was mad at him.

“I’m sorry” He was “You’re right, you’ll tell us everything during dinner and then we can talk about it”

“Thank you, yes” He said, a little relieved “So what are we doing for dinner?”

“Oh yeah, that’s why I was calling you, we were thinking it would be better if we just ordered something”

“Alright, sounds good” He said “At my house?”

“Of course, can’t break that tradition. We’ll text you when we get there”

“Ok, see you later” Charlie hung up, still feeling kind of mad at Tao’s reaction. Why was he being so unfair? They hadn’t even talked to Nick yet, maybe if he knew that they had been friends since he moved there he wouldn’t have reacted that way.

After surviving the insane traffic, Charlie finally got home, extremely exhausted but decided to clean up a bit before his friends got there. He thought it would be better if he changed out of his work clothes first, so that’s what he did. He went upstairs to find something better to wear, and just as he was about to change he heard the door.

Charlie ran downstairs  and peeked through the window, seeing a tall man with his hands in his pocket “Nick?” He said as he opened the door, feeling his hands get sweaty, a little “Hi” came out of his mouth. 

“Hi” Nick replied “Sorry, I should’ve told you I was coming”

“No, it’s ok, come in” He said taking a step back “Sorry for the mess” He blushed, remembering the dream he had that morning. 

“Oh don’t worry, I just wanted to bring this back before I forget about it” Nick looked through his bag and pulled out the game Charlie had given him the night before “Thank you” He said with a smile. 

Charlie took the game, and confused he asked “Did you finish this entire game in just one night?”

“I- um- no, I just- I don’t think I’ll have time to finish it” He said stuttering “So I thought I’d give it back, you know, in case you need it” Nick was visibly nervous, and that made Charlie even more nervous. 

“Well, thank you” Charlie just smiled at him  “It’s not like I’m going to need it, so if you want to keep it for a few more days-”

Nick just laughed and took the game back “Okay, thanks” He said smiling back at him “Sorry I didn’t call you earlier, I was going to, I promise, but I thought- Well, I was wondering if you were doing something tonight?”

Charlie looked at him, not really knowing what to say, he obviously wanted to do something with Nick but he knew his friends were probably on their way there “Oh- I really wish-” But he was interrupted by his phone ringing in his pocket. 

(6:49 PM) Aled - there is a car in front your house, we’ll just park across the street

“Shit” He said, running to the window and he saw Tao’s car parking outside, he quickly looked back to face Nick again “I’m sorry, my friends are coming for dinner tonight”

“Oh- well some other time then”

“Yes, I would love to” Charlie smiled at him, happy he would see Nick again “You still owe me a picnic anyway” He said and they both laughed.

“I do” Nick looked at the game he was holding, smiling his little excuse worked out twice “Uh- I better get going then” 

“Oh- Ok” They both started to walk towards the door, sad that tonight didn’t work out and Nick was beating himself up cause he didn’t call him earlier. 

Charlie opened the door just as the 3 friends were walking up to the entrance, all of them visibly surprised and Tao a little annoyed “Oh- um guys, this is Nick, he used to go to Truham” He said introducing him to the rest of the group “Nick, this is Aled, Elle and Tao”

“Hey, how’s everyone doing?” Nick said, greeting them one by one. 

“Woah you didn’t change” Aled looked at him carefully, almost as if he was picturing younger Nick. 

“Hey” Was all Tao said, with a dry smile and a lazy handshake. Charlie just rolled his eyes at this interaction.

“Anyway, I’ve gotta go” He looked back at Charlie and said goodbye “I’ll talk to you later then” A hug that no one expected made Charlie feel like his heart was about to explode “Bye” And Nick almost ran to his car. 

“Bye” Charlie stood there as he saw his not-so-mysterious date get into his car. 

“Are you kidding me?” Elle said, clearly excited for his friend. 

“Ugh” Tao grunted “Let’s just go inside, it’s freezing out here”

They went inside and Charlie went up to his room to finally change out of his work clothes. As he was going back to the living area, he overheard Nick’s name.

“Really? So everyone forgot who Nick is?” Tao said almost in a whisper

“People change Tao” Elle was a little louder “You can’t say that about Charlie’s boyfriend”

“That’s not his boyfriend, just a couple of days ago Charlie was talking about spending Valentine’s Day with some dude he met at a bar, and now we show up and Nick is a part of his life” Tao was frustrated that no one else seemed to understand his point “I mean, you even said it” Tao was now pointing at Aled “He didn’t change”

“I just meant like he looks the same” Aled replied, not interested in Tao’s rant. 

Tao grunted again, and Charlie decided to enter the conversation “Nick was never part of the bullying, I just wanna make that clear” He said looking at Tao “And why are you even talking about this?” 

“Charlie, I’m telling you this as your friend” Tao moved closer to Charlie and tried to hold his hands, but Charlie took a step back. 

“You promised you wouldn’t say anything until after you heard the story, but now I don’t even feel like telling you anything”

Elle punched Tao’s arm “See? This is why he never tells us anything”

“Didn’t you have a crush on him before he left for Uni?” Aled asked out of nowhere. 

“What? You did?” Tao said, clearly offended that he didn’t know that “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew exactly how you would react” Charlie replied a very frustrated “Look at how you are reacting right now, and guess what, we’re not even in school anymore”

Everyone went silent for a moment, Charlie didn’t understand why he couldn’t just be happy for him. It’s not like they were getting married or anything, he just wanted to share how his ONE date with him went.

“I was thinking we could order some pizza. Remember the new pizza place we saw the last time we came here?” Aled suggested just wanting to avoid this subject “It’s ok, I’ll call them” He said walking to the kitchen, looking through the restaurant’s page for their number. 

“Pizza sounds great” Elle replied, signalling Charlie to follow Aled to the kitchen “If that’s ok with you” She asked him. 

“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to try that place for a while, I heard it’s really good” Charlie said smiling at Elle. 

“Charlie-” Tao put his hand on Charlie’s shoulder to make him stop. 

“I know” He stopped and looked at Tao “Let’s not talk about this anymore”

“I just- I remember how hard it was for you, when the bullying was really bad and you always tried to avoid the rugby team”

“Nick wasn’t a part of that, believe me, I would remember” Charlie gave a reassuring smile to his friend. Not like he needed to give him any explanation, but he would prefer if Tao didn’t feel that way about Nick.

“I don’t want you to go back to that, just- be careful. Don’t jump in just yet” Tao smiled back at Charlie and walked to the kitchen with him. 

“So, how was your trip?” Charlie asked the couple. They stayed there waiting for the pizza to arrive, and once the food got there they talked about everything Elle and Tao did and all the places they visited. Aled shared with them about a possible promotion he’d be getting at the museum and how excited he was about that. And luckily, the Nick situation wasn’t brought up anymore.

(8:19 PM) Nick - Hey :) 

(8:19 PM) Nick - Sorry I interrupted your dinner with your friends

Charlie smiled at his phone, happy Nick did text him like he said he would. 

(8:20 PM) Charlie - LOL don’t worry, they got here earlier than they were supposed to

“I will never eat pizza again” Tao said closing the last empty pizza box “I feel like I can’t move”

“No one told you to eat half of it by yourself” Elle said, looking at Tao’s plate. 

“We didn’t wanna waste any, did we?”

(8:21 PM) Nick - Still

(8:21 PM) Nick - Sorry if that was weird for your friends, it felt like it was

“Aled, did you order any dessert?” Tao was reaching for the paper bag looking for something sweet. 

“Are you seriously thinking about eating dessert right now?” Aled laughed “I didn’t, I thought this pizza was enough food for the four of us”

(8:21 PM) Charlie - NO, i promise it wasn’t

(8:22 PM) Charlie - they were just surprised to see you here

“Next time we should have a better plan” Tao raised his voice a little “We order less pizza and something sweet, that’s just how it works” Elle and Aled laughed but agreed. 

(8:22 PM) Nick - Ok, definitely good to know

(8:22 PM) Nick - Sooo… I was wondering if you were free on friday?

Charlie wasn’t even paying attention to his friends, instead he was staring at his phone feeling like he was going to die.

(8:23 PM) Charlie - yes, i’m free on friday

(8:23 PM) Nick - Good! Cause I was thinking we could do something

(8:23 PM) Nick - If you want to

“Charlie” Elle said loudly, he looked up from his phone and saw all of his friends staring at him, Aled was smiling at him as if he knew exactly what was happening “We’re leaving”

“Oh, ok” He replied standing up “Thanks for coming over”

They all cleaned up a little bit, making sure Charlie’s house wasn’t a complete mess because of them. After a while Charlie walked them outside and everyone said their goodbyes, hugging and waving as they got into Tao’s car.

“Thanks for letting us invade your home” Tao started the car and rolled down his window. 

“As if I had a choice” Charlie said, earning a laugh from everyone “I’ll talk to you in the morning” He waved at his friends once again, as he saw the car drive away. 

Charlie ran inside and quickly grabbed his phone, reading the last message he got from Nick, smiling at his screen as he thought of a way to seem excited but not desperate.

(8:40 PM) Charlie - yES! i’d love to!

(8:40 PM) Nick - It’s a date then

Charlie put his phone down and started jumping around in excitement. How can this make him feel this way? Maybe his crush on him was way stronger than he realised, but that’s not important right now. What’s important is… how is he gonna keep this a secret? Should he keep it a secret?

A/N: here's chapter two! this one is a little bit longer than the first chapter. i had so much fun writing it i really hope you like it!!

[redr0sewrites]

I saw you posted a tweet asking us to post something we thought about you, and here I am...

Excuse my English, it's really rubbish and I use Google Translate

I think you like boxes and sponges, maybe corals too? Idk

Green tea with a fluffy pancake? Especially if they are filled with pure sweetness, I think it is the snack that everyone wants but it is horrible on a daily basis and cooking stuffed pancakes makes me lazy (I hope I'm not the only one)

Do you cook regularly? I have the feeling that you prefer to put away the plates and cutlery before cooking or washing.

Oh, and a question, brownie, bread or cake? In my country it is common to eat 2-3 breads daily, I hope you have a healthier diet

¿Maybe you skip a meal? And when you realize, BAM! you want to go to the kitchen and take a lot of food because hunger came suddenly

I don't read all your writings or posts, but I try, sorry if anything contradicts something you've already said.

Sorry for the long message! I have a lot of fun writing nonsense and your blog feels comfortable.

(I sincerely apologize if a wrong pronoun slipped out or something was misspelled! Feel free to ignore the message. Much love!)

AAAAA I WAS SO EXCITED U ACTUALLY RESPONDED TO THE POST I MADE OMG!!!! I LOVE AQUATIC CREATURES SUCH AS SPONGES, AND I ALSO LOVE FLUFFY PASTRIES AND PANCAKES :DDD!

I def like to bake more than cook, but i do both relatively a lot and i really like making pies!!! if i had to choose between brownies or cake, id probably choose brownies! it depends on the type of cake tho-

ALL IN ALL, TYSM FOR RESPONDING<3 UR ENGLISH IS ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD IMO, AND THIS ASK MADE ME SO HAPPY :D IM GLAD U LIKE MY BLOG!!!