#none of this is sarcastic btw it's just funny

[justsomespiders]

beloved mutuals and friends tysm <3

classic post moment, a whole 3 notes

[petorahs]

Yuri Leclerc as a concept is sooo funny because here is the most beautiful woman you've ever seen, sike! He's a man actually. and you're like okay, okay, cool. he's still the most beautiful person ever, looks introverted yet elegant, so you'd expect him to have a demure-ish personality with delicate hobbies. speaks in noble tongue, voice as soft as the lilac in his hair maybe. probably into fashion as well.

and then he opens his mouth.

DEEP voice, crass, and a menace. were it not for the game's rating and setting, this guy would be cursing worse than a sailor. ANDDD the funniest thing is that he's 😂 an underground mafia boss. his first conversation with the player character is that he'd slit their throat for crossing his men. he's confident, sarcastic and smug, absolutely at odds with his soft appearance. NONE of his hobbies aside from the makeup are ""girly"" at all.

but that's not all! get this. he's... a momma's boy. intimidating fucker that he is, everything he does, the maiming the killing the swindeling, it's all to send money back to her. AND following that, he's something of a Robin Hood minus the heroic fanfare. as in, he's for the common folk. from orphans to the disabled, his care protects them all. beneath the scary job and personality, his compassion runs deep.

he can't stand not knowing things. he sings so prettily but scowls when he's made to do it in public. people call him a Savage Mockingbird and he does do nothing but mock and toy with his prey sometimes. he hates attention. A+ honors student but dropped out for doing crime. he's gotten into shit situations where people took advantage of him for his pretty looks.

he likes stargazing. he's named after a star. his real name at least. the one only his mom calls him.

isn't the dichotomy just the funniest. like don't all these aspects combined together make for the most delightfully jarring character ever. but it makes sense. the totality of his life circumstances made the person that he is now and it just... works.

"Yuri is the best he's my favorite!" -Yuri himself (actual line in game btw)

[m00nkissedlover]

・｡stress relief 🌼

"you always had me, you're always shining~"

regulus black x reader | word count: 784 words

summary: you're stressed from class, so your boyfriend helps you relax 🌼

warnings: none!

note: first time writing for reggie (i love him <3) random little drabble that i just had to write! fyi, i'm not completely familiar with all things mauraders and i only really ever dabbled in harry potter. so, if anything seems off or wrong, please let me know! (changed some things w/ my format! got some help with this fic from: @crescenthistory ! (amazing writer btw💕))

you walked into your dorm room and immediately flopped onto your bed, face first. a groan left you as you internally cried about what had just occurred in class. you, yes you, had made a more than embarrassing mistake during potions class today, accidentally mixing up two vials of similar colored liquids and almost turning your seat mate into a newt. professor slughorn was obviously concerned about the mistake, but waved it off as the class snickered under their breaths. no, you'd never recover from this.

a knock on your door pulled you back to reality. you didn't even bother to get up, turning your head to the side so you could yell "it's open!" the sound of the turning doorknob, the creak of the door opening and closing, and the sound of deliberate footsteps filled your ears before a familiar dark haired slytherin came into your field of view as he crouched down next to your bed.

"who snapped your wand in two?" he asked in a sarcastic manner, moving to sit next to your laid out form.

"i don't wanna talk about it..." you grumbled, turning your head to face him.

"oh come on, i bet it's not that bad," he urged, poking your cheek with a silver ringed finger.

"i ruined a potion and almost turned half my class into red newts." regulus had to bite back a laugh, a soft smile forming on his lips as he glanced back at you. 

you heard the sheets rustling and felt regulus's body scoot closer to you. he laid next to you and after a few seconds, you felt his arms encircle you, pulling your head into his chest. this surprised you since regulus wasn't particularly keen on initiating intimate physical touch like this. the fact that he was doing this to make you feel better made your heart warm up.

you wrapped your arms around his torso, gently resting your head on his chest. "so, tell me more about how you almost turned half your class into newts."

"regulus!" you yelped as you felt him pinch your side teasingly.

"alright, alright. i'll stop." he murmured, resting his chin on your head. "enough about me. how was your day?"

"not as eventful as yours, that's for sure." he made that comment knowing you'd playfully smack him in the chest.

"my day was alright. rather boring, but alright. spent most of it at the library. then i spent about an hour helping dorcas settle an argument with barty." regulus said, letting out an annoyed huff, as if remembering the event gave him a headache.

"what was it about?" you asked, knowing that the two always got into play arguments.

"they were playing old maid in the slytherin common room and dorcas accused barty of cheating. it did start off as playful and somehow ended the same way?" regulus mumbled, a look of slight confusion on his features.

"why do you say that? i'm sure the whole thing was pretty much just playful banter." "halfway through the game, barty almost flipped the table...."

"yeesh, sounds like you had a rough day too." you laughed, regulus frowning a little as you reached up to pinch his nose. he let out some weird noise that made you burst into a fit of laughter.

"y/n-" you cut him off by burying your face into his neck, your body vibrating as you continued to laugh.

"it wasn't that funny, okay?" you couldn't even bring yourself to protest, more laughter leaving you as you stopped to imitate the sound he made, only to laugh harder.

though he looked as if he were embarrassed by you laughing at him, it really brought a smile to his lips. seeing you, tears in the corners of your eyes and your stomach hurting a bit from laughing so hard, was probably one of the times he thought you were the most precious, the most beautiful. but he'd never say that out loud. regulus rolled his eyes playfully, scooting over as if to get up.

"if you don't stop laughing at me, i'll leave."

"whaaaat? nooo, i'm sorry. it was just," you paused to laugh once more, catching your breath. "it was really cute!"

"it was not. that was embarrassing."

"whatever you say" you teased, leaning up to give him a little peck on the lips as he pouted. a grin spread over his lips and you could see his ears were still a bit red from embarrassment. "there he is!" you exclaimed, cupping his face into your hands.

even though you both had pretty shit days, you always managed to make one another feel better in the end. 🌼

© m00nkissedlover, 2024

[brucewaynehater101]

I remember this one shot where tim & bruce swaps bodies while bruce is as batman in some jla meeting. Tim just continues it perfectly.

This is the body swap au, btw

Anyways, would Tim do a good job as Batman?. I think if Tim sees the swap as something brief he would do his best. (But we all make them swap long enough to Tim having enough time for long term plans) so if Tim gaslights himself into believing they would swap back after some weeks, he would do better. He thinks he can do better as a way to show he can be Batman without being a evil one(he's fighting the gun Batman allegations).

Still, it would be funny that in his "I'm gonna fix Bruce's life while am here plan".

Tim acts less as a classic moody batman while in the atalaya. Gives more and kind advice. He talks with Superman about his situation with Kon. He helps Flash with his eating schedule. He helps Arthur with whatever is going on in Atlantis. He shuts off all of the surveillance on Bruce's coworkers, just to mess with Bruce.

He just avoids Martian tho.

Then, it's been a month since the swap. They don't seem to find any way back. Tim cannot lie to himself anymore and the Batman duties are becoming way too much.

Then Bruce dies in Tim's body.

Tim never wanted to be Batman, neither to be like Bruce. But he messed Tim up. Tim never wanted to be like Bruce Wayne. And now he is living his nightmare, every day since Bruce death, Tim has to wake up and avoid his reflection. Tim never wanted to be like Bruce Wayne and now everyone call him the wrong name. Bruce died and Tim does what he does best, he sacrifices. He ditchs his identity any hope of being Tim Drake, so Batman can rise once again.

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(The last paragraph is a little darker end of the version of this au where Bruce dies in Tim's body. I happily would read some of your ideas where none of them dies tho. There's just so many aspects os this au we can develop more, also we need more bruce pov of this).

Here is the post being referenced!

[I'm sorry to say that 90% of Bruce POV's are just gonna be him suffering.... I can try, though. Put up a valiant effort]

Let's really pack in that angst, shall we?

For this AU, Tim has been compared to Bruce so many fucking times.

At first, despite his shaky relationship with the grieving man, he took it as a compliment. He was like his hero Batman!

It started with Alfred fondly tutting over Tim's capacity to neglect self care duties and his shared interests. The older man would sarcastically ask Tim if he was following Bruce's footsteps of being a loner who sits in his basement all day (just teasing and joking and slight reprimanding).

Then there were the heroes that remarked on Robin's uncanny ability to do the batglare or translate Bruce's grunts.

When Steph and Tim got into arguments (and Tim was being a grade A asshole), Steph would compare Tim's emotional incapability and distrust with Batman's.

Dick, in the heat of the moment, has yelled at Tim to stop acting like Bruce (they got ice cream afterwards as an apology).

Jason has tsked and grumbled and shouted about Tim being molded into Bruce's shape/image.

Even Babs has made a comment or two.

While they didn't mean to hurt Tim (unless they were fighting [for which they would both usually make up and apologize]), it caused a small dig and insecurity to Tim's own self-image.

He wanted Bruce to be proud of him.

Tim wanted to be nothing like Bruce.

Then you add on the 16th birthday, Bruce's shit with Steph, how Bruce treats his other kids, other canon events, gun Batman, and Tim losing the rose-colored glasses of childhood?

Yeah. Tim doesn't want to be Bruce.

It seems fitting, after stealing Robin, that he'd get stuck under the name of the man he grew to see as a warning.

It figures that his choice in saving Batman lead to Tim's loss of self.

[Hmm... I can do another post chatting about Bruce or no one dying if you would like.... Or someone else dying before the truth comes out :)]

[gyllord]

None of this is real - Part 1 / ?

His guys !! I'm back with an other Brad Wolfe / Hunter X-5 fan fiction because why not and I'm obsessed okay ? :) So enjoy this little thing, it's definitely inspired by the second ep of the Loki show. (By inspired I mean it's literally the same thing but with you in it and with Brad/X-5 being in love/having a crush on you). Again, English is not my native language so sorry if I make some mistake. There'll be a part 2 btw ! Enjoy !

Words : 1,1k

Pairing : fem!reader x Brad Wolfe/Hunter X-5

Show : Loki

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-"There's no way he's going to cooperate, at least not with you" You said, talking about Brad. He knew something you also needed to know: Sylvie's location. After she killed The One Who Remains and created a big mess, she just disappeared without letting anyone know where she was going or what she was going to do, not even Loki. But now you really needed her in order to save the TVA and the multiverse. So you really needed Brad to talk. He was not a friend of yours, only an acquaintance. He was very sarcastic, you noticed that the few times you talked to him but you never knew why, when he was talking to you, he was never mean like he could be to others. He never put you down, never saying bad things about you or to you. He even uses nicknames for you and you only. You hated to feel like that but you found him funny and cute in his own way. You would NEVER say this to anyone though because how could you? Practically everyone hated him so you couldn't say that you kind of appreciated him, right ?

-"He will talk don't worry, he just needs some time alone to think. And if he doesn't want to cooperate, we could always use you." Mobius said smiling, looking down at you who were in between Mobius and Loki. Loki turned his head to look at him, confusion written on his face. Not knowing what he meant by that, you simply asked him :

-"What is that supposed to mean ?" You said looking up at Mobius.

-"Well you know, this crush X-5 has on you, it's so obvious really. He always uses nicknames for you, when you're in the room it's like nobody else is in it." You started to become anxious, your heart was beating a little faster now that Mobius just said that. "I mean, come on it's so obvious, right Loki ?" The gray-headed man asked the god of mischief. You rubbed your head in embarrassment, looking away.

-"I..can't say I ever noticed n-" He didn't have the time to finish, Mobius started to talk again.

-"How did you never notice? Are you even looking around you ? Of course you noticed!" Loki frowned but didn't want to waste time answering him. "Well anyway, what matters is that we could use his little crush on you, Y/N, to our advantage! Not in a hurtful way of course! We would never hurt you but maybe after some time alone with you, he would tell you something". Mobius said and you scoffed.

-"Pff, X-5 does NOT have a crush on me" You said, looking ahead of you, not wanting to meet Mobius's gaze because you, on the other hand, had a crush on the hunter. Mobius saying that X-5 could possibly reciprocate your feelings when you were thinking the complete opposite was hurting you a bit.

The elevator's door rang and opened. Brad, a small smile and an amused expression on his face, was being escorted by B15 and a TVA hunter.

-"He does" Mobius whispered to you, now also looking ahead of him

-"Does not" You whispered back to him as Brad and the two TVA agents were walking towards you.

-"Does" Mobius whispered again, a small smile on his face, the same smile that was on Loki's face, definitely entertained by your bickering. You grunted, angry at the man at your left.

As the trio arrived in your direction, Loki touched the collar of his jacket and Mobius waved at Brad. Brad's eyes were practically the all time, looking at you up and down. He would also look at Loki and Mobius to not look suspicious but he was mostly looking at you. Holding eye contact with him was a lot more difficult after your discussion with Mobius so you put your focus on B15 instead.

-"It suits you" Loki said to Brad, mentioning his TVA prisoner Jumpsuit. You agreed with Loki. This jumpsuit but also his new haircut definitely suited him.

-"You must love this" Brad said, having enough of this situation already.

-"It's tighter than you think it's gonna be, isn't it ?" Loki said, still trying to tease Brad a little bit, trying to take his revenge over what he had once experienced.

-"Yeah, I'll get you a looser one next time" Brad said, playing along with Loki.

-"What is this ?" You asked Brad, pointing at the device B15 had in her hand the whole time.

-"That's a Tempad sweetheart" Brad said while looking at you, a sarcastic demeanor as if it was an obvious thing and a dumb question for you to ask. You rolled your eyes.

At the same time, you felt someone nudging your shoulder: it was Mobius. You knew what he meant by that so you shoved him off, trying to not look suspicious.

-"What did you do to it ?" B15 then asked and Brad had to rip his eyes off of you to look at B15.

-"I put some colorful buttons on it for you" Brad replicated with his same sarcastic tone.

-"You will tell us if you found Sylvie when you've had time in holding". B15 said, not paying attention to his playful behavior.

-"Right, 'cause I'm a criminal right ?" Brad asked turning his gaze to Mobius, trying to escape from the grasp of the hunter unsuccessfully.

-"Okay, come on, get in there". Mobius mentioned with his arm to the room on your right.

The hunter pushed Brad to the side and shoved him into the arms of another TVA agent who was now leading him into the room he was going to stay a few hours in.

-"I see X-5 didn't go quietly" The hunter said to all of you.

-"Quietly is not his strong suit". B15 said, referring to the old encounter she had with him. "But he will talk, once he's had time to marinate". You nodded, she was right, Brad also loved attention so some time alone could definitely make him talk so you'll get the information you'll need and you'll find out where Sylvie is hiding".

-"What about this ?" Loki said, talking about the Tempad B15 was still holding in her hand.

-"I think O.B could help us with this, he should check it out" You said to which everyone nodded, thinking it was the best option you all had. You had no idea what Brad did to this Tempad and if he was not going to cooperate about this, then maybe O.B could help.

B15 gave the Tempad to Mobius so that you, Loki and Mobius could go see O.B to ask for help. Mobius started to walk to O.B's office. You looked at Loki, giving him a small smile before following Mobius. Loki followed right after you.

[ackalice]

TMNT ships and shipkids? >:3

oooo boy ima assume you mean from my friend and I's story and not canon cuz I have no canon ships- none that I can think of, at least.

thank you for asking as always Meelu, I'm enjoying this excuse to ramble and explain so I can post art later on!

Adelaide and Donatello

Raphael and Maisie

Lucas and Leo

Yuki and Mikey

the ship kids I made have plenty pictures but I won't include them here cuz i dont think it would be fair to the others. they dont have pictures yet for... a reason that I'm sure you'll understand.

(color coded so its not confusing, and oldest to youngest)

Adamo and Bambinali

Nick, Koda, and Sakari

June Rei

Misaki, Teddy, Wakatoshi, Thea, Fuyumi, Sebastian, and Saemi

It's a running joke that Mikey, even though he was the youngest, was the first to be married, the first to give Splinter a grandchild, and has the most kids.

Here's a lil run down on all of them and their personality:

Adamo: Very shy and timid. He's a biology and writing nut. Mama's boy and hes proud. Gets dragged along on adventures by his sister.

Bambinali: Rowdy and loud. Extroverted out the wazoo. She also has issues getting out her emotions and takes care of it with boxing.

Nick: Very angy boy. He will throw down. Kinda standoffish with new people but he opens up and runs you wild once you get to know him.

Koda: Baby! Baby Koda! Sweet quiet turtle boy. He loves his parents and siblings very very much and would do anything for them. Overall just very kind and loving.

Sakari: She's like a tame version of Leo. Sarcastic and witty but also prefers to sit on the sidelines while her cousins get into trouble. But she will thrown down with Nick whenever he gets on her nerves.

June Rei: OOOO Very puffy lil ferret bab. Has trouble calming down and seems to have infinite energy. Rough and tumble lil princess.

Misaki: Staple eldest sister. She's very athletic. Also enjoys helping her parents out so they don't go insane. Responsible and Intimidating (to her younger siblings).

Teddy: Chill older brother. Literally does not care. He will totally help his little sisters put Sebastian on the ceiling for fun. Tried to get Thea to grow weed once.

Wakatoshi: Boho style. Loving and gives the BEST hugs. Takes after his dad in the artist department. Wears a bunch of beaded jewelry.

Thea: Reads a crap ton of books. Botanist; loves her plants to death. She is very sassy and takes fashion tips from her mom. Will terminate her siblings if they mess with her babies (House plants).

Fuyumi: Emo. Wears LOTS of black clothing and jewelry. Protective of her siblings and will beat people up if they mess with her family.

Sebastian: Grunge lil boy. He gives off a very off-putting vibe but is secretly super gentle fr. still acts tough tho, dont doubt it.

Saemi: The youngest cutie patootie. Everyone babys her to no end. She is skiddish and will hide in her shell at the slightest scare. Mikey usually cradles her to coax her back out. if that doesn't work, he brings out a funny persona to make her laugh.

@ilike2drawstuff

^ Leo and Mikey's kids and significant others are their ocs, btw. I'm showing them off bc their characters are magnificent- THANK YOU for letting me talk abt ur wee babes.

[dredshirtroberts]

life comes at you fast.

stress test complete, nothing bad enough they wouldn't let me leave so i'm assuming it's all good so far. i'll get updates about my results later probably or i'll wait until i see the cardiologist in July after my chest MRI. She didn't even make the treadmill go harder, I'm *that* big of a fucking wuss. I was like "Yeah i mean i'm short of breath and my legs really fucking hurt but like, that's how it always is am i right?" and she was like "If you're already struggling at like a 13-14 on our hardness scale, i'm not making you go any harder, also we're very nearly almost at the bpm you're supposed to hit already so like. you're good."

like the pace we were starting out with is the pace i have to push myself up to in order to keep up with most everyone else around me cause my legs is short and i have surrounded myself with longlegged tall people because the universe thinks it's funny to make me waddle lmao. And like, I was struggling but like. I struggle *all the time* which is difficult to explain to someone you've just met that morning. anyway i got to leave early because we hit the goal and all her readings etc weren't bad enough to keep me there. also, btw, side note completely: really fucking funny to watch my heart rate increase on the monitors as i do Basic Normal Shit like Standing and Mounting The Treadmill. very funny to me (genuine)

I uh... i also got an update on my grandpa - once more through my dad, just as tactfully if not more so than before (Sarcastic). Grandpa passed away yesterday morning. My dad did at least attempt to call first but i have him blocked so it didn't ring. I guess i'm lucky i heard about this at all.

I ran out of time to call and say goodbye, but at the same time i didn't want to ruin the last call we'd had - which i was content with being our Last Call Ever if need be (we'd been anticipating this for a while, it is... easier, i think? that i was already emotionally partway through the Process as it were). I also just... didn't want to talk to any of them. Interacting with my family of origin makes me deeply uncomfortable and anxious and... and that sucks. It shouldn't be like that.

none of my relationships as they stand with any of the people blood-related to me should be the way they are right now. they should be happier and healthier and filled with way more love and support with no holes or gaps or large swaths of dead air between us.

and uh... if i feel relief that i never have to worry about interacting with my grandpa again and all the anxiety and stress that brings, well... i already knew i grieve and mourn incorrectly. i know that. i do it wrong. so i'll just keep doing it wrong in the way that makes the most sense for me and you keep your nose out of it. he wasn't your grandpa - he was mine.

he never did finish that boat.

[socheckitout-mikey]

heyyy !! i hope you're doing well! i just finished watching the outsiders movie + book (btw you're hcs for are so freaking good omg!! ><) But anywho enough of my rambling, i was wondering if you could do hc for dallas teaching you how to drive? particularly a romantic interest but it could be anyone if you'd prefer. I hope you have fun w this with this!

im doing well, hun. im glad you enjoy my hc's. yeah ofc! always up for some dally hc's >:) tysm for requesting these. sorry it took me a century to get round to writing and posting them. enjoy them tho! <3 - mae

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Dallas Winston Teaching You How To Drive Hc's:

° This is gonna be one wild time. Dally isn’t known for his driving abilities since he’s known for being just as reckless on the road as he is on his own two feet. Think of a high speed car chase with the fuzz and you’ll have him perfectly. I mean, he turns corners at 100mph, you better say a prayer!

° You sure picked your instructor well, now didn’t you? And the chances of him taking this seriously are slim to none. However this will be eventful.

° First and foremost, you’re too on edge for his liking. “Listen kid, you’re so on edge that you’re makin’ me on edge, which ain’t good. You gotta loosen up, capeesh? I promise ya, you’ll come outta this car a pro! No one’s gonna recognise you cuz you’ll be drivin’ all snazzy.”

° “Snazzy?” You cocked an eyebrow.

° “Alright, maybe not that cuz your pop’s got you a hunk’o junk, but at least you’ll know how to make it move from point A to point B.” He grinned just as you frowned at him. He patted your shoulder reassuringly, “Y’know, it’s the little things! C’mon, what do we have to lose?”

° “Our lives and this car.” You muttered wryly.

° “Eh for this to work ya gotta have a bit of faith!”

° “Faith?! Alright, who switched you out for Jesus?”

° Dally just about pissed himself laughing at that one.

° The first thing he tries to teach you is how to hotwire a car for, and I quote, “It’s for research purposes! You never know, what if I’m not around to do it for you?”

° “Dal, we are not hot wiring my dad’s car! I just got it -,”

° “Yeah well, maybe if he thinks it’s stolen then he’ll take pity on you and give you his new piece of junk.” He smarted back at you.

° “No!”

° “Well, ain’t you a goody-goody.” He muttered sarcastically under his breath.

° But he lays off after that… a bit.

° When you and Dallas are together, there’s a slim chance of anything being taken seriously. You’re always goofing off. So when you’re trying to take something seriously, Dally’s trying hard not to laugh. It’s just the way that your face gets when you’re focusing, it kills any inkling of seriousness in him.

° “You’re not funny, Dally.” You growled.

° “I think I’m pretty funny, sugar.” He winked at you teasingly, which might have gotten you to roll your eyes and smile just a little.

° I think that Dallas is definitely a, “I’m only gonna say this once, so you better have your listenin’ ears on,” type of guy. Even though you forget it two seconds later, he’s just gonna say it again with a, “Y’know, I think you’re doin’ this on purpose, doll.”

° Whether you did or didn’t do it on purpose cannot be proven whatsoever.

° “What? Are you gonna bring me to court for it?” You sassed back.

° And Dally just did that gorgeous breathy laugh, coupled with a smirk. He straightened up in the passenger seat, staring out of the windshield before looking at you again. “You’re a pain in my ass, sweetheart.”

° There does come a point where he is semi serious, but he’s awfully disgruntled because you’re driving in the legal speed limit.

° “C’mon! All I ask is that you scratch the paint on that oldie’s bumper, for cryin’ out loud!”

° “Dal, there’s a cop there and besides, that man has more money than our entire neighbourhood combined. I’m not takin’ the heat cuz you almost got caught hot wiring his car three weeks ago,”

° “Ass kisser…” he muttered under his breath, disguised by a cough.

° “Say that one more time and I’ll-,”

° “Babe, you’re hearing things,”

° Dallas Winston has some damn road rage, especially when he’s in the passenger seat. The amount of scraps you’ve had to zoom away from is insane. He’s flipping everyone the bird and even starting things.

° Did I mention that he’s also a backseat driver? He does it mainly to annoy you, which works every damn time!

° He isn’t known for his patience, so if on the fifth time of teaching you how to parallel park and you still don’t know how to, there will be consequences. Of course in the form of playfully threatening to demonstrate how to do it for you again. And would you look at that, you did it on your own, all while shaking in your boots. He can’t help but be a little proud. So instilling a bit of fear with his driving will get you to do the hard stuff, eh?

° Now, you don’t always drive the speed limit, but you aren’t as wild as Dally. He’s always calling you gramps or grams whenever you do drive because it’s not the speed he’d choose.

° “C’mon, you gotta live a little! I’m tellin’ ya, I ain’t gettin’ any younger with your tortoise crawl. I mean, I can practically feel the grey hairs growin’ in!” He teased, bored outta his mind as you sluggishly drove down the dirt road.

° You do end up getting the hang of everything pretty quickly. You become a good driver, because Dally’s always telling you not to do what he’s doing. You’re his s/o afterall. At least one of you should know how to drive properly.

° Dallas is a good teacher — in his own way, of course. He’s not winning any awards ever, but he did well — at least for you. Afterall, if you weren’t his partner — someone he’s a little soft for, he wouldn’t have taken so much time to teach you. With all of the teasing and complaining, Dally grew to love spending these nights or afternoons with you. He wouldn’t ever admit it, but seeing you achieve things and get more confident on the road was something that made him proud. Even better when you passed your actual test! Although he rolled his eyes because you got a real license, he couldn’t have been more happy.

° “I coulda gotten you one for free,” he grumbled at you in Buck’s T-Bird, because you couldn’t drive to the test yourself.

° “And have whoever made it stitch me with a bad photo?” You said, practically outraged. Dallas just rolled his eyes.

° “You had the best teacher, of course.” He grinned in the driver's seat, and changed the subject too. He swiped your license from your pretty fingers and began inspecting it, propping his boots up on the dashboard.

° You slapped his foot down, made him laugh as you demanded it back. With a smoke between his lips, he grinned impishly at the little picture on your ID. “Man, they sure got the wrong angle that’s for sure.”

° “Gimme that back!” You grumbled, snatching it away from him and putting it in your back pocket. “Asshole…” you mumbled at him.

° Dallas just grinned, pulling the cigarette from his mouth to flick ashes at you, and blow smoke in your face — two things that you weren’t phased by any more. “C’mere,” he hummed, leaning over and planting a firm but loving kiss on your lips. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.” He promised candidly.

° “Really?”

° “O’course-,” he began passionately, but stopped himself. He wagged his finger’s with his smoke in between them at you for a moment as you giggled at your handiwork. “New rule, from now on I only say things once.”

° “Aw c’mon!” You giggled.

° I hope you know that you’re Dally’s personal taxi service now fhfhdhwjeh. He says that it’s the least you can do with all of the time and energy he spent on teaching you how to drive. He means that playfully of course; shot to you with a teasing wink. If you complain, he just says he’ll drive, which always gets you to bend and begin driving off before he can get out of the car.

° The banter is 20/10 I promise you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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[be0mcore]

hiiii ok so this is like hyper specific but could u maybe write something about…like. txt reacting to their partner having eczema bc its so irritating (both metaphorically and literally) and idk hearing ab how theyd b ur emotional support during stupid flareups would b so nice ok im rambling LMAO sorry but please if u can could u write smth like that? thank u so much love ur work btw <333

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ txt reaction to your eczema

notes: omgg of course i can! what's funny is i have eczema too so i know how absolutely irritating it is. also apologies if this fic makes no sense, i'm currently sick so i'm lowkey losing my sanity. hope u enjoyed anon ily!!

genre: fluff tw: none

❥˗ˏˋyeonjun ´ˎ˗

◦ first time he sees your flareups, he instantly gets worried. your skin is all red and cracked and he's panicked that you might've hurt yourself. immediately asks you what you did to yourself with a concerned look on his face. you explain you have eczema and baby boy knows exactly what to do. he instantly goes out and buys you every moisturiser and hand cream on the shelf. he returns and runs you a warm bath to get yourself clean, and then offers to moisturise your flareups for you. he tries to kiss your flareups better but you won't let him don't touch the flareups, jun so instead he settles on peppering your lips with soft butterfly kisses !

❥˗ˏˋsoobin´ˎ˗

◦ mother soobs has arrived. he has a cousin with eczema i made that up, so he's on it straight away. opens his drawer to show you his expensive array of moisturisers, creams and treatments. if you need anything, he'll be on it immediately. need to go to the doctor? want some more moisturiser? need cuddles? he'll be by your side in an instant, making sure you're feeling okay. if you're getting too stressed about it, he'll tuck your head in his chest and rub soothing circles on your back, hoping that will make you feel better !

❥˗ˏˋbeomgyu´ˎ˗

◦ mans was absolutely perplexed when he saw your flare up. he has no idea what's going on and starts panicking right away. are you diseased? should he call someone? once you tell him it's just your eczema flare up, he relaxes a bit, but still can't help and feel worried. he's lowkey sad you didn't tell him about your flare ups earlier in the relationship so that he could've taken care of you sooner, so he decides to make up for it now. absolutely smothers you in bed and will not let you leave. cuddles you gently, being very careful not to touch the flareups. will probably ask you what he should do for next time, because you're his and he just wants to take care of you !

❥˗ˏˋtaehyun´ˎ˗

◦ can't help but crack a joke the first time he sees the flare up. he doesn't do it out of malice though, it's said out of pure concern. he doesn't want to show how worried he really is, so he has to make a sarcastic comment to hide it. however, you quickly notice that he's always around you, lending you his treatments, running you baths more frequently, and so on. when you guys are cuddling he'll softly rake his fingers through your hair while telling you cool facts to distract you from the itch and pain !

❥˗ˏˋkai´ˎ˗

◦ mans was absolutely perplexed part 2. absolutely 0 clue on what to do. he can see that you're taking good care of yourself though, so he decides to comfort you in other ways. by this i mean: tummy rubs!!! and soft kisses!!! and warm cuddles!!! whispers in your ear how he thinks you're so cool and brave for getting through your flare ups and you're like kai it's just eczema lmao. he's still proud of you nonetheless, he knows it can be very very difficult !

[midgardianweasley]

Your grace! Bless us with a Natasha x reader where the team is invited to a wedding by a close friend of Tony’s. Then when the bridal bouquet is thrown, the bride throws it too hard where reader accidentally catches it and the team is just going “Oooooh!” And reader is like “I’m not even in a relationship!” But the team know in secret that reader and Natasha have feelings for each other but are too dumb to know. Just funniness and fluff! 🥰😍 (Your writing is brilliant btw!)

I loved this request!! I hope i did it justice <3

it’s a wedding thing

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

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Summary: When the Avengers get invited to a close friend of Tony's wedding, what hidden feelings will surface? What relationships will bloom? Who will be the next bride?

Warnings: none!

word count: 4.1k

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“Alright gang, this one’s for all of us, we all listening?”

A cluster of ‘yes’ ‘go on’ ‘come on Tony’ filled the room, everyone eager to hear what the fancy envelope held inside. It was amusing to watch Tony take advantage of everyone’s excitement, slowly peeling the envelope, gasping when he pulled the letter out of the casing slightly, not letting anyone else see what was written on it.

You, Natasha and Wanda all seemed to share a look of amusement at the dramatics and the almost visible frustration coming off of everyone. It was like watching children try to wait patiently for sweets in a shop, almost completely off of their seats. It wasn’t until Tony noticed that Pepper was giving him a warning look, that he, begrudgingly, hurried up and announced what was written on the letter.

“Wow. Caleb’s getting married.” He spoke, eyebrows raised in surprise. “And he’s invited the team.”

“Well, I’m not going.” A voice spoke from the corner of the room, clearly un-amused by what was currently going on.

“Luckily for you, I don’t see ‘reindeer games’ anywhere on the invitation. So you’re off the hook.” He replied with a tight lipped smile, Thor had been visiting recently to see Jane and pay the avengers a visit and wanted to bring Loki to meet her.

‘A pleasant trip’ Thor said.

‘A living hell’ Tony corrected.

It got a laugh out of the team though. Nat and I especially. We’d spent the last couple of nights in each other’s bedrooms, making a list about our favourite moments through the day where Tony and Loki clashed, making stupid insults towards the other. I think it’s safe to say that we went through multiple bags of popcorn over the nights, though you were both thankful it was there, it was the only thing muffling the laughter, if it hadn't, you’re almost certain the entire compound would have woken up at the sound of our laughter.

You nudged Natasha’s side gently, the bicker between the two men still continuing.

“Hey, Nat.” She turned and tilted her head questioningly.

“So we know how a physical fight between those two worked out. But, if they had to compete in a rap battle, who do you think would win?”

Her face immediately lit up, eyes sparkling which only enhanced their beauty, you could almost feel the cogs turning in her head, trying to go through every logical option.

“Well. Loki seems pretty well spoken, so vocabulary wise, I think he’d be strong. But Tony is sarcastic which can help with quick quips. But then again, Loki-”

“Hey lovebirds, Romanoff, Y/L/N” Tony clicked his fingers, earning himself a pair of eyerolls at the term he’d used. “Anything you wanna share with the team, or can we move on?”

“Actually-”

“Overridden. Moving on.”

You looked towards Natasha, snickering slightly at how blunt he’s being, Loki having found his way under his skin again. A part of you felt bad for the man, but that feeling is soon replaced by amusement. It was obvious Nat felt the same way, her sharing the same expression as you, although, you could hide yours much better. She had to physically put her hand over her mouth in the hopes the man wouldn’t notice her.

“So, the wedding is next week, a little short notice but when do we ever have enough notice, who’s in?”

Looking around the room, there were a handful of nods, each looking to see who else was going to go. You looked towards Nat again to see if she was planning on attending, only to find her already staring at you.

“So Y/L/N, up for a wedding?”

“It would be a nice change of pace. Are you going?”

“Only if you are” You blushed slightly at the response.

“Better get your nicest dress on Romanoff.” You winked, her turn to blush and focus back on what the rest of the group was saying.

“It’s probably easy if I list couples first on the RSVP and then the singles.” Tony took a glance around the table, mentally taking note of those who had shown signs of agreement. “So there’ll be Wanda and Vision, Legolas and his wife, Romanoff and Y/L/N, Thor and Jane-” You felt your face morph into one of confusion.

“Woah woah, Tony, back up, what did you say?”

“Thor and Jane, they’re-”

“Before that.”

“I’ve said this before Y/N, Legolas isn’t actually real. I meant Clint.”

“Very funny.” He held a proud smirk. “Romanoff and I aren’t a couple”

You wish.

“That’s not what Rogers said when he saw you both cuddling up on the sofa last night.” Before you had a chance to look in Steve’s direction, you could practically feel the daggers Nat was sending him, making his face cringe slightly and his back straighten.

“That’s what Rogers said, is it?” She spoke, tilting her head in question. You knew she was partly joking, but you’d still decided to intervene before anyone lost any limbs.

“My head fell onto her shoulder when I dozed off during our movie. It wasn’t ‘cuddling’ , thank you very much.” You laughed, internally wishing that Steve’s words were true.

“See? So cut it out.” Steve put his hands up in surrender, despite having a cheeky grin on his face.

“Okay okay. Fine!” The billionaire said, writing something on the envelope. “I’ll just put ‘couple pending’” He muttered

“Stark!”

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You and the girls had just come back from dress shopping, all three of you had spent the whole day in and out of different shops, hours in dressing rooms and your voices were almost completely gone with how often you were telling each other, ‘that looks stunning’ ‘that’s the one!’ and the most common one by the end of the trip; ‘please just pick a dress so we can go home and nap’. That one was from our very own black widow, her patience wore a little thin after 8 hours of staring at dresses.

You had gone through all the colours and styles while you were out, ranging from classy jumpsuits to figure hugging dresses that felt like a second skin. Wanda and Natasha had chosen their dresses and were eager to find you one, and what a mission that was.

“I promise you, we’re not going home until we find this dress, okay?”

“Wanda’s right. We’ll stay out until they all shut if we have to. But, let’s make that a last resort.” Natasha eyed you both warily.

You’d been walking around for hours now. Each dress you tried on had potential, but there was always something that didn’t sit right with you. It was either too baggy, too tight, the cut wasn’t appealing, the length wasn’t ideal, it was starting to feel hopeless. You’d even suggested just going in your pyjamas, but Wanda’s death glare had made it clear that wasn’t an option.

You and Natasha were both dragging your feet, Wanda still having a slight spring in her step as you walked into the final shop and picking up a couple of dresses before then going into the dressing room to try them on.

The first two were okay, but you weren’t a fan. Then there was the third one. The third one was a gorgeous Y/F/C dress that fell just past your knees, it had thin straps and the skirt was simple and loose so that when you spun around in it, you felt like a princess. You looked in the mirror and you adored the reflection, you still wanted the others opinions though, though you didn’t doubt that they’d feel the same way.

Pulling the curtain back and gaining their attention from where they were looking elsewhere, you smiled when you saw their reaction, more specifically, Natasha’s. Wanda was complimentary, walking up and feeling the fabric, gushing about how beautiful you looked, but you barely heard it, too focused on the redhead sitting in front of you, her eyes glazed over and her jaw almost on the floor, completely zoned out on you.

“This dress is it, Y/N, you have to get it! Nat? What do you think?” Her head shook, bringing herself back to reality and briefly meeting your eyes, only to quickly dart between You, Wanda and your dress in an attempt to compose herself.

“Yeah, I mean, wow, you look- wow.” Her hands flailed in your direction. You’d knocked the assassin speechless. Wanda rolled her eyes playfully at the interaction. She’d known about you and Nat’s feelings for each other for a month or two now, silently cursing the both of you when there was an opportunity to confess, yet never did. It was obvious to the rest of the team, why were neither of you picking up on it?

Keeping quiet, she ushered you back into the changing room, much to Natasha’s relief, both because she wanted to head back to the compound and she wasn’t sure how much longer she would’ve lasted seeing you standing there looking literally flawless. She always thought you looked amazing, but there was something about the way you looked in front of her just then that made her brain feel like a haze.

It was pretty safe to say,

You bought the dress.

Collapsing on your bed, dropping your bags to the side and letting out a loud sigh, you heard your door shut and someone fall into the chair by the window. You already knew who it was.

“I’m exhausted.” The woman groaned, rubbing her hands up and down her face to attempt to physically remove the tiredness from her body.

“Sorry for dragging you around for so long, I just-”

“Hey, no, don’t apologise for that. We all said we’d find the perfect dress, and it was worth the wait.” Heat rose to your cheeks at her words.

“You really think I looked good?”

Natasha could sense your underlying tone of doubt, unsure as to why you would doubt her opinion, she’d always been honest with you. Nonetheless, she heaved herself out of her seat and made her way to the end of the bed, kneeling down so that your now sat up figure could look down into her eyes, with her hands on each side of your face to focus you on her and her alone.

“I wouldn’t lie to you, okay? You looked incredible and I'm sure you’ll look even better at this wedding on Saturday, if that’s even possible.” You let out a small chuckle at her words as a smile made its way onto her face.

“You’ll be the prettiest one there.”

“Better not tell the Bride you said that, Nat.” She laughed, looking down for only a few seconds before looking at you again.

“We’ll make that our secret.” You nodded in silent agreement, grateful that she’d made you feel so reassured.

“Thank you, Tasha.”

“You’re more than welcome, sweetheart.” She replied.

You were so lost in her words, you hadn’t realised how close her face had gotten to yours, and how her eyes swapped between your eyes and your lips. You didn’t realise how she subconsciously had kept edging towards you, hands trembling a little with every inch closer she gets.

She wanted to kiss you. Every nerve in her body was almost electrified with the temptation to just move her lips over yours and become one. Her pulse raced, almost to prepare her for doing so. Which is why she wanted to kick herself with a pair of her highest heels when she uttered her next words.

“We should get some sleep.”

You broke out of your trance, jumping backwards slightly when noticing limited space between you both. You awkwardly coughed as she stood, heading back over to her chair to grab her bag and return to her room.

“Yeah, yeah of course. Big today, rest is probably a good idea.” You both nodded, she was already one foot out of the door when she gave you a small ‘goodnight’ and left, not waiting to hear you say it back.

Just like you hadn’t realised her actions early, you were oblivious to her hitting her head off of the wall in the corridor just outside of your room, wondering why she’d backed away. Where was Thor’s hammer when you needed to knock some sense into yourself? She thought before dragging herself back to her room where she would fall asleep, unable to get you out of her head.

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“Right! Headcount before we go in! And I want us all on our best behaviour Avengers, this is a wedding” Steve had completely lost you after ‘Headcount’. Not only are most of you fully grown adults, sorry Peter, but he seems to be oblivious to the fact that some of you were wearing high heels, and patience in high heels had an expiry date.

“Y’know, if he doesn’t let us in soon, I’m not afraid to threaten him with his own shield.” You heard a whisper just behind your ear, smirking at the comment.

“I’ll join you.” You answered, Bruce and Clint sharing a knowing look from afar when watching the two of you have your own quiet conversation, though short lived when they saw Natasha’s head move in their direction, their gaze coming to a halt so as to avoid any conflict with their teammate.

You guys could try to hide it all you want, but your entire team knows better than that, they just had to wait it out until you both finally admitted it to the other.

______________________

You and the Avenger’s were currently sitting at a guest table, now in the reception part of the evening. The ceremony was beautiful, the bride wore a crisp white ball gown with her makeup and hair done to perfection, the groom looking like a prince in his black tux and a look full of adoration towards his wife to be painted on his face.

Their looks weren’t the best part of it though. The clothes and the accessories were lovely, of course. But all you could focus on was the love shared between them as they shared their vows telling the other how they believed they were each other's soulmate, and that they promised to always be the other’s rock. You’d found yourself with tears in your eyes, barely able to appreciate the sight with how blurry your vision was now. They finally fell when they said their ‘I do’s’, feeling only happiness for the newlyweds.

Although marriage hadn’t been something you always thought about, you’d hoped that you would meet your special someone and settle down, retire from the missions, the battles, the superhero lifestyle and just be with your soulmate for the rest of your days.

Despite not being a couple, whenever you thought of the person you wanted to spend the rest of your time with, there was only one person that came to mind. And she stood right in front of you throughout the ceremony, comforting a sobbing demi-god while he was also trying to explain to Vision why he was in floods of tears.

Music filled the room, upbeat, but calm enough for the couples on the dancefloor to sway gently to the beat, soft lights occasionally shining on them as they danced, the bride and groom being one of them. You smiled gently at the sight, feeling dreadfully single with all of the love in the room, but grateful that you could see so many people look so content and in love with their significant other.

An elbow could suddenly be felt in your side, pulling you from your thoughts to instead be met with gorgeous green eyes and a bold red smirk.

“Penny for your thoughts?” She leaned in, curiosity clouding her mind.

“Nothing much up there really.” You glanced back at the dance floor quickly. “I’m just happy to see everyone so happy.”

Natasha followed your direction of where you were looking, an idea soon popped into her head. She was going to ask you to dance.

Her mouth opened to speak, but as if it was done on purpose, a ‘screech’ echoed in the ballroom, catching everyone’s attention, including taking yours away from hers.

“We’re taking a break from dancing for a minute folks, It’s time for the bride to throw the bouquet!” He announced, soon followed by shrieks and the sound of feet padding on the wooden floor, women all gathering in a small bunch, huddled together as if their lives depended on it as the men all returned to their seats, shaking their heads at the commotion.

Not really wanting to take part, you turned back around again.

“Sorry Nat, what were you-”

“Y/N!” Your head fell as you were interrupted by a very excited Maximoff.

“Y/N! C’mon! We need to do the bouquet toss!” She started to pull you up, refusing to listen to any excuse you could possibly conjure up to avoid having to take part.

Giving the team a desperate look, hoping someone will help you escape, you’re instead met with encouraging and amused faces, including Natasha’s a clear indication that not a single person was going to help you. Traitor’s.

With a half serious eye roll, you quickly grabbed your glass of champagne and kicked off your heels, heading towards the group of screaming women basically crawling on top of one another when the bride was barely up on the ‘stage’ yet. You let Wanda wander off into the group but remained towards the back, sipping from your glass and sending the occasional sneaky glare towards your table.

“You guys ready?” The bride yelled, only to be met with more screams and a faint chorus of ‘yes’ heard among it as they all threw their hands higher. Wanda saw you were just stood there, and subtly used her powers to raise your hand, earning loud laughs and cheers from the Avengers, taking great joy in the scene unfolding in front of them.

“Okay! Three...Two..”

You kept your arm up, pretending to be enthusiastic about the toss, when you realistically didn’t really expect much from these kinds of traditions. What you definitely hadn’t expected, was for your figure to stumble backwards as you suddenly felt petals and stems in your palm, a faint feeling of silk brushing against your thumb as your fingers wrapped around the item.

You almost spat out your champagne, eyes widening in shock as you looked to see the arrangement of flowers in your grip, looking up to see women both disheartened and elated at your catch. How the hell had you managed that? You were literally the farthest person away, and on your own! You must’ve been set up. Okay, a bit of a stretch, but still!

“WOOO, Y/L/N IS GETTING MARRIED!”

“WHO’S THE LUCKY SOMEONE Y/N?”

“Y/N CAUGHT THE FLOWERS, Y/N CAUGHT THE FLOWERS.”

The bride noticeably laughed at your friend’s cheers, she hadn’t meant to throw it that far back, her arm just kinda went full force, but seeing the reaction it caused, she didn’t regret it. She didn’t even regret it when she saw the look of embarrassment on your face, as it was soon replaced with a contagious beam as you walked towards them again, a very proud Wanda in tow,

“Guys! Guys! I’m not even in a relationship! I highly doubt i’m the next woman in this room to get married.” You joked

“Well, I wouldn’t be so sure.” Sam laughed “Romanoff, you got an engagement ring handy?” He yelped as a peanut from the centre of the table was thrown at him, and of course with being a trained assassin, Nat had hit him right in the centre of his forehead, earning a dramatic noise of pain to leave his mouth.

These guys will be the death of you.

__________________

After some teasing, the room had filled once again with happy couples dancing, now including some you were very familiar with, one being a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist and his CEO wife, and another being an Asgardian with his Midgardian girlfriend, both gently moving side to side in time with the music.

Letting out a content sigh, you were met once again with the flowers, however, this time, they weren’t on the table, but were held by a gorgeous woman in a flawless navy dress.

“So, I know we aren’t a couple, but, would the future bride like to dance?” She asked, you let out a content sigh, pretending to think it over for a minute.

“Y’know what, I would, thank you for your kind offer.” You took the hand she’d held out for you and led you to the dance floor. While her hands went to your waist, gently tugging you closer, your arms went around her neck, hands interlocking behind her as you, like the others you’d admired all even, swayed.

You’re unsure when it happened, much like a time before, but your head had made its way onto your dance partner's shoulder, your body following suit as it left no room between the two of you, though you weren’t complaining. Neither was the fellow Avenger.

It was peaceful for a period of time, the only sound being the slow music and a quiet chatter of people across the floor. It wasn’t long before you heard the red head above you whisper in your ear once again.

“You really do look amazing tonight, Y/N.” You raised your head so it was directly opposite hers, sending her an appreciative gaze.

“That future fiance of yours is lucky.” She winked.

“Hilarious” You scoffed, fully aware of her humorous tone.

“I know, sometimes I amaze even myself with my jokes.”

“Well, it really is funny, because I honestly don’t see myself getting married anytime soon.” Nat’s eyebrows raised in what could almost be described as confusion.

“And why is that? Do you not want to get married?” Her hands started grazing up and down your waist, like she was comforting you, but really she was bracing herself for what was incoming.

“No, no it’s not that. I just..”

“Just?”

“I don’t think the person i’m interested in, is necessarily interested in me.” Her heart dropped. So you did have someone of interest. She pushed the sinking feeling to the side quickly so that she could respond.

“Right, and why is that?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen them make a move. I thought it’d be obvious. I think it has been to some others.” Your eyes wandered, lingering for longer than what was probably appropriate, on Natasha’s plump lips, wondering if you’d ever get to experience what it’d be like to feel them on yours.

This time, Natasha didn’t miss it. She would’ve blamed it on alcohol, saying that she must’ve just imagined it, but she had only consumed a few drops all evening, being too entranced by you didn’t leave much room for hydration. She hadn’t been more thankful, because it made a light bulb go off in her head as the pieces came together in her head of who you were referring to. She didn’t make a move the other night. It was obvious to the team. How could she have been so blind?

You didn’t see it coming, even when your chin was held in her grasp and you saw her face leaning in towards yours, the reality only hitting you when you finally felt what you’d been wanting to feel for the last months, right now. Your surroundings had just disappeared, the only thing that was running through your head, was the way her lips were moving against yours, and the way her lips tasted faintly of vanilla, and how she smelled like her floral perfume she wore for special occasions.

Whooping and cheering brought you both back from your bubble with just the two of you, your head falling just below her chin, her hand stroking your back as you could feel her chuckle bubbling where your head lay. Well, hid. Her arms had muffled their comments, but you had an idea of what they were, probably a mixture of ‘finally!’, ‘i knew it!’ and you’re almost certain you heard a ‘You owe me 20 bucks.’, that one making you shake your head.

Remaining in your hiding spot, that wasn’t very well hidden, but was keeping your bright red face to yourself, a pair of familiar lips lingered right beside your head.

“So, about that bouquet..”

You weren’t getting married, but by the end of the night, you definitely didn’t feel so dreadfully single as you had earlier.

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Call it even

Fuckboy!Bucky x f!reader (they’re both avengers) chapter 2

Summary: Bucky and reader used to be friends with benefits until she left for a 6 month-mission with the X-men. Bucky copes by meeting random women, but none of them were her. Until she came back.

Warning: bad writing, some angst, a little tiny allusion to smut so ANYONE UNDER 18 DNI you will be immediately blocked, Bucky being an asshole, reader being an asshole, two idiots madly in love but the other doesn’t realize it.

Word count: 918 words written on my phone so beware of typos. Other chapters will be longer btw this is an exposition fest

notes: this is my first fic in at least 5 years and my first time writing anything remotely close to smut, so it probably sucks but feel free to judge me pls, the characters will call the reader “babygirl”. Also flashbacks will be in bold italics.

Inspo: tis the damn season by Taylor Swift, common friends with benefits tropes, readers powers based on some of Sage from the x-men.

“Mr. Maximoff and Ms. y/l/n are in the elevator coming to this floor” F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced to the common living area where all the avengers were located currently. Steve noticed how Bucky winced at the sound of her name, stood up and left before she could see him.

“Pietro, Babygirl!! you’re here” Wanda exclaims as she jumps to hug her brother and her best friend. Everyone comes to greet the two mutants who endured a 6 month-long mission with the X-men.

Natasha noticed y/n’s eyes wandering around trying to find Bucky but failing. Wanda didn’t need to read her mind to know what she was thinking of. Babygirl agreed to go on a mission with the x-men.

The reason? She was catching feelings for Bucky which is the one thing she agreed wouldn’t happened when they started being friends with benefits, so she decided to go to this mission to avoid those feelings. She didn’t even tell him she was going to leave, only Nat, Wanda and Tony knew.

After chatting with everyone Pietro left with Steve and Tony to debrief them on the mission and some other plans they had with the x-men. You talked to Wanda and Nat about the mission as you approached your room to unpack your stuff.

Having just finished folding some shirts, Natasha sat at your couch and said “you know, Barnes closed himself off when you left. He barely talks to any of us.”

“Oh really? A little birdie told me that he has been really enjoying himself” you answered sarcastically. Pietro had told you a month into the mission that, as he put it “Your friend with the robot arm has become involved with a friend of mine, they said he is sleeping in a new bed each night if you know what I mean” Which stung a little more than you would like to admit. The fact that someone that’s on the mission with you knows, means that it’s more than a few people and he’s probably over you.

“He’s not over you babygirl, if you ask me it’s more like he can’t get over you” Wanda tells you, reading your mind.

“Funny way of showing it, if you love someone the best course of action is to have sex with everyone else” you responded irritated.

“If I could Ms. y/l/n and I’m sorry to intrude, you did leave without telling him anything” Vision interfered, he had entered the room through the wall. Disregarding the fact that he invaded your space and scolding him, you let the three of them convince you to talk to him, you were great friends before and you shouldn’t let that get ruined.

You made your way to Bucky’s room. Like second nature you opened his lock and entered like you used to before, only this time Bucky didn’t answer like he used to. You came into his room tiptoeing so he didn’t hear you, his attention was solely on the book he was reading while lying on his bed. You straddled and took his book from his hands “hey handsome, how’s the reading going?” Bucky smirks, moving his hands to your hips and says “it was pretty good until some pretty girl came and interrupted me” you gasp “oh no, she must be so bad. What are you gonna do about it?” Your ass cheek gets a slap. “how about I teach her a lesson” Bucky says closing the space between your lips.

No, this time he looked at you in shock “how did you get here?” Here raised his eyebrows “I opened your lock, you know I have photographic memory Bucky, and even if I didn’t I only left six months I would’ve probably remembered it” he huffed as you said that.

“Oh right, so then why did you forget to tell me you were going?” You feel him getting tense. Your abilities let you recognize and feel how others are doing emotionally and also physically.

“So you care about me not being here? From what I heard you’ve been doing just fine without me.” You tell him defiantly.

“Well I guess we’re even aren’t we Doll? We both had our fun. If you don’t think what you did was bad then what’s wrong about me hanging around. It’s not Violetas’ fault you don’t care about your friend.” He said smugly, was he enjoying this? Were you enjoying this?

“Listen, if I wanted to know who you’re fucking I would’ve asked. Thank you very much.” you rolled your eyes at his gloating.

“What’s that Babygirl? Are you jealous?” He approached you, you see where this is going. To be honest you don’t mind it, but after Vision spoke with you you felt you had to apologize. Maybe just not right now.

“Jealous of what Sarge?” You’re playing with fire calling him that name. “You and I both know that no one has ever made you feel as good as I have” you step towards him, placing your hands on his broad shoulders.

Bucky grabs your ass and he smacks its right cheek, “oh yeah? How about you show me?” You can tell he’s still mad, and that he’s going to show you how much he missed you.

…………

You woke up in the middle of the night in his bed, realizing you probably fucked up running back into his arms without telling him anything about how you felt. You have a feeling this is not going to end well.

[mikyouknow]

Please! Rewatch the quiz! I need something to remind me that that actually happened.

I still vividly remember that day. Going out on a chill bike ride with my two best friends for the first time in months. Sitting in the cool grass. Having a picknick. Not too hot out, nice weather. AND THEN I GET HOME TO THE ABSOLUTEL SHITSHOW THAT HAPPENED THAT DAY! Because what the HELL even was that, I still haven't processed anything. My mind keeps erasing that memory until some days the it just hits me square in the face and knocks me out 😀

So yeah! I would love it if you talked more about it, might help to cope a bit xD

Okay anon you motivated me, you were my Final push, I’m Doing it ! 🗣

Also I love that story tho you really have a Vivid memory connected to this whole thing and I’m living for it 😂 you were just having a nice day and then Boom, all this mess 💀

But aight so I’m Watching it rn and will be taking notes Live as I watch Here we go:

My first thoughts is, when Dream decides to do the quiz, he seems so like, confident? And then as soon as he reads the description, his voice falters at ‘and now things are changing’ and I’m Dead 💀 his confidence from two seconds prior in that moment goes like 📉 then cue flustered laugh lmao

“Do you ever catch yourself staring at your bff?” Dream’s flustered laugh and being all like “these questions are gonna be so weird” uhhhhh dude what are you expecting you’re taking a are you in love with your best friend quiz 💀

HES SO DEFENSIVE ON THIS ONE LIKE- he keeps wanting to make excuses aww drema aww 😭 it’s okay !! George is pretty we Understand you staring king 😌

Like legit that’s the first question and he’s already so flustered and- MY GOD GEORGE HASNT SAID A THING I JUST REALIZED WAIT HOLD ON I NEED TO GO BACK-

Two scoffs. That’s it 🧍‍♀️

GEORGE JSJWNSOWNEEJEN HES NOT SAYING ANYTHING IM DYING WHAT

Even when Dream first goes ‘aight imma take the am I in love w my best friend test’ George is SILENT 💀

Listen- listen, I’m having a moment over this cause I don’t remember him being silent from the start I thought it was like a slow descent into him just going silent eventually, BUT NO he’s just Silent from the moment the quiz is brought up 💀 but gives like a slight scoff when Dream’s voice wavered at “changing” like he’s very much Listening, just being So silent.

I just can’t wrap my head around how he doesn’t answer any of Dream’s comments, Dream keeps being like ‘right? Like that’s normal, right? Like that’s not weird. Right?’ And George is just SILENT 💀

“Do you get jealous if he or she has a bf or gf” LMAO THIS QUESTION MY BELOVED

His answer is so weird I will die on this hill.

ALSO GEORGE S P E A K S for the first time in the quiz 😭🗣 but not much, he says ‘but’, cause, yk, they both know he do get jealous so.

Which, again. Weird as hell. Imma say it, I’ve never felt jealous of my best friend getting a partner like what ???? W h a t

But ofc when they’re so clingy on each other, like a partner would take the others place because they pretty much have each other in that spot already, so it makes sense huh

And that’s not platonic btw I wanna make that clear LMAO

I think the points of which George laughs are interesting. And there’s something interesting to his laugh too. I don’t see his face lighting up with it, if that makes sense. It’s like a, I wouldn’t say ‘nervous’ laugh but, I struggle to find a better word for it 🤔

AYO MY MANS DREAM SAYS I DONT KNOW TO IF HE GETS BUTTERFLIES FROM GEORGE I- 💀

THATS NOT AN I DONT KNOW QUESTION KING

EITHER YOU DO OR YOU DONT AND YOU KNOW IF YOU DO OR DONT LIKE W H A T

I have to sit with this one for a second like . What ? 🧍‍♀️

Butterflies.

I’ve never. In my life. Like.

That’s not- you can’t say you don’t know- THAT MEANS LIKE-

Dear lord.

Aight I’m moving on (not actually imma be awake thinking about this later. Not by choice, absolutely not. This just won’t leave my brain unfortunately.)

Hang on. George says something here when Dream says ‘I have no idea’ but I can’t tell what he’s saying ? Like he mumbles something whilst Dream starts talking at the same time and I can’t make it out and I wanna know what he says 💀🗣

I Think he says ‘what do you mean you have no idea?’ Which like, YEAH, you Should question him on that king 🧍‍♀️ but it’s interesting how quiet he is, like he barely pushes the question, and this is like the second ?? Time he’s spoken so far. 🧍‍♀️

Also Listen to how flustered Dream sounds my god💀

This quiz never should’ve happened what’s Wrong with him like is he this blind ?? Did he Really think taking this quiz was gonna end well ?? 💀

“TecHniCally🥴”

“My future is your future”

I feel like we’ve talked abt these LMAO such Romantic phrasing my god

Again him going ‘right?’ And George is Dead Silent 💀

It’s interesting, like I’ve reached the ‘dreams’ question now, and it’s hitting now and throughout this quiz how, Dream is Loudly deflective, but George is silently deflective. If that makes sense? Like he’s choosing not to speak so his words can’t be thrown back at him cause he Knows if he speaks it’ll be obvious. Whilst Dream over explains and fucks himself over p much lmao. They’re both just a mess around this subject 💀

“How would You be in my dream” is such a funny sentence from George LMAO he’s so defensive 💀 like even I have had dreams abt Dream, like you’re his Best Friend, ofc you have dreams abt him my guy 💀 deflecting it is so weird. So Weird

“I’ve never hugged you” Sad hours 😔

It’s interesting here. Cause they speak abt the whole ‘do you go out of your way for this person’ and Dream is stuck on if he should say ‘more than anyone else I know’ or not. Which, there’s ofc observations to be had here as well.

But ! What I found interesting here was how George goes onto say ‘you made me pay you’ when Dream says he edited his video for him. And how George keeps the ‘lie’ going for a very short bit before laughing slightly, by god he sounds so.. different? Like when he usually makes little lies to troll or stuff like that, he’s much more extra and keeps the bit going and- idk how to explain it but the tone of his voice is usually way different. Here he seems to, idk, struggle to keep that up. His laugh is also just like, somewhat toneless?

LMAO The MOMENT Dream got the question ‘what do you think abt their laugh’ George’s laugh Stops. 💀

“Do you ever think abt what it would be like to Kiss your best friend?”

THE SILENCE

Also,

how Dream read ‘kiss’ 🤝 how Dream read ‘changing’

Some words hit this man different huh LMAO

“Why did that take you so long” on the kiss question, CALL HIM OUT GEORGE 🗣

HRKEJEKEEJEKJEEIEJ HOW ARE THOSE- SORRY WHAT DREAM ??

“HOW ARE THOSE THE ONLY OPTIONS” ???

God, for real, I wish Dream would get to sit down with someone one day who just Listened to him speak and allowed him to slip up and just sound so in love with George like give himself away simply because nobody is saying how weird he’s-

Hold on.

Wait. A minute.

George.

George is doing that LMAOOOO

Him sitting there silently and not responding to all his small questions abt what he Should answer and such, he’s so smart🧍‍♀️

AIGHT MOVING ON

George’s laugh keeps sounding very, like, strange😅

Anyways the way Dream Had to have a ‘yes’ answer to the kiss one will forever keep me up at night. Now along with the butterflies one🧍‍♀️

I rly wonder what options it is Dream is looking for when he says ‘none of these options’ so often. What is it you wanna say king ?

WHY IS THE BUTTERFLIES QUESTION TWICE AND WHY IS HIS ANSWER NOW DIFFERENT LMAO - drema it’s okay it’s Safe Space 🗣 I feel like he probably saw chat responding to his first answer and realized ‘oop, that’s not platonic’ and changed his answer LMAO 💀 he’s- Ahh hard to find the right words for my Thoughts here, but he’s doing that thing where he looks for others what is ‘normal’ instead of seeing what he feels, cause what He feels is, uh, well we all know what results he got at the end there,,

I mean the kiss question is all u need really. The butterflies one puts icing on the whole cake.

“Do you compare this person to others you’ve dated? Noo...” AIGHT AND THERE WE HAVE THE CHERRY ON TOP OF THE WHOLE THING

This was the one of the Most sus ones imo from when I first watched it. It had my head spin, head in hands for Days.

What do you MEAN you compare him to others you’ve dated? Why does he tell George to shut up, why do they both Know there’s a story there- I have so many questions on this and- this isn’t platonic 💀😭 AT ALL - and there’s no excuse or explanations for this one, they just Move On 💀

The Speed at which they move on 💀

And then George goes So silent 🧍‍♀️

Dream is cruising through the questions and George is so silent now. He was Stunned into silence from that shut up LMAO

I like how Dream picked ‘absolutely’ on being able to tell George everything :’)

So.

Why does George not say anything on the ‘do you think your best friend is in love with you’ question? No joke, no protest, no- no nothing?

That leaves us to fill in the blanks king, just saying🧍‍♀️

Why does Dream sound sarcastic when he says it’s a tough question LMAO

“I have no idea” aight good answer ig LMAO let’s Pretend

George’s silence is for real very sus there. Very. 🥴

Dream putting ‘no’ on thinking he’s in love, is Very funny and shows just how blind he is to himself.

He rly put ‘I don’t know’ for the butterflies one and found the nearest ‘yes’ option for the kiss one and then still put ‘no’ at the end - he’s a lost cause and owns no mirrors I see how it is. (/j btw lmao I have hope in drema ofc, he too can become more self aware one day<3)

“You are a little in love with your best friend” cue both of them laughing in just the weirdest ways. George just sounds absolutely toneless like, I don’t think he’s even smiling with that laugh, gaze absolutely dazed at what he’s being witness to, not even knowing what to do with himself in that moment. And Dream’s laugh is also just, weird?

“You don’t wanna ruin it, Dream.” Followed by Dream’s immediate, “oh what? It says-“ like immediately moving on lmao 💀 that “oh what?” Sounded like “oh what’s that there oh that’s rly weird wow let’s move on from what you just said ahem wow really weird thing over there” LMAO

“There’s a two percent chance there” LMAO

OH NO THE SILENCE WHAT

I THOUGHT I ACCIDENTALLY PAUSED THE VIDEO BUT THE SILENCE IS SO LONG AND SO LOUD

Then Dream going onto pretending like he’s gonna do another test As If he’s not been planning his escape excuse from the very moment he got those test results LMAO

And the silent pauses are taking me out 💀

‘I think we’re done’ HOW COULD HE LEAVE AT THAT POINT 💀💀💀

“COOL PODCAST” IM DEAD ON THE FLOOR

“WHY ARE YOU SO NOSY” DREAM I- WHY U SO DEFENSIVE GEORGE ASKING WHERE YOU’RE GOING IS A NORMAL THING TO ASK 💀YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S SUDDENLY LEAVING

NOT DREAM AWKWARDLY SINGING THE WIZARD OF OZ-

HE SOUNDS SO WEIRD-

The tone of his voice is so off my guy is so ready to leave and sit and stare at a wall whilst looping heatwaves for five hours 💀

:((((( drema my beloved :((((( it’s okay to be in love !!

Not him leaving- he full on ignored George’s ‘where are you going?’

He’s not going anywhere istg the moment he left that discord he put his head in his hands and just Stared 💀

Poor George 🥺

[headcans-oneshots-and-stuff]

Pretty hair

Warning: None Word count: 1,1k   Summary: A cute wakeup, a gala ahead and a rather hairy problem. Will Batdad be able to handle it? Pairing: Platonic!Toddler!Batsis x Batfam

Requested by a pumpkin-spice Anon: Can you please do a headcanon or oneshot filled with lots of fluff about Bruce Wayne being a good dad and trying to braid a young batsis's hair for a gala? Maybe the batboys try to help? Btw i love your incorrect quotes!!

“Daddy?” a soft voice echoed through the room and Bruce couldn’t help but groan and turn around in his bed. The silk sheets and cover around him were incredibly soft on his skin and lulled him back to sleep. His consciousness slipped back into his dreamless sleep, his breath evening out and his body beginning to go into standby again when the last part of his mind that was still awake registered movement on his bed. The mattress moved below him due to extra weight being added when something came crawling up beside him before stopping in front of his head. A soft touch poked against his cheek, at first just very light and careful, but increasingly getting poke-ier when the man didn’t react to anything. “Daddy? Daddy wake up,” the same voice from earlier spoke, this time louder than before, and Bruce groaned when he realized that his night was definitely cut short. He slowly blinked his eyes open and was greeted with your face almost directly in front of him - he just had to lean forward a bit and he could give you an Eskimo kiss - smiling that innocent cute smile at him. “Hey buttercup,” he mumbled with a tired voice and couldn’t help but let his eyes be closed just for a second more while continuing, “What are you doing up so early? Shouldn’t you still be in dreamland?” Your giggled laugh filled the room and your hands, lying on the arm closest to you, shook him. “But Daddy, it’s already tea time.” With that, his eyes shot open. You didn’t completely understand the concept of time quite yet and instead categorized the times of day by what meal would be closer. Mornings would be Breakfast, Early noon would be lunch, the afternoon became tea time, the evening was Dinner and nights were (thanks to your older siblings) Snacks. It was honestly so cute when you talked with others about your plans for the day, but Bruce couldn’t really relish in that at the moment when he looked over at his alarm only to see that it was - in fact, true to your word - already almost 5 p.m. He sat up and looked around almost panicked. He had come home from patrol at around four in the morning and had made plans to get up at eight again so that he could get some work done before he had to prepare himself and you for the Gala that the family was invited to that evening, and he’d most likely have to help (or rather control) Tim and Damian too. It was only then that he racked his brain about what happened when he went to bed that morning and realized that he had never actually set an alarm for that morning. But why didn’t Alfred wake me? he inwardly asked himself only to groan when he realized that Alfred had told him weeks ago that he had to take that exact day off because he’d meet up with an old friend from England who was in America for a visit. “Daddy?” you asked with your head tilted to the side in confusion, “Are you okay?” Bruce smiled at you and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “Of course pumpkin, I was just confused why your brothers and sisters didn’t make enough of a mess to wake me up yet.” You shook your head and smiled. “Cassy took me, Dami and Titus to the park because Timmy said you needed your beauty sleep.” “What a Hypocrite,” Bruce whispered to himself while he took you into his arms so that he wouldn’t sweep you off the bed while getting up. “Why is Timmy a Hippo?” “He isn’t, I was just kidding.” He sat you down onto the bed again while he walked over into the bathroom to brush his teeth. “Can we visit mommy today? I found a nice shiny rock in the garden and I wanted to show her,” you asked while kicking your legs a little bit, making Bruce smile at how excited you and Selina could get about shiny stuff. “I’m sorry pumpkin, but we have to go to a Gala tonight. I will take you to mommy tomorrow and we can show her the shiny rock and go eat waffles with Aunt Kate after, okay?” “Okii,” you happily squealed and jumped off the bed to - what Bruce assumed - rush to your room, leaving Bruce to start getting ready, knowing that he’d be the quickest to be finished.

“I don’t wanna,” you pouted and crossed your arms in front of your chest, breaking off the lucky streak that Bruce had somehow had after waking up. Not only hadn’t Tim and Damian not thrown a fit when he had told them to get into their suits and had actually correctly dressed, but you and Cass had actually liked the dress that Bruce had picked for you and didn’t complain about the somewhat fancy shoes that you had to wear. It was almost too good to be true. And then it was. “Why don’t you want to go? We’re all ready to go, aren’t we?” Damian asked, his words had the potential to be quite rude and harsh but spoken to you they were soft and caring. “When mommy goes to parties she always has so pretty hair and I don’t. I want pretty hair too,” you almost sniffled and Bruce had to sigh. He was just way too smitten by this little human that he had helped to make. “Well then,” he picked you up and sat you down onto the backrest of the couch in the living room, “Let’s get to it, won’t we?” “Yay, thank you,” you smiled and started swaying your legs and he stroked his hands through your hair to smooth it out. He turned his face to his children and they immediately recognized the look on his face. The mission look. “Tim, you get the hair ties and pins, I need about three ties, but we’re better on the safe side with four. Damian, somewhere in Y/N’s room should be a bow that is the exact colour of her dress, bring me that. And Cass, darling, could you lend me some of your hairspray? If you don’t have any just steal some out of Stephanie’s old room.” “Sir, yes sir,” Tim sarcastically replied, but all three of them went on their ways to quickly find the items so that they could get your hair finished soon. “Okay pumpkin, I have no idea what I’m doing so I can’t promise anything, but I will do my best.” “That’s fine, I don’t mind it looking funny as long as you made it,” you replied and he could almost hear the smile in your voice. “Then I’m sure I’ll make you proud,” he hummed as he began to braid the top section of your hair to the back.

[narvana27]

ALL OF THE TIMES RAI WAS TREATED     BADLY

(called dumb, stupid, treated like shit etc.) 

 1.Episode 5 Season 1 - "Shen Yi Bu":

1.1.Kimiko: "You didn't hear the word about Sword of the Storm, didn't you?" 

I mean ok, it's not that bad, but it's like: I know you so I'm assuming you're NEVER listening to ANYTHING because that's just the way you are and I don't believe that you could do any better than that". Yea, no, me no liking that. Next:

1.2.Clay: "Raimundo was defeated by a wind shen gong wu? But ain't wind your dragon element?"

Clay behaved here like this annoying ass pick me girl who just want to humiliate you in front of the guys so she's yelling all the bad and humiliating stuff with all of the power she has in her lungs just to make you look like a fool. Bravo Clay, I bet he didn't knew he lost and he was a dragon of the wind until you said what you said. Bravo 👏

And Rai's response was: "-Yea yea I get the point - I messed up! Like you guys never make mistakes!" and like… It was very good answer! Cuz Rai never would do such a comment no matter who would of lost, what wu and why. He already knew he lost, why make such comments? Just shut up, Gosh 🙄

1.3. Omi: "He acted very foolish(...)!"

I mean… We are not expecting nothing good from this lil bitch on this blog, so… I could of say here a LIST of "foolish" or just stright up dumb af shit Omi did, but yea, go on little rat. 

1.4.Again Omi: "I know your most humiliating defeat has saddened you, still you have to stay hoped that one day you will be as skilled and talented as me!" 

It's not only the fact Omi sees himself as a walking God, he literally said Rai is less talented and skilled than him just because he loose a showdown, which was his first btw. None of that shit was said when Kim or Clay losted their showdowns. I mean Kim heard it's because she's a woman, but not because she was less skilled. Honestly if Omi would be a real person I would cancel that lil madafaka real quick all by myself even tho I don't like cancel culture, I dislike him this much 😤

1.5.Clay: "I hope Raimundo knows what he's doing" 

Kim: "How can he?! Even Omi doesn't know what he's doing, and he's an expert!" 

… SOO… he's not an expert if he don't know that…? XDDD Dojo also didn't knew, but Master Fung did, so it's not like everyone who is close to the xiaolin temple knows everything about it. You have to STUDYYYY… And be actually interested to know stuff like this. It's like going to the church thinking that after that you're gonna be the Pope and know everything about the Bible… No the fuck you won't, you have to STUDY for that. And this "How can he" like again making allusions that Rai ain't capable of understanding shit and he's just crazy and careless all the way. Really shut your mouth everyone for once in this boy please 😩

1.6.Dojo: "I'm not gonna be the one to tell Master Fung we lost all this shen gong wu!" 

Ummm… At that point Rai didn't lose yet. I know it looked like it, but he didn't. So stfu and believe in him for Dashi's sake! 

1.7.Dojo: "Where is the little genius anyway?" Like it was a little bit sarcastic you ain't gonna tell me it was not. Like it has this sound of a joke in it. Yea, me no liking that either Geco, stfu. 

1.8.Kimiko: "Still studying, who would believe it?" ummm, haha, funny story cuz Umm, haha, I would Kim 😑 I'm dead ass serious rn that beef I would have with her and Omi would be bigger than Omi's forehead 😠

[vivacesole]

Booking

Evan “Buck” Buckley x Reader

Summary: You get a surprise visitor while you’re working in the jail.

Requested by Anon: 43 and 34 from Prompt List

34. “What made you think that it was an accident?”

43. “Getting arrested is kind of a win win when you think about it.”

Warnings: Begging for forgiveness?

Word Count: 874

Masterlist | Prompt List | Request

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It was a slow night for you, and you didn’t like slow nights. Nothing interesting to keep you busy. Just typing in information after information, confirming that you had custody of inmates in the jail. You spun around in your rolly chair to grab a snack when you got the buzz that someone was coming in.

“Finally.” you muttered under your breath and stood up to put a pair of gloves on. And then the arresting officer walked through the door, he was holding on to none other than Evan Buckley.

“You have got to be kidding me.” you glared at him and he smiled at you, his face full of guilt.

“Hey (Y/N).”

You ignored him and stood in front of your computer, fresh form on the screen. “Name.” was all you said.

“But-”

“I know I know your information but for legal reasons, you’ve gotta tell me.” you snapped.

“Evan Buckley.” he sighed, frustrated as you continued to ask him questions that you already knew the answer to. You dismissed the arresting officer and obtained his brief report when another corrections officer came over to stand by while you finished the booking process.

You waved Buck over to the mugshot station as you looked over the report and looked up at him in disbelief. He sighed, knowing what was on your mind.

“Stand there.” you pointed and set up the camera. “And don’t talk during this.” you narrowed your eyes at him. “Turn left, stand straight.” Click. “Other way.” Click.

“Look, getting arrested is kind of a win win when you think about it.” he smirked cheekily at you when you finished. “I mean I get to see your beautiful face.” You guided him to the fingerprinting counter.

“You’re joking right? Speeding? Third offence? And right in front of a well known speed trap might I add. What, you just accidentally got the shits in the same spot over the past two weeks? Are you dumb or are you dumb? You’re lucky you’re just being detained for a little while” you rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand to stick his fingers on the ink pad. You were fairly close to him now.

“What made you think that it was an accident?” he whispered in your ear. You froze and tried to put more distance in between the two of you.

“What are you talking about?” you whispered back as you continued to press his fingers onto the white card.

“You won’t talk to me (Y/N). Won’t answer my calls, or texts.”

“So you decided to get arrested to see me?” you scoffed. “You skipped showing up to my apartment.” you joked sarcastically.

“Actually I didn’t.” I stood outside in the lot for a while but I thought better of it.

“And this was a better idea?”

“Would you have answered the door?” he raised an accusing eyebrow. You shook your head in disbelief.

“What do you want Evan?” you asked coldly.

“A second chance.” you chuckled. “No I’m serious (Y/N) please. I know I messed up and I’ve been dying to make it up to you, I mean look, I got arrested to come talk to you! I think that’s dedication.”

“I think it’s psychotic.”

“Point is, I’m willing to do anything.”

“Buck.” you softened up. “You can’t fake feelings, and I know you still have them for Abby. I won't fight that.”

“No no no, I don’t. Remember? I got over her a long time ago, but she was back in town for a bit and I was just in shock. I didn’t actually mean that I missed her. You have filled every piece of my life that I thought was missing. So it’s complete, because of you.”

“Buck.”

“I know, I know we weren’t official or whatever that means but there were feelings. There were things said. You and I both know that. And I don’t want to lose you, I can’t lose you. Nobody else matters. Just, let me start over. Let us start over. Proper date.”

“What, you’re gonna ask me to go to dinner in the jail cafeteria?” you chuckled, smirking to the ground.

“When I’m out of here.” he laughed and loosened up, knowing he was getting you back. “I’ll pay all of my fines and take defensive driving or whatever, and I’ll get to take you on a proper date. One that you deserve.”

“You know what? I think I’d be okay with that Buckley. I’ll just make sure that they set your bond really high.” you chuckled and waved the corrections officer over to take him.

“Wait (Y/N)-” Buck narrowed his eyes at you as he was taken away. “I’ll be back!”

“Yeah you will!” you laughed and shook your head at him. “See you in the cafeteria!” you joked.

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Request: Hello! I was wondering if you could write about 43 and 34 from your requests with Bucky from 9-1-1?? Btw I love your writingg

A/N: Two posts in a day? Whaaaat?? Okay I kinda pulled this one out of my ass but i thought the prompts given were so funny and I could totally see Buck doing something like this, but I hope you’ve enjoyed it!!

[harrysweasleys]

you can’t be sirius // r.l

Summary: heyy, could you do one where the reader is best friends with remus and all the marauders always joke about they being a couple and stuff like that, and one day the reader is like in dangerous or something and remus save her and then he realized that he is in love with her? i would really appreciated!! (btw your writhing is amazing:)) and sorry for my bad english)

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: so i switched it a tiiiiiny bit. i hope you don’t mind, sweet anon! this is also my first time writing for remus!!! so i hope you all enjoy! xx

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The snow covered Hogwarts grounds were practically calling to you as you gazed out the Potions window, longing more than anything for the outside world.

Not that you didn’t love class, but because there was nothing like being outside and in the cold December air as the fresh flakes fell from the sky and littered the ground in white. You could throw snowballs, make snow angels, even make snowmen.

And then, after a few hours out in the cold, you could come inside and make yourself comfortable in front of the warm fire in the common room. Maybe even snuggled up under a blanket with someone.

As you thought about being wrapped up with someone under a blanket, your eyes instinctively turned towards where Remus was sitting. He was slouched over, his head in his hand and his messy hair falling into his face. He seemed zoned out — tired, even — but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him.

Sniggering at your obvious lovestruck gaze, Sirius snapped his fingers in front of your face, “Y/N, the Professor is at the front of the class.”

“Thanks, you git,” you smiled sarcastically and shot him a glare before turning your attention back to the professor, who was being so incredibly boring that you swore time actually slowed down.

You would occasionally glance back and forth between Remus and the sparkling snowflakes falling outside the window, wishing you could go for a casual stroll of the grounds with him. As of next week, you’d both be off for the holidays and you wouldn’t see him again until you returned to Hogwarts. It wasn’t an incredibly long holiday, but you’d miss his presence nonetheless.

Too distracted by your thoughts, you hadn’t even noticed class ended until James bolted over to talk to Sirius about something. What they talked about, you had no idea, but it seemed urgent as the two hastily exited the class and took off down the hall.

“Where’d you think they ran off to?” Remus’ voice caused you to jump back, nearly dropping the heavy potions book in your arms.

“Dunno,” you shrugged, beginning to walk out of the class with him by your side, “Probably has something to do with Lily.”

Remus nodded, loose strands of hair falling in his face as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “Guess the walk to lunch is just the two of us.”

“What about Peter?” you asked jokingly, looking around to see where the little rat had run off to after class, “Can’t forget about him.”

“Well, is he around?” Remus asked, raising his hand to his forehead and pretending to search the halls, “Nope. Just you and I, love.”

You fought back a blush at his openness, knowing he had no idea how you felt about him. The two of you often looked like a couple — his arm wrapped around you and on the odd occasion he’d sometimes pull you into a hug or call you, as he had just done, ‘love.’

Remus Lupin was a charmer, there was no denying that.

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The Great Hall was relatively quiet as you strolled in for lunch. The only reason you could think of was that students had taken advantage of the snow covered grounds and decided to take a stroll during their free time instead. Which was something you so desperately wished you could be doing with a certain someone right about now.

Finding your usual spot at the table, Remus comfortably seating himself next to you, it appeared that James and Sirius were still having a rather private conversation.

They were leaned over the table, Sirius mumbling rather aggressively while James tried to argue his side of the story. Clearly, they were talking about Lily. The only time Sirius looked this exasperated was when James spoke of his crush.

You shared an amused look with Remus before turning to the two boys across from you, “If you need girl advice, ask a girl. Guys know absolutely nothing. Sorry, Sirius.”

Their whispering stopped and they turned up to face you, James furrowing his eyebrows, “Fine. I’ll ask you, then. How do you get a girl to go out with you?”

“Well, firstly,” you replied, beginning to fill your plate with some chicken pot pie, “You don’t harass her. And stop being creepy.” Before James could protest, you butt in again, “You always follow her and make things worse for yourself, Potter. Just stop trying to act tough and obnoxious. Girls hate that.”

Sirius chuckled at James’ bewildered expression, taking in your words as if his life depended on it. You knew James did harbour a decent crush on Lily Evans, but he came off the worst way possible.

“Show her you like her for more than her looks,” you continued on, “Tell her she’s smart, funny, witty, whatever it is you like about her.”

Remus cooly turned to face you, “Y/N, you’re witty, smart, funny — coolest person I know.”

You stopped in your tracks, turning to face Remus with wide eyes and a starstruck expression, soaking in his words. Had he really meant it?

“Like that?” he asked, interrupting your thoughts and confirming that he hadn’t in fact meant to compliment you, but wanted to show James how to do it.

“Yep,” you tried your best to keep your voice steady and nonchalant, but you caught Sirius’ eye and he could tell exactly how flustered you were.

Sirius was the only person who really knew about your crush on Remus. He’d often push you to confess by calling you two a ‘couple’ or ‘lovebirds’ and wondering aloud why you two weren’t dating. You loved and hated him for it.

“Right,” James nodded, his determination showing, “This helps.”

“Also, don’t be a git,” you clarified, saying it slowly, “Reckon you’d make things a million times worse than you already have.”

He stared you down for a long moment, eyes narrowed while Sirius and Remus stifled their laughter.

“Well, go on, mate,” Sirius clapped him on the back, “The world is your oyster.”

James nodded and stood up, heading straight towards the section that Lily was sitting innocently, completely unaware of what was coming her way.

“D’you think she’ll say yes?” Remus’ eyes were watching James but his question was directed towards you.

“Dunno,” you shrugged, laughing softly, “Only wish I could go over there and warn the poor girl.”

The two boys laughed, trying their best not to gain James’ attention — who seemed nervous enough as it is.

The three of you kept an eye on him as he sat next to her, channeling his charm and trying his best to woo the girl he had fallen for. But, as you watched, you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like if Remus felt that way about you.

If he liked you as much as you liked him.

It seemed like an impossibility, a fever dream, but sometimes you thought it could be possible. Like the times you’d catch him staring at you, or the times he’d compliment you, or even the times him and James would drop their conversations as soon as you’d enter the room.

“Well,” Sirius stood up, wiping his hands on the napkin, “Should we start walking to class? It’s on the other side of the school and we can enjoy the snow.”

“You read my mind, Black,” you grinned, your inner child coming out at the thought of walking through the snow at last, “Let’s go. James can catch us up later.”

Remus agreed, and the three of you exited the Great Hall and walked through the courtyard, the slow snowflakes falling, a few landing on your nose and eyelashes. You were bundled up in your robes, thankful for the sweater you were wearing underneath.

“Always loved the snow,” Remus’ smile was wide as he looked up to the sky, “It’s so calming.”

You nodded, holding out your hand and catching a few flakes in your palm, “It really is.”

“Alright, lovebirds,” Sirius smirked at you two, his knowing smile taunting you, “You can bond over snow later. Let’s go.”

Cheeks burning, you followed after Sirius and off to class, Remus walking by your side.

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The next week had been crazy busy with exams, classes, and packing in time to go home for the holidays. Your trunk was packed to the brim and you finally felt stress free, only having a small pile of homework to complete over the holidays.

The only thing that seemed to bring down your mood was that you wouldn’t get to see Remus for a while. Sure, you’d miss all your friends, but it was different with him. You knew you’d crave his presence while he was off doing whatever he does during Christmas.

“Ready to head to the train?” James asked as the four of you stood around the common room fully bundled for the cold, “Wait, where’s Peter?”

“Here!” Peter rushed down the stairs, trunk in hand and his scarf wrapped messily around his neck, “I’m ready!”

Sirius chuckled at him, rolling his eyes, and the five of you proceeded out of the common room and down to the stop where you’d hop on the carriage. Lily has joined you guys along the way, James casually wrapping his arm around her and chatting away about his holiday plans.

“Bet you he’s going to forget about us completely by next term,” Remus smirked, nudging his head in James’ direction, “We’ll become invisible.”

You laughed, tossing your head back, “Sounds about right.”

The rest of the walk down was mostly filled with small talk, Sirius saying he was probably going to stay with James to avoid his family, and Peter telling you all how he expected to receive multiple knitted sweaters for Christmas.

As you arrived at the carriage stop, you had been too preoccupied looking over the frozen lake to notice the large carriage barreling in your direction at full speed.

“Y/N!” Remus ran across the path, knocking you out of the way and wrapping his arms around you as you both collided, falling down into the snow. His body was atop yours, the snow having luckily cushioned your fall.

“Nice save,” Sirius smirked, failing at hiding his laughter.

Remus pushed himself off of you, cheeks a bright shade of pink and his eyes scanning over you as he stuck out his hand to help you stand up.

“Are you alright? Sorry for pushing you,” he sounded breathless.

“No, I’m — yeah, I’m fine, thank you” you wiped the snow off of your robes, eyes locked on Remus’.

Had he seriously jumped in front of a carriage and knocked you over to protect you? He hadn’t even thought twice about it. He could have gotten seriously hurt, but he did it to protect you.

“Well, now that Remus is done playing hero, the carriage is ready,” Sirius’ smirk still evident as he climbed aboard the carriage, sitting himself next to a laughing Peter.

“Right,” you nodded, picking up the trunk that you had dropped in the action and making you way onto it, sitting down and being accompanied by a still-flustered Remus.

The ride to the train was incredibly awkward, filled with tense silence and the occasional bump, resulting in your body leaning into Remus’ and pulling away as quick as possible.

You couldn’t understand how to feel. Thrilled that he helped you, yes. But you didn’t know what to do next. Your mind was swirling and your heart was beating violently. Remus’ arm kept brushing up against yours, causing your mind to go numb for a few moments before the whirlwind of mixed feelings started up again.

Wanting to smack the cheeky grin off of Sirius’ face, you kept your eyes narrowed at him as the carriage pulled up to the Hogsmeade station.

“You can go first,” Remus motioned his hand as you grabbed your trunk, nodding politely and thanking him before hopping off the back, shortly followed by Remus, Sirius and Peter. James hopped off and walked away with his arm around Lily, not even bidding you all a happy holiday before disappearing amongst the crowd.

“Fool,” Sirius chuckled as he led the way to the train.

Remus walked alongside you, shooting you an awkward smile every time you two made eye contact. A smile which you’d return with the same uneasy awkwardness.

“Here we go, a nice empty compartment where we can divulge all of our deep, hidden secrets, yes?” Sirius nudged you into the empty compartment, pushing Remus down next to you and seating himself across, Peter by his side.

You glared at him, hating his smugness, before picking up your trunk and placing it above your head.

“So, Peter, should we go greet the uh, others?” Sirius stood up, grabbing Peter by the shoulder and hoisting him to his feet.

“Others? Do we even have other friends?” Peter asked, scratching the back of his neck.

You were about to interrupt and say that no, you indeed did not have other friends, but Sirius pushed him out of the doors and followed suit, leaving you and Remus in tense silence.

Cursing every word at Sirius, you let out a deep sigh. Remus seemed too uncomfortable to speak, meaning you’d probably have to start the conversation.

“Thanks for pushing me out of the way,” you repeated, thinking to yourself that you sounded awfully pathetic.

Remus smiled, running his hand through his messy hair, “Didn’t even have to think twice. Didn’t want you getting hurt.”

Fluttering at his words, your heart seemed unsure of how to behave at the present moment; beating unevenly and causing your hands to become clammy.

“Ok, I’m just gonna say it,” Remus’ voice cracked as he took a deep breath, “I did it because I like you. And I didn’t want you getting hurt. Especially if I could do something to help.”

You couldn’t find the words to properly respond, all you could say was, “We’re friends. That’s why you helped. And I appreciate it.”

“No,” Remus groaned, running a hand down his face, “I like you, like you. Fancy you. As more than a friend.”

Your entire body felt like it was both burning and freezing. Your hands were no longer clammy, but became completely numb, along with the entire lower half of your body. This had to be some sort of prank. That’s why Sirius had been so smug all day.

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed, cheeks burning.

“I’m serious!” Remus leaned over and grabbed your hands, his skin incredibly warm against yours.

“No, you’re Remus,” you blurted out jokingly, mind completely blank. Mentally face palming yourself at your idiotic response, you felt a sudden wave of relief when Remus let out a laugh.

“Nice, clever,” his laughter died down slightly as he gazed into your eyes, the intensity nearly palpable, “But I am mad for you. Don’t know why it’s taken me so long to say it.”

Relief was the only feeling you could comprehend in the moment. You trusted his words fully — his blue eyes held a level of sincerity you had never seen before.

“I’m mad for you too,” you grinned, body slowly starting to regain feeling. Which you were suddenly glad for as Remus pulled you into the most passionate hug you had ever experienced. His body wrapped around yours with love, admiration, relief — all the emotions you had also been feeling.

You felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted off your shoulders in his embrace. Your bubbling feelings were now set free, enveloping the room and crashing down on both of you. And you could tell Remus felt the same. His entire body was relaxed against yours, comfortable and soft. His arms were draped around you and his lips quickly pressed against your temple as he pulled away.

The way he was looking at you, you could have sworn he was about to press his lips against yours. Your heart had now completely stopped and your mind froze, the only feeling you could process was Remus’ soft breath against your lips, moving closer and closer—

The compartment door slid open and Sirius stood there, arms crossed and an arrogant smirk playing his lips.

“So, what’d I miss in here?”

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The Christmas holidays had been too long for your liking. Yes, seeing your family had been quite amazing and you missed them dearly, but you had felt even more separated from Remus after the double confession on the train.

He wrote to you everyday and you responded eagerly, telling him everything you could about what was going on. His letters, though slightly hard to read, contained mostly short poetry and descriptions of landscapes and sceneries he had seen over the short few weeks.

You loved receiving letters from him, but it was safe to say you couldn’t wait for school to begin again. The building anticipation was driving you crazy, and only when your parents were driving you back to King’s Cross did you feel the nerves replace the longing.

In the countless notes you and Remus had sent to each other over the course of the holiday, you had arranged to meet at the platform around 10:30am — which was in two minutes. In two minutes, you’d get to finally see Remus again.

Your parents walked you in, bidding you a goodbye as you approached the barrier to the platform. Remus was nowhere in sight, but as your parents walked away and you inconspicuously slipped through with your trunk and trolley, you spotted his familiar head of brown hair standing by Sirius and Peter, the three of them chatting away and catching up.

“Ey, if it isn’t your girlfriend, Remus,” Sirius waved you over, pulling you into a hug as you reached them.

Your face felt like it was on fire as you pulled away, letting your hair fall into your face so Remus wouldn’t see your flaming cheeks. The two of you had never put a label on what you wanted to be. You hoped Sirius’ comment didn’t make Remus uncomfortable.

It seemed to do the opposite effect, however, as Remus placed his hands on either side of your face and pressed his lips against yours, arms working their way down to snake around your waist and hold you against him.

Taking a second to process the gesture, you stayed frozen in your spot. Only once Remus began pulling away did you realize what was going on. You leaned back into him, connecting your lips as your heart soared into a frenzy.

It felt as if you were on cloud nine — like every single person standing around this train station disappeared from view and only the two of you were left. You could only focus on him and his touch, feeling your body mould with his in a fit of passion.

Eventually, reluctantly, the two of you pulled apart and stared at each other with a dopey grin.

“Can’t wait to do that more often now that you’re my girlfriend,” Remus smirked, “If you want, that is.”

“Course I want that,” you replied nearly instantaneously. You sounded awfully eager but you couldn’t deny that that’s exactly how you felt.

His hand reached down and linked into yours, tingles going up and down your spine at the contact. Peter and Sirius wiggled their eyebrows at you, laughing as the four of you climbed aboard the scarlet train to find a compartment.

You guys had managed to find James while searching, who led you to where he had been sitting with Lily.

Hand still linked with Remus’, you sat next to him and rested your head against his shoulder. He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head and there was no way you could hide your smile now.

Something told you this was bound to be your best year yet.