#obvs i don't know anything about making gifs so... sorry if this is bad

[grey342]

Hii! I’m so glad to see someone currently writing bradley cooper fics because honestly PHIL CAN GET IT. i wanted to request maybe a jealous!phil where reader goes on a friends bachelors trip and knowing Phil’s past he gets all angsty, as smutty as you’d like :) honestly anything you’d write id love!!

Don't leave me

Jealous! Phil x reader

synopsis - Phil's girlfriend goes on a trip for a bachelorette party and he's not happy about it.

warnings - MDNI 18+ content, Phil being dramatic, Phil being jealous (Obv), lingerie, slight handjob, P in V, riding and praise.

authors note - Thank you so much for this request and the sweet compliment! I gotta be honest i'm not a huge fan of angst so I made Phil a lil more dramatic and kinda sassy. I still hope you like it :)

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

This man is gonna be the death of me.

The main thought running through your head whilst packing. His remarks and whines can be heard from the next room.

Your close friend was having her bachelorette party this weekend but, she also wanted to spend a couple of days with the bridal party before her wedding. So you all decided to spend a long weekend in Vegas. And Phil is not happy about it.

"I mean, I don't get why you have to go," you roll your eyes at him, "it's not like she's your best friend."

"Oh yeah? And who is?" You retaliate, smirking.

"Me." He scoffs, as if this is obvious information, walking into the room. You take one look at him and start laughing.

You're not stupid, you kind of guessed why he was so mad about you going but now. He's made it really clear for you.

"What's so fucking funny?" He says confused, placing his hands on his hips. A gesture you would usually find attractive but right now, it's making you laugh even harder.

"I just, uh, I can't believe it," you say in between wheezes, " I mean. I had an idea but now it's so obvious." You quietly chuckle.

"What? What is? You're not making any sense." He declares, clearly getting frustrated. After calming yourself down you finally say-

"You're jealous." Apparently, it's now his turn to burst out laughing.

"What? Where the fuck did you get that idea?" He managed in between laughs.

"You're jealous. You're so insistent on me not going, you're trying to tell me all the bad things about the girls. I mean you literally just said "she's not your best friend, I am." You're SO jealous." You clarify.

He's silent just staring at you. You can see the clogs turning in his head to try and come up with a good response. You swear you can see the light bulb appear on top of his head.

"You're just saying that to make yourself feel better about leaving me. For a whole weekend might I add." He says almost sassily and walks out of the room. Clearly proud of himself.

"Sweetie," you sigh, "it's only three days. I'll be back before you know it. We can text throughout the day and call every night." You try to deal.

"Or I have a better idea... don't go and we can talk all day and all night. Face to face."

You groan in frustration. You cannot believe this is the type of conversation you were having with your grown ass boyfriend. Pick the sassy men they said. You internally roll your eyes.

You walk into the living room to see him practically pouting on the couch. Scoffing, you go to walk away when an idea pops into your head.

"Hey Phil, if you stop complaining right now you can have your present early." He looks at you confused.

"What the fuck do you mean "present"?"

"Well since you are so predictable," you emphasise the last word, " I knew you would act like this when I said i'm going on a trip. So, I bought you something as a "sorry for leaving you, you big baby" gift."

"You did?" You can see the glint of excitement in his eyes.

"Yes my little princess but, clearly you are a lot more upset than I anticipated so i'm willing to give it to you early. If you want it that is." You wager. There's a long pause where he's weighing out his options.

"Okay," he clasps his hand together, " I have decided that I would like my present early. BUT I still want one for when you come back." He leans back on the couch, glowing with pride.

"Fine. I'll be right back." He rubs his hand together in anticipation as you leave the room.

Moments later you're shouting down the hall, "close your damn eyes." He grunts in disapproval.

"Okay and open." He does and your met with a groan that also sound like a moan.

"Oh baby." You're stood in front of him in a lingerie set, barely covering anything. Plus it's in his favourite colour.

"Am I forgiven?" You say, moving down to straddle his lap.

"Yes. A million times yes." He exclaims instantaneously as you giggle.

His mouth meets yours passionately, with your teeth and tongues clashing. His hands make their way down to your ass and yours to his chest. Pushing him lightly so his back meets the couch.

His slowly starts to kiss your jaw, then down your neck and finally the top of your chest. He looks up at you, almost pleading, and you give him a look of approval. His hands move around your back to unclasp your bra.

He slides it off at an agonisingly slow pace. When the bra is fully off he stares at your chest in awe. He moves his head down taking one nipple in the mouth and groping the other. You let out a content sigh.

He switches over, repeating the same process as you began to rock slowly, back and forth, on his lap. His moans vibrate on your chest as your breaths turn into pants.

You reach down in between you and start pulling at the waistband of his grey sweatpants, indicating you want them off. He knows what you want and immediately begins to pull them down. You look down and eagerly take him in your hand. You swipe your thumb over the tip and began pumping up and down.

"Fuck.." He groans. You push your panties over to the side and slide onto him. Both of you moaning in unison. You'll never get used to the way he feels, filling you up perfectly.

Once you're both ready, you begin to move back and forth, riding him. His hands take sanctuary on your hips, slowly guiding you. You lean down, placing your mouth on his, capturing his groans in your mouth.

"You're doing so good. Riding my dick so well baby, my good girl." He says against your mouth. He reaches down and starts to rub slow circles on your clit. You whimper at the contact.

"Oh fuck, do that again." Obeying his orders you do it again. He uses his other hand to begin assisting you in bouncing up and down. Your movements begin to change pace, going faster.

His groans and your whimpers becoming louder. He dick twitching inside of you, indicating he's close. You ride faster and bounce harder. He in turn, quickens his movements on your clit and his fingers dig into your hips, leaving bruises for later.

"Oh shit, Phil.. I'm close."

"I know honey, I know hold on a lil longer." He pants. Your cries being the response. Your head thrown back, eyes screw shut.

"Hey, look at me. I wan't you to look at me when you cum." He demands. You immediately open your eyes and stare into his. His gaze possessive.

"Oh fuck, Phil." You whine.

"Let go baby, give it to me." That send you over the edge. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, the pleasure taking over and your body began to shake.

"Oh shit, oh shit." He says as he fills you up, head resting in the crook of your neck.

Coming down from your highs, he lifts his head and smiles at you.

"What?"

"You're so beautiful." He places a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Mhm, i'm still going." You stand up and start walking towards the bedroom.

"Ah! Come on honey, i'm the love of your life! You can't leave me!" He calls out, following you.

[justpeaxchy]

I love your stories httyd ……and I have a request, a headcanoon if you don't mind, maybe about "Hiccup and a reader after an argument", what if they argued and took some time, how would Hiccup take it?

A/n: hello <3! I hope I got this request right, lol. May be fairly short!

Warnings: mentions of arguments (obv), a little bit of distance between Hiccup and reader for a bit, Hiccup kind of lashes out - he's a lil angry guys 🤷🏼‍♀️.

'But I Crumble Completely When You Cry.'

First off, Hiccup wouldn't be one to get in an intense argument so quickly with you. He makes sure to always hear your side of the story and try to rationalize things out with you.

He hates arguments with you of any kind, purely because he doesn't want to hurt you or say something out of line that he'd later regret.

Sure, he's sarcastic, but he knows when to stop and be serious when it's needed, although he would much rather prefer for everything to be in a lighter mood, he knows that he can't ignore some of the downs of a relationship and only acknowledge the ups in it.

"Everyone has their ups and downs." He'd say, "But we'll work through that together, okay?"

That's what he had told you, and it's what he stuck by. He didn't want to risk damaging his relationship with you because he didn't speak up about something that was necessary, so if there were ever anything to cause some discord between you two, he's quick to try and get to the bottom of it and solve whatever problem occured.

It's very - and I mean very - rare to see Hiccup run off in that much frustration after an argument. The only reason why he'd go and separate himself from you after an argument is if you caught him already in a bad mood. Even then, he strives not to do anything irrational, and it worked for a long time.

For this one time, however, he was too drowned in the responsibilities of becoming the future chief, getting negative feedback from Stoick, and having the weight of the familiar anxiety come upon him once again the more he thought about taking on his father's role in the future.

You'd notice right away that he was a bit on edge, stuff in his movements, and not bearing the usual smile he displayed for you. He thinks he's hiding the fact that he's angry and upset, but everyone knows.

You find a way to gently confront him about it, but he finally cracks and he doesn't know how to handle it; "Look, I just need to be alone. Can you give me that for one second, please?" After seeing the look on your face, he'd bolt out of the place you two were in, getting on Toothless to fly somewhere else.

You knew that, sometimes, space was needed in order for one of you to calm down, but he hadn't done something like that before - not in a very long time. It hurt, yes, but you weren't going to push it out of him. So, you waited until he was comfortable enough to share. If he took too long, then you would intervene and speak up about it.

Hiccup, on the other hand, felt an immense amount of guilt for what he'd done. He snapped at you when you merely asked him if he was alright - which he definitely wasn't now.

After cooling down and reflecting on what he did, he made it a mission to apologize to you as quickly as he could. And I mean quick.

Once he found you, Hiccup immediately embraced you in a hug. After a minute or two, he hesitantly pulled away, not knowing if you were angry at him for what had happened.

"I understand if you're upset with me.. I, I was overwhelmed with everything going on and I lashed out at you - which was totally unjustified - and-"

"Hiccup, calm down. It's alright.." You murmured, gently rubbing his hands as he kept his gaze on the floor. "It happens.. but please don't run away from what's hurting you.. it won't make it go away. Tell me what's going on.. please?"

He still felt really bad even after you had to tell him multiple times that you've forgiven him.

You both are quick to recover from this, though. He makes sure that you know he's truly sorry for what happened and that he doesn't plan on doing that again.

Overall, Hiccup isn't one for arguments, he likes to settle things before they can arise to a bigger problem that he doesn't want for the both of you. The last thing he wants is for you to be upset because of him. So, he'll do everything in his power to avoid that.

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[behoright]

boyfriend! jack studnicka in bed

warnings: welp. smutty blurb. includes bdsm and kink. minors stay away.

a/n: @ancient-remnants-of-love , for you, lovely.

dsvnjkfdnvdkjvn soooooo

Jack

lovely jack

as we all know

very quiet

very private

good polite man

you guys met and just

simply fell in love

not much more than that

when I say this man

raises the standards for all men

....

Jack is straight out of a rom-com

he's just not afraid to love

it really doesn't matter what anyone else thinks

he wants the whole ordeal

constant flower deliveries when he's on the road

and special in-person deliveries when he comes back

chocolates at the beginning

until he found out you like candy better

he'll def surprise you with random gifts

but that doesn't really matter

he's always always present

hands always on you

and he looooves to kiss

if you grab his cheeks and plant kisses all over

he DIES

it literally makes his heart flutter and

he cannot help but smile

so um sex

was always just as sweet

he's def been blessed um

not only genetically (obv)

but um

technically

you never left the bed unsatisfied

not once

that being said

the more the months started to go by

you can tell that

it's not like he was holding back

but it's almost like there was

something

festering

something in his head

just starting to ignite

you tried to blame it on stress or work

maybe he's tired or something

but it didn't go away

you asked him a couple of times

and of course

in the most Jack fashion

he was soooo reassuring

still tho there was something there

so one day you had to be like

"baby, we need to talk."

his heart DROPS

"nothing bad, my love, nothing bad. I just have a question."

"doll, you can't scare me like that."

and you ask him seriously

"am I doing something wrong?"

and his puppy eyes are sparkling into yours

"baby, I told you, nothing wrong, you are so perf-"

"Jack, babe, you're always thinking about something else when we fuck."

and he doesn't say anything

"am I wrong? you can tell me, it's just, the vibe I get."

.....

"no," he sighs "you're not wrong."

"is, is it someone else?"

"no. no, absolutely not."

and you can tell he's serious. like his voice changes

"then what is it? you can tell me anything, Jack."

"I don't know, I don't want to scare you."

and you won't show it but you're like

????????

scare ?????

"no judgement, babe."

biting the inside of his cheek

like he always does when he's nervous

he looks up at you

and he looks so sweet and so tender

"I was just, uh, um..."

......

"thinking about rope."

you can't help it your face just drops

sorry??????

sweet lover boy prince Jack?????

"like, like you know my headboard has bars, like...

...maybe tying you on those."

and the rest is fucking HISTORY

over the course of your relationship

you guys have found to really

REALLY

enjoy BDSM

it's a big part of your bond

Jack really loves the bondage

that's his total favorite

any type of rope

western, Japanese, decorative

he'll do it all

he'll buy you lingerie and then surprise you

with matching rope

he just LOVES

the loops the knots

he gets very focused on all the details

and loves to see his masterpiece when its done

I'm talking about complicated shibari here

it tells him that you trust him enough to let him have control

your hands are literally tied

and he just wants to make you

twitch and moan until the end

he doesn't mind impact play

he'll do it if you ask

but it's not his first thought

he just wants to see you writhe in pleasure

this man has every single toy

vibrator

known to man

he’ll try every toy 

every type of 

technology 

to make you cum

of course he loves overstim

its just the view of you

your skin all flushed and sweaty

he can feel the heat coming off your body 

that’s another thing

temperature

sensation play

he fucking adores it

wax, ice cubes

lights on or off

blindfolds, feathers

blowing on your sweaty, hot skin

he just really likes you so 

vulnerable 

purposely for him

seeing you let go of the reigns

or your body in 

different rope patterns

twisted in every and all ways

screaming moaning crying 

he’s still so sweet 

and just so curious

seeing you cum makes him so fucking hard he starts leaking

always has to cum inside you

it’s almost territorial 

and he likes it a lot when you guys wake up

and he sees you sleeping with his cum leaking out of you

there are times however that he is not as sweet

…..when you ask

he changes so much

no smiley boy. suddenly it’s a huge man 

ready to punish you

towering over you

he just wants you to feel pleasure so 

when you act all bratty it drives him insane

he fucking gets so frustrated 

and it’s been fun to channel that into 

you

his fingers are so long it stings a little extra when he spanks

even tho paddles are his favorite

and if you’re extra talkative

those fingertips will go directly into your mouth 

your eyes look so pretty when they water with his fingertips rubbing on your tongue

he’s just so easy to tease

to send risky pictures and texts when he’s out on team stuff

not nudes 

but risky pictures

your silhouette behind all the shower steam

a view of a corner of your hip 

or your cleavage

your lips wrapped around a strawberry 

makes his jaw clench, knuckles turn white around his phone 

when he gets back he can’t help but 

just fucking take you 

which is great because he’s soo gentle out of the bedroom

so when he fucks the shit out of you

i’m talking about 

there’s a hole in the wall right where his headboard hits

oh and the bed frame is

a metal canopy frame 

obv

so he can hang you spread you open you up on every single level

he does NOT want anyone else to be involved tho 

he’d rather blast music from his room when you guys go visit his family back home

than let anyone get a hint of whats going on

but he’ll always keep that dynamic ON

groans when he cums 

you will never get a whimper out of him 

and he grits his teeth HARD too

he tenses all the way up bc he cums hard hard hard

enough to tremble

yes he has calluses from hockey but they worsen when

he grabs onto the rope tightly when he fills you up

jack’s the type that

he’s too shy to kiss you around his parents

but as soon as he shuts the door to your bedroom 

he has you with a spreader bar bending over the bed 

hands tied against the other rail 

or the top rail so you're fully exposed 

and he’ll use every hole all night 

overstimulate you both 

make you both leak until you see stars

but still melt in front of you the morning after 

nuzzle into your neck when you’re in the elevator alone

or blush when you hold hands in public

🤷🏻‍♀️

[herzzgeist]

Hii Emi! It's me again and if you're up to i have another request! Obv a Law x yn where yn joined the heart pirates only two months ago and she is pretty shy and always worried to not be helpful to the crew. Law takes pity out of her of how cute she looks but what hits his heart is how kind and gentle this girl is and that makes Law slightly worried because he knows something is different and he cannot let himself fall in love because he needs to avenge Corazon

Pairing: Law x Cute fem!reader | Word count: 1.9k | Warnings: None

Synopsis: Welcome aboard the Polar Tang, (Y/n)! The Heart pirates took you in with open arms without regret to this day. You are one of the kindest and most gentle people the crew ever faced, growing fond of your sweet and humble behaviour. Over time, Law takes notice of your modesty and fights against his own emotions you awaken in him, before they become too much to handle. Is a dark and sinister man such as him actually able to develop romantic feelings? He highly doubts it. Yet so he thought.

A/N: Kurage! Of course I'm up for it! It's Law we're talking about ఌ Avast, another fluffy OneShot, thank you for the request dear! (Sorry it took a bit longer, I was on holiday) Hope you like it!

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

„Hey (Y/n), could you grab me the tool kit from the boilers below? I must‘ve forgotten it down there.“ - „Sure thing Uni!“, as one of the newest crew members of the Heart pirates, you‘re highly determined to be of support wherever you‘re able.

Since two months aboard the Polar Tang, you learned rather quickly how kind and contributory Trafalgar‘s bunch is. Safe to say, you‘ve grown fond of them and vice versa.

They appreciate your zeal, though you do not possess the ability or skill to know the ropes around the submarine, so the mechanics assign you to simple tasks.

Besides sweating in the sub‘s belly, doing mechanical works, kitchen and laundry duty are also a great way to warm up to the general feel of being part of a crew.

After a quite dramatic rescue, where Law saved you from slave drivers, you can‘t rid the sentiment of the Surgeon of Death behaving hostile towards you.

Of course he is known for his aloof and petulant manner, but you start to recognise certain differencies in his conversations between you compared to other members.

If you ever talk to eachother that is, for it being a rare occasion. It honestly is a shame. There is still so much you want to say, so much you want to ask, yet he avoids you as soon as you enter the frame, walking a B-line to his office.

Don't get him wrong though, Law sees you, oh and how he does. The way you talk, how you behave and hold yourself. Not just captivated by your sweet and adorable appearance, it is your whole demeanor, your big heart he had the chance to behold the past two months.

This is bad, beyond grave. There is no way he actually likes yo-

Absolutely not. Everytime he passes by you, these thoughts intrude his very being, it is then where he's ought to better ignore or run from those feelings, before anything unpredictable happens. Or did it happen already?

To you, the question still remains, have you done something wrong? Aren’t you working hard enough? Whatever it is, you struggle to find the reason behind his mysterious attitude. Be that as it may, you make it your goal to reach your Captain with hard work, rather than straight up walking up to him and find a conversation.

And today is one of those days where you can prove it, to earn your superior’s attention. The Polar Tang docked at an abandoned isle floating somewhere among the waters of the Grand Line. To Law’s calculations, there is an estimated poneglyph hiding on this island. Thus the Heart pirates prepare for a day out in the field, exploring the jungles and noting everything suspicious or fascinating regarding the void century’s history.

At the coast, everybody gathers before proceeding into the thicket. The Captain calls out: “Keep your baby snail transponders ready at all times. If you detect anything remarkable, give me a call immediately.” All confirm his command with a booming ‘Aye’ and thrust their fists into the air, to commence the expedition in brimming motivation. Split up in parties, the groups divide and go seperate ways for a more efficient search.

You follow one team and hold out for mystery. The snail in your hands oogles you, it’s eyes slightly uncanny and bizarre. Yet, the resemblece to Law is immaculate. The already mentioned eyes faintly squinted in an exhausted manner, with dark circles underneath, the white fluffy hat and of course the goatee. It’s almost too accurate. Concentrating on the path before you, you take a good look around.

But to your foolhardy day dreaming, you now walk alone. Where are the others? In panic your gaze scans the area, worried you might not even find your way back to the Polar Tang. How long were you in dream land, (Y/n)? Anyway, you are on a quest, therefore you are tremendously firm about your decision to make your Captain proud.

May sound easier than done, for you tread through the dark and sinister parts of the jungle, feeling cold and uneasy as you hear an alarming rustling very near you. So you pick up the pace, close to running through the lush green thicket, almost toppling over your own feet. Anxiety fuels you with energy, motivating you to rush further into the forest’s heart.

The sun’s rays fade the deeper you go and finally you come to a stop, even unable to see your own hand before you. “Shit, where am I?”, you utter lowly to yourself, scared you might have ran a tad bit too far. A sharp and stinging spark in the distance blinds you. Curiosity gets the better of you, now following the only source of light.

Slowly approaching the inexplicable in front of you, the blinding fortunately ceased and you recognise a golden orb with strange embellishment, if you wouldn't know any better it looks close to a map, deeply engraved into the material.

Like a moth to the flame, you hold out your hand to grasp the devious object. However, before you can sling your fingers around it, the ball disappears and gets replaced with: "A rock? What the-" - "Don't just randomly grab a possible relic, (Y/n)-ya . ."

Surprised, you let off a small squeak and immediately turn around to find yourself cowering away from none other than your Captain, who's brows furrow at you in annoyance.

With the orb in hand, he steps even closer to you, condescendence lifting his gaze as he rumbles: "And by the by, you're supposed to be with the others."

"I lost track of them, so I went on my own.", explaining yourself with an ever growing pout, your shoulders droop in ebarrassment. Quick to throw another question, a frown pushes the corners of Law's lips down: "Why did you run further into the jungle so absentmindedly? You should have called me."

In protest, you point out that your mindless flight response wasn't for naught, implying to show Law your capability by finding this golden ball, but he doesn't give in regarding that matter. All he deftly oversees and only tells you off.

Whose fault was it though? Hiding in the bushes, observing helpless and frightened little you, not able to stay quiet? Trafalgar Law sure doesn't fit the role as a ninja, at least not today.

"Listen (Y/n)-ya, a woman like you can't just wander around in unknown territory, practically diving into danger.", he lectures you with a sour tone in his raspy voice.

Shit, is what goes through Law's mind, as he realises what slipped out of him. Aware how to misunderstand his haughty opinion, he attempts to keep it together. It is incredibely difficult for him to stay focused around you. Why? Oh how he wishes he could just rush back to his office.

Something bugs you, why did he describe you as 'a woman like you'? Thoughts spin in your head and you twiddle your thumbs and twirl a strand of your hair in insecurity. Thus you muster up the courage to ask for the Captain to clarify what he means by that bold statement.

How much it takes out of him to keep his poise. Could you stop playing with this poor man's emotions? They're barely existant in the first place and you decide to pull his heart strings like that?

Indifferent as possible, Law blinks, time seemingly slowing down around you, for he takes a felt like eternity to answer. And finally he clears it up, shifting nervously in place: "Isn't it obvious? You are . . fragile, delicate even and new to piracy. Don't take life as a pirate too lightly, that is all I'm trying to say."

In strain, you contain yourself not to snap at your superior, so you out your concern: "Are you saying I'm not capable?" - "That's not what I said. I simply indicated, that you are too much of an amateur and could get seriously hurt, if you lack the vigilance. Other pirates might take advantage of your kindness and . ."

The Captain stops mid sentence, choking on a word that almost escaped his oddly dry lips. You tilt your head in curiosity: "And?"

A sweat drop builds on his temple. It just wouldn't cross his mind, why you are being so troublesome? Shaking his head infuriatingly, he mumbles: "N-Nothing. Let's just go."

Abruptly grabbing your hand, he pulls you along, leading you out of the dark parts of the jungle. Muttering his dissatisfaction and curses in disbelief, he stops, the both of you returned to the stone path.

Though his slender hands seem rough and calloused, you are surprised by the gentle and warm touch of his skin. Even after all those tough battles he fought, all the operations he performed, his digits carefully intertwine with yours, almost scared to crush you.

So he turns around to face you and commands you harshly: "Go back to the sub, just follow back this way and you'll be there in no time." - "Aye, Captain."

Law detects a tinge of shame and disappointment in your expression. How come his heart cannot stop beating out of his chest, as he speaks: "Before you go . . you . . did a good job, finding this artifact, it's a rather important object at that. So, well done."

Did your hearing falter? Your Captain just praised you! Out of joy you flash him a smile, showing him gratitude with a subtle nod and a small hum.

The brim of Law's hat casts a shadow over his face, making it impossible for you to see his blush that is being withheld from you.

After a good minute, you two come to realise, that you are still holding hands. "Umm, Captain? Could you-", you point out with a shy chuckle and Law basically yanks his arm away in a rash move, almost a tad bit too obvious, even to you.

In irk, he shoos you: "Just go already! I have other things I must attend to!" With his jaw tensing by the sight of you playfully rolling your eyes and going about your way, he clicks his tongue and continues the path ahead of him.

One last look over his shoulder, glancing at your delicate frame in the distance, once more the beat of his heart waivers. Truly, there is a certain appeal to you he wishes to familiarise further, nevertheless, he must not.

After all, Law has a goal, his mind is set, determined to avenge Corazon. It takes his all to commit to this plan, hence there is no space . . for love? Confliction restricts the Surgeon of Death's tunnel vision, professionalism slowly but surely fading by your 'intrusion'.

He must admit, he's fighting the urge to give in to your sweetness, surrender to his own emotions towards you. You peak his interest, though to his momentary disapproval.

But what if he is able to fulfill his wish? When the world finally reaches it's well deserved state of peace and freedom. Will he earn your attention, your affection?

What if . .

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Can you do the mob boys reacting to their teenage daughter sneaking out the house/ rebelling?

Mob! Leo

He knows a little about rebelling so he's not totally surprised when he catches his teen daughter sneaking out

but he appreciates guts more than anything

and it was a pretty ballsy move for his kid to defy him like this

she thinks she's being so slick as well, waiting for him to go to bed and creeping out

"And what plans do you have at this time of night? He better be worth the grounding you're about to get"

aannddd she knows she's done for

but she's gotta try, y'know?

with the most innocent look and a sweet as pie voice she turns to him like:

"Daddy, I'm just going out to see a movie with Claire. You remember her, right? No boys or alcohol, just a movie"

he's not fooled

"Oh really, open your bag then?"

time to drop the act

"fine. How long am I grounded for? "

he tells her it's forever but she knows it'll be like a week as per usual

stomps back up the stairs muttering about how she can't wait to move out at 18

Mob! Raph

ok but he's such a big softy

like his daughter could get away with murder, both figuratively and literally.

but he doesn't like her doing anything that could her hurt, like walking around the streets of New York late at night....

he catches her shimmying down a drainpipe out her bedroom window

she's super slow at it so he just goes downstairs and waits for her

"I told you no"

she half jumps out of her skin

she really didn't think he'd know she was doing this

"But dad!"

"I said no, it's 11:30 at night, I don't want you out at this time"

"I'm just going to a friend's house, please? Her dad's picking me up and everything, he'll drop me back too!"

puppy dog eyes galore

he thinks about it for a minute

"I'll drop you off. And pick you up. And if you aren't there, I'm sending your body guards out for you and they will embarrass you in front of your friends. I'll make sure of that"

"Thank you, daddy!"

big hugs

he makes the guards embarrass her anyways as punishment

Mob! Mikey

Oh god he's such a wild card as a parent

but also such a massive push over as a parent

like his kids really aren't used to being told "no"

but when he says "no" he fucking means it

so when he catches his daughter with a bottle of raspberry vodka in one hand and his car keys in the other... shit is about to hit the fan

she hears it before she even realises what's happened

the bottle of vodka smashing on the floor

then there's what he says

because Mikey doesn't yell, he actually gets real quiet when he's angry

"Is this what I fucking get? for raising you, caring for you, protecting you? this blatant disregard for my rules and wishes? Who are you sneaking out to see? Because I fucking swear that if it's the boy you've been making eyes at all semester, he won't make it to school on Monday or ever again. Do you understand?"

he sort of realises he fucked up once she starts balling her eyes out and shaking

after that he clams down and they go back inside for some daddy/daughter rebuilding trust.

she's fine the next day but never sneaks out again

Mob! Donnie

one dad you do not want to fuck with

he plays the long game

he see's her sneak out, and follows

obvs he's super discreet and she thinks she's gotten away with it

until her and her friends are drinking and partying and dancing, until they feel comfortable...

then he strikes

armed guards knock down the door, guns pointed in everyone's faces

there's a bit of a scuffle (drunk "hero" teenage boy trying to show he's a big shot) but he gets knocked out pretty quickly

then Donnie appears

he grabs her by the hair, pulling her face close to his and hissing that it's time for them to leave

in the car on the way back, he's eerily calm

she's trying to do damage control, lot's of "i'm sorry" and "it'll never happen again"

"Oh, I know it won't"

she's confused

"I don't want bad influences on my daughter. so you're going to a private school and I've been assured, it's very strict. Your friends are all going to fail their classes and get kicked out of school and they will be made to know it's your fault and I expect a 5000 word essay on why this was such a bad idea in my hand by Wednesday"

she just sobs

after the essay is handed to him, he "forgives her" and doesn't continue with his plan.

but she never does shit like that again.

[serenity-songbird]

hi i hope ur doing good, i have a south park request for main 4(Kenny,cartman,Stan, and kyle obv) where even though theyre young the reader started puberty already and developed fast? i dont mean to make it seem sexual i just mean like maybe the boys feel embarrased talking to her? lol sorry if this doesnt make sense i just rlly like the way u write🥲 and also i would like seperate pls and platonic or romantic, whatever u want and also the reader a girl pls. Sorry if u are uncomfortable with any of this thats perfectly okay if u are so just feel free to ignore this then. and thank u either way for taking the time to read this even if u dont do it! have a good day or night, and make sure to rest, drink plenty of water and eat food!❤️

(There's no reason to be uncomfortable. I think the concept is cute. Don't worry. I'm also drinking more water and eat fine. Thank you! 💜💜💜)

I really hope you can tolerate being puked on...

Because it is going to happen a lot...

He's super embarrassed about it.

Avoids you for a while.

In the end his mother had to explain it.

He asks his father for advice...but it's not good advice.

"Stan, never ever piss off a woman on her period. They get scary and mean."

Did not help his internal conflict.

After that, he apologizes and stops avoiding you.

"Sorry. I had no idea that you have to go through this every month."

He really tries to understand. Though He still doesn't get it completely.

He will sneak peaks at your growing chest. (Respectively of course).

He'll get you snacks and anything you need.

You'll have to tell him what to get first before he leaves.

Because the first time, he came back with diapers thinking that was what you needed.

He's a sweetheart.

A confused and anxiety filled one because of his dad's "advice."

But a sweetheart nonetheless.

He takes it more mature than the others.

I mean, he does get embarrassed at first.

Like, were you always this pretty?

Doesn't know how to approach you.

He will ask his mom for advice, awkwardly.

Once his mother explains it, he feels bad of all the pain women go through monthly.

"Hey, my mom told me all about what girls go through during puberty. I'm sorry about being awkward before. I got you some items that may help."

Will do research on ways to remedy the pain and what products you might need.

He has Ibuprofen, hot pads, and your favorite snacks in his locker in case you need it.

This man chugs his Respect Women Juice.

And if Cartman shits on you for hitting puberty, he'll beat his ass.

Kyle is your right hand man and he helps you feel less awkward.

Will still include you in groups activities with the boys and breaks the tension.

Ignores Cartman's complaints.

You appreciate his efforts in trying to understand.

While he might not get it completely, he knows enough to make you feel comfortable and normal.

You are grateful for him.

He doesn't get weirded out or awkward about it like the others.

In fact, he's excited.

Not about the bleeding. Gross.

More so on the fact that you were developing a bigger chest and wider hips.

As we all know, Kenny is very perverted.

So of course he'll try and flirt with you.

Like Kyle, he also does research, but in secret.

He doesn't change the way he acts around you for the most part.

Except for the fact that he offers to give you hip, shoulder, or back massages.

He claims it helps with the cramps, which it does in a sense.

But you know he just wants to cop a feel.

"Are your boobs sore again? Let me hold them for you."

You politely decline.

All perverted jokes aside, he really does try to help you out when you're on your period.

Like, you gotta go through that shit every month?! That sucks ass!

Will offer peace offerings like flowers he picked up from the ground or some origami project that will make you smile.

(He can't really buy you anything).

The fact that Kenny doesn't make it weird for you is relieving.

You may or may not let him massage your shoulders since it feels nice.

ONLY the shoulders.

He is the literal worst out of the four.

Like, he does NOT take it well.

"Ewww gross! You're bleeding!? Get away from me!"

Will avoid you like the plague.

Literally believes that periods are contagious.

Kyle did beat his ass a few times for his remarks he kept making.

Absolutely loses his SHIT if you were to accidentally brush against him or touch him.

Cries to his mom saying he's now going to bleed every month now.

His mom had to sit him down and explain to him what puberty Is like for woman. And that boys can't get periods.

He is relived and just utterly DISGUSTED.

Eventually will stop avoiding you.

But when it's that time of the month, he will throw snacks to you, so you can get your mood swings away from him.

You're pissed, but still accept the free food.

I mean come on, who'll deny free sweets?

It takes a while for things to get back to normal.

He will start making snide comments here and there.

Overall, -10/10 reaction.

[fromily]

[fromis_9 TV Behind] fromis_9 (프로미스나인) - 2017 MAMA VCR Behind

[papaya-047]

So You Wanna Survive? -  Zombie AU P.P.

A/N : Obsessed with apocalypse movies so these was fun for me :) lowkey based on the What If Zombies episode but highkey based on marvel zombies comics. 

Summary : New York! Home of the Mets, the Chrysler Building, those ladies from sex and the city, and now, the ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE! Peter and company had been travelling through the remains of NYC when they encounter you, a girl that is surprisingly still alive.

Pairing : Peter Parker x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings : zombies (obv), mentions of dying, weapons and cannibalism, me nerding out on movie references, let me know if i missed anything 

Peter thought his years of nerding out to horror movies and zombie thrillers had finally paid off. The powers might have also helped, considering most zombies are limited to the ground. Still, why not pretend like those hours spent in front of a laptop with Ned watching Day of the Dead wasn't entirely a waste. 

In the last two weeks, the world has changed a lot, considering more than 90% of the population is now hungry for brains. But you gotta make the best of it. Sure the lack of prom is a bummer, but you know what's more of a bummer? Dying. 

Peter had found other survivors, people he never would've been hanging out with otherwise. Mostly cause he's a teenager, and they're... old. The last thing Peter thought he would be was friends with a Wakandan general. 

"So Banner, if you're immortal cause of the Hulk, do you think you can turn into a zombie?" Kurt Goreshterasked asked, exhibit A of people Peter wouldn't hang out with under normal circumstances. 

"Please do not ask me those kinds of questions. That's the last thing I wanna think about right now." Bruce responded with his head in between his knees. He hadn't really adjusted to the whole zombie thing very well. It's a little harder to process when you see it as abruptly as he did. Having just been zapped back to earth to warn us about some purple giant with a god complex, but was greeted by an apocalypse. 

"Dr. Banner, just take deep breaths. We are totally safe up here." Peter said, trying to comfort him. But unfortunately, the awkward pats on the head were ineffective.

"We're running low on resources, Peter," Okoye said, interrupting the clumsy comforting that was still taking place.

"That sucks for you, Bruce. We have to take everyone with us, safety in numbers" Kurt finished his sentence in a sing-song voice as he slapped Dr. Banner on the back much harder than he meant to. 

Peter remained with Bruce, who didn't look up, trying to help calm him down, "Kid! Come on, Groceries aren't going to steal themselves," Kurt said, as the others rolled their eyes at the fact that he continues to call it stealing.

-

The survivors made their way through the city, carrying all the Stark Industry Tech that Happy could get his hands on. Tony Stark probably doesn't miss it. 

They walked in a weird clump, so close that Peter could smell Bucky's body's spray. Everyone is alert and ready to attack. 

Suddenly, the blaring sound of gunshots comes from beside Peter as Sharon Carter starts shooting in front of her. "NO NO GOD, PLEASE DON'T SHOOT!" you shout in fear as you dove behind an abandoned car.

"Jesus, Sharon! Do you not check before you shoot at people?" Bucky said, lowering Sharon's gun for her.

"Sorry, I thought- well, we all know what I thought," Sharon said, avoiding eye contact as Bucky and Bruce rushed to see if you were ok. As the group slowly moved towards you, lowering their weapons, your hands were up in surrender. 

"I didn't think my limp was bad enough for someone to think I was a zombie," you said, trying to joke about what happened. 

"I didn't mean to. I'm-" you interrupted Sharons' apology.

"Don't apologize for trying to survive and protect. That's how you make it in the apocalypse, dude. This Is The World Now. Logged On, Plugged In, All The Time." she said as Bucky offered you a hand to help you up. A surprisingly metal hand greeted you as you stood up and dusted yourself off. 

"That was a Terminator reference!" Peter said, probably more excitedly than he should've been.

"Ya," you chuckled at his reaction. "Apocalypse movie quotes are very easy to reference during an apocalypse," your laugh made everyone smile with you, except for Okoye, who remained alert.

"We have to keep moving to get food," Okoye stated, reminding everyone why they were there. "We run out quickly with 8 people, especially when 3 are enhanced and need twice the amount of food," she said, eyeing Bucky, Bruce and Peter.

You slowly lowered your hands as the group seemed to be calming down. "I have a bunch of supplies at my camp. It's not too far from here if you want to join me." you offered warmly. An awkward smile grazed your face as you tried your best to seem none threatening. You were met with a mixed reaction. Half excitedly agreeing and half declining the offer.

You watched everyone huddle as you tried to look around to give them privacy. However, you could still hear their attempt at whispered arguing. "What do you mean sure? Bucky, we don't know her!" Sharon said, turning to you with a fake smile. You gave her an awkward wave once you made eye contact. 

"She could be a cannibal for all we know!" Bruce said, trying to be discreet but failing. 

"look, she's a survivor like we are, and we need to help our remaining fellow humans. She wants to help us. So let's let her and get another ally," Bucky added to the conversation. 

As they continued to bicker, you had spotted the weapon you had dropped when fleeing from the gunshots. Under the car you had used as a cover was your sword. You were now on all four, an arm stretched out under the car in an attempt to retrieve your blade. 

"What are you doing?"

You jumped at the interruption, knocking your head on the bottom of the car. You rubbed the back of your head and turned to see who was talking to you. Hope Van Dyne cast a shadow over you, hand on her hips. 

"I dropped something underneath the car," you said, dusting off your hands. Now sitting on your knees. 

Peter walked over to the two of you to see what you were trying to get. "Is that a sword?" He asked.

"ya, I'm not that great with guns," you gave an embarrassed chuckle as you glimpsed at the arsenal most of them carried on their backs. 

Hope shrank down and grabbed your sword. You quickly thanked her as she helped you up. Then, you walked unevenly over to those still bickering. When you reached them, they ceased their arguing. "I'm glad you think I could take any of you down. Really that's a compliment. But I'm not a cannibal, and I hear something I don't like the sound of, so... I'm going to my food, clean water and shelter, and I'd love some company." You smiled once more, trying to get them to calm down. 

It wasn't like you had some convoluted plan to try and steal their weaponry. You genuinely wanted to help these people. Offer some kind of assistance and maybe end up less alone than you had been. 

Though most of them remained skeptical, they decided to come with you. They could take down one girl. You seemed harmless, so why not get some food. 

-

"You never told us your name," Bucky said as he eyed the blade you had in your hands. Your mannerisms had changed greatly from minutes earlier. You were on high alert, sword on the ready, and a march that was clearly hurting you but still, you tried to suppress the limp. This wasn't a stroll to you. This short walk to wherever you were taking them was life or death.  

"Well, to be fair, you never told me your names either," you replied, not looking back, eyes scanning every area you could see. 

"Right, well, I'm Buc-"

"Sergeant Bucky Barnes, I know who you are. The arm gave it away." you let a small chuckle when you heard him stammering behind you. "I also know Sharon Carter, Hope van Dyne, Doctor Bruce Banner, Happy Hogan, General Okoye of Wakanda, and that's a flying cloak. And I don't know the other two. I guess he's Spiderman based on the costume, but he usually has a mask on, so..." you said, pointing back at the group behind you without taking her eyes off the path.

"H-how do you know who we are?" Banner asked hesitantly.

"News, or museums in some cases." you glanced back to smirk at the Winter Soldier. 

"haha, very funny," Bucky rolled his eyes.

"No, I'm not making an age joke. I'm serious. I know you from a museum."

Kurt began laughing at Bucky, but the sound of his laughter wasn't what you were focusing on. You stopped in place, gesturing for the group to be quiet. They stopped as well, confused as to why you reacted that way. 

In the two weeks, you had to survive, you had learned the warning signs. The sounds and smells zombies make. You tried to identify where it was coming from, quickly grabbing the nearest object, a garbage lid, off the curb and throwing it in the alley parallel to you. 

Just as you suspected, two zombies ran out to attack the noise. As if on instinct, you sprinted to them, using your sword to decapitate both of them. 

As the zombie's head rolled on the ground, all you could do was add another reference. "You're Terminated, FUCKER!" you yelled out in relief. But your face dropped when you remembered that you weren't alone. Slowly turning back around and flashing a forced grin. You were met with shocked faces and dropped jaws. 

Embarrassed, you tried to apologize for what they had just witnessed. Still, before you could finish stumbling through your apology, Peter shouted out excitedly. "DUDE! THAT WAS AWESOME!"

That reaction surprised you. Uncertain of how to react, all you could say was thank you. 

You tried your best to move on and return to your strides, but you stopped yourself and turned to the boy you only knew as Spiderman. "I'm y/n, by the way."

"I'm Peter."

"Nice to meet you, Peter."

"Oh, I'm Kurt! You didn't know me from the news. Now that we know each other, according to the apocalypse that makes us best friends," Kurt sped up slightly to join you at the front of the group. 

"You are absolutely correct, Kurt" you couldn't help but laugh at his comment. 

Though the others in the party didn't have the same reaction. Whispering side comments that they didn't know you could hear. 

"How has this kid survived on her own for this long?" Happy Hogan whispered to Peter. 

"Did you not see what she did to the zombies in the alley?" Peter replied. He was in awe of what you had done. Replaying the moment in his head like a movie. Wishing he had caught it on video. 

"Ya but she doesn't look like someone that would have a lot of training in combat..." you tried to tune out whatever they were saying. Then, of course, you could reply that you need to be a fast learner when the stakes are this high. But it didn't matter, really. They could assume whatever they wanted, that doesn't change that you are just happy to have found other people who haven't been infected.

 The subjects of their comments changed rather quickly when you were hit with an unfortunately familiar stench. A foul garlic-like odour mixed with rotten cabbage had the displeasure of meeting with Peters' nose. He had never smelled a scent so strong in his life. His heightened senses not doing him any favours. 

Sharon was the first to comment on the smell, covering her nose with her arm, her gun still out in front of her. All you could do was laugh. You lowered your weapon and turned back to face the group for the first time since you had begun walking. Your weapon lowered, your limp more prominent, and your expression calm. 

You smiled at the sight of everyone on high alert. It was surprising that they hadn't figured out what was going on yet. "You guys can put those away. We're safe now, " you said, returning your sword to its holster and slowing down your strides, focusing more on your injured ankle.

"I hate to say the cliche, but it's awfully quiet... too quiet," Kurt said, looking over at Okoye, refusing to lower her guard. 

"I haven't seen or heard anything in a while. Are the zombies sleeping or something," Bucky commented, putting his gun behind his back. 

You chuckled, "We made a barrier. It got pretty big after a few days."

"I'm guessing you didn't use a fence to make your barrier?" Bucky added, looking at what he assumes is the barrier in question. He thought it may have been a speed bump, a clumpy speed bump. It sure as hell smelled worse than a speed bump.

You could hear Happy whisper his theory about you using the other survivors as human shields, and tears pricked your eye at his comments. You knew the assumptions about you seemed reasonable. Hell, you looked psychotic from their point of view. But it still stung. You sped up, trying to get away from the others. You had learned a lot in the apocalypse, but one thing you learned from life before; never let them see you cry.

You tried to blink away your tears, Maybe I could blame it on the smell. That's believable enough, right? You thought to yourself. 

"Hey, um, are you ok?" Peter asked as he tried to meet your new pace. 

"Ya, I'm fine. Why do you ask?" you asked, wiping your eyes to eliminate any evidence of weakness. 

"N-nothing, you just walked away kinda fast," he said with a smile. "So, how does the barrier work?" he tried to change the subject. 

"That's something I would also like to know too!" Barnes asked from behind us.

"Ya, no offence, but how did you get this far with a costume sword," Happy added. You forced a smile. 

"First of all, the sword is real. It's from an antique store, they dulled it down, and all I had to do was sharpen it. And how I got this far, adapt to survive." you slowed down to meet everyone's pace.

"How do you know that nothing's gonna break through your so-called barrier," Bruce asked.

"You guys have so many questions, don't you?" all they could do was nod. "The barrier, as you might have figured out, is made from Zombie corpses." you explained, "Zombies are attacked by our Pheromones; they find us using their sense of smell. They can smell uninfected flesh, so you could shower to try and not smell human, but that won't do you any good for too long," you looked over at Barnes, who smelled like a bath and body works. "I found out that the Zombies only attack when they smell human, so all you gotta do is get rid of the 'Human smell' or, as I've been doing, cover it up. For example, you may have smelled my deodorant. It's not lemon-fresh if you couldn't tell. It's any remnants of zombie that wouldn't transfer the infection or known by its scientific term, Zombie Goo." 

Peter was the only one that laughed. He was sweet. That boy didn't really stop smiling. It baffled you how he seemed so positive and energetic. On the other hand, you were exhausted from your unsuccessful search for clean water. 

"Zombies smell zombie. They think 'no one to infect here' and leave. That's why the barrier is just a bunch of Zombie corpses, and that's why it works." you concluded your explanation with a tight lip smile. 

"You should make a video. It would be better than Peters. No offence Pete," Kurt said.  

"We should totally make a how to survive the zombie apocalypse 2!" Peter said excitedly. 

"Why not," you couldn't help but smile wider at his enthusiasm. "We're here, by the way," you stopped in front of the building you had been using as a camp. 

"You live in a high school?" Sharron asked with a look of distaste on her face. 

"Ya, my room is the music room. It's carpeted!" you limped back towards the entrance and took out the keys.

"I CALL PRINCIPALS OFFICE," Bucky said as he and Peter raced towards the door. 

You chuckled at their actions. They're sweet when they don't assume I'm an insane murdering cannibal. 

You opened the entrance for the boys who were not too far behind. They slammed them open and continued their race. The others followed shortly after.

"I WIN! TAKE THAT, PARKER!" you heard from a distance. 

-

They settled in quickly. The group was surprised to see just how prepared you actually were. The schools cafeteria was stocked with non-perishables and fridges filled with food you had made. Solar panels on the schools' roofs allowed for electricity. You had an abundance of supplies ranging from first aid to entertainment. The only thing you were missing was people to share it with. 

Although Peter was content with remaining there with you, the others had doubts. They had decided to discuss their plans, but Peter couldn't focus, knowing you were sitting somewhere on your own. 

The boy wandered through the empty, dimly lit hallways. Many of the lockers still had locks on them, some locks were broken, and Peter could see photos inside the open lockers. 

The inside of one of the doors was covered from top to bottom in photographs. Polaroids of teenagers hung on the door, but Peters attention was drawn to the ones that contained you. 

He scanned the pictures landing on one where you had your arms around who he assumed were your friends. You were clearly much less tired than you looked now. Your eyebrows were slightly more cleaned up, and your hair was straightened. You were laughing, a smile that made his heart flutter. And even though you looked the same, you felt unrecognizable from the girl he had just witnessed slay zombies while sporting a limp. 

Peter could sense your footsteps above him, on the roof. You were sitting on the edge of the building when Peter joined you. "Hey," he said as he debated whether or not to sit next to you. You responded with a soft "Hi" that was barely louder than a whisper. 

"what are you doing up here?" Peter asked as he finally sat down. 

"Watching the sunset," you replied, not taking your eyes away from the view. You gazed at the sky of fire caused by the resting sun, illuminating the clouds in orange light. It was something Peter hadn't seen often in New York. "There's less pollution, so the sky is beautiful." you turned to face the boy next to you in excitement, "and cause there isn't any light pollution, you can see the stars!" 

"I just realized I haven't actually been outside to see the stars yet," Peter confessed. 

"I won't lie, I miss the city lights, but nothing beats a sky full of stars." you smiled up at the sky, and all Peter could do was smile with you. You were so relaxed now, much more like the girl in the pictures. 

Peter noticed that your ankle that caused you to limp was now bandaged. "I've been meaning to ask, what happened to your ankle?"

"Oh, I sprained it earlier today. I was running and tripped on something."

"Does it hurt? You were walking on it for a while." Peter asked, remembering how you ignored the need for a limp before making it the base. 

"A little, but if I let a sprained ankle get to me, I'd be a zombie right now. But, as they said in World War Z, Movement is life." you chuckled, and Peter laughed with you, finding your smile contagious.

Peter wanted to prevent any awkward silence between you, but it was easy talking to you. When the silence did come, it was comfortable. "You know this was my high school." 

"Me too"

"I figured," Peter tried to remember your face in the halls or the cafeteria but to no avail, "It's weird that it took a zombie apocalypse for us to meet."

You chuckled in agreement. The truth was that you already knew who Peter was, despite feigning cluelessness when you first met. Peter Parker was the cute boy on the robotics team that played the trumpet and spent his free time building legos. Peter was simply out of your reach. You weren't popular at Midtown, but you didn't need to be. You had your friends, and you were content with that. 

You were pulled from your thoughts quickly after remembering your time in high school. "So, how did you learn to fight like that?" Peter asked.

"I'm a quick learner, I guess. I know everyone is shocked I made it this far, as your friend Happy has clearly stated many times." Peter gave you a sympathetic smile, realizing you could hear every comment Happy had made earlier. 

-

You and Peter sat on the school roof for what felt like forever and just a moment. The time was simple, opening up about your shared movie obsessions and your lives before. Peter thought you were the funniest girl he had ever spoken to. Granted, the list of girls in comparison was short, but that didn't matter. Your laugh was music to his ears, and your smile made his heart flutter. 

The sky was now a deep red that faded to what would soon become night. You returned your gaze to the view ahead. However, Peters eyes remained locked on you, taking in your features under the golden light of the sunset. 

He was comfortable, and he felt safe in your company for the first time in a while. He raked his brain at how it took so long to have met someone as amazing as you. You were everything Peter wanted and everything he didn't know that he wanted. And even though the others were downstairs debating on what to do next, Peter knew that no matter what they decided, he would stay here with you. 

[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

omgomgomg with these headcanons + your fics ler!peter3 has me in a CHOKEHOLD - imagine his reaction to finding out you like being tickled hhhhhh he’d be so smug and teasy and affectionate all at the same time like:

*pausing in the midst of wrecking you* “you know you can tell me to stop right? don’t get me wrong, i love messing with you, but you don’t gotta put up with it if it’s too much. the last thing i want is to make you uncomfortable.”

“um, y-yeah i know. it’s okay peter, i trust you. plus, it’s.. fun, doing this with you.”

“it’s fun?”

“yeah. i ... i like it.”

cue peter simultaneously melting at you getting shy and also feeling like he won the jackpot lottery with this info and grinning so so big

“really? you like this?”

“is.. is that weird? sorry, you don’t-“

“no! no no, it’s not weird at all. it’s just- oho, oh sweetheart. doho you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into? you’re telling me that not only are you the most adorable person i’ve ever seen in my entire life, but i more or less get a free pass to make you laugh your head off at any time? cutie, if you thought you had it bad before, just you wait, because i’m about to unleash a tickle monster unlike anything you’ve ever seen. are you ready for that, bugs?”

of course he would wait for you to nod or say yes before continuing tenfold (and a safe word would absolutely be established obv).

hope you don’t mind me leaving this here i just skdhskdhkadhjaakdhks, you know what i mean? hope your day is going well!

O.M.F.G. ANON. OMFG. ANONNNNNNNNNNN

My stomach is FLUTTERING LIKE A FLOCK OF HUMMINGBIRDS- THIS IS ADORABLE. This headcanon has watered my crops and cleared my skin- AHHHHHHHHHH

I DON'T MIND ONE BIT ANON ♥️ THIS IS PERFECTION IN A POST. Please feel free to leave more headcanons in the ask box anytime you'd like 🥺 👉👈

The idea of Peter being like 😳 and then being like 😏 and then being like 😈 as a ler for reader absolutely slays meeeee.

And then once you're all tickled out he's like 🥺 and then 🤗 and then 😚❤️ ABSJSJDHSJJDJFHDJ

He's such a sweetie pie~ I love the idea that he'd stop to check in and remind you that you are always safe to set boundaries with him. I feel like it would be especially reassuring if his partner has ever struggled with being able to vocalize their boundaries (me for most of my life T-T) and it would help them feel safer and make it much easier to vocalize those boundaries. And on the flip side, you telling Peter out loud that you trust him would be astronomically reassuring to him. He's a worrier. This man is an adorable combination of the most evil ler in all the galaxies, and the absolute sweetest!

My day is going wonderful anon! Thank you for checking in! I hope your day is going well too!!!