#ok maybe take do it scared out of the first one and replace it with do it without apology

[curiosityschild]

LITANY AGAINST THE FEAR OF OTHERS OPINIONS

Do it scared. Do it weird. Do it alone.

LITANY AGAINST PARALYZING PERFECTIONISM

Do it bad. Do it wrong. Do it half-assed.

LITANY AGAINST ?????

A third trio??? A trio of threes would be nice but I can't think of any more

[worldlxvlys]

OMG PART 2 of “one of the girls” PLS OMG maybe a more angsty to fluff between them

deeper (one of the girls pt 2)

fwb! chris x reader

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of sex

a/n: you definitely asked for angst and fluff and i definitely only gave you angst

sorry 😬

but i swear on everything the next part will be fluffy, i just needed to lay the groundwork 🙏🏾

previous part

“look, it’s fine chris. you’re just shitty at aftercare.” she spoke from her spot across from me on her bed.

we somehow had managed to go from talking about how our days went to sex.

“what are you talking about?” i asked, confused.

“i mean, in what world is you fucking me and dipping to go fuck someone else considered taking care of me?” she pointed out.

my face dropped at her words, “i- i don’t do that every time though, it’s happened a few times, but-“ she cut me off with a scoff, “that’s the thing, you do it every time, without fail. you just- you finish, you make sure i finish, and you leave” she shrugged it off, but it obviously hurt her to say.

“i mean, what kind of a friend treats someone that way? it’s like, hey ok! i finished using you for what i needed, gotta go do the exact same thing to the next girl! you don’t see how fucked that is? you don’t get how that would completely fuck with my head ?” she asked.

“i mean at first, it wasn’t like that. i didn’t care, i thought maybe you’d stop at some point. but after months of you doing this shit, i can’t act like it doesn’t affect me anymore”

i blinked at her, only now realizing what i was doing to her.

“and it’s not like i caught feelings and am in love with you or something, you can be with other people, i don’t care. but- i mean, right after me? the second your dick gets soft you go somewhere else to get hard again? like, am i that bad, or…?”

no, no, no. there’s no way this is happening right now.

there’s no way i’ve managed to do this.

what the fuck was i thinking? what was wrong with me?

“hey, listen. this has nothing to do with you not being good enough, ok? i’m so sorry, i never meant to hurt you at all, i need you to know that. you deserve better than how i’ve treated you, i know. i guess i was just scared-”

“scared? scared of me?” she asked in a low voice, her face clearly showing how hurt she was.

my eyes widened at that, how the hell am i managing to make this worse?

“what?” i asked, desperately trying to think of how to calm her down.

“is this about the whole liking pain while we’re having sex thing? because if you can’t handle that-” i brought my hand up to her face to cup her cheek, making her stop talking and stare at me with wide eyes.

“it’s not that, ok? i told you i’d never judge you for that and i meant it. there’s nothing wrong with liking that stuff, i personally find it makes you even more attractive”

“so, if not that, then what? what are you running from?” she whispered to me.

my feelings for you.

the second i realized that i was beginning to care about her in a different way, i started seeing other people.

i tried desperately to distract myself from her, praying that being with someone else would help.

the first time, it worked. until the next time we had sex, and i remembered everything that i loved about her.

i was overwhelmed by her, everything about her drove me crazy.

her body, her soft skin, her scent, the way she tasted, the way she moaned and screamed under me.

my senses were filled with her.

i assumed it was just physical attraction, which is why i tried looking for someone who could replace that.

but who was i kidding? no one could replace her.

and even if they could, i realized that it was deeper than the sex as i was staring at her now.

it was that beautiful smile that i was missing now while i stared at the sad look that i put on her face.

it was that look she had on her face when she wanted to laugh, but was trying desperately to hold it in as i made faces at her from across the room.

it was the amount of passion and dedication she put into the things she cared at about.

it was the deep connection that we shared when i stared into her eyes, my fear of intimacy somehow leaving my body when it was with her.

it was her.

it was always her.

and me? i was royally fucked.

🥀🥀🥀🥀

not too much on chris he’s about to eat in the next part (literally)

i may or may not have already written the next part to this 🌚

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[triannel]

Ok, so I have written on my "Request Rules" post that I Will not write for Gravity Falls AU's but I would just like to experiment a bit by writing this. I was eager about writing this tbh, so here, a little bit of Will Cipher x Reader, I don't fully know the lore of Reverse Falls so bear with me as I wrote this with what I know so far or what I headcannon lol

This will most likely not change the rules though... (Or MAYBE it will..)

Warning: Mentions of Blood, and Hints of Past Abuse

Fluff/Comfort | Will Cipher x Reader

Comforting

Tredging through the collapsed building, you decided to be a bit more adventurous today as you walk around the halls. Searching through the house, you soon find an amulet that is strangely glowing in the dark. Must be some sort of gadget, you thought to yourself, perhaps you could sell it for a few bucks at the pawnshop...

However you never did take it there. Once you found the amulet, you also found yourself in a very strange situation.

Putting on the accessory, the light emenating from the amulet glows brighter, forcing you to close your eyes. Once you do open your eyes, a blue triangular being has suddenly appeared in front of you.

"Whoa," you say in surprise. At first you thought this was some sort of hallucination or even a joke of some sort but...

"Um...hello?" He responded.

After the greetings you soon found out that you are now in possession of a demon of some kind, his name is Will Cipher. You aren't exactly sure what he is, but he does insist on making a deal though. Even though he does appear innocent, you were a bit skepticle, so you do end up denying his effort though.

After a few days, you both have come to an agreement that you will be the sole owner of the amulet and you can boss him around, although it is tempting to tell him to do your difficult chores, you mostly never do take the chance. Instead, you only do ask him to finish a few simple tasks here and there, only asking on help with difficult task if you really do need to.

He's mostly anxious and nervous, always asking what he can do and if you need help. Will can be easily scared, and would sometimes try to hide it. Trying your best though, you end up becoming quite an interesting and strange person to Will.

A lot of times, when individuals do find him, they would always take the chance to use him in some sort of way, only a very few number of individuals would actually repay him. You though, you're one of the very few who choose to not take advantage. You never hit nor would you ever make an awful remark about him. It's...interesting, but he'd never comment on it though.

It's a little comforting...but at the same time it's anxiety inducing, why are you acting like this? Are you waiting for him to read your mind? What is the endgame here? He just can't seem to understand you at the moment.

One by one, he took out the wilted flowers from the vase, afterwards placing fresh ones to replace it. Just in front of where he's at, you sit there motionless but content as you read a book near the fireplace.

Slowly he fixed the table and gazed at you, his thoughts starting to wonder slowly into the depth of his mind. But suddenly you noticed and looked back.

"!?" He suddenly glowed a bit brighter for a moment before quickly sputtering out an anxious apology. As he does so, he manages to topple the vase on the table, making it fall and crash. The vase breaks into pieces and as soon as it does, Will quickly floats down to clean it up as his mind races. 'Well this is it. Way to go Will...'

Picking up the pieces of glass, he manages to cut himself a few times all the while as he repeatedly apologizes.

Taking action as well, you quickly place down the book somewhere and bent over to where he's at. Listening to his anxious apologies you try your best to calm him down.

"Hey, hey it's okay, it's okay..." You spoke, trying your best to soften your voice as you noticed his frantic movements.

Taking the tissue box placed on top of the table, you pick up the glass shards that were left and slowly took the ones Will gathered on his hands. As you were about to continue comforting him, Will quickly proceeded to pick up the flowers, managing to make another vase appear to place the flowers in as you decided that it may be best to help him clean up first in order to at least lessen his stress on making the place a little messy.

Once you do go back to him, he continues to apologize to you, clasping his hands together with a guilty look on his face.

Glancing at his hands, you could see something slowly starting to drip off it.

He quickly notices your gaze, and tries clasps his hands together in order to force the liquid inside. "I'm sorry..." He mutters once more.

Sighing slightly, you slowly raised your hands closer to him and once your hands held his own, his form slightly jolts, did he expect you to punch him..?

"It's okay...", you spoke in a gentle tone, trying your best to give him comfort, "It's alright... You're not in trouble. I'm not upset."

"But..." He started to speak once more, his voice becoming weak, sounding like he's about weep.

"It was an accident," you spoke, slightly ushering his thoughts. "We all make accidents..."

Warm hands together, silence slowly settles in the room, other than your heartbeat, the crackling of the fire was the only sound left. As your eyes still gazed into his own, you gently pry his hands open and guide him to the sofa.

"Let's get you cleaned up okay, stay here for a moment," quickly, you left and headed to the bathroom to look for the first-aid-kit.

Watching you leave the room, he gazes back at his injured hands that is now slowly dripping out his blood. He never really thought of this happening, he is glad you took it lighty, but there is still a slight lingering feeling you don't really mean it. As you quickly walk back to him, his thoughts get interrupted once more. Opening the kit, you start tending his wounds.

He can patch these up nice and quickly, but seeing that this does manage to make you glad, he let you patch him up.

In a delicate manner you cleaned up his wounds and managed to remove a few glass shards that broke through his skin.

Seeing you in the warm luminosity of the fireplace, he soon finds himself to slowly relax under your careful and gentle movements, perhaps... perhaps for now he'll let himself bask under your comforting light.

[charkie-ee]

team bolas rojas gas masks designs??

in THIS day and age?????

it may be more likely than you think..

this was my first time drawing a series of different gas masks, no idea if they’re accurate at all, but it was really fun!!

**notes & closeups under the cut :-D**

it’s a lot of notes so be prepared for an info dump.

NOTES:

Philza: honestly, what more is there to say than “CROW MAN!!”? aside from his goggles being glow-in-the-dark, theres not much more to the mask design. however, i decided, “hey! this is purgatory! i can fuck up these characters!” so, he has a ripped ear(?)wing and messily cut back hair. (i didn’t pay too much attention to the hair in this design, i was mainly trying to get the gas masks down, but maybe i’ll go further into later.)

Cellbit: this is definitely one of my favorites, he looks pretty scary, i would NOT stop my car if i saw him on the side of the road. its based off of a cat mask(obviously) and a painted white streak goes through his mask, inspired by his hair. i didn’t include it, but circles in the goggles are supposed to retract with different emotions (kind of how cat’s eyes do, saucer and dagger pupils.) he’s also covered in blood because he’s going through it lore wise.

Slimecicle: ngl, it was my first time drawing code charlie(other than all the wips i have that i’ll never finish),but i think he’s pretty spooky. his mask is the worst quality, like it USED to work well until he wore it out. thus, there are broken air tubes that let the gas in. (he should probably get those replaced.) the holes for his horns are kind of like an airlock, so the gas can’t enter through them (phil helped him make it.) however, it makes it difficult to take off.

Baghera: baghera’s mask is kind of built like charlie’s, except in much better quality. aside from the loose air tubes, the mask almost goes all the way around her head, not letting even the slightest bit of gas in. theres also a plastic duck beak on top of the regular breathy-thing(i have no idea what i’m doing, so, no, i don’t know the technical term for that) to give it the “bird touch.”

Jaiden: jaiden’s mask was FUN. like i kinda went overboard. i did these all on different days, and this was the night after the big egg battle day. i saw she had fnaf bonnie ears along with her bird gas mask, and said “ok cool. i’ll add that.” she has the same feather/beak thing i gave to baghera. also, hair-wise, she gets a hair bun and her brown roots showing through(we love messy haired cubitos ^^)

Foolish: foolish was interesting, not sure i like the final product, but i’m tired, so it’ll do. his mask is based off of a lemon shark. he gas glowing green eyes and golden splotches on the leather. the air tube foolish has is REALLY long. like unnaturally long. so he wraps it around his neck to get it out of the way. the other members are extremely concerned it’ll choke him one day, but foolish thinks it’s cool and will scare other teams away. kind of like a “yea, i’m crazy, i could choke and die at any minute, and i don’t care.” phil, being the protective father figure of the group, does not like this at all.

Carre: and finally, we have carre. ah, sweet, sweet carre.(he is my favorite.) his mask is based off of a snow leopard because i hc he’s half feline. carre has the lightest, and most simple mask, since it’s entirely plastic, and more so based off of skiing or snowboarding goggles.

ANYWAY, i hope these notes make sense, excuse my rambling about silly designs, i tend to doodle messily, and not really have a plan when i draw, lol.

thanks for reading, BYE!

[asmaticc]

Safe

hobie brown x fem!reader

word count - 4.0k

context - reader lives alone and goes to college, you could think Hobie goes too but that’s up to you!! She’s been knowing he’s spiderman for a while now

synopsis - hobie swings by your room after defeating some bad guys, but he’s heavily injured, and if he doesn’t get helped soon, the worst could happen. so he goes to the only person he would trust his life

or

you helping the guy who’s got you mad in love, praying for him not to die in your arms

warnings - mention of gunshot, blood, removal of a bullet, hobie is fucked up, anxiety attack

** I don’t write the different pronunciations of words in his cockney slang because I like it better to just read the word and imagine him pronouncing it, hope this doesn’t bother you <3

You were in your bed reading a book to keep your head off your thoughts. You haven’t heard of Hobie since your conversation in the morning, when he texted you he would swing by once he was done looking after the city. Something was off… he would text sometimes to check if it was still ok to hang up even if it was late, but it’s been more than 10 hours.

Maybe you were too focused on him. This isn’t the first time this happens, but since you knew you had a crush on him, you would get more anxious thinking or getting around him, and you think you hide it well (and of course you don’t).

A heavy noise outside your window knocked you off your mind. “Finally”, you thought, the star had just arrived at only… 3:56 am. Great! You’ll get to sleep at least 3 hours before going to class tomorrow, or today… But what was he doing not opening the window? (which you always left a little bit open for him to enter easily). You went to peek outside to find him lying on the fire stairs, almost passed out, so you freaked out.

“The fuck happened Hobie?” Rushing to get him up and getting him inside.

“You should see the other guy, love” He managed to smirk at you, but as you seated him on your bed, a wince replaced it.

You examined him quickly following the instructions you learned when you took some first aid classes. Then, you got to his abdomen, he was covering something with his hand, and as you look closer, you see his hand soaked in blood.

“Bee I need you to take your hand off, okay? I need you to lay down and tell me what happened, can you do that?” You were trying to keep your cool to not scare him, which was actually keeping him focused on your instructions.

“I was fighting with some of Kingpin donkeys and some idiot pulled a gun out” he hissed when you removed the cloth upon the wound. His chest was going up and down heavily, you rushed to your bathroom to get the first aid kit and some pills for the pain. He’s gonna need them.

“I don’t see the bullet has gone out” You informed. “I’m gonna need to open you and take it out, Hobie. Is that okay?” He nods and you take a scalpel, breath in and out trying to stay the most focused you can. “I’m sorry to ask you this but you need to stay still”

You open a little line right across the wound to give you more access to get the bullet. He grunts but doesn’t move, so you take the long tweezers and start to put them in. Hobie grabs your arm and looks you in the eyes, you can feel how scared he was, but him stopping you wasn’t gonna help.

“Babe I know this hurts but I gotta take it out, you have to trust me” Your eyes were starting to water, but the nickname seemed to calm him off, so he let go of his arm.

You started doing your work, trying not to do him any more harm, but you finally got the little metal. You put it in your hand watching if it was cracked, and fortunately it wasn’t.

“It’s in one piece, you can relax a little now, Bee. I’m going to clean you up and try to sew you, can you hold on a little longer for me?” You asked him while looking at his eyes, caressing his hand. A little “yeah” escaped from his lips, so you began to put alcohol on a cotton and clean him. You saw how he clenched his fists and your heart ached, you couldn’t see him like this, it was gonna rip you apart at this point.

Done with the stitches and putting a gauze, you felt how your pulse was starting to get higher and higher. “It’s okay, it’s okay” you repeat to yourself over and over again to calm you down. Hobie needed you to be strong, because who was going to take care of his crazy ass if not?

“ ’m sorry… for all of this” he said quietly.

“Please don’t say that. You know I’m here to help, and it’s not your fault, Bee” You seated next to him, handing him an ibuprofen and a glass of water. “Don’t be sorry for protecting this city, don’t be sorry for protecting the people in it, and don’t be sorry for asking for help. I know it sucks for you, but I don’t know what I would do if I ever lose you” Your voice cracked at the end, a tear running down your cheek.

You looked at him, he was pale because of all the blood he lost, you could tell he didn’t have any strength left. He was looking at you with sad eyes, not knowing what to say, so you got up and took one of his shirts and pants he left in your house for when he stayed the night.

You took off his boots, ripped shirt and suit, helping him to put on his other clothes. It was the first time you saw him like that, and it was scaring you to death, so you kept up all night watching after him, checking the bandage and his temperature constantly.

The sunrise started to show up through your window, so you closed the blinds to let Hobie rest all he needed. He’s been sleeping since you changed his clothes, passing out almost immediately. You felt your eyes burn from the unshed tears, and now from the tiredness, but you were worried something happened while you were sleeping. Your heart is still racing to be quicker by any thought of it, your head spinning around, your strength starting to fade away. You went to the kitchen to drink some cold water, but your legs had other plans, so you fell on the ground. That’s when you lost it. You grabbed your chest trying to keep your heart inside of it, sobbing as quiet as you could not to wake Hobie up. It was all blurry and your head was spinning around, so you reached the closest wall to you and sat against it, hugging your legs and burying your head between them while counting from 1 to 100, just like Hobie teached you.

You had anxiety attacks before, and Hobie was with you in almost all of them. He would count with you in a soft voice, then ask you if you could see 3 objects and describe them to him. It helped you to focus on something else, so you did the same, trying to remember his voice accompanying you.

After a while, you could get up, finally starting to recover. This time you got to the kitchen, but you splashed some water on your face to keep you focused. “What am I gonna do now?” you thought. Of course you wouldn’t go to class, so you texted your group of friends to send you everything they’ll do today and forget about it. Then, you started to prepare a quick breakfast for you, thinking to let Hobie sleep and give him something to eat once he is awake.

After eating, you went back to your room to check if he was still bleeding and change the gauze. Luckily, he was knocked out, so he didn’t wake up. “What if he has an internal bleeding?” You asked yourself, and the anxiety came back. Now you wouldn’t take your eyes off him, and so, the hours passed by.

The night was falling, and so did your eyelids. But you gotta keep watching Hobie in case he wakes up. You’ve been searching for information about what to do in this case (unfortunately, every one of them told you to go to the hospital), worried if he needed a blood transfusion or some kind of medication you didn’t have. As you didn’t find anything that could help you, you just stayed next to your bed, sitting in your chair while reading the book that you left unattended last night.

A heavy sigh took your attention and you looked at the body in your bed. Hobie was shivering. You took another ibuprofen and helped him to swallow it, which was quite difficult because he was still asleep.

Once he took it, you tucked him with the sheets and looked at him praying to whoever was listening not to take him away from you. Your hand on his cheek made him lean to it, caressing for your touch. You left a kiss on it and went to the couch to get some sleep, thinking how you got to this point. 

𓆩*𓆪

Hobie has been weird for a few months, he would barely go out with you, and every time you’d ask him what’s going on, he just said “nothing”. Was he starting to be bored of you? You’ve been best friends since forever. Of course this would have to happen one day, but it was killing you inside.

The funny part is that he was still the same when he was around. He would have his arm around you while walking, texting you with the same irradiant energy, looking out for you. But something was off. Maybe he knows you have a crush on him, that’s why he’s acting like that. Maybe that’s why you two don’t hang out that much anymore. Maybe he was pushing you out little by little to not hurt your feelings.

But you were sick of it. So you went to his house one day, determined to confront him, but to your surprise, he didn’t answer the door. Was he out? He didn’t mention he had plans. He neither had a show today. Perhaps he’ll come back soon. And you waited, and waited, and waited. You texted him a couple times asking if he was going to return soon, but there wasn’t even a blue check.

By midnight you heard a heavy noise inside his apartment, so you ring the bell furiously, thinking he’s been there all along and he was just ignoring you. Soon after, the door opened, revealing a confused Hobie who seemed like he had just ran a marathon.

“What is your goddamn problem, Hobart?” You said almost screaming at him. “You’ve been avoiding me since I-don’t-know how much time, and now you just ignore my messages? Look, if you hate me just say so. I don’t get why you just gotta keep pushing me out of your life without explai-”

“Wow wow wow, who says I hate you?” He cut you off. “Y/N, I ain’t avoiding y-”

“Of course you are!” You interrupted him as well. “We don’t hang out anymore, every time I say what’s up with you, you avoid the question. I barely see you, and when I do, it’s like you are too tired to speak to me. I’m sick of this, Hobie. Just tell me what’s wrong.” He was staring at you, his lips forming a line. Was he gonna do it? It could be risky, but you were best friends, and he got the feeling if he kept pushing you out of this, he’ll lose you forever.

Your patience had run out, your eyes started to burn. And then you saw him with a piece of cloth between his hands. The fuck was that? Is this a joke?

“I don’t know why I didn’t tell you sooner” It was Spiderman’s mask. The Spiderman that has been around for a couple of months, fighting all kinds of bad guys and all that shit. You grabbed the mask and examined it well. It was true, your best friend was Spiderman. “Look, Y/N, you have the right to be mad at me, but I don’t wanna lose ya ‘cause of this stupid thing”

“You fucking wanker” You punched him in the arm, but he didn’t even flinch.

𓆩*𓆪

Since then, you’ve been by his side. No more secrets between you two (well, only one, but you weren’t gonna tell him). You even spent more time together now that you were the only person he could trust, and that made you grow your feelings for him even more day by day. Sometimes it was so hard for you that you had to go to a different room and calm you down. If he wasn’t interested in having a partner before being spiderman, now it was gonna be impossible. You knew he had some things with other boys and girls before, but he didn’t wanna know anything about serious relationships, as far as you know (because the only thing he wanted was you). Moreover, he was a fucking runway model, a star, he could have anything he wanted. Not like if you were his type or anything… He could find something better, you two were just friends, but the way he teases you and the way he always has his hand around you was confusing you, but maybe it was just the way he is.

It’s been almost two years since that night, two years in which your heart ached stronger every time you see him. But you were alright, it’ll pass. And now it’s been two days since the incident. He hadn't woken up yet, but he was still breathing. Also, he wasn’t pale anymore, nor bleeding through the stitches, that had to be a good sign, right?

You went to his house to get some more clothes, washed his suit and fixed it for him. You gotta say you did a great job, even started to work on some new designs for it. Hobie needed something that would protect him from this to happen again. It’s not like you were going to find a vibranium suit anywhere, or a nanobot one, but you could try doing something better. At this point, your eyebags had eyebags, but you’ll get more rest once you have finished.

“Y/N?” You heard a husky voice calling you. 

“Well, well, well, how’s the sleeping beauty?” you said walking to your bed, hiding your worry and trying to play it cool. “You’ve been out for two days, you git”. He tried to get up, but hissed in pain when he sat up in bed. “Easy on that, I don’t want to stitch you up again” you smiled softly as his eyes fell on you.

“You look like shit” he laughed a little. That was a good sign.

“Look who’s talking! By the way, this is the face of someone that has been taking care of your ass non-stop” You chuckled as you ignored your heart racing.

“Quit the shit show Y/N. You’ve been awake for two days? Where did you sleep?” He said seriously. Now he was upset, not with you but himself. He shouldn’t have gone to you, he just made things worse.

“Of course not, but I haven’t slept much either. And the couch is quite comfortable” You said quietly. “I was afraid you could get worse, so I had to watch out for you in the meantime” that’s it, you were breaking again. You were playing with your fingers, looking away from Hobie.

“I’m sorry I put you through all of this, it was stupid not going to the hospital in the first place” His voice was low, you could feel he was blaming himself. “I’m sorry, love” he said one last time, tears invading his eyes. He didn’t know if it was because he almost died, or because he almost died on you. He didn’t want to keep pushing you through this, knowing it was hurting you more than himself.

“Bee, you know I chose to be here” you said, cleaning the tears that escaped from his eyes. “I chose to help you, and I still choose to do it” you held his hand, drawing circles on his palm to calm him down, he had always liked it. “Besides, how could you go to the hospital in your suit? Someone must have thrown a punch in your head because what you’re saying doesn’t even make sense” you two grin at your joke. “And I know nobody is going to care for you as much as me… I couldn’t leave you in the hands of a stranger” You analyzed his face, eyes a little bit red, his cheekbones were more notorious, lips parted already healed from a small wound he had, but still as handsome as ever. You could melt right there.

“You’ right on that, doll” he smirked and sobbed a little. “No one’s as good as my girl” Boom, that heartache again. You threw a weak smile at him and got up.

“Don’t move, I’m gonna… get some new patches, be right back” you said leaving the room quickly without seeing his face. He was perplexed, what had he done now? 

Got to the bathroom and searched for the things. Once you got them, you sat on the toilet, hand on your chest, breathing in and out. “Fuck” was the only thing you could think. Your pulse slowed a little, so you headed back to your room.

“Everything okay up there?” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, just remembered I gotta change this” you said nervously while lifting his shirt to uncover the gauze that hid his wound. You carefully took the bandage off with one hand, while the other was drawing circles around Hobie’s waist. You didn’t want to hurt him, so you tried to do something to relax him. “Looks like in two or three days I’ll be able to remove the stitches… if you stay still and stop spider-ing for a while” you were dead serious, and he could tell by the look on your face.

“How could I go when I have you all for me now?” he said teasingly, but meaning every word of it.

“Wanna have breakfast?” You said, avoiding the previous sentence and throwing the old bandages to the bin (that was full of them, maybe you should take the trash). His side smile gave you the affirmation you were looking for, so you headed to the kitchen and started to make some toasts and coffee. “Are you sure you should be drinking coffee after almost dying?” you said a little loud for him to hear you from the bed. Seconds after, you felt two arms rounding your waist and a heavy weight on your back. He hid his face on your neck and you could feel how you were getting red, your pulse raging and your body starting to shake on his touch. “What are you doing, Bee?” is the only thing you could say.

“Did you call me babe?” You were paralyzed, you did in fact call him babe two days ago, but that was because you needed him to relax, yeah, that’s it. “You gonna answer me?”

“I needed you to calm down, and you did, so it worked. Why you ask?” neutral tone, very well managed.

“Keep doing it, I like it” he pushed his face more into your neck where he left a peck, his arms hugged you stronger.

“C’mon Hobie, let’s eat something. Get off me… please” That please was more to yourself, asking you to keep focused on serving the coffee than anything else, you were still shaking. “It’s gonna get cold, babe” please, please, please get away.

And he let you go, now an emptiness invading your body. You need him right back, it’s like you are going to fall if he’s not grabbing you. A small sigh left your lips, could be because of the lack of his touch or the relief that you felt now that he couldn’t feel you shaking on his arms.

You placed the dishes on the lunch table, watching him sit slowly on the chair. “At least he can walk”. You ate in silence, checking up on him if he had any trouble but seemed fine. Right when you two were done, you took the plates and started washing them, couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

“By the way, I went to your place and got you some things, if you need to change” your voice was low, it trembled in your chest. “Probably should take a shower, everything is on my desk” you heard him get up and go away. It wasn’t long after you heard the bathroom door close and the water run. You knocked the door and said “Hobie, if you need help just call me, I’m right outside” and waited for him to finish.

It has been like 30 minutes when you heard the bathroom door again and watched how a half-naked Hobie went into your room. He had his shirt off, wearing the joggers you picked for him. Goddamn he’s hot you thought, gawking at him.

“Can you… help me with this?” he pointed to his wound. You took more Betadine and cotton, passing it through it. It still hurt, his chest was up and down, but little did you know it was because of your touch, electrifying his skin with your soft hands. He lifted your chin up, now a hand resting on your cheek. “Thanks” he said lowly, you couldn’t escape from his eyes. His heart was rushing, just as yours, he needed to say it, it was killing him slowly. He’s been in love with you since forever, couldn’t get you out of his head, even when making out with other people. It was like a parasite that controlled both his heart and his mind. He thinks you are scared of him, and he can’t keep going on with this. So he started to get closer to your lips, but you stepped off.

“A-All done” you mumbled, collecting the things and putting them away on your desk, turning your back on him. You watched your hands tremble. “You gotta see this, I’ve been thinking of making you a new suit, y’know… so a bullet doesn’t have to get to you again” you laughed nervously, your voice is shaking.

“Fuck off Y/N” you squeezed your eyes. He took your arm and lured you back at him. Chest to chest, now looking up at him. He had an unknown look to you. “I really can’t take this anymore” now his hands trapped your waist against him, there was no escape. Why is he doing this? It was like he bit you with his venom and now you were his prey, completely paralyzed watching him getting closer to eat you.

“Hobie, pleas-” you were interrupted by a kiss. His lips on yours, moving slowly. You responded seconds after you realized what was going on, grabbing his neck and pulling him even closer. He cut the kiss as he was running out of air, you couldn’t think straight anymore. “You…?”

“I do” he knew exactly what you meant. You melted on his touch while your eyes cristalyzed. Then, he grew concerned “What’s wrong, love? Have I done something wrong?” asked while caressing your waist, drawing circles with his fingers to relax you.

“It’s just… I’m afraid to lose you” you sobbed “I was afraid of losing you as a friend before, goddamn Hobie you almost died in my arms. And now I’m afraid I do something stupid and fuck this up” you said looking away, but he pulled your face up for you to see him directly, running his thumb through your cheek to clean your tears.

“That’s not gonna happen, love”

“But what if-”

“I said no. I’m not planning on dying any sooner, and I assure you you’re not gonna get rid of me that easily” he pecked your lips. “Do you understand?” another peck, his eyes were analyzing yours, looking for an honest answer.

“ ‘kay” you agreed, putting your hand on top of his, leaning on his touch. “But I’m dead serious about the suit, I mean I fixed it but I won’t have you going through London unprotected like that” you frowned as your other hand caressed the side of his waist where the wound was.

“Whatever you say, love” he leaned back to properly kiss you, smiling with the touch of your lips. 

This was a dream I had and I thought I should write it hehe :]

Since it’s my first time writing smth like this in English I would love to see if you have any suggestions to improve my writing!! Thanks for reading <33

Other works !!

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A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 4

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: Here's the first of the completely new chapters. I hope you enjoy. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist.

A Sweet Mishap Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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I wake up to the deliberately annoying sound of my alarm blaring from my bedside. I look out at the still-dark skyline outside and slide off the alarm before checking my notifications. A smile instantly replaces my sleepy scowl as I read the messages that filtered in overnight.

I know it’s late, but I’m wired from sleeping on the flight… even though it was only three hours. I know I should be better at this flying thing with how much I travel for work but I guess I never learn Also…I could get used to you colliding with me 😉 God that was too cheesy, I’m sorry, forget I said anything, I blame the jetlag! I need to stop before I permanently scare you away if it’s not already too late. Good night

I smile at his dorkiness before dragging myself out of bed. As much as I’d love nothing more than to message him back now and text all day, my shift starts in an hour and I need to get ready first. I force myself through the motions of showering, donning my uniform, eating a light breakfast, and brushing my hair and teeth before slipping out the door. The sun is just beginning to rise overhead as I stroll through the quiet streets. As much as I’m not a morning person, I do enjoy this little slice of quiet before the rush of the day.

Once I get to the cafe, I greet the baker who is finalising the baked goods for the day. I help him stock the fridges, leaving the tray of burnt muffins on the bench in the kitchen as per his instructions and then open the store.

With the Christmas rush still in full swing, the morning passes quickly but leaves me exhausted. Once I finally get a break I take one of the slightly burned and therefore, unsaleable candy cane muffins and a bottle of water and sit at a small table out the back of the cafe. I pull out my cracked phone and finally allow myself to reply.

I sell festive drinks & snacks to people who haven’t yet had their morning coffee - It’s gonna take more than a jet lag-induced comment to scare me away Watching you behead someone on TV though, that was rough You sure I can trust you? I promise I’d never hurt you, that is unless I catch you draining someone of their blood Wait! Are you working? I didn’t mean to disturb you Not at the moment I can chat for a bit So, you promise you won’t drink anyone? I get queasy when someone cuts their finger, so no chance My show’s probably not for you then The eye candy’s worth it But I also live alone, so horror is generally a no-go That’s ok. As I said, it’s more interesting to me that you’re not a fan There are no expectations to live up to But eye candy, eh? I don’t know about Dean but there was the vamp was pretty sexy Till he lost his head anyway Oh…🥺 Nah, Dean’s alright too… Though I do think he’s the most scary. I don’t think he would take kindly to wearing a cup of hot chocolate Probably not But he’d find you charming He’d probably use it as an excuse to try and get your number He’d have more confidence than shyly writing his number on a coaster and hoping the pretty girl makes the next move You think I’m pretty? You don’t need to try and flatter me You’ve only seen me when I’m exhausted and covered in rotting milk If you’d seen me on a day when I’d actually put in some effort then maybe I’d believe you Then maybe one day I’ll have to give you a reason to dress up for me Take you on a real date You plan on coming back to New York? It’s not in my schedule yet But maybe in the new year Unless I can tempt you to come to Texas? I live in a single-bedroom apartment in downtown New York And I work in a cafe I can’t afford airfares and hotel accommodations in Texas at Christmas! How about if it was all-expenses-paid? Jensen…

Just as I’m typing a reply my colleague bursts through the backdoor. I check the time and realise it’s been over ten minutes since I came outside. I quickly type out a halfhearted excuse and shut off my phone before scurrying back inside.

Sorry, my break’s over. I gotta get back to work. Talk later

Despite going through the motions; making coffees, heating muffins, and delivering orders, my mind continues to wander back to Jensen’s offer and my lack of response. We barely know each other, how could I let him pay for a holiday in Texas? While a holiday sounds like heaven after working my ass off all year, I refuse to let it be at someone else’s expense, even if that person is a successful and wealthy actor. I refuse to be seen as a gold digger, even in my own eyes. Also, I can’t stand the thought of him finding out my true passion and then accusing me of using him to get a leg up in the industry. By the end of my shift, I decide to come clean about everything.

Back in my apartment, I shower again and change into comfy clothes before collapsing on the couch. I switch on the TV, not caring what’s on, just looking for a little comforting background noise. The random Doctor Phill reruns don’t take long to lull me to sleep.

The continual vibrating of my phone on the coffee table drags me back to the land of the living. I rub my eyes to wake myself up and check who’s blowing up my phone.

I’m sorry if I came on too strong I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable You’re right, we barely know each other I promise I’m gonna stop making stupid comments and just give you space I’m sorry again

I mull over the messages for a few minutes and type and delete multiple replies before mustering up all the courage I can and giving in and pressing the call button instead. I listen to the dial tone for a few rings before he finally picks up. Wanting to smooth things over before he jumps in all apologetically I rush to speak first as soon as the call connects.

“Look, I know we’re texting people, not calling people. But this conversation needed to be had like this.”

“Are you telling me to lose your number? Because I will if that’s what you want.”

“No. I just think we’ve been living in some fantasy, and maybe you’re used to that since you’re an actor. But here in New York, no matter how badly I want to be a performer, I have to live in the real world. Any handouts I take, and any relationships I make will be used against me.”

“A holiday is not a handout. But wait, you want to be a performer?”

“During the year, I took acting and singing classes. I also auditioned for roles on Broadway. But obviously, I didn’t get any of the roles. But I swear, I didn’t recognise you when we met the other day. And I don’t intend to use you to get a role. I’m not a gold digger. I want to do this myself,” I ramble, hoping he believes me.

“Hey, I’m not accusing you of anything. I believe you. I’ve met people who are just trying to use me, I know the signs. So unless you’re a much better actress than I’m giving you credit for..?”

“None of this has been acting. I promise.”

“I believe you.” I hear knocking and someone calling out from the other end of the line. “I’m so sorry. They’re ready for me. I've got to go do soundcheck. Can I call you back later?”

“Soundcheck? Yeah, yeah. That’s fine. Bye, Jensen.”

“I’ll call you and explain later…or maybe tomorrow…I promise I’ll call you!”

The line falls silent and I sigh. I drag myself off the couch to make a sandwich. Just as I sit down to eat it my phone starts buzzing again. I glance at the caller ID and answer it with a smile.

“Hey, Stella!” I greet my best friend happily.

“Hey, Bestie! We still on for tonight?”

“Tonight?”

“You promised you’d help me with my wedding! I’m getting married in three weeks and there’s still so much to do!”

“Oh yeah! Of course! I can be there in say 30?”

“You’re the best, Bestie!”

“I know! See you soon!”

I hang up and finish eating my sandwich, clean up, throw on some warmer clothes and head out to catch the subway.

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Taglist: @stoneyggirl2 @hobby27

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

RAGHH!! Ok l lost it. I need nikolai content can l request a one shot with him taking every chance to ask the reader on a date? Like: imagine you are doing paper work BOOM he is there asking you out as a joke like that l’ll continue to losing it‼️‼️

Lost it

Oneshot: Where Nikolai doesn't take you as a joke, but do take you out on a date. Nikolai x Reader Masterlist Your wish is my command Nikolai simp anon, hope you find this post as always.

"Nikolai, give it back I know you stole it"

"I don't steal. I steal time. I steal innocence. I steal the joy on people's faces. And most of all, I steal lives and the possibility of a brighter future!" Nikolai chucked, as he started to play with the book you owned.

You were peacefully reading a book after finishing up the task assigned to you, thinking that you could have a 'me' time

but alas, where there is free time, there is him smirking casually , swaying away his hands over yours, and in the heat of moment you book is gone.

"Enough with the confused talk Gogol, hand me the book" You stated, as you streached your hands outwards to take away the book from him.

"Nah-uh, you always spend time on paperwork by Fyodor, and here you are owning such a free time, you choose to spend it read a book over me?" Nokolai stated dramatically, as he disappeared the book inside his cape.

"WAIT NO-"

Nikolai could only give off an innocent smile.

"You why?" You said as you tried to throw some punches at him. Sadly he wasn't ready to give up just yet.

"GIVE IT TO MEEE" You weakly battle cried, as you tried to punch him despite the fact you were worn out from everything by now.

"Well maybe if...."

"Fine Fine, what is it?"

And most of the time he made sure your eyes, soul and attention always was on his to which he went to every extend an abnormal ability user could do.

You free? Lets disturb you <3

You are growing flowers? Lets make sure they are replaced with fresh ones from the nursery, I mean why grow them?

You are talking to anyone other then him? The audiency! He makes sure the shoes are untied and that their car is set in reverse gear.

"Gogal! You cant just scare away my clients!!" "But Y/NNNNN its not my fault that they are taking more time to leave then usualll"

"Nikolai Gogol, where the hell are you taking me?" You said, as you walked in front of him, his hands over you eyes as the world in front of you was dark.

"Ah-uh, now we don't want to ruin the fun do we?" He replied back, his face just beside your ear, as his breath could be felt on your face. The distance between you two was close and you swore, if Fyodor saw this state, He would be the first one to laugh off.

Slowly, his hands went back to his sides, as you opened you eyes wide, staring at the sight. It was breathtaking except

you both were on an edge of a cliff.

"Nikolai- where?" You said, as you held onto the man now, the fear of falling down scared you. If you ever wanted to die, you rather not die from heights.

"Isnt it pretty Y/NNNN?" he says, as he helds you close, his arms around your body secured, even if there was no sense of security because you both could fall off any minute.

"IT Is but- Can we just go somewhere else?"

"Awww I thought you liked the view?"

"Yea well I would if we just back away a little" You said, as both of you backed away, the sight still in view as the sun settled down.

"Y/N-"

"Look!" You suddenly pointed at the land far away excitedly, as he followed his eyes towards where you pointed out, "I DIDNT KNOW WE HAD AN AMUSEMENT PARK!?"

"Wellll RIDDLE ME!" He shouted, as he spun around, laughing meniacly asking "Do Ms Y/N Perhaps wanna visit it?"

"Could me?"

"Only if you want"

You laughed a little at his response, his goofiness over the place as you half ran towards him and hugged him, only for him to spin you around until dizziness caught the best of you and you fell onto the ground.

"So Y/N, wanna check it out?"

"Is that a date Nikolai?" you playfully asked.

"Yes"

Oh how that word make you feel butterflies and bees in stomach.

[writing-house-of-m]

Don't Leave

Natasha x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Mention of death

Word count: 2069

Summary: Natasha comes back injured from a mission and you can't take it anymore.

A/N: This is from a prompt sent in which you can find here. Thank you to @alexia-redacted for reading it through to find my typos haha

T/N: мой маленький русский = my little Russian

"You can't do things like that Nat!"

You had been at it for the past 5 minutes. Pacing the same route. "Anything could have happened, and don't give me that bullshit 'you were in control' because anything from that building could have fallen and trapped you."

You loved her and admired her skills out on the field but she still needed to be careful. You knew you were overreacting but you were scared. You were scared and didn't know what to do other than shout out your frustrations.

Originally, when Natasha saw where this was going, she was going to stop you. Instead she allowed you to voice your thoughts while she took a seat on the edge of your shared bed.

She could see you were coming from a place of care and would rather you say it aloud instead of keeping it in. But it's part of the job. You both know this.

You were getting more and more like this after Natasha would show up injured.

Her impulse to jump back into a burning building wasn't unwarranted. She saved someone from meeting their end.

It's her job at the end of the day. And she knew you would have done the same.

Your voice lowered as you came to a standstill and looked at her, "Nat, I can't-" She meets your eyes and can see your glazed over look.

Natasha knew she would be in tears too if this was the other way round. She's never cared for anyone the way she cares about you.

She stands, making her way to you, "Y/n, you know what it's like out there. Split second decisions," She reaches for your hand to stop you from biting your nails.

You know exactly what Nat is talking about, being in that position is something you've done countless times. You look down at your joined hands and wrap your fingers around her wrist just to feel her pulse.

She's still here.

She's still here, because she's good at her job.

Natasha continues. "That adrenaline rush. You get caught up in the moment because it's what we do. It's the right thing to do."

She brings one of her hands up, running her fingers through your hair, in an attempt to calm you down.

You close your eyes and whisper, "I know. It's just," you take a breath, "I'm scared of losing you." You sniffle, a tear falls as you continue speaking your thoughts. "When I saw you get off the jet all battered and bruised and finding out about you going back into the building. I-"

You let out a sob, stopping you from voicing your deepest fear. Moving both her hands to your face she gets you to look at her as her thumbs rub over your cheeks. She wipes away your tears but they're quickly replaced by more.

She pulls you in and holds your head to her chest letting you ride this wave. You both stand there for long minutes, Nat telling you 'it's ok' and to 'let it all out' while her shirt gets soaked with your tears.

When you're able to speak again, your next words break her heart, "I can't lose you too."

She knows all about your loss and how hard it's been for you to open up to love someone again. It was common ground the two of you shared when you became friends which has blossomed into this. This love you have for each other.

You pull back to look her in the eye when you say your next words, "Maybe, after all this time, I'm not cut out for this. I don't know if I can keep doing this, baby." You furrow your brows and continue. "Where does it end? With one of us in the ground?"

The redhead is surprised by your candor, you both knew it was a possibility but neither of you have said it aloud before. Natasha says the first thing to come to mind, "Y/n, it's not going to end like that."

"You can't promise that and you know it." You say as you pull away and move to the other side of your shared room. Natasha knew you wouldn't go for it. But you were slipping through her fingers.

"Y/n/n, this is what we signed up for." She makes her way over to you, "Maybe we should take a break from all of this. Go somewhere for a little while." She says hopefully, "Just the two of us." She's desperate, she doesn't want to lose you. She can't.

You wipe your hands over your face then stare at the ground as Natasha puts her hand to your shoulder to get you to face her. You appreciate her trying but it won't be enough. You know it.

You know what you need to do and you hate it but it's for the best.

You finally turn around and look at her with red rimmed eyes.

"Natasha, I can't do this." More of your tears fall.

She wants to reach out to you.

She wants to tell you everything will be ok.

She wants to tell you that she'll always return to you.

But she knows it's not something she can guarantee.

You both have always known the harsh reality of your jobs. The only difference is that Natasha was raised in this field. It had been the only thing she had known for a long time.

Until she met you.

You, on the other hand, chose this. And you can just as easily choose to leave.

But leaving Natasha?

It will be the hardest thing you've ever done.

Natasha doesn't want this to end, she loves you with everything she has. She's never felt like this about anyone before.

Finally, the moment sinks in. The feeling is overwhelming. Knowing she was about to lose the only person she's ever loved. The only person that has ever loved her.

Tears build in her eyes. It's now your turn to console her.

You brush away her tears and press a kiss to her lips. Fully. Softly.

You pull away but only slightly, "I'm so sorry, мой маленький русский." You say as your lips graze hers.

You wrap your arms around each other taking in this moment of her body pressed against yours.

Natasha needs to make sure this is real. She needs to know this is actually happening and asks, "So, this is it then?" She speaks against your shoulder.

"I guess so, yeah." You whisper sadly.

…

When morning arrives, you quietly pack a small bag of necessities. You can collect the rest of your things another time.

Natasha was still asleep, exhausted after returning from her mission and from your final words the previous night.

The redhead insisted you stay the night. Who would you be if you didn't give her this final wish?

Once you're done, you kiss her on the forehead, whisper "I love you," and take your leave.

If she was awake you wouldn't have been able to say goodbye.

As you try to leave the compound a voice catches your attention from behind you, "Y/n? Where are you going so early?" You can hear the confusion in his voice, "I didn't have you on any overnight missions." He says noticing your bag.

When you turn around, he sees your swollen eyes. "What happened?" His worry was clear in his voice. He would always worry about you, he saw you as his own family.

"I'm done Steve." You say sadly, "I've already sent my notice to Hill. If she hasn't already, she should see it soon."

He understands. You've spoken to him about your worries before, so he has to ask, "What about Nat?"

You can't help the tears that well up. "We spoke last night." A sad smile on your lips. "She's still asleep." You wipe a tear that is slowly making its way down your cheek.

Like you hadn't cried enough already.

He walks with you as you begin your final steps out of this place you've called home for the last six years. Four of them were by Natasha's side.

Steve tries to keep you talking, keeping the conversation light. Eventually he asks 'What's in store for your future?' It's at this moment you realise you have no idea. You always saw your future with the love of your life. But now…

"I guess I have time to figure that out." You say turning towards him.

When you make it to your car, you thank Steve for everything he's done for you. For who he has been to you.

You hug him, taking in the feeling of his muscular arms around you. You're glad he caught you leaving.

Just as the two of you separate you hear rushed footsteps getting closer.

When the figure is revealed your heart breaks all over again.

You know you can't say goodbye to her.

…

When Natasha awoke all she could think about was you.

How she didn't know how to truly live, until she met:

You.

You taught her there was more to life than a job. This job. Without you, there was nothing to look forward to.

The one constant in her life was you.

…

She slowly makes her way over, "Nat, please don't make this harder than it already is."

You were all she could remember over these past four years.

"Y/n, please don't leave."

You were all she could see in her future.

"We've already spoken about this."

You were standing here, in front of her right now.

"I can't let you leave,"

And she'll be damned if she let you go.

"Nat-"

She interrupts you before you can continue, "I can't let you leave," when she reaches you she can see the tears swimming in your eyes.

She takes in every detail of your face that she has memorised and the way you look right now. The lines between your eyebrows because of the sad look on your face. The way your nostrils flare because you're sick of crying and you want the tears to stop. The way your eyes look lighter in this morning light.

You're about to speak again but she's not done.

"Detkha, I can't let you leave," this time she finally finishes her sentence - "not without me."

You look at her bewildered.

This job has been everything to her. You never wanted her to have to choose between you and it. So you made the tough call of leaving.

"But Nat, what about all of this?" You say, talking about the Avengers and all the work she has put in over the years. More years than she has known you.

She lets out a breathy laugh. As her eyes glaze over, "It's nothing. All of it means nothing." She pulls you to her, "But you. You are everything to me and I am not letting you go."

With her final words she pulls you in for a heated kiss. Desperation clear from both of you as she wraps her arms around your neck and yours go to her waist. Pulling her impossibily close.

You hear a clearing of a throat. As you look over to Steve, remembering you had a one-man audience.

You and Natasha smile at each other and then at the man scratching the back of his head.

"So I guess we're losing two of you today, huh?" He puts his hands on his waist and drops his head. "Losing the two people I had on my side. Tony's going to love this." He says as he walks away leaving the two of you wrapped up in each other. Wide smiles on both of your faces.

You have no words for how happy you are so you do the only thing you can think of and kiss her. You pour everything you have into the kiss. It's a promise of being together today, tomorrow and every day after that.

When you break the kiss, you rest your forehead against hers. "You really waited until the last second didn't you, мой маленький русский?"

"Maybe I hit my head a little too hard on that mission." She jokes and you both laugh.

She whispers her next words as if they're a secret for you and only you,

"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

[juneaulime]

Zombie!König x FEM!Reader

Pairing: Zombie!König x FEM!Reader

Tags: Primal König, Choking, Biting, Blood, Rough Sex, Not Beta Read.

Notes: Little German like Schatz and stuff, but nothing much, I'm not going to Google translate and get badly translated phrase. I'll spare the cringe for the Germans reader. Anyway, enjoy, I tried my best.

P.S. I still don't know how male anatomy work, lmao.

König turned into a zombie. Y/n found out and decided to hide it from the other members of KorTac. But, she couldn't hide him forever, so she told them. She told them everything and to trust her. Since then, König's been under her care. He began speaking again, though in a very broken English, he also started eating "normal" food, like snacks and processed meat, he still struggled with vegetable and cooked meat. But, he was good enough to be left alone for long times. So, y/n left for a mission that lasted 4 month. She thought it would be no big deal.

She came home, unusually dark and cold. She smelled König's scent, the scent of rotten meat mixed with soap. Weird combination but tollerable. She took off her gear and shoes, putting her backpack on the sofa. "König?" She calls out, then she hears big stomps, like he's dashing here. She chuckles and then turn around to face König, something about him looked primal. His eyes were blown wide and his breath was erratic. "Me... You... Sex" what? She looks at König confused "What- König, what do you mean by-" before she could finish her phrase König takes her wrist and pins her down on to the sofa, restricting her with his massive body, and a very noticeable bulge in his pants.

"Schatz... Sex... Now!" His to e was different from the first time, this time he sounded... Primal, and... Commanding. She puts a hand on his chest as a way to symbolize that she was not up to it. "König, listen. We can't... You'll break me." Her voice trembled when she said "break me", but as soon those words left her mouth something snapped in König, his grip tightened on her wrist and he was drooling now and growling. "Y/n... Please... Sex?" He said now begging and rubbing his erection on her stomach, she swallows her spit and gives up. She caresses his masked face "Okay... Fine. You win. Try to be nice, ok?" He nods excitedly. He takes off her shirt and pants, struggles with her bra which she helps him out with it.

There she was, laid bare and naked in front of König. He takes off his mask and tries to kiss her, but due to the lack of his lips he struggles a bit, but she understood and guides his mouth open and intertwine their tongues. He felt cold, compared to her she was warm, he could still feel it a bit on his fingertips. He traces her spine and trails down to her neck and collarbone, leaving small kisses and licks. He stops and looks at her with pleading eyes, she nods and he opens his mouth and bites her neck. She lets out a pained moan, which scares König for a minute, he looks back up, and she just nods again. He holds her hand, and rips his pants off of him, he lines up against her wet pussy. He looks up one last time and she nods again, maybe for the last time.

He takes a deep breath and pushes himself inside of her, immediately a wave of heat against his dick and the wetness, he let's out a satisfied groan. The caresses her face and starts moving with a steady pace. Little by little he gets faster and faster then he hits her cervix. She let's out a loud moan and her eyes rolling back into her skull. Her mouth hanged open and she breath was short and erratic. She looks up and sees that König was now lost, his reason was now gone, replaced by his primal instinct of sex. He let's go of her hand and puts it around her neck choking her lightly and starts fucking into her. He kept moving his hips and groaning and she kept moaning and pleading uselessly to König to slow down, but he won't listen. His grip tightens on her neck choking her completely, she cries out and squirts all over him. He let's out a satisfied laughter, and let's go of her neck and pulls her up against him. He holds her and kisses his neck and bites her, she yelps. With that he starts moving again, this time he felt even deeper inside of her, their moans and groans could've been heard all over the house. After God knows how long she feels König emptying inside of her, he pulls out and immediately positions y/n's face against his still hard member now covered in his and her cum. She doesn't think twice and give it a lick and takes it into her hand giving him a couple of pumps, she kisses his base and balls and goes up to the head swallowing whole. He groans and cums in her mouth pushing her even deeper onto his dick.

After he was done she lays there her mind fucked out of her and he looks at her, both ends filled with him.

He picks her up in bridal style and takes their clothes to the laundry.

He tosses their clothes in the washer and opens the door to the bath. He turns on the hot water and adds some bath salt.

He carefully washes her and after soaping her up and washing her up, he gets into the bath with her in his arms. She slowly blinks her eyes open and looks at him, they make eye contact and smile. She lays her head back on to his shoulder, falling asleep once again.

The End.

End note: Aahdhdbdbdhd hope y'all liked it!!! I tried my best!! Byee

[uranianshivers]

Hi! I've got a NSFW request.

Could I request Malleus overstimulating his fem!s/o?

Hello, I hope you like this, sorry for the waiting tho!

Warnings: n/sfw, afab!reader, overstimulation, double dick, double prenetation, oral (male and female receiving), praising (?), anal sex (?).

Notes: I didn't understand if you wanted hcs or an one-shot so I decided to make a one-shot, if you wanted hcs I'm sorry, feel free to ask me for them.

It was a cloudly night at Diasomnia, it was cold, inviting the students to hide under their blankest to not froze, and even with the weather like that you and your boyfriend decided to do more than just sleep and cuddle, you layed in Malleus' bed with your vision obstructed by a handkerchief in your eyes while he looked at you with a sly smile, pushing the vibrator more deep into your anus, he wasn't a really big fan of toys but he wanted to try something new "you look so pretty like this" Malleus purred in your ear while shaky moans got off of your mouth "what a heavenly sound, let's see how many more of that ones you made with this" you didn't see anything but you know what is happening, the sound of the pants falling maked it obvious, Malleus saw his two lenghts wondering if the two of it could fit in your pussy, well, he had to try at least "this maybe will hurt a little, ok darling?" he said to calm you but it actually scared you, you knowed that faes feel pain differently, a punch of a profesional boxxer could be like the touch of a feater probably. Your mind was interrupted when you feeled the lips of Malleus kissing you pasionately to the point you almost forgot what was about to happend, a scream begged for you to stop the kissing the moment the two cocks of your boyfriend got inside of you, making your walls wide at the same time that tighting because of the repentinity of the action. Malleus keeped kissing you, making you calm down a little "it's fine my treasure, you're doing okay" Malleus said between soft moans when he saw you more calmed down, Malleus started to move a little, looking directly at your face as he thrusted into you, he didn't even realize the moment marks of bites started to show in your body and the rough way his dicks were thrusting into you, moans started to make louder everytime and he didn't even care if others heared at this point, so loss in the moment he didn't even remembered when the vibrator was broked, being replaced with one of his cocks "Mal-" you didn't even finish saying his name when the feeling of your first orgasm of the night hitted you, making your back arch and aswell your body was going through that your boyfriend find climax no so long after, you were exausted and hoped to a break "Well, that was good, I think we should go to rest now" you said that while taking the handkerchief off of your eyes "no" Malleus said firmly and you looked at him confused "this hasn't ended yet" and with that he layed you in the bed again, still confused eyes in your face changing fastly to surprise ones when you felt Malleus' tongue in your clit, soft moans leaving your mouth at the feel of your boyfriend twirling his tongue and licking all your down parts as well as the mix of his and your cum, it feeled heavenly, Malleus kissed your clit and with that you cummed again, you were sensitive thanks of the two times you cummed, Begging that he stopped but he didn't, he get out of the bed to search something while you were breathing heavy and when he returned he putted a tiny vibrator inside of you without asking, the moans that were filling the room again were stoped in one moment by Malleus, inserting one of his leaking dicks inside of your mouth while the other rested in your cheek leaving precum tint it "suck" was the only thing he said and with no waiting you started to suck him off, the vibrations maked you have moans and making at the same time that Malleus' cock twitch inside of your mounth because of that, he started to move, the other dick that wasn't in your mouth rubbing in the surface of your cheek, all the situation making you cum again.

You were laying in bed with your boyfriend sleep at your side, you barely remember somethings that happened, like the moment you started to rub your cunt in his thigh or when he fingered you as well he kissed you, your muscles were in fire, you guessed you really needed a longer rest and with that you falled aesleep again in your lover's arms.

[fingertipsfingertipsfingertiiips]

Working as a grocery store pick-up shopper during the height of the pandemic was.... I'm still not recovered, I think. I would like to rant a wee bit here. It's my tumblr and I'll do as I wish with it.

I worked for Kroger at the time, and if you know anything about it, at the time Kroger was the last grocery company to add Covid pay and the first to take it away. For (I think) two months, I had an extra dollar added to my $10.50/hr paycheck. Then they started cutting hours so they wouldn't have to pay for our insurance. All the while, I had people aggressively coughing on me because I was wearing a mask. I had a grown man throw a can of yams at my head because we were out of the name brand yams he wanted. A man raised his fist to threaten me over cans of Pepsi, we didn't have any because of an aluminum shortage. Someone's grandmother slapped me because of toilet paper. One of my coworkers got in a fight with a customer because of jalapeños.

When coworkers started dropping from Covid, the rest of us had to pick up the slack. At one point, 14 out of our 18 person department were out for weeks. I worked 16 hour shifts for some of the rudest and most ungrateful customers I've ever seen in 12+ years of retail experience.

In the summer of 2020, they shut off the water fountains. My direct manager got us a big pack of water and put it in the back of the order fridge for us. Some of us were running orders out to cars in 100F+ heat, so we put some of the bottles in the freezers, too. Upper management saw these waters as some kind personal insult and threw them away, threatening us all with writeups and even firings if we were caught with personal water bottles on the sales floor. OSHA was called and they put a stop to that bullshit, but not before one of my elderly coworkers collapsed from heat and dehydration.

At one point, my cool manager got promoted to store manager, and our department got an outside hire to replace her. This woman is easily one of the worst people I have ever worked with. She was rude, she would micromanage, she would bully the differently abled. She would fat shame, was racist and homophobic, and generally aggressive to other women. One time, I was helping a coworker prep an order to go out. We were chatting about death in the Victorian era, a special interest of mine. I got excited and maybe I started rambling when my bitch manager yelled at me to "shut the fuck up, you're being annoying." I told her to fuck off, and we were pulled into a meeting about it, but ultimately nothing happened to her. I refused to sign the writeup that came to me later.

Due to this manager's negligence, I fell and chipped a tailbone in February 2021. She was supposed to salt the walkway that leads from our department to the customer pick-up area. At 5:30 that morning, as she was yelling at her staff (myself included), she didn't notice that I was sprawled out in the parking lot, having slipped on black ice. I would have hit my head as well, had I not been wearing my hair in a low bun. The bun acted as an airbag. I landed pretty hard, and I think it scared the customer. He got out of his truck and shuffled over to me to help me up. He even tipped me $10, which was super nice. I limped back in, and before I could say anything, bitch manager yelled at me for taking to long, shoved an order cart at me and barked at me to do the next one. I told her I fell, probably too quietly because I was hurting. She ignored me so I yelled it. She stopped to look at me, registered what I said, and then it dawned on her to ask if I was OK. I filled out an IR and a worker's comp claim. I did the drug screening, later that day I had an xray. I chipped a tailbone. They gave me 2 weeks off, I think it was paid but it's hard to remember because the doctor gave me codeine. One morning I'm laying on the floor on a yoga mat and bitch manager calls me. She doesn't ask me how I'm doing, she wants to know if I can cover a shift. I tell her no, hang up and then send her a picture of my black and blue ass crack. I should have sued Kroger. Sometimes I wonder if I still could. I still have back pain. I still struggle with some yoga poses or sitting on certain chairs.

The final straw seems so small in retrospect. I had endured so much while working for kroger for 8 years. Bitch manager was causing me such anxiety that I had to change my meds to deal with her. I was getting the produce for an order. The system timed you, the goal was to take less than 20 seconds for each item scanned in to the cart. I had grabbed some tomatoes and was weighing them up, counting the seconds out loud to myself to keep time (a time blindness coping skill I've had since childhood) when she walked past me. I heard her say "retard" under her breath. This wasn't the first time I've been called that in my life, but the first time I've ever heard it from a grown woman. She had been bitching at me about something earlier that day, and my deodorant failed from the stress. She walked past me again and stopped to look at me. She nearly shouted, making sure everyone around would hear, "You stink. Did you shower today?" And then smirked. I didn't reply. I didn't hit her, or yell, or throw tomatoes at her. I thought about doing all of it. I thought about knocking her to the ground and ripping her tacky extensions out of her scalp. I thought about all the nasty mean things I could say to her. Instead, I put down my handheld and told her I would be right back. I went to the back room, hung up my apron, grabbed my purse, and walked out. I didn't clock out, I let them figure out what time I left. I made sure I was paid for my time. She called me an hour later, and I didn't answer. She called 6 more times. My previous manager, the cool one later told me that the store manager was stoked about my leaving. "Out with the old, in with the new."

There was a mass exodus, nine people left after I did. Four of them followed me to my new job. We all got forklift certified in the same week for a company that offered profit sharing and $4 extra per hour for covid pay, plus $3 extra per hour on weekends. It's not the greatest place to work. Sometimes it's terrible, it's still retail after all. But it's better. Kroger is not a great company, and my store was one of the worst places. I know I'm not the only person with horror stories about it. I still hear, "we're all in this together" in my nightmares. I can't spend more than 20 minutes in a grocery store at a time. I have many more from before the pandemic hit, the pandemic was just the worst of it.

That's my rant. If anyone read this, thank you. If you want to add your own stories, please do! "Essential worker" feels more like "disposable worker".

[cuddl3s4shur1]

Museum Day

Paring:Shuri x Museum Docent Y/n

Summary , As shuri needed to take a break from her lab work riri would take her out to art museum where she would fall in love with the docent

Authors Note: I’m just going to publish this so y’all don’t think about my drug dealer riri story or my Producer Shuri story 😄. Anyways enjoy this fluff if I do make a part 2 it’s going to be smut in a museum

Taglist : @inmyheadimobsessed @saintwrld @locoforshuri @taiiunknown @atssukoo @niaalove @malltake12 @writesbyriri @secretgyals

- I don’t remember anyone else sorry 😞

Sneak Peek 🫣: She comes out in a beautiful yet simple outfit. The young lady would catch the princess’s attention quick

♡ ♡

Amazed

That’s how shuri felt when she first saw you at the museum.

Riri had been practically begging shuri to come in Chicago so they can spend time together and mainly so shuri could get out the lab.

Recently riri had been seeing many advertisements and TikTok’s on a art museum in Chicago. Riri knew exactly where she was going to take shuri . She knew where would most likely enjoy the art sense she loves looking at new things .

“Bro your going to love this activity I planned out for you shuri “ riri says as she smiles realizing they where getting closer and closer to the museum. “We’ll knowing you riri I probably am “ shuri says unfazed . “Actually where are we going “ shuri questions riri . “Don’t worry about that “ she says riri becomes more anxious as she gets to the musem .“Riri your scaring me “ shuri jokes to her . “Bro you’ll be fine okay “ as riri says that she parallel parks her car . “And just like that where here , isn’t that just nice “ she smiles and looks at shuri . “Yeah I guess it is “ shuri says being nonchalant about it . She looks out the car window and sees that it’s a musem.

“Ahh a museum is it “ shuri says creating a slight smile . “ intle… intle (Nice…Nice) “ shuri says softly. “I got us a docent because i thought that maybe they would help” riri says as she gets out the car . “Thanks “ shuri says as she also gets out also . They walk into the museum in sync and they look around. “This is ubuhle obuphefumlayo ( Breathtaking Beauty) “ shuri says as she looks around the museum .

Riri heads to the front desk so she could get the docent . “Hello I’m Riri Williams and online I asked for a docent by the name of Gabriel” riri asks being as polite as she could possibly be . “Ah , your docent is not here but I can get you another one to replace his absent , is that fine “ the lady ends with a question. “Actually yes that would be great “ riri smiles . “Y/n , come to the front desk “ the lady says on her walky talky. Soon enough a young lady that looked around Riri’s age would show up . She comes out in a beautiful yet simple outfit. The young lady would catch the princess’s attention quick . “You called me Janet “ she says calmly. “Oh yeah sense gab is out your going to have to fill in “ she says smiling and looking at y/n but than ending and looking back at riri. “Oh ok well that’s fine” the lady says she was unfazed and calm which already riri liked .

Riri looked back at shuri and waved her so she could come over and start the tour . Instantly shuri walks towards the group like something took over her body.

“Is everyone here “ y/n questions the two . “Yes “ shuri smile. “Oh well welcome to the musem , I’ll be your docent today you may call me y/n if you have any questions about the art work just ask me and I’ll answer the questions to best of my ability “ she says smiling .”I’m riri and this is my friend and this is are first time here “ riri says being anxious and excited . “Oh well I hope you enjoy the art work and me as your docent today “y/n says . “Oh don’t worry we will” riri jokes .

The lady’s would stop at each and every art work they saw . Y/n thought this was nice since most people just glance and find a new art work that interests them. Shuri loved the how y/n was so calm and friendly with them .

As the musem would come to and end shuri started to admire y/n more the only problem was shuri being bad at flirting , “well this looks like it’s the last art work in this gallery, I hope you enjoyed me as your docent and I hope you enjoyed each and every work you saw today “ the lady says as she looks at the two women . “Any questions or thoughts “ she says asking not thinking any thing of it . “Um I was wondering if you like to hang out later “ shuri says. “I mean I usually don't hang out with people from work but I can maybe make a change those rules for you “ she says winking at shuri . This causes shuri to be flustered . “ talk to me when I’m at the front desk and maybe we’ll make something work “ y/n flirts with shuri and walks away .

“She was definitely feeling you “ riri jokes to shuri. “She was “ shuri says to riri . “ shuri are you being fr she literally winked and damn near flirted with you on job “ riri says being un able to realize how shuri was so oblivious to see y/n flirt . “Shuri please don’t fumble the bag ok “ riri demands to her . “Ok I’ll try “ she says . “Give me a pen a paper “shuri demands . Riri looks through her purse and give it to her .

Shuri writes a note

‘Call me later +1 XXX-XXX-XXXX - xoxo your love shuri :)’ .

Shuri goes over to the desk and grabs y/n’s hand. She trails her hand down y/n’s arm to her where she places the note . She closes it at it gives it a kiss . “See you later usana” shuri smiles .

Y/n reads the note and when finished she puts it in her back pocket.

“Oh y/n finna get laid “ Janet smirks . “Shut up Janet “ y/n jokes . “Just saying “ Janet says .

Oh how you where wondering how this call would go

[hectorthedoggo]

hey so i wrote the first part out of 9 for the fic where the prisoners observe/experience some of my es hcs, fugue update idk later (maybe friday if i have time) but i'm not gonna write kazui for this one hence the nine.

under cut. It's in Haruka's perspective, so sorry if i wrote him wrong (never written him before ; ;)

also not edited ima do that later but a little preview here

Haruka had earliersubmitted his order forms. I mean, I don’t want to be a bother to the warden… but Mu said it was okay to ask for things, so I guess?

He really wanted cotton candy. It was his favorite, and was like childhood memories. Haruka remembered telling that to the guard in passing once.

Es had scoffed in response, insisting they had to leave. Were they mad at me?

Why had they been mad at me? Did I say something wrong?

I always do that, don’t I?

He shook his head. I want to visit Mu now. I feel… sad.

Haruka peered out of his room and lightly padded over to Mu’s cell. I hope she’s not mad at me for visiting.

He knocked, and a familiar, warm voice called out, “Come in!”

He lightly opened the door so she wouldn’t get scared. “Ah, Haruka!”

Mu was cross legged on her bed, lifting a fork of crepe to her mouth. She swallowed, and smiled at him, making him blush.

“This crepe is really good! Even if they’re a little bit of a meanie, this guard knows their stuff! Right, what did you request?” She set down the delicacy and walked towards

“C-cotton candy, but, uh, are the requests out?”

She giggled. “Of course they are, silly! How else would I get my crepe?” Oh, I’m stupid.

“Sorry…”

“It’s fine! I’ll walk with you to get your cotton candy!”

“Really?!” He lit up.

She nodded, taking his hand. “Of course, let’s go!”

The two walked through the halls, Mu chattering about drama with Haruka listening intently; the pair made their way to the place to pick up requests. 

Sure enough, his treat was lying there, and he grabbed it excitedly. The warden got this… for me!

He had no problems with it, but Mu took a closer look at it. “Hey… Haruka, I think this is wrong.”

“Huh?” Did I do something?

“It looks like someone took a bite of it.”

He looked at it. Sure, it does look weird, but I think I’ll still eat it.

Haruka brought it up to his mouth, intending to eat it and Mu cringed. “Ew! Don’t eat that! Someone else already touched it!”

Oh… but I wanted to eat it… She grabbed it out of his hand, and threw it away. She sighed, ignoring his sadness. “Who would do that? Amane? Ah, but she doesn’t seem the type…”

She kept mumbling to herself as Haruka tried to console himself about his lost treat.

Mu smirked, going into a wild fit of laughter. Haruka looked down at her, and she collected herself. “I- it’s Es… oh my god, they would, that’s so pathetic; does Milgram not give them their own treats?”

Haruka tilted his head, sounding out the word. “Pa-the-tic?”

“Like you! Being pathetic is what makes you so endearing- sorry, funny. Don’t worry, you’re nicer than them, so it balances out.”

Haruka nodded, a note of uncertainty in his voice. “Ok!” I don’t like being compared.

No, Mu likes me, and I’m not going to be replaced.

[riddlesrose]

that’s all, for real

w/ scaramouche

cw; none just very very very ooc scar bcs i just want to see him cared for but by a roommate instead of s/o 👁️

the cold winter weather covered the outside like a shaken snow globe. whisping winds and unique snowflakes flew from every which direction as they pleased.

the current show you were watching was some reality tv drama series about a girl who’s really annoying and all the male leads like her and whatnot, stupid old movies that look the same.

you picked up your phone, the time read ‘12:28 pm’, that’s weird, your roommate should’ve been back by now, but considering the weather… probably reasonable he’s late.

mindlessly scrolling through your phone, another half an hour passes and scaramouche still isn’t back. you’re staying up to make sure he gets home and to see if he was actually going to eat something. (he usually waits until the morning to eat but then complains that he’s hungry and you’re taking too long making eggs.)

you decided on calling him instead of waiting with no answer, one ring, two rings, three rings, four- you’re thinking of hanging up, maybe he chose to stay at a friends place and just didn’t bother telling you, “what.”

“would ya look at that, where the hell are ya?”

“outside the fucking door. open it.”

“no.” with that, you hung up and grabbed the first modest sweater you found.

the short walk to the front door to your shared apartment was long enough to scaramouche that he started knocking annoyingly, but not loud enough to wake the neighbours annoying dog that barks every day.

when you opened the door, you didn’t move so that scaramouche could get inside, no, you stood in the door way fully aware he was trying to enter the apartment, “so, why was the princess late to the castle this time?”

he looked you straight in the eyes, “don’t call me that god damn you, let me in before my fingers fall off.”

“fine, fine, fine.”

“you’re stupid.”

“you’re annoying.”

“you’re dumb.”

“you’re.. yeah no i’m out, too late for insults, when are you going to sleep? never?”

“whenever i do, now go so i can change.”

you followed suit and left to your room. the tv was still on but you decided to switch channels to come adult animated show, whatever was on at 1am.

settling back into your covers, long turned cold, your door slowly reopens, “stay back ghosts, i swear i’m armed.” your tired voice made the scare tactic unable to be scary as the door fully opened and revealed scaramouche, cleanly changed and what looks like should be off to bed after his long ass day.

“off to bed? came to say goodnight? what a good roo-”

you couldn’t finish your sentence as scaramouch silently closed the door again and made his way over to you, and sat on the floor, leaning against your bed.

“hey?”

“it.. it’s cold.”

“it’s mid december, i get it, it’s cold as balls in here.”

the gentle tone gave scaramouche the ‘ok’ to shift from the floor onto your bed, seemingly awkwardly.

you placed a hand on his back, “no need to feel embarrassed, i understand.”

he dramatically falls on his back after you removed your hand and replaced it under the covers. there was momentary shifting before it stopped and you felt his knees brush yours, he was facing you.

with the tv long forgotten and just used as a dim light source, you could see the outline of scaramouche’s face. you took your finger and traced a star on his cheek,

“stop that.”

you traced another star on his forehead,

“hey-”

and another on his other cheek,

“seriously..”

“yes seriously, you’re handsome, accept that.” he didn’t reply, only moved himself a bit closer to you, only because you were warm, that’s all, not because he secretly enjoyed the company and care, nope, not at all.

scaramouche’s bangs hung down across his forehead while you observed his tv lit features.

his hair was soft as you brushed his bangs back with your fingers and pressed the smallest, lightest kiss on his forehead. scaramouche was taken aback, he wasn’t expecting that. last person who ever did that was his mother. he hasn’t seen her in years.

aas he was still processing things you pulled him closer so that he’s be laying against you if he were to lay his head down flat, which he did after you shifted him over.

you wrapped an arm around his torso, and ran the other ran through his hair, slightly massaging his head in the process. thanks to you, sleep came easy to scaramouche that night unlike most of the previous nights. but only because you were warm, that’s all.

[skulls-soul]

Have some Booigi!! specifically there first I love you these are kind of head cannons, and also kind of prompts idk but if you wanna do something with this then go ahead 

 If king boo was the first one to say I love you, it would probably be in the middle of their first make out ascension or something I don’t know, but king boo did not wait at all. He’s been new and was ready to tell Luigi just waiting for the right moment.

When luigi heard the words come out of king boo, he was so shocked that he was basically like a deer staring at headlights KB after some time would get concerned and start poking his face trying to get him back down to earth

Once he’s finally back to reality  Luigi asked him to say it again in which king boo obliges to  Luigi Jaw drops a little take another moment before he asks “you really mean it?” 

Yes, Luigi is a little bit suspicious since he haven’t been dating for that long and he is still trying to get used to the fact that the relationship is developing somewhere where he never thought it would go so at the moment he’s currently was not really ready to say. I love you back yet.

King boo (kind of expected this) says that it’s fine and that he can take his time and asked if it’s ok for him to say it as much as he wants since it’s true and he doesn’t want to hold back  Luigi, without thinking says that it’s no problem and soon after wonders if he made a mistake since now king boo says it a lot and he means a lot

King boo started calling him my love, and sometimes when they’re just chilling on the couch, he’ll start saying I love you over and over again, causing Luigi to blush

One night, a king boo was sleeping over. He was talking to a very exhausted Luigi  who is in the middle of getting in the bed, ready to fall asleep king boo—even though he doesn’t need to sleep—already settled and ready to join him. he was just about to give Luigi his nightly I love you and good night before luigi planted a kiss on him after pulling away and releasing a big yawn, he tells king boo, that he love him and good night

 king boo malfunctioned for a a moment, surprised to hear the words once he came back though ready to say it back, he found a Luigi was out like a light which was good for king boo because he needed to fly off somewhere to celebrate before coming back to hold luigi close

But what if Luigi said i love you first?

King boo even though he really really wanted to decided that he would wait until Luigi said it first, since he didn’t want to scare Luigi off even though he really enjoys scaring Luigi, he wouldn’t enjoy scaring him away

It took a couple of months, and there were some moments where king boo almost broke, and said it first, but he held strong

It was one night after spending the entire day with each other and half of the night partying when Luigi said it.

They were sitting down at a bench under the moonlight as fire flies help light the shadows in the woods. Holding each other close as they talk to each one another in a low and hush voice.

It was in passing conversation said so casually that king boo almost didn’t catch it and yet somehow at the same time it’s stood out from the rest. all Luigi said was how lucky he was to spend the day with a boo he loves (or maybe) he says how he loved today and that today was awesome but he especially loves him the most

King boo had to take a moment to make sure that he heard Luigi correctly and in that moment Luigis face morphed from a gentle in love, smile, to slight concern and worry. for a bit, Luigi’s anxiety would tell him that he fucked up and that he shouldn’t have said that.

It wasn’t until Luigis was asked to say it again a few more times before his anxiety disappeared. Being replaced with just pure confusion as he sees king boos face go from shock to overjoy he asked Luigi if he meant it like truly truly means it, and when Luigi gave a simple nod king boo flew up into the air, giving a little loop before diving back down to swoop up Luigi into his arms as he laughs

When lu was finally set back down on his feet, king boo showered him with kisses before saying “you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to say. I love you too”

I have a Bowser X Luigi version of this as well that is posted at the same time as this if you want to check that out :P if not I hope you enjoyed and if you have your own little head cannons for this concept by all means, do you share :3

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Valentine's Day with Shouta Aizawa by Vi ✨

Hi everyone, it's Vi! ✨ So as you already now it's valentines day in many countries so I decided to do something fluffy for you ❤️ Hope you enjoy! (Again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

Pd: Happy valentine's day to those who have a special someone! And to those who hasn't, treat yourself with some chocolates and flowers because loving yourself is also a reason to celebrate! 💕

Warnings: none, just fluff

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

The heroes have won and restored peace. It took some time to rebuild the cities near the fight but in a few months, Japan was functioning like usual. The classes at UA started again and everyone was excited to be back at school (even those who have lost friends, family or teachers) but not Aizawa. He felt terrible about how things turned out and just couldn't move on like nothing ever happened. Not when he has scars that hasn't healed yet. He lost many friends and now he was incapable of using his quirk to save others. Because of it, he felt useless and miserable as he was no longer a hero and all he had left was teaching.

Mic was getting worried about his friend's behaviour; he didn't eat or sleep and started shutting down to everyone around him. It was when Eri knocked the door one night saying she was scared cause Aizawa had locked the door to his bathroom and won't come out, that the hero decided to put an end to this situation. Firstly, he obligated his friend to go the psychologist and then, every week they would go out in order to make him feel comfortable interacting with other people again; this included setting him up on dates against his will. Having a relationship was not something he needed right now and he definitely didn't want to become a burden to anybody. That was until a certain someone came along...

Y/n was a foreigner doctor that arrived to Musutafu a few months ago when she found out what was happening and wanted to help. She had a "sanation quirk" which meant she could cure and regenerate body parts. She's specialised in working with people who had been badly injured and needed to train their body functions from the beginning.

After helping to attend civilians and heroes during the final war, Nezu offered her a job at the UA as "Recovery girl" was finally retiring and she gladly accepted. She was introduced to the other stuff a few weeks earlier but Shouta was nowhere to be seen and definitely didn't pay Yamada any attention when he talked about a "new sexy doctor" or something like that cause, if he had listened to him, he would've been prepared for such a sight. His friend suggested to visit the new college as maybe she could help him to recover fiscally (and also because he knew that the moment Aizawa saw her, he would be hooked) So there he sat rigid without making eye contact while she inspected his injuries. She was so close that he couldn't help but smell her sweet perfume. Y/n (as she has told him) was the prettiest woman he has ever seen or been near, by far; her e/c eyes brought calm when he looked into them and her reassuring smile told him everything was going to be ok and suddenly, he realised how rough this months have been that a simple gesture fold with positivity, made him feel so overwhelmed he needed to get out of the room for a few moments.

Once he came back, the doctor was smiling at him and made him sit next to by grabbing his rough hand into her delicate one He was not expecting such an action as well as not expecting her look at him right on the eye and said "Have some good news for you! First of all, we are gonna replace this pirate bandage you have for an implant and, with my quirk's help, it could regenerate your hability to see and use your power. However, it'll take time. We will work together in rehab and maybe and year from now, you would be able to use your quirk like you did before! (I'm not a doctor, I actually study law, so please understand all of this is fantasy)" Aizawa couldn't believe what he was hearing, he even thought Mic had told her say that so he wouldn't feel so terrible but the look in her eyes was one of genuine happiness and sincerity so he choose to believe and chase, after so many years, the hope of having a good ending where he could finally be in peace with himself.

Six months later, Shouta was quite pleased with how much he achieved. He started eating, sleeping and teaching like he did before it all went down the hill. He really had missed training his students and doing hero work. So he was glad he visited y/n that time, speaking of which became one of his best friends. She was always by his side; on his worst days where everything hurt and he didn't want to keep going, she was there to extend him a hand. Also, on those days were training seemed easy and he would do everything right, she was there to cheer for him. It was just a "mere coincidence" that his favourite days were the ones he spent next to her. Actually, they had their own routine together; they would eat every day the bento boxes she prepared to lunch at the rooftop, also, before going to the teachers dorms, they would have a cup of coffee and tea (a vanilla tea with honey for her. Yes, he memorized her favourite drink because he is a really good friend, right? Right?) and twice a month they would go out to eat alone or sometimes Hizashi joined them.

Some days, she would appeared unexpectedly to play with Eri and they would ended up having dinner together, like a family. Oh, that made Aizawa stay awake at night. The mere thought of having y/n on his life as more than a friend, made his head spin. He would take to his own grave that sometimes, when they were out with Eri, he actually pretended they were a real family and when old ladies comment on how cute their child was, he did not denied and respond "yes, I know just like his mother" just to see the cute blush on her face and for her to hit his arm because of embarrassment.

Her arrival had been a blessing and there was no denying she'd saved him but somewhere along the way, feelings got confusing and their friendship was something more to him. When he was around her, he no longer felt lonely and sad. She made him feel loved when she traced the scars from fights he wanted to forget or when she would put his head on her lap and caressed his hair till he was asleep. Every little thing made him fell in love with her allover again, that's why he had prepared a big surprise in order to confess. He has been leaving romantic letters on her desk with flowers or chocolates, other times he left some vanilla tea with her favourite cake or small gifts such as plushies, earrings and necklaces all from her secret admirer. The girls from class 2A had given him the idea and help him choose a few of them.

When Valentine's Day arrived, Shouta was so nervous he thought he would explode. Today was the day he'll finally confessed. He had made a reservation at the highest building in the city just to have the best view for the fireworks show and the lake. He made sure they served her favourite dish and that were roses on the table. He left a letter on her desk that said "Today I'm going to have enough courage to tell you how I feel. Please meet me at 8PM at xxxx, I'll be waiting. Pd: This is my final gift before reviling identity, please feel free to wear it tonight. Kisses, your secret admirer" and next to it was a box with a beautiful red dress inside. Something modest and elegant but just as stunning as you were. He did a design for Momo to make and he couldn't be happier about how it looked on her, She looked like a princess straight out of a fairy tale. She still hadn't seen him and Shouta panic for a moment, his head filled with bad thoughts like "what if she rejected him? What if she didn't like him?, etc" but once he looked eye with her, he knew everything was going to be alright even if she rejected him. Her eyes were full of curiosity and she was trying to hide the blush on her face by looking around the restaurant so he took this moments to admire her. If he could his the ground she was walking, he definitely would. What a sight she was. Not only with this beautiful dress but also when she wore that cute pijama bunny with her hair on a messy bun. He would choose that sight every day for the rest of his life. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew there was no coming back and he gladly accepted that from the start. He was hers to take if she wanted to and he would make sure to give her the best of him, mind, spirit and soul.

He hadn't realised he's been holding his breath for a few seconds until she was in front of him with a timid smile and said "I was hoping it was you all along" and took him by surprise by kissing him and that was how it started. He didn't know what he did to deserve someone as wonderful as her but he'd make sure she won't regret ever choosing him.