#request summ or give me ideas

[formulaforza]

Haiiiiiii i love your writing, could i request Lance Stroll with the prompt the first initial kiss being a simple peck, then they immediately go back in for a stronger, more passionate one?? I feel like that’s very him vibes.

—nowhere in particular

pairing: lance stroll x reader wc: 1.1k summ. everything with lance is so damn... friendly.

It’s been nearly three months of “Oh, Lance and I? We’re… we’re nothing,” followed by a pursed smile on your lips and an eye roll from whoever was bold enough to ask you. Three months, some eighty-something days of we’re nothing, when the two of you were most certainly fucking something. 

You weren’t dating, that was for sure. And you weren’t fucking, either. So, to anyone else it might look like you were nothing. But even if you thought you were crazy—the dozen or so people who seem to ask you about him every time they see the two of you interact is enough proof that you really are something. 

It’s hard to place exactly what it is, but it falls somewhere on the fault line between friends and dating, moving through like with the promise not to date anyone else, but without the balls to just date each other. 

It’s not that you don’t have the balls, it’s that you refuse to. You’ve always been a firm believer in him making the first move. You just never thought you’d be as desperate for someone to make the move as you are for Lance to just up and get it over with already.

Always a firm believer in the guy making the first move, but christ. Three months of waiting, and you’re about two days away from reaching your breaking point. 

Lance sits next to you on the flannel blanket in the park. The “friendly flannel blanket,” as he’d said shortly after proposing the idea—made skittish by your lack of response within the five second window he gave you to do so— “that I always have, like, in my car, y’know.” You couldn’t see him through the telephone lines, but you could imagine it, the way his hand nervously ran over the back of his neck. 

He was always adorable like that, all nervous and fidgety when you did anything more than give him the time of day. It’s cute. You’ve always thought it was cute when he was nervous, because he spends the rest of the time so stupidly confident. You like that you can make him nervous, but it seems like you’ve made him too nervous. 

Because he sits next to you on the friendly flannel blanket with the friendly picnic he’d prepared and the friendly cake he’d brought with carefully placed raspberries and the friendly bottle of red wine. You sit next to him, wearing the friendly hoodie he’d pulled over and off his head when you shuddered with the breeze, a friendly centimeter of space between your crossed legs and his wild brown hair, your eyes fixed to his friendly pink lips when he talks. You want to scream—fuck friends, Lance. Fuck friendly, and just kiss me already. 

Lance’s head, meanwhile, fucking spins. He’s such an idiot, he thinks, can’t stop himself from speaking—from feeling the need to inform you (lie to you) that everything he touches is friendly. There’s nothing friendly about the way he feels about you, but his stupid fucking mouth is too worried that making that fact known is only going to screw him over—that he’ll mess it up enough that not only is he not dating you, but now he’s not even your friend. 

Because… well. You’re you—all pretty hair and pretty lips and pretty smile and pretty skin and pretty personality. You’re soft when he’s brash and you’re brash when he’s soft and nothing ever feels balanced unless you’re the one balancing it. 

And now he’s lying here, on this thick, itchy blanket, just wondering when you’re finally going to have enough of him and his inability to just. To just kiss you, and let the rest of the world make sense. 

You eat, and you talk, and you make him laugh—you’re always making him laugh harder than he should. Anyone who watches probably thinks he’s a total fool, head over feet and half in-love with the same girl everyone else would be half in-love with. No joke in the history of the entire world has been funny enough to elicit the laugh you hear from him every time you crack one. 

He’s carefully slicing the cake when you swipe your finger through the white frosting, wiping the sugary substance off on the tip of his nose with a giggle. His head shoots up while you do it, catches your eyes and the completely human way they crinkle when you laugh, the way your lashes settle when you smile, and all he can think is that you just look so pretty.

You’re so pretty, and he doesn’t even have time to talk himself out of it, because he’s kissing you—quick, simple, like he was trying to shut you up. It’s a peck, nothing more, and certainly not the way he wanted to kiss you for the first time. He can’t believe he just managed to fuck up the first time he kissed you—that he definitely just made certain the first time was the last time. He’d strangle himself if he could.

“I’m sorry,” he’s saying before you can even process what just happened. “You just… I’m sorry.”

A smile pulls on your lips, and your cheeks ache from how much the muscles have been used this afternoon. “It’s okay,” you nod.

“You… there’s frosting on your nose,” he says, wiping the remnants of your swipe off his nose.

“I don’t care,” you say. “Kiss me like you mean it.”

His eyes shoot up before his head does, like he’s checking if you’re being serious or not. You are. You’re dead serious. The kind of quick peck a middle aged wife stuck in a miserable marriage gives to her middle aged husband will not be the first move you've been waiting three months for. If he’s going to kiss you with frosting on his nose, he better do it right. 

He makes up for it, though, when he wipes the frosting from your nose, licks it clean off his thumb and slots his hands on either side of your jaw, pulling you to him like he’s been waiting to do it for ninety days. When his lips finally meet yours, the rest of the park falls into the background. The sweetness of the frosting lingers, blending with the warmth of his lips. This is not a peck—this is a declaration, a revelation. 

“Better?” He says, his forehead warm against yours. 

You nod, smiling. “Much better,” and then you kiss him again like time might run out, even though you both know it won’t.

[supermightyglue]

(a few of the) jackass ocs that i have n need to write for :

-> member of the main cast

shes insane n crazy n cleaner than the others but smells kinda bad bc of the guys. prefers dangerous stunts to gross out shit nd is open about it. refuses to work with shit nd body fluids. somehow never pukes. def skates nd was recruited for it. shes hot.. so hot. i picture devon aoki. crop tops, wife beaters, graphic tees, shorts, low-rise jeans, vans—and bikini tops. gets harassed bc everyone thinks shes dating SOMEONE on the cast nd shes not but also has a thing for one of them. parties a LOT nd smokes a shit ton of weed .. sometimes shrooms n molly but none of the really hard shit. cant swim. has a quick temper n is impulsive n way too fuckin risky. only drinks fruity cocktails or sweet shit. fought w both mtv and paramount to do most of the stunts she did. bruises for days. prob dropped out of school. vegetarian. also likes girls. super messy. gets in fights. doesnt have too many tattoos but most of the ones she has she did herself. thinks pontius is the funniest. will call out sexist n rude interviewers. smokes more than any of the guys. steals a lot of shit nd collects lighters. takes a lot of photos of the crew but mostly when theyre not filming. her nickname is pissbaby. doesnt drive. a light sleeper. half the guys shit on her like they do to each other nd the other half also do but finds her adorable n gets worried when she does certain stunts. 1000% loves all animals nd isnt scared of any. sunkissed. travels with the wildboyz frequently. secretly is terrified if someone gets hurt. touchy nd sometimes has no concept of personal space but only at random times. always has at least one person crashing oh her couch. cant cook. likes hookups but is picky about them. bffs with stephanie. cusses like a fuckin sailor. gets bored easily. is a flirt. both the nicest nd the meanest but mostly the meanest. is an amazing singer and will do karaoke at any time. is an asshole n very flawed. lowkey a sex symbol .. nd loves it. doesnt like to carry a purse. hates her boys but also loves them. the most macho cast member

-> producer/dickhouse co-founder/big brother crew

not a stunt person but will participate in pranks. skates but is really casual about it. totally a writer. journals but in a messy , not artistic but kinda artistic way. really funny. like, really fuckin funny. smells good. seems put together and is but also isnt at all. takes a lot of photos when theyre filming. has no patience. drinks a lot of coffee and also alcohol. has never had a relationship thats lasted longer than a month. gets cold easily. goes by her last name almost exclusively. tragically hetero. very serious when it comes to filming which causes everyone to fuck with her—shes funny when shes mad, apparently. thinks its hilarious when someone gets hurt. not a pussy but is also scared of the most random shit. will do anything for the perfect shot. steals the guys’ shirts and hoodies. has the cutest laugh nd smile. dimples. half the cast has had a crush on her at some point and the other half jokes that shes their ideal woman. workaholic. picky eater. smarter than everyone in the room. some of the funniest stunts were her idea. doesnt make fat jokes nd the guys are on a mission to change that. doesnt smoke and never has but chews nicotine gum. cringes when people flirt with her. fun at parties. is a horrible artist. wrote some of the most fucked up big brother articles. lowkey into one of the guys but represses it for work. horrible eyesight and wears contacts but never her glasses because everyone tells her how cute they are. forgets to brush her hair. falls asleep in her contacts. can read jeffs mind and vice versa. manipulative and persuasive as fuck nd can convince someone to do anything. agrees to do pranks even without knowing what it is. a big fan of costumes. will laugh until she and pisses herself when someone mentions mianus. beer enthusiast. always volunteers to drive. seems quiet and uptight but isnt—she couldnt do her job if she was. is actually quite sensitive and caring but in her own, weird way. as evil, if not more so, than tremaine. proud of her work and her boys

-> cky member

grew up with the cky guys. skated since she came out the womb but isnt the best at it. big lesbian. plays bass. choppy hair from the guys fucking with it. hoodies n cargo pants or baggy jeans. shitty actress but tries her best. has never bought cigs and steals them from dunn. stupid tattoos. shy around girls. always chewing minty gum. scared of the guys’ driving. practically lives at castle bam. hates being on camera but does it anyway. junk food enthusiast. overshares. ape and phils favorite kid. is lowkey desensitized to bam being a prick. doesnt dislike kids/babies but is awkward + doesnt know what to do with them. doesnt wear or use element shit just to piss bam off. hates nudity. no sense of style but it works for her. kinda lazy. not a fan of sweets. doesnt like vito. extremely clumsy. hates traveling. chews her lips to shreds. nice skin but has no routine. reeks of boy sweat. doesnt like being in photos. wakes up and takes a shot. talks with her hands. loves the guys’ girlfriends more than she loves them. does better on radio than on tv. picks at her nails and has restless leg. dated raab when she was closeted .. and it was hilarious. will sleep through anything. unintentionally funny. gets teased the most. the guys love her but aren’t protective at ALL and live for making her life hell. awkward. is genuinely insane but only if she knows someone well. is often broke but doesnt give a shit. gets nagged by ape to take care of herself. can talk to phil for hours without getting bored. a fan favorite on jackass when she appears—usually she stays behind the scenes. very gay but has a massive crush on tony hawk and is a huge fan… theyre actual friends and she still gets starstruck. burns cds constantly but can hardly use a computer. has broken a ton of bones. has poor bladder control and has pisses herself an embarrassing amount of times. knoxville adores her for some reason. fast runner. pukes easily and has acid reflux. way too chill for living such. chaotic life but we love her

[tomurderornottomurder]

taking care; eddie munson

pair. eddie munson x male!reader

summ. (request) reader is sick but sent to school anyway and eddie finds out, insists on taking reader home, sees reader's shitty home, and takes him to his

gen. angst, fluff, sick hurt/comfort

tw. implied abuse, implied neglect, shitty awful parents, puking, dry heaving, allusions to physical abuse, use of "queer" as a slur, swearing

wc. 2.3k

note. i was planning on getting requests out earlier but i have actually been busy w/ friends n family and i'm going on a little trip tomorrow! anyway, hope u enjoy!! (also i feel like maybe eddie's dialogue is ooc so i apologize)

Your head spins and your stomach churns as you stumble out of your room, holding your hand against your forehead. You know it's a bad idea to even ask but you just feel so awful that you hope your mother would let you stay home. Your hand trembles as you reach out for your mother's bedroom door. You stand there for a solid ten minutes before you get the courage to turn the doorknob and carefully step into her room. "Mom?"

She stirs, head snapping in your direction. "What?" She spits. 

"I- I don't feel good," Your voice wavers as you pathetically croak. "I can barely stand and I threw up twice already."

"And?" She looks at you expectantly, sitting up before setting her glasses on her nose. 

"Could I... stay home?" 

"No," She swings her legs over the bed. "Of course, not! I can't have you here!"

"B-but I'll stay in my room and it's serious, mom. I can't huuh-" You cover your mouth as you dry heave. You shoot your mom a look and she's unmoved. 

She makes a shooing motion with her hands, giving you an icy glare as her answer. 

"Okay," You put your hands up before covering your mouth again as bile travels up your throat.

---

Once you step foot into Hawkins High, you head to the bathroom to empty your guts. After you stop throwing up, you sit against the cold tile of the bathroom floor (that also happens to be pretty disgusting). You rest your head against the stall with your knees pulled up to your chest. You take a good few moments to breathe deeply and collect yourself. After you're at least pretty sure you won't throw up as soon as you move, you open your eyes. The bathroom isn't the greatest place for you to be breathing deeply but alas. You push on your knees as you stand and almost throw up again at the sight of the toilet before you flush it. You inhale sharply before throwing your bag over your shoulder and walking out of the stall. 

With as minimal stumbling as you can manage, you make it to your class albeit late. The teacher doesn't even blink an eye at you as you wobble your way to your seat. It looks like a chunk of other students were missing or skipping out on class. You're surprised and relieved at the lack of a lecture. 

---

Third period. With Eddie. There was no way he wouldn't be able to see through you. Nonetheless, you try your best to put up an act. It's a bit easier since you arrive before him and he can't stare you down as you walk on trembling legs. He takes his usual seat right in front of you, tossing his bag to the floor before he turns around to chat you up. You can't help smiling back at his beaming and beautiful face. 

"How was your morning?" He asks casually, resting his arms on your desk. 

"Greaaat," 

"Rough mornin', sweetheart?" He gives a slight chuckle, playful eyes staring back into yours.

"Yep," You pop the 'p' and nod your head. 

"Well," Eddie drawls, "tell me about it."

"First of all huuh-" You slap your hand over your mouth as you start dry heaving. Your eyes blow wide and you scoot your chair back as you fold over, still holding your hands over your mouth like your life depends on it. The dry heaving doesn't stop and soon you begin to feel that unwanted guest creeping up your throat. Tears sting your eyes as you kick back your chair and make a run for the bathroom leaving Eddie in the dust.

You fall to your knees once you see a toilet and in the next moment you finally free your mouth and let it all out. You're too preoccupied with throwing up to notice or feel the bruises forming on your knees or the other person entering the bathroom. That is until you hear their voice ring out.

"Y/n?"

You really wish you would have locked the door behind you because in the next second Eddie Munson is squeezing into the stall with you. Thankfully (or not), he locks the stall behind him, crouches down, and rubs reassuring circles against your back. "Hey, it's okay," He whispers, brushing some hair from your face. 

Once you're done, you feel empty. If Eddie wasn't there with you and so close -pressed up against you like a torturously fantastic dream- you would have looked pale and drained but your face was flushed and your stomach was whirling with butterflies. You sort of wiggle out of his grip as you get off your knees, turning to sit with your back against the stall like before and pulling your knees to your chest. Eddie does the same to give you what little space there was before his eyes fall on you, staring intently.

"Care to share what that was about?"

You glare at him, thinking it would be fairly obvious. "I'm sick, dumbass." 

"No shit," Eddie retorts. "What're you doing at school then, huh?" He looks at you like you had a choice in the matter.

"Can't stay home."

"Bullshit."

"I'm fine," You settle for. "I'll make it through the day with a few quick bathroom breaks, no big deal."

"No big deal?" He looks at you incredulously. "Man, you're throwing your guts up, you look like a ghost, and your eyes are all..." He moves his fingers in a circular motion which doesn't help him explain nor make sense to you. He scoots the little bit there is closer and takes your arm gently, "And you're shaking."

He lets go of your arm and you shrug. "That sucks, I'll be fine." It was what your mother would say.

"No, fuck that!" He takes your hand and stands up. "C'mon, you're going home," He pulls you up, wrapping his arm around you. 

"Eddie!" You whine.

"No arguments, big boy, c'mon!" 

---

You sigh as Eddie turns off the ignition, his van sitting in your driveway. "Eddie, this isn't a good idea," 

"Why? Because you need to go to school even though you're clearly dying?"

You roll your eyes at him, "No. Because who do you think sent me to school anyway?" You turn in your seat, looking sternly at him. "I do what I have to, okay?" Your gaze softens.

"What do you mean by that?" 

"It's just- Nothing. I don't mean anything by it." You shake your head a little. "Go," You motion him toward your door, "be my guest."

Eddie looks at you puzzled but persists nonetheless. He unbuckles and hops out of his van. You could almost laugh as he struts up to your door, it's too bad what he was about to see wouldn't be too funny nor prove whatever point he had. Eddie softly knocks at your door, holding his hands behind him and rocking on his heels. He jumps at the door opening and his eyes immediately scan over each and every bruise and mark littering the exposed skin of your mom's body.

"The hell do you want? Soliciting some magazine I ain't gonna read?"

Eddie doesn't really know what to say. His muscles tense up as a taller man joins your mother's presence. There are two large handprint-like marks on the man's neck like someone tried to strangle him.

"You here 'bout our son? He ain't lay hands on you, done he? Like yous a woman?" Your dad asks, leaning his hand on the doorframe. 

Eddie still stays silent, unsure about how or even if there was a way for him to go about this.

Your dad slams his fist against the doorframe causing Eddie to jump. "Well?" He asks. "Fucking queer touch you or not?"

"I'm sorry," Eddie puts his hands up. "Wrong house," He squeaks out before turning tail and running back to the van.

You wish you could have just laughed at this because your parents really were something but they were more than that. You turn to look at Eddie. "First, are you okay?" He nods and you sigh. "Then second, I told you!" You almost want to curse him out but you're sure he got enough traumatization from your parents. "I fuckin' told you," You mumble, crossing your arms over your chest.

---

You honestly expected Eddie just to take you back to school but now he was passing the building. "Eddie, where are we going?"

"My house," He answers nonchalantly.

"What do you mean 'your house'?"

"Well, trailer but still,"

"Eddie," You're practically boring a hole into the side of his face. "Eddie," You repeat. "Eddie!"

"What?!" He snaps his head toward you. His face quickly softens, "Sorry."

"Why are you taking me to your house?"

"Because you're sick!" He throws both of his hands up and off the steering wheel. In a calmer tone, he adds, "Besides, I'm not letting you go back to your house or the school. I'm taking care of you."

You're silent for a moment. You've never had anyone take care of you like this, at least not since you were really young. "You don't need to-"

"I don't need to do anything, I know! I want to! Okay?" He looks at you sincerely, his big baby browns staring back at you.

"Okay," You reply defeatedly.

---

With your arm over his shoulders and his over yours, Eddie practically carries you into his trailer and into his room. "Ugh, Eddie, you need to clean in here,"

"I know, I know." He puts his hands up defensively as he stands over you. He's a bit out of breath from carrying you around. "Okay, first things first," He picks up a small trashcan and empties its contents out onto his floor, "Puke bucket," He says, handing it to you.

"Why did you dump out all that trash? That's gross,"

"You know you're very judgemental for someone who I watched unload their guts not even an hour ago,"

It's your turn to puts your hands up, "Okay, okay."

"Besides, if I knew you were coming over, I would have cleaned up the place, dolled myself up, the works."

You shake your head and laugh at that. Eddie returns your smile.

"Your humor's intact, that's good." He points at you with a goofy smile. "And since we here at Munson Medical are so..." He motions his hand in circles as he tries to think of the word, "Fuck, I don't know. All I know is, you're resting," He points at you. "And I'm cleaning."

---

True to his word, after you passed out from meds he gave you, Eddie had cleaned his room and part of the trailer as well. He had been meaning to do that for his uncle for a while and it seemed like a good time. Then he watched you sleep for a bit, a little paranoid at first that you might have died, and then quickly reassured by you turning over in his bed. Which was strange to think about. You in his bed. He tried not to let it fry his brain too much and opted to distract himself with LOTR. As he stopped every so often while reading, he wondered if you had read any of the books or even heard of them. Maybe he could read to you if you hadn't. Or you could read to him. He couldn't decide which would be better. 

After a handful of chapters, you start to stir and soon enough you're stretching out like a cat before you curl back up into a ball again, eyes lazily moving over the room, and finally landing on Eddie's. "How long have I been out?" You ask before yawning.

"Two-ish hours," He gets up from the floor, sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Wow, it's clean in here. You really work wonders, Munson."

Eddie's nose scrunches up at the name. "Don't call me that," He insists. "Can I sit closer?"

"Hey, it's your funeral if you get sick," You warn but he doesn't seem to care, haphazardly jumping closer.

He kicks his shoes off before turning and laying down the length of his bed, carefully setting your head on his chest. With his head just barely propped up by his worn pillow, he looks down at you and strokes your hair.

"Hey," You pipe up. "'m sorry you had to see that. My parents, they-"

"They're assholes," He fills in. "Letting a pretty boy like you stick it out as sick as you are."

You can't help but agree maybe not on the pretty part but still. "Yeah..." You look down so as to not meet his eyes. "I should have been straight with you about them. It's just that- It's hard, you know?"

Eddie nods. He understands a little too well. He was glad he had Wayne now. Maybe you could have Wayne too.

"And I'm sorry for being an asshole the whole time. I just didn't want you to see.. to know..."

"I know, sweetheart," He strokes your cheek with his thumb. "You don't have to worry about anything with me, okay? You got that?"

You nod and cover his hand with yours, intertwining your fingers. You close your eyes as a wave of tiredness hits you. "You're too sweet to me, Eds."

"Could never be. Not for you." He watches your eyes close and does his best not to move too much as he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Get some rest, pretty boy."

BONUS:

"Eddie, how in the hell do you burn soup?!" Wayne's incredulous yell bounces throughout the trailer but you can tell it's not of anger and rather absolute confusion.

Eddie looks at you and then back at his door before gently climbing out of bed, giving you a peck on the cheek, and rushing out the door. "Sorry, Uncle Wayne!" He sounds like a little boy and you can't help but laugh.

"Oh, what I am going to do with you, Ed?" Wayne brings Eddie in by the back of his head for a hug. 

"Show me how to make soup?" Eddie looks at him hopefully.

Wayne sighs, "What kind of uncle would I be if I didn't?"

[mono-dot-jpeg]

you're my baby [pt.3] - xiao

summary; one could say that you had a son. others would say they were merely just an adeptus. you would say xiao was both and you weren't alone on that statement.

genre; fluff, slight angst (okay a bit more than slight idk, i tend to go overboard), zhongli being a doting husband bc yes, reader is just the best motherly figure, father! zhongli, archon! reader, established relationship with zhongli, uhhhh aether x xiao? idk take it how you may, platonic xiao x reader

masterlist | part 2

word count; 1.2k exactly

warnings; mentions of losing loved ones

a/n; i love platonic relationships so much too, ugh family aus are my shit and i love this idea sm, thank you for the request, i hope you enjoy!

i feel like xiao is OOC in this khfsdkjk sorry if he is

it was no mystery that you were getting weaker. everyone you knew seemed to notice. while you still had your powers, they seemed more weak than before. no one seemed to understand why.

that was until zhongli had informed traveler to help.

"what's wrong, mr.zhongli?" paimon asked as aether and paimon looked at the concerned ex-archon.

"i'm.. rather worried for my wife." aether and paimon looked at each other confused before asking for more context. "she's been very weak lately... she's not sick or anything but her powers... they feel weak." zhongli tried to explain.

and soon enough, aether and paimon were on a new mission and that was to find out what was stopping your powers. you were intent on keeping your lips sealed about your troubles even keeping them away from your own husband as aether had trouble getting any more info from you or others about the situation.

eventually, aether had talked to madame ping.

"y/n? oh that little troublemaker..." aether can hear her frustration as madame ping turned to look at him. "she hasn't told anyone about it, huh?"

"about what?"

"y/n is an archon, the archon of life. at least life among plants and animals." she explained, "it seems like her time is running out."

"y/n is an archon?!" paimon asked surprised.

"they used to live in sumeru but after the archon war, they moved to liyue and met zhongli. you can clearly see how that turned out."

"but what do you mean that her time is running out?"

"she has lost her gnosis. her time as an archon is no more."

"love, you didn't tell me that you lost yours."

you stayed quiet for a moment as you held zhongli's hand. "i never meant to lose it. it was forcefully stolen from me." you explained to him and aether. "i'm sorry."

"you don't need to be-"

"you lost your gnosis?" you look over and see xiao. his eyes are shaken and full of worry. xiao hurriedly walked over to you, checking for any injuries. "who did this? who stole it? i'll get it back-"

"xiao." your voice is gentle and calm, "do not worry, okay? i'll be fine. i'm still here, aren't i?"

"but what if people come to hurt you?"

"i'm not powerless, xiao."

"i don't wanna lose you or father." you can see his tears forming on his eyes.

"we're still here, xiao." zhongli comforted him. "we're not going anywhere. you won't lose us that easily." zhongli gestured xiao to take a seat inbetween you and him. xiao hesitantly sat down.

"do you think we can get your gnosis back?" paimon asked you.

"i doubt it but you can try, traveler. you're very powerful so maybe you have a chance."

"i want to come with." xiao said. "i will get your gnosis back."

"xiao.. it's okay if you can't. i might just retire anyways." you attempted to lighten the mood. "do not strain yourself over this, xiao." you kissed his forehead, patting his head.

"how did this happen though?" aether asked.

"so you're the fatui who wish to mess with my husband?" you asked, your glare sharper than nails as your dendro vision shines brightly on your waist. "give me back his gnosis."

"i don't think i can do that." childe said, sending you a smug look, "the tsaritsa already have it in their hands."

"you will pay for what you have done." if morax didn't make such a stupid contract... you thought as you summoned your claymore. "if i can't get it back, i will ruin the fatui one by one."

"i think you may regret your choice, mrs. archon." his words caught you off guard and just like that, you were pulled into a fight that you thought you could win.

vines and sharp leaves flew in the air as hits were traded. his power had surprised you greatly. just how powerful could the fatui get? you thought but quickly throwing the thought out and sending another hit to childe.

eventually, the fight was over. "surrender now, fatui." the end of your claymore hits the ground as you looked down at the fallen fatui.

but instead of surrendering, you hear him laugh. "bold of you to assume that i'll die that quick." you were blown back, your feet digging into the ground to keep you standing as you faced childe in a different form. foul legacy.

your eyes wide in shock as you take a step back.

"are you scared?" with just one swing, you can only see your fate. you're thrown onto the ground, feeling the electro energy surge through your body painfully. "i'll be taking this." his hand reaches into your chest and you can feel him tugging onto your gnosis.

"you're a monster.." you muttered out as your gnosis is now put in someone else's hand.

"i will get him for what he's done to you!" xiao stood up. you frowned slightly.

"i don't want you to get hurt, xiao. it's not worth it."

"but he hurt you."

"xiao." you give him a stern look. "your job is not to take care of me. it's to take care of liyue. need not worry for your mother, i'm still alive and breathing." zhongli looks at paimon and traveler, silently telling them to leave for now as he leaves with them.

"but.."

"no buts." xiao sits next to you, hands resting on his lap. you can see him shaking, whether it was out of anger or sadness, you didn't know. reaching a hand onto his back, you rub his back, talking to him softly, "this is not your problem, it's okay. i'm not gonna die. i'm still here."

"but what if you leave because your gnosis is gone?"

"well, your father isn't gone yet."

"i..." xiao struggles to speak, his throat tightening as he tries to gather the words he wants to say.

"take your time. breathe, xiao." you guide him.

"i...i don't wanna lose you or dad."

"and you won't. we are still here. we are still gods, just not as powerful. we won't die that easily. we've been here for so long, xiao. i won't ever leave you or zhongli so suddenly." your hand goes to brush his hair as you guide him to rest his head on your shoulder. and just like that, he can feel his tears pour out from the mere embrace from the one who took care of him for so many years. "my poor baby. you're stressing yourself out over so much. you're doing your best and that is all me and your father could ask for." you told him.

xiao is silently crying as he curled into you. a fond smile reaching your face as you can remember him as a child doing this whenever he got hurt. "you know this reminds me of when you always cuddled up to me when you hurt your knee playing with ganyu." the mood seems to lighten up a bit as you laugh at the distant memory.

xiao is still quiet as you held onto him. "would you like to eat?"

"can..can we make almond tofu?"

"anything for my baby."

[fabricated-misslieness]

♡〜i would DIE for a fluffy one-shot with Aizawa Shouta x male reader where the reader is a new teacher for class 1A (you can choose the subject) and Aizawa gets all nervous and stutters every time he sees the reader and one day the reader himself asks him out?-anon〜♡

Aizawa Shōta x male reader

Reader is a First Aid class teacher

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 1,182

“Good Morning class, I am your new First Aid teacher. Now, as students of the hero department, you…” Aizawa tuned the rest of your welcome speech out.

He was assigned to oversee your first few classes, to ensure that students would be well behaved and respectful of their new teacher. He considered his task quite unnecessary, as any teacher qualified enough to teach at U.A. was a pro-hero, and therefore able to handle a class of teenagers.

That said, he had actually volunteered for it - for reasons aside from 1-A being his homeroom class.

Why is that?

The moment his eyes landed on you, he was interested. Your reputation was quite renowned among heroes and civilians alike, but he wasn’t interested in all the people you’d saved, no; he was interested in how you behaved outside of forced smiles. Besides, you were cute, he couldn’t deny that.

First Aid teachers were largely stereotyped to be kindhearted and nice. He hoped you wouldn’t fall into that stupid happy-go-lucky personality.

“It’s basic, so I hope you can at least finish it within the period. Remember, this is not summative.”

Aizawa perks back up as he hears footsteps approaching him.

“(l/n) (y/n), nice to meet you.” You offer a hand.

He takes your hand, lazily yet firmly shaking it. “Aizawa Shōta, 1-A’s homeroom teacher.”

You nod, giving him a small smile. So far you seemed like a golden retriever, and he didn’t like bright people. “You know, I’ve never seen you around before.” Your tone was sly, as if you were about to cause trouble. “What’s your hero name?”

As usual, judging heroes based on their reputation. “Eraser Head.”

“Eraser Head?” You belt out laughing, causing most students to look your way. You quickly wave them off. “What’s up with that?”

“Ask Present Mic.” He didn’t want a second Hizashi that teased him, but at least you didn’t fall into the golden retriever category.

“He chose your name?” He catches a glint in your eye, a sort of envy, though he can’t be too sure.

“Yeah. I don’t mind it, since I really didn’t have any ideas.” Despite his words, he sighs tiredly. “That’s what pays off about being generally unknown, most people don’t know your silly hero name.”

“Well, I don’t find mine as silly as yours.” You laugh again, softer this time.

Aizawa takes note of how cute your laugh is, how your lips curl into an alluring smirk, and how your eyes narrow mischievously. It’s hard to keep his composure when you look at him like that.

He clears his throat, clearing himself of his previous thoughts. “(l/n)-”

“Call me (y/n).”

He flushes slightly, as you’d given him permission to use your given name. He finds himself hoping that it’s a privilege you don’t give to just anyone.

“(l/n)-san!”

You turn to Iida as he raises his hand. “Yes?”

At least, it seemed, you didn’t give the students the option to call you that. Iida proceeded to ask a question, which you answer smoothly.

When you turn back to him, you catch a sight of his slightly flushed cheeks. You raise a playful eyebrow, “What’s that about?”

“Wh-What’s what-”

“It’s just a given name, Shōta. Nothing to worry about.”

Apparently, it was something to worry about. As he’d seen at the teachers lounge or generally around, nobody referred to you with your first name. Aside from that hint, you would beam at him with a cute smile whenever you caught him staring or subconsciously wrap an arm around his waist as you talked with your colleagues.

It was clear you were interested in him, and Aizawa did not know what to do.

As it stood, even if you were merely talking about a certain troublesome student or tedious paperwork, he couldn’t keep his usual ‘i would rather be sleeping’ behavior.

“Bakugo’s quite a bother, isn’t he? He’s not even interested in taking care of civilians.”

“Y-Yeah, he’s quite the ra-rascal.”

Even if you should’ve known exactly what all his stuttering means, you seem to have no idea what kind of an effect you had on him.

“Feeling alright, Shōta?” You stare at him, clearly oblivious.

Aizawa stiffens up, trying to hide his ever growing blush. “Yeah… I’m just a little t-tired, you see.”

“If you say so…” You look down, eyebrows furrowed as you think, then turn back up to look at him. “Hey, you’ve been stuttering around me for a while now. Are you sure it’s just exhaustion?”

At this point he wasn’t sure if you were teasing him or not.

But, as he looks into your eyes and sees concern, he notes that you are genuine. Gosh, what he would do for you to gain a sense of awareness.

“I’m fine.” He reassures. “perfectly fine…”

Aizawa’s symptoms proved to be rather concerning for you. From stuttering, to red cheeks, to sweaty palms, he seemed far too sick to be in the workplace.

You knew him to be perpetually tired, always taking naps and always resting.

Symptoms of colds were incessant exhaustion, cold-sweat, obstructed throats, etc. Aizawa was showing a multitude of those symptoms.

This had worried you for a while, but as you stare at him talk to your colleagues, he seems perfectly fine.

Experimentally, you approach them and begin small talk. Aizawa reacts as you thought he would, stuttering and flushing red.

You cursed at yourself - in your mind of course - for being so oblivious.

He liked you just as much as you did him, but he contained it far less than you did.

“Shōta, hey!” You stop him in the hallway as he moves from one class to the other.

Immediately, he stiffens, though he tries his best to look normal - not that he’s very successful. “Hey, (y/n). H-How are you?”

“Good,” You beam at him as usual, though he can tell something’s different. “you?”

“Tired, as al-always… but I’m fine.” He rubs the back of his head, looking at everything but you.

“Listen,” You take his hand in yours, causing him to blush a soft pink almost instantly. “are you free this weekend?”

“Uh… yeah.”

“Would you.. perhaps…” You clear your throat, thinking of some weekend plans. Damn, you really hadn’t thought this through enough.

“Yes?” Aizawa’s tone was expectant.

“Want to go on a date?”

“Yeah! I mean, yes.”

You stare at him as you process his words. Yes… he said yes! Well, you knew he would, but hearing the words come out of his mouth was much more exciting than in your mind.

“Good!”

Suddenly, you remember that your students are expecting you. “We.. gotta go.”

“Yeah.” Aizawa nods nervously. Despite your impending duties, he really doesn’t want to leave you. Reluctantly, he pulls his hand away from yours, immediately missing the warmth it brough.

As he moves past you to leave, he leaves a kiss on your cheek. “Saturday.”

“Yeah.” You say to yourself excitedly. It’s only a few seconds later that you realize you hadn’t said that loud enough, which is why Aizawa is still there.

“Yeah! Saturday’s good.”

[spoonoftar]

Dark Lord Jaune and Silver Eyed Warrior Ruby AU #8

Author note: Well, this AU turned into fanfiction by accident. Probably I'll edit and put it in AO3 or smth when I'll end whole story. Sorry - no Lancaster in the chapter, but more AU's reality of this alternative timeline. Hope you like it.

Leonard: ...so that is situation in Mistral.

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Theodore: Situation is rather grimm, he? HE?

Ironwood: My gods, why this fool...!

Theodore: Come on, somebody has to break silence.

Senator1: It's not matter of jokes! He literaly obliterated numbers of Mistral's towns and villages!

Ozpin: And all this destruction was caused by one person? Are we sure? It is hard to belive.

Ironwood: What with Army? Police?

Senator2: *irittated* Army na Police have got own jobs to do. We were thinking huntsmen are qualified enought to caught single individual but we were proof wrong. Mayby if local headmaster wouldn't be stupid f-

Ozpin: Hold your words, Senator. Have you got a request for us, haven't you?

Senator2: Request?! *irritated* Request?!

Senator1: Mistral Council desided to ask all H.A. Headmasters for assistance. We give you a free regin in huntsman's organized activity, as well as all neccesery means.

Senator2: But we don't allowed foregins army or civil forces. Are we clear?

Ironwood: *Rolling eyes*

Senator1: It's very delicate matter. All infirmation are top secret and public news are limitted.

Ozpin: Good. We can't cause panic.

Senator1: So do you help us?

Theodore & Ironwood: *looking at Ozpin* *nod*

Ozpin: Yes.

Senator2: Good. I belive Leonard is able to introduce you to details.

*Hologram ends*

Theodore: What's a prick. You're life has to be hard Leo.

Leonard: You have no idea.

Ozpin: Let's summ up the situation. This invidual - Jaune Arc - is roaming in central and soundern-east regions of Anima. What are places profile?

Leonard: No connection. Rural villages, industrial towns, market outposts, fishermans settle, illegal mine with forced labour...

Theodore: Slavery? Don't tell me faunuses worked there.

Leonard: ...

Ironwood: Gods! Nowadays?! How it's possible?! And you allowed it?!

Ozpin: James, calm down. Anima is a huge continent with organized crime problem. It's not Leonard's fault.

Ironwood: If I were you-

Theodore: You'll turn Anima into snow desert, yes, we know. Is it something intresting in the terrorist's style?

Leonard: Some cities were only partialy ruined, again, with no specify - sometimes it's city center, sometimes... even house district. ... Usually with explosives. He take braeaks for three days up to three weeks. Never next to previouse place, however some regions are more common.

Ironwood: He's hiding his position. Can it be attack on Mistral Kingdom?

Leonard: Not necessarily. Some targets were outside Mistral's borders. I'll send you a map.

Theodore: *whistle* If the guy works alone...

Ironwood: How long you've got problem with him?!

Leonard: Five months.

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Ozpin: Any other informations?

Leonard: Not specially, I mean only family history but-

Ironwood: Like nothing currently?! His motives?

Leonard: Unknow.

Theodore: His goal?

Leonard: Unknow.

Ironwood: Semblence?

Leonard: Unknow.

Theodore: Do we know at least his weapon?!

Leonard: We found some slashes and punctures on bodies so we can assume he preferes blades in contact.

Ozpin: Assume?

Leonard: We haven't got witnesses. All huntsmans sending after him they- They were found dead or missing.

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Ironwood: Just wow.

Theodore: I start respect him.

Leonard: What?!

Theodore: Just think - some dude comes from nowhere, causes mayhem in the kingdom and plays on it's nose, slashing civilians and huntsmans alike and we know almost nothing! He isn't just some psycho-terrorist. The man must be some mastermind!

Ironwood: Well trained tactical genious. What a pity.

Ozpin: Leonard, you said we know about family history. Could you?

Leonard: Oh, er. The Arcs family was noble house from Vale but faded from historic books lately. The only living members were Jaune's family but almost everyone died in the house fire about four years ago. Jaune was missing and declared dead. Until now. The only relative is his sister living in Argus - we questioned her but she knows nothing and still doubts the terrorist is her brother. Also... We found he applied for Beacon Huntsman Academy.

Ozpin& Ironwood & Theodore: WHAT?!

Leonard: Um, four years ago when he was seventeen. His application was rejected.

Ozpin: *rubbing temples* I look at applications personaly but... I don't remember him.

Leonard: You looked at thousands students since then. Even your photographic memory can't help it.

Theodore: Do you think about the same James?

Ironwood: Were the fire and the rejection a circumatance? We'll never know.

Ozpin: Anyway somebody misguided this lonley boy and used his talents for evil. And we need to stop him. James, take data from Leonard and analise them again with your tech. Maybe we missed something.

Ironwood: Agree.

Ozpin: Theodore, you've got friends in the Underground, maybe they know something intresting.

Theodore: You've got this.

Ozpin: Leonard... Raport anything new to us. And survive chaos at your post.

Leonard: Oh. Ok.

Ozpin: I'll try to found some informations in Beacon's Database. And maybe about Arc House. Good luck everyone.

Holograms flashes before breaking connection, exept...

Ozpin: Something more Theodore?

Theodore: I prefered discuss it without Leo. I observed the situation in Mistral from some time with my... friends. And things doesn't look good. People already noticed all regions ruined and their relatives dead. Do you think a censorship is still good idea?

Ozpin: We must hold informations until we’ll juge circumstances. And then we’ll tell everything in controlled manier. We can't cause panic - mayby that's what the terrorist want the most.

Theodore: *nods slowly* OK. But we haven’t got much time. People want answers.

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Jaune: Achoo! (Come one, fifth time in a row? Somebody talks about me or what?)

He looks around, picks an tissue and wipe a nose. A walk continue.

Jaune: (That’a remind me. Do you really think I don’t notice a bug, Redhood?)

He picks it from inner layer of his coat, looks at tinny device. With small smirk he hides it in a pocket.

Jaune: Who knows, may it will be usefull. To have you near again. Ruby. What the hell happens with me?

A thin string breaks under a boot! Other curl around a leg! Jaune raced In air just to be hang on a branch!

Jaune: Fuck! *starts scrabble*

???: We got him?! Do we really got him?!

???: I can’t belive it works.

A purple hair woman goes through bushes and her team follows.

???: Grape, you’re genius!

Grape: Sometimes classic is the best, he he.

???: Victory goes to team GNGR!

???: Yea! What’s with this long face, Naranča?

Naranča: I just. He killed so many people and. It’s almost over. I.

???: Nara, your eyes sweating.

Naranča: Why you mast be so stupid, ugh!

???: Exacly, shut up Guava.

Guava: Look who’s talking, Mr. Rasp Berry!

Rasp: Do you have any isue with me?!

Guava: Nope, just your grades says all.

Grape: Boys, we don’t have time, we-

Jaune: You should aim at neck.

He flick out a knife in a sole and cut the string. He frees himself in the air and lands heavly with small vortex of forest dirt and leaves.

The team gulp loudly when Dark Lord rises from ground and in fluid manner pulls a sword and a shield out.

Naranča: Do we reatreat?

Rasp: To late to back off. *reaching back for his weapon*

Grape: Stay calm, we need be carefull and plan this well. Grab your weapons. We have adventage but…

Jaune: *smirk* It can be intresting.

[horansqueen]

New Angel - Chapter 19

story masterlist [x]

chapter 1  ☆ chapter 2  ☆ chapter 3  ☆ chapter 4  ☆ chapter 5  ☆ chapter 6  ☆ chapter 7  ☆ chapter 8 ☆ chapter 9 ☆ chapter 10 ☆ chapter 11 ☆ chapter 12 ☆ chapter 13 ☆ chapter 14 ☆ chapter 15 ☆ chapter 16 ☆ chapter 17 ☆ chapter 18

NOTES

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NIALL

When I woke up, Millie was still asleep, her lips parted as she snored softly. I stared at her a few seconds but decided to get up slowly and walked to the kitchen after closing the door gently behind myself. I started making coffee and grabbed my phone to check my notifications. I clicked on Louis' name and licked my lips trying to find a way to make this whole fight stop. Now that I was finally close with Millie, I didn't want to lose Louis, and even if I knew Millie was not ready to be friends with Louis again, the thought of the three of us being best friends together sounded amazing. I wanted it to be possible at some point and for that, I had to solve my problems with Louis.

'Hey mate, how about Millie, you and I spend sunday evening together?'

I didn't want to explain that it was to solve things and I didn't want to have to point out that it was only the three of us, meaning that he couldn't bring his girlfriend. I liked to believe that he was smart enough to understand that but the last few times he could spare Millie some pain, he didn't, and I felt the need to add something.

'Just the three of us, you know? Maybe we could save this friendship.'

I watched the coffee fall for a few minutes and finally poured some in my favorite mug before I heard my phone beep. I raised my eyebrows when I realized it was Louis, surprised that he was up this early, and sighed low of relief when I read his answer.

'worth a shot. i'll be there.'

Now, I just had Millie to convince. And I knew it was not going to be an easy task.

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It was not what I had expected. There were so many people in the apartment that I was starting to be scared someone would call the police on us. I kept going from the kitchen to the living room and even sometimes checked the bedrooms to make sure no one was breaking anything until Millie grabbed my arm to stop me and handed me a glass. I looked in her eyes and she raised her eyebrows, moving the glass closer to me. I stared down at it for a few seconds and finally grabbed it before swallowing everything in it. It burned down my throat and I grimaced, making Millie chuckle as she grabbed the glass from my hands.

"I wanted you to relax but if you empty that fast all the glasses of vodka I'll bring you, you'll be drunk in half an hour." she pointed, out, pulling on my arm.

I followed her and blinked a few times before she turned around to smile at me for half a second and finally looked back in front of her. It made my lips curl slightly too and when we reached the kitchen, she grabbed the bottle of vodka and filled my glass again.

"You're not drinking?" I asked, taking a sip from the drink she was handing me.

"No, I told you last night." she reminded me, shrugging a shoulder and leaning against the counter. "There's too many people and I want to make sure everything and everyone is alright."

"I thought we did that to celebrate our week together!" I argued, drinking what was left in my glass and making her chuckle.

"Yea well, I can do that without alcohol now can't I?" she shrugged, handing me what was left of the vodka bottle.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" I asked with half a smirk, taking the bottle and grabbing her fingers at the same time. "Trying to get in me pants, yeah?"

"Exactly." she replied with sarcasm, sending me a cheeky smile. "I love riding drunk idiots who can't make me get an orgasm."

She walked past me and I frowned, turning around and moving my fingers up, following her quickly.

"Okay first off I'm not drunk, and also I give intense and amazing orgasms, even when I'm drunk. Which I'm not, by the way." I stopped in the hall and frowned a bit. "Did you put drugs in that vodka or something?"

"No!" she replied, turning around swiftly to face me. I watched as her hair danced around her head and swallowed hard. "What did you eat today, Niall?"

"Uhm, oatmeal? And eggs."

"Like, ten hours ago?" she argued, shaking her head with her eyebrows raised. "I'll get you some candies okay?"

I chuckled, not really understanding how candies could sustain me but I followed her to her room anyway. I leaned against the door frame, watching as she opened a few drawers and came back with a big pack of sour patch kids, pushing it on my chest and making my lips curl more.

"I prescribe two candies for every sip."

"Yes, doctor." I joked, making her roll her eyes with a smile.

We walked out of her room and I heard her close the door but immediately, I lost my smile as I came face to face with someone I didn't remember inviting. I looked at her, her perfect lips parting and her big brown eyes staring into mine. Grace was gorgeous and I thought my heart would jump in my chest at her sight but it didn't.

"Niall, hey." she let out, pressing her lips together and placing a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Uhm, Cole invited me."

"Who?"

"Oh he's a guy I work with." Millie pointed out, sending my ex girlfriend a smile. "Hey Grace. I'll leave you too."

She grabbed my upper arm and squeezed it gently, sending me a fond smile, and disappeared in the mob of people.

I finally put my attention back on Grace and she licked her lips nervously, glancing at the hall. "Can we talk in private?"

I glanced at her hands, noticing she was playing with her fingers, and it made me think about my list. The only positive point I had time to write down was that I loved her, but now that she was here in front of me, I was not sure it was the kind of love that deserved to me saved. Grace was gorgeous, and I had hoped for a future together, but not anymore.

"Yea, alright.

We ended up in my room and I just sat on the bed, watching her close the door behind herself. My eyes followed her as she walked up to me and sat very close to me, her thigh brushing against mine slightly. I looked down at her pants rubbing against mine and was surprised when I realized it didn't do anything to me anymore.

"I miss you so much." I looked up at her and held my breath when I realized she was tearing up. "I get it, you know. You don't want to be with me anymore because I've hurt you, and I can't blame you. But I'd give anything for a second chance."

She grabbed my hand and squeezed my fingers but I couldn't get enough strength inside of me to do it back. She moved closer, sliding her other hand on my thigh and I looked down at it as my heartbeats accelerated. I felt paralyzed, torn between accepting her gesture and giving in one last time, or stopping her before it went too far. I closed my eyes, trying to make a decision but it's only when I felt her play with my zipper that my eyes opened quickly and I noticed she was on her knees.

"Grace, wait..."

"I just want to make you feel good." she whispered as I held my breath, my eyes roaming on her.

"I know, and I appreciate it, but Grace I can't." I got up and bent down to help her get up too but when my eyes met hers, I noticed she was tearing up.

"So, it's really over?"

That thought made my heart jump in my chest and I swallowed hard. I felt a bit dizzy and tipsy and I kept wondering if I would regret this in the morning. Would I regret not letting her put my dick in her mouth? But most of all, would I regret the words I was about to let out?

"Yes. It's really over."

Once again, she pressed her lips together but this time, I knew it was to stop the tears from getting out and as she turned around, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I grabbed it and answered without thinking of checking who was calling and my heart stopped for half a second when I heard Summer on the line.

"Niall?"

"Oh, hey, darling." I let out, glancing at Grace who had quickly turned around with a frown. "How are you?"

"Do you have a new girlfriend?" Grace asked, getting closer to me again.

She didn't seem mad at all but I could read pain in her eyes and it made my heart twist in my chest. Yes, Grace had hurt me, and perhaps I had wished that she would hurt just as bad a few weeks ago, but not anymore. If I could spare her the pain, I would do it.

"Niall? Are you with an other girl?" I heard Summer's voice again.

I closed my eyes, trying not to sigh, and shook my head slightly. "Yea, my ex girlfriend is here." I explained. "There's a party at my place."

"Oh, uhm, great!" she let out, making me frown slightly, my eyes still shut. "We needed a break! I'll see you!"

I opened my lips to answer something but she just hung up and I let my head fall back on my shoulders. I thought I'd spend a nice evening getting drunk and laughing with my friends but instead, my girl problems were all going to be there to ruin the mood.

When I opened my eyes, Grace was gone and even if I wouldn't admit it, it was a relief. I walked out of my room to join everyone and noticed Louis sitting on the couch, his girlfriend on his lap as they were both laughing with two guys I didn't know. I decided to go grab a beer in the fridge and started looking for Millie without much success. After twenty minutes or so, Louis noticed me and nodded as a greeting. I did the same and sent him a small smile that he sent back and just when I thought my heart was back to a normal beating, Grace appeared again in front of me. This time, she was clearly drunk and she moved so close to me that I took a small step back.

"I can't believe you replaced me so fast, Niall." she whispered, tilting her head and looking at me with tired eyes. "Is she prettier than me? Does she give better blow jobs than me?"

I frowned and shook my head slightly. I couldn't tell my ex girlfriend that Summer was clearly not ready to go that far. Not only was it none of her business but she was also too tipsy to really understand anything I would say.

"Grace, come on, I didn't replace you." I argued in a soft tone.

"No?"

"Of course not, you know it." I repeated, moving my chin down and opening my eyes more to look into hers. "I really loved you."

I thought it would ease the pain a bit even if I had used the past tense but I didn't think she'd actually just move closer and crush her lips against mine. I held my breath in surprise but it took me a few seconds to move away and when I looked up, I noticed Summer staring at me with sad eyes, her lips open.

"Holy shit." I murmured, knowing that even if I was theoretically single, there was a storm coming at me very soon.

"Wow, great way to get an answer to my confession." Summer let out, tearing up and shaking her head. "Fuck off."

She turned around, her long blond hair moving quickly in a ponytail, and I closed my eyes with a sigh. I knew I had to run to her and even if I really didn't want to have this discussion, I did it anyway.

"Summer, wait." I said calmly, grabbing her wrist gently and making her turn around. "Grace kissed me without telling me. I'm sorry, okay? You were not supposed to see that because it wasn't supposed to happen."

"That's such a relief." she added sarcastically again, taking her arm back and crossing them on her chest. "Did you miss me?"

I felt my heart twist in my chest and my lips parted. She noticed my hesitation and sniffed, wiping a single tear that was sliding down her cheek, making me feel extremely guilty.

"Did you take the time to think about what I told you, at least?"

"All I know is that I don't want a relationship for now."

Summer nodded slowly, looking away, and I knew she was making extra effort not to cry. I wanted to move closer and take her in my arms but something made me think it was not a good idea at all.

"Alright, well I need some time."

Quickly, she turned around and disappeared but this time, I didn't follow her. I just turned on my heels too and walked to the kitchen, opening the freezer to grab a bottle of jack. I didn't even take the time to take a glass and swallowed a long sip directly from the bottle. The glass was cold in my hand and I felt my fingers warm it but I took an other long sip, feeling my eyes water before to go back in the living room.

I realized I was not walking straight and that the room was moving only when I was close to the couch and I grabbed it to get my balance back before drinking again from the bottle even if I knew it was a bad idea. I took an other step, letting go of the couch and tripped on my own feet, falling on the hard wood floor. I was laying there, on my back, with a bunch of people looking at me, and I started laughing. The more I thought about everything that had happened on that night, the louder and harder I was laughing.

I kept laughing when Millie appeared, pushing people away and telling them to 'get the fuck away' from me, and also when she helped me up. I leaned against her, sending her an amused smile as I tried to contain my laughter but when she sent me mad eyes, I couldn't help but burst out again.

"Okay, you definitely need some fresh air." she pointed out, helping me out of the apartment, not even bothering to close the door behind us. "Then you can tell me everything that happened that made you want to intoxicate yourself until you can't even walk."

"Fuck love." I just replied, ignoring her comment. "I don't think I can ever love again. I won't fall in love ever again, until I die."

[satorihub]

hey hm i know ur still new to this and i hope this doesn’t scare u or summ but can u do a smut where both dabi and his s/o have a blood kink?? it’s totally ok if u dont want to tho!!

𝖆𝖗𝖎'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: dw angel! i know a bit about blood kink so yea, i think this is what u expected. i was really excited for my first nsfw request so i hope u enjoy this nonnie <3

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘: dabi

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 961

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: nsfw (under the cut), blood kink, knife play, cunnilingus, it has dumbification like.. once, dabi has a tongue piercing, fem!reader

SO SWEET ⋆ dabi

“You know, baby, you really shouldn’t bring any pretty stuff to the bedroom”, Dabi said as he looked at the little object that you’ve brought in your hands. “The only pretty thing that I need here is you”, he smirked knowing what his compliments did to you.

“I know”, you answered and started appreciating the little piece of heaven that you were holding with your calm. “But, with this, you can enjoy me even more, hm?”, you tilted your head to the side and looked at him with innocent eyes.

The knife that you decided to bring today was in fact interesting. Dabi wasn’t fond of you bringing cutesy stuff for sex, but he fond pretty interesting the object that you decided to show him: a knife — a pretty one if he’s being honest.

You probably ordered this somewhere that made personalized knives, because he noticed a little flame in the knife’s handle. How adorable, he thought.

Seeing that you decided to bring a special knife to the bedroom made Dabi smile. This was going to be different, and you both were going to enjoy it. 

"Come here, doll", he slapped his left thigh slightly, asking you to sit on it. "Let's see if this pretty little knife of yours can make you feel better than me."

You walked towards him, trying to ignore your cunny throbbing in the idea of using a knife with your boyfriend.

Sitting down on his thigh, you didn't have time to do anything else than kiss his rough lips. The kiss is slow, and Dabi passes his hands through every place of your body that he can — your cheeks, your neck, your hips, your thighs and your ass.

You left out a soft moan between Dabi's lips, and he — unfortunately for you — decided to stop the kiss.

"Lay down there for me", Dabi ordered and you did as he asked.

Feeling the mattress of the bed hitting your back was comfortable, while you fix yourself in the bed, you look down and see Dabi staring at your panties.

“Pretty little panties you’ve got here, doll”, he said looking at your black panties. “They’re so fragile, so soft, so cute… it would be a shame if, oh…”  you felt the cold metal of the knife passing slightly through your sensitive folds. Dabi just tore your panties.

"Oops… my bad, pretty girl", he chuckled and looked at you with his bright blue eyes. "Now that insignificant thing is out of my way", he placed himself between your thighs. "Let me show you that I'm the only one that can make you feel like this."

He passed the knife in your thighs, making a little way through your core. If Dabi knew something really well, it was how to tease someone.

The feeling of the knife passing through your skin made you feel so hot. Your body was burning like you finally went to hell, but at this moment, you're having sex with Satan himself. And you didn't care, you just wanted more and more, you needed Dabi eating you out, fingering you, fucking you. 

Honestly, you just needed Dabi.

He started licking the cut that he made on your skin, collecting all the blood running down your thigh with his tongue. Dabi's tongue piercing was just an extra at this point, the things that his man could do were impossible to describe. A whole new feeling, because when you were with him, you felt like a whole new person.

"Dabi… please", you breathed out.

"What is it, angel?", he started leaving hickies in your other thigh. "If you need something you have to tell me, hm?"

You couldn’t say anything, Dabi now was focused on the cut on your thigh, his hot breath giving you shivers down your spine.

"Do you want me to touch you there, doll?", he asked. "If so, you have to say it out loud."

Fucking tease, was all you could think.

"Dabi… please", you moaned. "Please, eat me out. I need you", you sounded like a desperate whore right now. But honestly?

You didn't give two fucks, because one of the hottest men you've ever seen in your life was playing with your sensitive clit with that goddamn piercing. 

You didn't even realize when you just became a whimpering mess because of Dabi's touch. He was making you feel so, so good. In a normal situation you would wonder why he's so good at this. But right now, you just need your boyfriend to fuck you with his tongue.

He stops eating you out and says, "you're so sweet, doll. I could eat you out for hours, and you would love that, wouldn't you?",  you just moaned a yes to him and he smirked knowing that just his tongue fucking you can make you go dumb.

He went back to eating you out, and you just knew that a place on your tummy was getting tighter and tighter.

"Dabi… I…", you tried to say something but you were almost experiencing the whole euphoria of the whole thing.

You don't know if he heard you, you just know that he kept tongue-fucking you hard, making you go crazy.

"Oh, Dabi", you moaned, feeling the place getting tighter. "Fuck, oh, Dabi… oh fuck, oh fuck!", you said and came into his mouth.

He decided to play a little bit with your puffy clit before anything and just looked at you and said.

"You're so sweet, doll. Your blood and your pussy are so good", he spoke and cleaned the sides of his mouth looking at you.

That knife was a piece of heaven in your life, but Dabi was the hell you decided to live in. And you weren't going back.

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Summ: You were being more clingier than usual and the boys were there to handle it 🥺

Characters: Todoroki, Tamaki, Hawks(Keigo), Shigaraki(Shiggy)

Code Words: Y/N= Your Name, E/C= Eye Color, S/C= Skin Color

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-Shoto Todoroki-

You decided to act clingy all day to test Shoto’s patience

Let’s just say- His reaction is absolutely not what you expected—

You followed him everywhere. EVERYWHERE

He was questioning it at first but decided to leave it be

Until he was laying on the couch and you came running up and pounding on him

He groaned at the sudden weight hitting his stomach

“Shit- I’m sorry Shoto-“ you quickly reply

“No it’s okay, I wasn’t expecting it thats all” laying your head on his lap he was toying with your waist a bit

It was quiet for a minute until he hit you with the question

“Is everything alright?” His voice was quite soft and humble

“Y..yeah why?” You were a bit nervous not knowing why

“Okay, just making sure. You’ve been stuck by my side since this morning. Not that I mind! I just thought maybe I wasn’t giving you enough attention so that’s why you were so retentive.”

You were quiet, not knowing how to respond

“I’m sorry if I wasn’t giving you enough, I’ll start paying more attention if you need me to. I just want you to be happy, so let me know if anything is on your mind, y/n”

You made the “🥺” face and couldn’t help but sniffle (Not from tears 🙄)

“You’re so sweet babe, I love you I love you I love you!! Were you sent from Heaven?” You say sitting up and filling his face with soft kisses

“I love you too, but no I wasn’t..I was sent from-“

You cut him off with a kiss, “It was a joke silly”

“Oh..Can I kiss you again?” He asked with a light pink tint on his cheeks

You nodded your head as your lips met again

“You’re so mysterious y/n, I love that most about you.” 🤍❤️

-Tamaki Amajiki-

See unlike Todorki, Tamaki always has a mini heart attack when you touch him

So if you were a bit clingy already, oh boy- Imagine him trying to remember how to breathe when you turn it up a knot -ch

He was in bed curled up a bit just relaxing and you came putting yourself against his chest

When I tell you this man nearly almost had a stroke I kid you not. He was caught off guard so bad he could’ve sworn he thought his life flashed before his eyes

He’s so sensitive to everything ESPECIALLY YOU

He got up and walked away, not knowing what to do

Now listen, he felt awful leaving you there but he didn’t have the confidence to hold you back yet

He went to take a shower, that’s when an evil idea popped up in your head 💡

You stripped off your clothes, gently walking over and moving the curtain aside

His back was turned towards the water as he was washing his face, that’s when you decided to grab around his abs and hug his biceps

You could feel his heart going at like 800 mph

He tilted his head back because he could feel your heart beating just as fast

“B..bunny, what are y..you doing in here?” He was so red but since your face was shoved in his back you couldn’t tell

“I just want to feel close to you” you mumbled, vibrations of your voice sending chills down his spine

He let out a small groan at the response “Mmn..a..are you f..feeling okay? Y..you’ve been..umm..w..well...clingier than usual-“

“Oh, I’m sorry Tama, am I stressing you out?” You ask lifting your head up a bit so he could hear you clearly

“N..no, I just... wanted t..to make sure my b...bunny was doing okay.”

Your face heated up so fast you hid behind his back again

“I love you bunny.” He said tilting his head back

You peeked up a bit “I l..love you too.” You were still embarrassed

“H..hey! Don’t laugh at me!” You couldn’t even form a sentence without stuttering

He turned around and held you into his chest

“You’re my little bunny, I’ll never let you forget that.”

You smiled against him, both of you quickly washing up to get out and snuggle

“You’re so s..soft bunny, it’s cute..the w..way you get flustered. I love you.” 💜

-Keigo (Hawks)-

You know how much of a soft boy he is for you

The way you kept following him up n’ down the stairs

Or the way he would get ready for his morning flight and you’d do the little grabby thing with his shirt and do puppy eyes

He was so close to just losing it

Usually your still a tad clingy not that he really minds so it wasn’t anything new

It wasn’t until you accidentally rubbed against his wings that he went “💥”

“Baby Bird, you’ve been acting so retentive(clingy) all day, what’s up with that?”

You shoved your face into his chest making him take a step back from impact

“I wanna cuddle..” your muffled voice followed with his hands around you

“Hey” he grabbed your face (gently) squeezing your cute cheeks causing you to look up at him

“If you wanted cuddles you could’ve just asked” picking you up he gave you a kiss on the cheek

“How could I say no to my little bird?”

You buried your face in his shoulder biting your lip

“I love you, my hero”

“I love you too, my baby bird” 💛

-Tomura Shigaraki-

As you know he’s the biggest jerk in the world 🙄

But he still shows love even though his heart is somewhat gone

He gives you kisses ALL the time

He may not seem like the type but believe me he just needs to know he’s accepted

So when you all of a sudden act all clingy

You won’t believe how embarrassed he is

Did you drink a love potion or sum?

You started off with peppering his face with kisses first thing

Mans just turned over and was like “📉📈📉📈”

Then as he was making breakfast you wrapped your arms around his waist that’s when he walked away

Had you standing there like “🧍🏽‍♀️”

He sat on the couch and you stood in front of the t.v

“What do you want from me?”

You walked over and sat on his lap, snuggling the back of your head on his shoulder

“Eh-Why are you doing this all of a sudden? Are you cheating on me?-“

How fast you turned around and kissed him reminding him of his place left him so shocked

“I love you, Shiggy and not ever, don’t even think about me cheating on you. Cause that will never ever happen.”

The way this man is just looking up at you, admiring every molecule/atom that made you up

He lost it, he hugged you so tight burying his face in your shoulder

“Thank you, y/n...I need you..don’t ever go”

“Where else am I supposed to go except your arms?” You say hugging him back

He smiled

“Now go away, I was enjoying the show before you ruined it”

You rolled your eyes before leaving a kiss on his forehead

“I’ll be in my room if you need me cranky”

He watched you walk away smiling

“I love you so much..” he whispered under his breath

“I love you too.”

“How did you hear that!?” You walked off giggling 🤍

Hope you enjoyed cutie 🙇🏽‍♀️💜

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¿Cómo se dice ‘I’m in Deep Sh*t’?

Summary: Due to unforeseen circumstances (and a bit of procrastination), Peter runs out of time to prepare for his Spanish presentation and ends up faking sick to buy himself some more.

He just wasn’t really counting on Tony being the one to pick him up from school.

Word count: 2,997

Genre: humor, fluff, whump

Link to read on Ao3

A/N: Based on a prompt from @coconutknightshade! 

Apparently it takes a village to write a story lol—thanks to @xxx-cat-xxx, @sallyidss, @fandomsficsandfeels, & @seek-rest for beta-reading and ideas, and @lunannex for Spanish help!

“What if I just like… fake my death?” Peter suggests as he hands his mentor a different sized wrench. “They can’t mark me down for not doing it if I’m dead, right?”

Tony, who is currently bent over their latest project (replacing the timing belt in May’s car), snorts. “As someone who’s been officially presumed dead more than once, can’t say I recommend it. Way too much paperwork.”

Peter sighs. “Can we stage a kidnapping then?” he says hopefully. “Or an alien abduction?”

Tony rolls his eyes. “It’s a four-minute speech, not the end of the world—though I have some experience with that too.” He holds out a hand. “Half inch ratchet.”

“A four-minute speech in Spanish,” Peter emphasizes, passing him the requested tool. “Which is a language I don’t speak.”

“Hence why you’re in Spanish class,” Tony counters. “With all the other kids who can’t speak Spanish.”

“But it’s also like ten percent of my grade,” Peter goes on as his mentor loosens the timing belt and removes it from the engine before handing it to Peter to set aside. “And I have to talk about what I do in a typical week, and it’s not like I can say I go patrolling or come over to the compound, so I’m gonna have to make stuff up—”

Tony interrupts, “Yo veo mucha televisión,” he says sagely.

“—and then what if I get up there and forget everything and just sound stupid?” Peter continues his rant. He groans and passes Tony the replacement belt. “Maybe I should just conveniently get the flu on Wednesday.”

Looking up from the engine, Tony raises an eyebrow at him. “Are you really this stressed about it? Because if you need to focus on school, I could just finish this up myself.”

Peter sighs again and runs a hand through his hair—he hadn’t meant to complain this much, he’d just kind of gotten on a roll after Tony asked him how school was going. “No, no… I wanted to come over—really. And I’ve got three more days to work on it, it’s just like… ugh. I should have taken German instead.”

Tony huffs out a short laugh. “Pretty sure they have to speak in German class too.”

“Yeah but MJ’s not in German…” Peter mutters under his breath.

“What was that?” Tony asks, elbow deep in the engine block.

Peter expels a breath. “Nothing, it’s fine,” he says a bit more audibly, trying to convince himself as much as his mentor. So what if the most observant and shrewd person in his year also happens to be in his Spanish class?

(And so what if he might have a bit of a crush on her?)

Tony chuckles. “You’ll do great, kid,” he assures. “Just make sure you practice.”

Peter forces a smile. “Right, yeah, of course.”

X

Practicing, however, turns out to be easier said than done.

With finals fast approaching, it’s crunch time for all of Peter’s classes. Whatever spare moments he has over the weekend are spent finishing up his Animal Farm essay for the English summative and cramming for his geometry test Monday morning. The upcoming Spanish presentation hangs over his head, but it’s more annoying than anything else. He figures it should be fairly simple to actually bullshit something and translate it if he just sits down and does it (which, ironically, somehow makes it easier to push off).

He’s intending to work on it Monday evening, but a winter storm hits that afternoon, dumping eight inches of snow and ice on the city. Peter spends most of his patrol assisting with minor traffic accidents and helping stranded motorists scrape ice from their vehicles or shovel cars out of parking spaces. By the time he gets home late that night, he’s too exhausted to do much more than sit on the couch with May and drink cocoa while she watches Grey’s Anatomy reruns.

Oh well. He’s still got time.

Peter tries to make good use of his study hall on Tuesday, but the period ends up being kind of a wash. He spends half the time attempting to come up with something to say that is both interesting enough to make him seem not totally lame while still believable enough to fool MJ, and the other half messing around on his phone and trying to recall the name of the annoying song stuck in his head.

(It was ‘Goodbye’ by The Spice Girls.)

He’s intending to finish the presentation Tuesday evening after he gets home, but then Ned throws an unexpected monkey wrench into his plans just before the final bell rings.

“So I gotta be there early for warm ups, but my mom will pick you up around six, okay?” he tells Peter as they pack up their book bags.

Peter frowns, confused. “...Pick me up?”

Ned tilts his head. “Unless May can give you a ride after all? But I thought you said she was working tonight, right?”

All of a sudden it clicks—tonight is Ned’s first band concert. He’d taken up percussion a few months back in an effort to beef up his extracurriculars for his college applications. Peter agreed to go to the performance weeks ago.

“Oh right right right,” Peter quickly covers. “Six is great. I’ll see her then!”

Ned beams. “Awesome! My sister and her boyfriend are coming too, so we might go out to celebrate afterwards!”

“Yeah, awesome!” Peter agrees, forcing a grin. “That should be really fun.”

(Oh yeah, he’s screwed.)

X

The concert was cool. Ned hit that triangle with all the required enthusiasm whenever his parts came up, and Peter flashed him loads of encouraging thumbs-ups from the audience. When it was over, they all went out to Denny’s for some mediocre late-night pancakes and the usual Leeds family banter. All in all, a pretty fun night.

When Peter gets home a little after ten, he opens his Spanish doc in one tab and promptly falls into a YouTube hole in another while looking for background music. He’s still grinning when he closes out of his fifth vine compilation video in a row until he checks the time a second later and the grin dissolves. It’s 12:03 a.m.

Oops.

Study hall Wednesday morning will be his saving grace, he’s sure.

X

So, of course, a fight has to break out right outside of the library.

It’s not too bad—the two instigating students are hauled away by security with a couple bloody noses and black eyes, and a few other kids are taken down to the office for questioning. Peter was far enough removed from the action that he doesn’t have to come along, but the whole debacle eats up all but the last ten minutes of the period so when the bell finally rings, he’s got precisely five words written down:

Hola, me llamo Peter Parker.

(Suddenly all those jokes about faking his own death are starting to sound a lot more appealing.)

Or if not my death, he thinks as he trudges down the hall in the direction of his Spanish classroom, cold dread pooling in his gut, then at least…

He stops walking, glancing sideways into the brightly lit office just off the hall. The elderly nurse is sitting at her desk, glasses half-way down her nose as she reads a paperback novel with the picture of a Christmasy log cabin on the cover.

No. He can’t. He doesn’t lie.

...Unless…

No. May’s at work. She’d have to leave early to come and pick him up.

Okay, but it’s not like you do this often, his brain counters. Hell, you came to school with a concussion and two cracked ribs last month and didn’t say a word about it. May can take one for the team just this once.

Peter slips into the bathroom across the hall and waits there until the bell rings to signal the end of passing period, and then an additional five minutes on top of that to add some credibility to his act. He splashes a bit of cold water on his forehead and around his neck, and then works himself up with some heavy breathing before exiting the bathroom.

Folding his arms over his stomach, Peter moves shakily across the hall back toward the nurse’s office, making an effort to look as unwell as possible. A passing student eyes him suspiciously and gives him a wide berth, so he figures he must be doing something right.

Steeling himself with a shuddery breath, he steps into the office.

“Hall pass?” the nurse asks without looking up from her book.

“Um, no, I don’t have one, uh…” Peter’s heart is fluttering in his chest. “I just… I’m not feeling good.”

Eyes still on the page, the nurse silently taps a finger to a sign on the wall just behind her desk which reads: PASSES REQUIRED FOR ALL STUDENTS.

Peter swallows hard. C’mon, Parker—commit. “Right, but, uh, I came from the bathroom.” He hugs himself a little tighter and looks down. “My stomach really hurts. I was throwing up and, uh… stuff,” he concludes, deciding that in this case, less is more.

The nurse’s expression softens. She lowers her novel and gets to her feet with a small sigh. “Well, there is a bug going around,” she concedes, gesturing for him to sit down on the cot in the back of her office.

Peter keeps his responses vague when she requests more specific information on his symptoms, mostly offering shrugs or short, mumbled answers. She checks his temperature and seems slightly suspicious at his lack of fever, but he makes up for it by getting up suddenly and darting into the nurse’s bathroom.

When he emerges—exactly seven minutes and two new levels of Candy Crush later—Peter makes sure to keep his eyes averted from the nurse’s gaze and his movements slow and a little unsteady, one hand hovering over his stomach. She gives him a bottle of Gatorade and a couple of crackers and tells him to lie down until May comes to pick him up.

“I got ahold of her,” the nurse informs, sounding more sympathetic now. She slides a small garbage bin beside the cot. “She says she’s just finishing something up at work and then she’ll be right over.”

“Thank you,” Peter mutters tiredly. He doesn’t even have to act for that part—between the stress of his upcoming finals and his last couple of late nights, he really is exhausted and he has a bit of a headache. It makes him feel just the slightest bit better about pulling May away from her shift that there’s at least something physically wrong with him, even if it isn’t what he’s claiming.

Under the thin fleece blanket the nurse gives him, Peter manages to drift off to sleep.

X

But it turns out, today is just really not his day.

“No fever yet, but sometimes with these kinds of bugs that doesn’t come until later,” Peter overhears the nurse explaining in a low voice. He’s lying curled up on the cot, face toward the wall. “If that happens, just remember that he needs to be fever-free for 24 hours before returning to school.”

“Oh, I have a feeling that won’t be a problem,” a familiar voice that definitely does not belong to Aunt May replies.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter’s eyes snap open fully and he sits up in a hurry.

Tony and the nurse are standing together beside her desk, chatting quietly. Tony turns to look at Peter, face straight but eyebrows raised in amusement. “Oh would you look at that—he lives,” he remarks. “Feeling any better, Pete?”

Immediately, Peter wraps an arm around his stomach and does his best to look ill. “Uh, no, not really... but, um wh-what are you doing here?”

“The hospital is a little short-staffed today and your aunt was having trouble finding someone to cover her shift,” Tony explains, keeping his expression perfectly neutral. “She called to ask if I minded picking you up. You know”—his eyes narrow—“since you’re so sick.”

(Peter gulps. He’s starting to wonder if maybe he’ll be sick after all.)

“So of course, I told her I would,” Tony goes on. “I mean, if you’re feeling this bad, we could hardly just leave you here...”

Peter has to force himself to meet Tony’s gaze. “Right. Um, thank you. That’s super nice of you.”

“Well, you know me, Tony Super-Nice Stark,” his mentor says with a small chuckle as he steps closer to the bed.

“Now, with stomach bugs, the biggest concern is going to be dehydration,” the nurse continues. “So you’re going to want to push fluids, especially if he’s having di—”

“Fluids, got it,” Peter cuts her off, feeling his cheeks heat up. He gets to his feet and starts moving toward the door, but Tony halts him by grabbing his arm.

“Hey, hey, slow down, kid,” Tony tuts at him. “You were just looking like you might pass out a minute ago.” He presses his palm to Peter’s forehead and glances over to the nurse, eyebrows pinched together in the semblance of concern. “He’s kinda flushed, right? Maybe we should check his temperature again.”

“It’s fine,” Peter mutters, barely managing to suppress an eye-roll. “I think I just need to go home and sleep.”

“Sleep is probably the best thing for him,” the nurse agrees, nodding. “But going back to dehydration, if at any point it’s been more than five hours since he’s last urinated—”

“Mr. Stark, c’mon…” Peter whines quietly, nudging the man toward the door.

Tony holds up a finger to shush him—there’s a twinkle in his eyes that’s honestly driving Peter mad. “Hang on, kiddo. This is all very important information. In fact”—he pulls out his phone and opens the notes app—“let me just write this down. So you said if he hasn’t peed in five hours…?”

The nurse goes on to happily share her wealth of knowledge regarding stomach viruses with his mentor. Tony nods along to her advice, looking genuinely interested the entire time, occasionally interrupting to ask pertinent questions. Meanwhile, Peter just stands there, quietly dying a little inside.

Finally, she concludes her little spiel and Tony thanks her politely, then asks, “You wouldn’t happen to have a bin or bag or something we could take with us, would you? I just got the car detailed recently—hate for that to go to waste.”

Peter lets out another low groan. “Mr. Stark…”

“Ah, I have just the thing!” the nurse says. She bustles over behind her desk and produces a plastic sand pail with assorted Paw Patrol characters on it. “I get these from the dollar store,” she informs. “They don’t look like they hold too much but you’d be surprised!”

Tony grins. “That’s perfect. Thank you so much, Alice.” Looking to Peter, he asks, “Need the bathroom before we leave?”

Rolling his eyes at his mentor, Peter takes the bucket from the nurse with a muttered “thanks” and strides directly out the door.

X

Tony doesn’t say anything for the entire walk to the car, but Peter’s mind is happy to fill the silence with dread and anxious thoughts as he imagines all the various ways his mentor might chew him out about this. Stupid Spanish presentation—he should have just winged it after all.

The moment that both he and Tony are seated in the vehicle and the car doors are shut behind them, Peter sets the bucket down on the floor and covers his face with a groan.

“Alright, let’s get it over with,” he mutters into his hands. “Lay it on me.”

“Just to clarify,” Tony begins, sounding a bit more serious. “You’re not actually sick, right? This was just to get out of your presentation?”

“Yeah, I dunno...” Peter admits, feeling defeated. “I was planning to work on it—I swear. Just, well, there was all this stuff due for my other classes, and then the snowstorm, and all these commitments just kept coming up, and I just kinda... ran out of time. Figured if I got sent home I could buy myself an extra day or two.” He sighs deeply, lowering his hands to look up at his mentor. “Are you gonna tell May?”

Tony huffs out a short laugh. “Honestly? I think you’ve suffered enough.”

Peter blinks at him, surprised. “Wait, seriously?”

“You listened to a school nurse describe the BRAT diet for three whole minutes,” Tony says with a snort. “I don’t think any lecture May or I could give would top that.”

“God,” Peter groans, running a hand over his face. “If I hear the word ���binding’ used one more time…”

“But,” Tony says, holding up a stern finger as he starts the car. “As soon as we get back to your place, we’re finishing up that presentation in time for your miraculous recovery tomorrow, got it?”

“We?” Peter raises an eyebrow at him. “Do you even speak Spanish?”

Tony waves a hand dismissively. “I know French and Italian—close enough. More importantly, I am fluent in the language of bullshit, kid. I once convinced an entire board of investors that not adding a clock feature to the new Starkphone prototype was a philosophical statement about the ‘futility of time as a construct’ rather than an embarrassing oversight caused by deadline crunches, no sleep, and more caffeine flowing through my veins than red blood cells.”

“And how did that go?” Peter asks.

“Sold twelve thousand shares that day. And I got to meet the Dalai Lama.”

Peter just snorts.

“Oh, and there was this other time,” Tony goes on wryly, “when I helped my intern play hooky to get out of a school presentation by convincing the nurse he had the shits.”

Peter leans back against the seat with a heavy sigh. “I’m never doing this again, Mr. Stark,” he mumbles.

X

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Heyooooo I stumbled across your blog and IM IN LOVE HOLY CRAP 🥺💕 I was wondering if I could request an ateez reaction to reader confessing/them finding out that a diff member was readers bias before they started dating? 👀

A/N: Thank you so much! And so I kind of tried to twist this request so I could get both ideas in there. I hope you like it! Sorry it took me forever lmao

Summary: You confess to Ateez and they are surprised (but relieved) because they had thought another member was your bias. 

Hongjoong:

Joongiieeeeeeeeeee

Sweetheart

SO nervous to tell you he likes you

He sits you down in an empty room so the guys won’t interrupt

His hands are shaking

As soon as you sit down he’s rambling

stuttering a lot

trying his best to keep his cool but failing miserably

now you’re nervous bc you don’t know why he wanted to talk in the first place

you’re brain is like “he’s gonna tell you he doesn’t want to be your friend” or summ

so all of a sudden you’re just like “JOONGIE I LIKE YOU”

and he shuts right up

he :o

You’re so worried that you just messed up your entire friendship but you really wanted him to cut to the chase and it just popped out

Then he starts smiling

kinda creepy bc he still hasn’t said anything

when he finally snaps out of it he’s yelling

OMG OMG OMG ME TOOOOOO

and he’s squishing your cheeks and giving you Eskimo kisses aw

but then he stops and you’re blushing like crazy

and he blurts “thought you liked Mingi but ill TAKE IT”

“Well I do but like….not like that…”

He’s smiling and asking you so many questions bc he wants to know your comfort level and boundaries and everything before you guys even make it official

just a happy baby and is so excited to be with you 

Seonghwa:

Honestly with him, it’s an accident

one day you’re hanging out like normal

but you cannot stop staring (but I cant blame you)

He catches you and he blushhhhh

You smile, but he’s so dreamy you’re kind of out of it honestly

And it just comes out

“I like you, Seongie”

Whoops

Takes you a minute to register what you even said, but his eyes are huge

he’s like excusez-mhwa (lol see what I did) I thought you liked Wooyoung

And you get this weird burst of confidence, like since it’s already out there

and you repeat yourself

“I literally just said I liked you”

Then he smiles super big 

moves towards you super quick

Kisses you straight out the gate no question

When he finally pulls away you’re like 

“Does that mean you like me too?”

“yes”

“good”

and he makes quick work of telling everybody bc he’s so thrilled

Yunho:

(Can you tell im loving the ears?)

Teddy bear baby

You’re doing some platonic cuddling one day and watching a movie

Probably a scary movie

And every once in a while you hide your face in his chest bc it’s too scary

and he’s so endeared

you’re like I need someone to protect me (but he misses that very obvious flirtation)

“Lemme get jongho”

DUMBASS

and you straight up tell him no

“Why not I thought you like him”

“Want you to protect me”

Yunho just blank-face stares at you

totally not getting it

Would never imagine you could like him over jongho

poor baby doesn’t know his worth

So you just tell him like, homie, I like you come cuddle

He smiles so big “OOOhhhhhh”

Jumps back into cuddles without argument

mumbling into your hair about how much he likes you too and how long he’s been waiting to tell you and thank god you don’t like jongho and AHHHH

“shut up im still tryna watch the movie”

straight up turns the TV off 

cheeseball force-cuddles you for the rest of your life while simultaneously texting the group chat like “guess who just confessed!!!!”

the guys text back like “ey you finally did it?”

“me? no y/n”

Yeosang:

the day you resolve to tell him you like him ends up being a day where he’s super tired

so when you tell him you like him he cant even register what just happened

“what” x60

and then he figures it out and he’s like “oh ditto just thought you were crushing on Hongjoong)”

DITTO?! you totally ignore the hongjoong comment bc…. YOUR CRUSH LIKES YOU BACK 

you’re excited now and he’s trying so hard to match your energy but poor baby just cant right now

“since you’re my girlfriend now can we cuddle”

Duh, who would say no to that?

And then you’re cuddling and he’s half asleep on you and you’re so excited and fidgety

He keeps waking up to pinch you so you’ll stay still

like “SORRY IM SO FULL OF LOVE”

and he’s giggling

He is genuinely happy but he’s so sleepy

so he just squeezes you too him as hard as he can being that tired

and you eventually calm down enough to stay still

and he’s like thank god

“if you’re like this every time im trying to sleep im breaking up with you”

“ALREADY?!”

San:

Since he’s typically super high energy and hyper its really hard for you to get him to chill out long enough to confess

but when he sees that you’re really nervous he gets super worried about you bc he cute like that

and he’s fussing over you

feeling your forehead and holding your hands and offering to get you water and making you sit down

“SAN CHILL IM JUST NERVOUS BC I LIKE YOU”

big ol’ gasp

“but what about Yunho”

Boy what are you talking about

“you like him”

No, you

Really?

SAN DO YOU WANT TO BE WITH ME OR NOT

“oh for sure”

Big cheesin’

Kisses all over your face and then runs to find the guys

screaming the whole time

Mingi:

The day you tell him you’re just hanging out with the members

and you’re all watching different music videos for fun and just being excited about the stuff you love together

and one of their videos pops up in the queue and you’re LIKE SEONGHWAAAAAAAAAAA (just bc he’s your buddy and you wanna hype him”

Mingi is pouting already

obviously he loves his hyung but like hey

Mingi’s bitter “what does he have that I don’t…I have stuff he doesn’t: im taller….”

And obviously you hear his mumbling 

and you just give him kissy on his cheek

He’s so surprised

then he shows up in the music video and you flip out even more just to prove you like him

and he gets the message and does that laugh

WAHAHAHA

ya know the one

and he grabs you and your back is pressed to his chest and he’s kissing the top of your head repeatedly

the guys finally yell at you to stop or leave like aint nobody tryna see that

so you guys take their advice and scoot for Date #1

Wooyoung:

you didn’t actually tell wooyoung that you liked him

you were telling your friend over the phone and he overheard you

nosy fool

but as soon as he hears you gushing he stops to listen

fully thinking that you’re talking about San

but then he hears his name and he screams “ME?!”

and runs to scoop you up and spins you so fast you drop your phone

then he picks it up and tells your friend byebye

gives you smooches all over your face not realizing that you’re literally dying of embarrassment 

he literally just heard you whining about how bad you wanna kiss him and being super mushy and gross 

Wooyoung does not care, he’s just relieved that you like him too

“we’re dating now”

kisses you on the lips for a little then he’s like “CAN I TELL EVERYONE”

and you still haven’t said anything bc you’re so shocked and embarrassed

but he doesn’t wait for you to answer he just runs out while you stand there with wide eyes and swollen lips 

Jongho:

Jongho is really shy around you already

And he thinks that you like Yeosang so he is always careful

doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable and he’s so respectful always

so when you sit super close to him one day he’s so stiff

and doesn’t want to move away bc he likes you and also doesn’t want you to be offended

but also doesnt want to do anything wrong

You sigh and you look at him

he melts

“Jonho can I tell you something”

uhoh

immediately assumes he did something wrong and tries to scoot away

but you grab his hand and he stays

“I like you”

He exhales so loud, he was holding his breath and he didn’t even know

he smiles and tells you he likes you too

but since there’s other people in the room he refuses to do anything

like he’s a romantic and he wants your first moments as an official couple to be only yours

so he takes you to another room and kisses you super soft

just so loving as soon as you tell him

cant wait to spend time with you as more than just friends 

[bytheangell]

This Is the Coda That Never Ends... Part 15

(Read on AO3) (Read from the start)

This is not at all how Magnus pictured the rest of his night going. 

“Great, she wants them back! So, what now?” Simon asks, clapping his hands together in anticipation. 

Standing beside him Magnus hears Alec mutter “I’m going to kill him,” under his breath while his hands clench at his sides. 

Magnus wonders if Simon truly understands what he’s just done, even if he didn’t exactly dissuade the idea himself. 

Magnus meets Clary’s gaze and sees the same girl who came to him to get her memories back just a little over a year ago, fierce and determined, and gives her a small nod. Honestly, he didn’t really expect any other answer from her once the offer was on the table.

“Alexander…” Magnus starts, chancing a glance over at his husband to see the thinly veiled frustration and annoyance there, wondering how much of it is directed at him. “Can we talk privately for a minute?” 

Alec actually looks like he might tell him no for a second before his expression softens ever so slightly. 

Magnus offers a quick half-smile, half-grimace to the group. “Pardon us. Just going to steal my darling husband for a moment, we won’t be long.” 

By the time he’s done speaking Alec is already halfway across the room so Magnus follows Alec out of the front door Simon left open, shutting it behind them. 

“What were you thinking, Magnus? You know the whole point of this is to keep her from remembering too much, and now you’re just offering to throw her memories back at her like it’s nothing?” Alec is, rightfully, feeling a little betrayed by Magnus siding with Simon, he can tell. He certainly doesn’t blame him. 

“She’s getting her other memories back, Alec. All on her own. But the ones we took from her? SImon’s right, she’ll never have them again unless we get them back. She didn’t choose to give those up, we did that.” Magnus reminds him. 

“I know,” Alec admits. “But this wasn’t the plan. I should’ve known better than to let Simon get too close to this…” 

“Don’t be too hard on him, Alexander. He only wants his friend back,” Magnus points out. “Tell me you wouldn’t have ruined any plan to do the same for Jace if it were him?” 

Alec opens his mouth, hesitates, and closes it again. “That doesn’t make it right,” Alec says finally. “He knew exactly what he was doing. Both of you did. We could’ve talked it over first, but now…” 

“Easier to ask for forgiveness than permission,” Magnus says, and there’s a hint of a question behind the words, asking for a bit of forgiveness of his own. “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t look her in the eyes and lie about this. She never wanted the truth hidden from her, not even as a child; Clary fought it every time Jocelyn brought her to me, you know.”  

Sometimes Magnus thinks that Alec forgets his history with Clary and her family, with Jocelyn and Luke and Valentine. He watched her grow up, he shaped her childhood by taking those memories and experiences away from her at her mother’s request - Clary’s more than just someone who wandered into his life a year ago. 

“Good to know she’s been nothing but trouble her entire life, and not just since Jace bumped into her outside Pandemonium,” Alec says with a roll of his eyes. 

Alec is tense. Magnus knows how much he hates things being out of his control. Clary’s memories returning, Simon not blindly following his instructions the way they know Izzy, Jace, and Underhill would (hell, even Magnus was determined to play along for now before Simon broke ranks first), he can sense his husband silently panicking the more variables slip out of his control.  

“If we lied to her about this she’d never trust us again. We can’t help her if she won’t come to us. What if she tried to go to the police? What if she ended up turning to someone who’d take advantage of her to help? We’re her best shot,” Magnus points out, standing by the decision he made in the moment. 

“I wish I never knew about any of this,” Alec says finally. “If she just got her memories back, and came to us afterward… but you know I can’t let this happen without telling the Clave now. They’re going to want to track her, to monitor everything she does, everywhere she goes. This is exactly what I was trying to avoid by not getting involved but she just had to ruin it by showing up at the Institute, didn’t she?” 

Magnus knows things haven’t been easy for Alec this past year. Even before he was Head of the Institute, covering for his siblings, for their involvement with Clary from the start, has always been something that left him uncertain. It only got worse as Head of the Institute, and then Consul. ‘The Law is the Law’ holds a lot more weight when you are the Law, but just the fact that Alec’s here, now, shows he’s still willing to follow his heart over the rules, and that’s part of the reason Magnus has grown to love him over the years. 

“You could’ve ignored Izzy’s calls,” Magnus points out. “Or said something to the Clave the moment she told you what happened with Jace. You didn’t have to come here today. I didn’t have to buy her art, or offer the loft as a place to take her, or show up tonight when Simon called me. We both know you care too much to just ignore her while this happens, Alec.” 

Alec sighs again, but this time the frustration is with himself. “Yeah, well, it’d be a hell of a lot easier if I could.” 

Magnus smiles softly and reaches out to place a hand on Alec’s shoulder. “Last I checked, the man I fell in love with never took the easy way out of anything.” He leans in for a kiss, a short, chaste press of lips that has the tension melting out of Alec’s shoulders and arms immediately as he leans into it. 

“How about you go do whatever Shadowhunter things you need to do about this, maybe give Luke a heads-up on the ‘returning Clary’s memories of him’ development? Clary didn’t seem to react negatively to seeing me again, so I’ll stay and take care of things here.” Magnus suggests, the words coming slower and with more weight than a casual offer to ‘babysit’ the others. He doesn’t outright say what taking care of things here entails but the way Alec’s eyes narrow shows that his ever-intuitive husband suspects the implications. 

“Magnus-” Alec starts, but Magnus shakes his head. 

“Just let me take care of this,” Magnus repeats, cutting him off. He doesn’t want Alec to be entirely in the dark - this isn’t the sort of thing he wants to do behind his back. But he wants Alec to have all the plausible deniability in the world in case there’s fallout. He is, after all, the Consul. “We’ll be fine. I promise. I’ll meet you back home.” 

“If anything goes wrong-” 

“Nothing will, but if it does you’ll be the first person I call. Now go,” Magnus says, giving Alec one last kiss goodbye before making a shoo-ing motion with his hands. Alec hesitates and Magnus wonders if he’ll let this happen without him, but then Alec nods, turning and waiting expectantly for the portal Magnus opens for him back to Alicante before returning inside to the others. 

“Where’s Alec?” Izzy asks immediately. 

“Alexander had some business to attend to,” Magnus says candidly. “And so do we. Lorenzo, we’re going to need a few things from your workroom.” 

Lorenzo considers Magnus for a moment, shooting a questioning glance Clary’s way which earns him a small nod of confirmation from Magnus. 

“I suppose dinner can wait, then,” Lorenzo says, waving his hand back towards the kitchen and sending a flow of yellow magic that direction. “Which one is it?” He asks. 

“Valak,” Magnus informs him. 

“Of course it is. Surprised he even took them after the last time,” Lorenzo comments casually before turning and vanishing down a side hallway. 

“What’s going on?” Clary asks, whipping her head back and forth between the two warlocks so fast she may very well give herself whiplash. 

“Nothing is going on,” Izzy states, glaring at Magnus and crossing her arms. “Because we are not doing this behind my brother’s back. No way!” 

Magnus moves closer to her so he can lower his voice in response. “Isabelle, your brother left me behind to take care of things here,” he explains, hoping she’ll catch his drift without him implicating Alec in more than he should out loud. The more everyone believes this is him acting on his own, the better. “If you’d like to join him, just say the word. We’ll be fine here if you need to go finish some reports.” 

He’s giving her the same out he gave Alexander - if she’d rather keep her nose clean of this, go back to the Institute now and claim she had no knowledge of his immediate plans, he wouldn’t blame her. Studying her reaction he knows her answer before she even opens her mouth again:  her expression shifts from that immediate stubborn flash of anger to concern the moment she looks over at Simon and Clary who are talking quietly amongst themselves. 

She doesn’t want to leave them. He doesn’t blame her for that, either. 

“I’ll stay,” she settles. 

“Alright then,” Magnus confirms with a nod, placing a hand on her arm and giving it a light squeeze, a small act of reassurance.  

“I don’t suppose there’s any hope this is being relocated elsewhere?” Lorenzo asks upon his return. 

“Only if you’re kicking us out,” Magnus states. “It would be the most convenient, however - the warding against anything going wrong is already the strongest in the city, outside the Institute but we’re hardly going there.” 

“What could go wrong? Magnus, what are you doing?” Clary asks, still confused. 

“Exactly what you wanted, Clarissa,” he says, slipping back into the name she told them to use back at his loft. This is about to become much more stressful for all of them, so the most at ease he can keep her with small considerations like that, the better. “We’re getting your memories back. Well, some of them, like Simon said.” 

Clary eyes the supplies in Lorenzo’s arms warily. “And it’s dangerous magic?” 

The group shares a look, each one silently asking the others who is going to be the one to break it to Clary that they’re about to summon a demon and hope she doesn’t freak out 

“Your memories were given to a memory demon. It’s the safest way to guard them, after all, anything else can be broken or tampered or lost forever. We just have to summon him and get them back,” Lorenzo explains matter-of-factly. 

“A what?” Clary replies. 

“It’s a very simple summoning. He’ll demand something in return, probably a memory from each of us because he’s terribly dull and predictable, and then you’ll get yours back and we’ll be on our way,” Magnus elaborates. 

“No way. Magic is one thing but I’ve seen enough horror movies to know you don’t mess around with summoning demons. I know you said you weren’t some creepy cult but all the signs are stating otherwise right about now.” There’s a panicked edge to Clary’s words and Magnus wonders if, after everything, she simply might not be ready to enter back into the Shadow World. 

“What happened to ‘whatever it takes’?” SImon points out. 

“Well… yeah, but…” Clary falters, and none of the others push her. They all wait, silent, for her to make her own decision now. “Alright, I guess. I’ll try it.” 

“Wonderful!” Magnus exclaims, already moving to push the sofas aside to make space when Lorenzo stops him. 

“Oh no you don’t, Bane. You can stay here but we are not summoning anything in my living room. We’re going to the basement where there won’t be any collateral damage done to my Van Gough if things get dicey.” 

There’s another moment then where Magnus is half-convinced Clary isn’t going to willingly go with them before she turns and follows Simon and Isabelle, with Magnus bringing up the rear down a set of spiralled stairs and into a mostly empty stone-floored room of Lorenzo’s basement.  “This will be perfect. Clarissa, be a dear? Take that black chalk and draw a pentagram on the floor large enough for us to stand around, then go over it with this,” Magnus instructs, taking a glass jar of black sand and handing it to her. 

“And I need to make sure everyone here is willing to do their part. The demon will play on any break in concentration, any lack of sincerity in agreeing to whatever his price is. He may only ask me for something, he may ask all of us, but our resolve has to remain strong until the end.” Magnus looks around the group, getting nods and “yes”s from each individual, ending with Clary as she connects the final line within the circle and steps back. 

“I’m ready,” she says. 

“Everyone take a spot at a point,” Magnus instructs. 

Izzy glances down at the simple pentagram on the ground. “Wasn’t the last one much more… elaborate?” She questions. 

Magnus thinks back for a moment before giving a slightly surprised chuckle. “Yes, it was. I’m afraid that was a bit of… misdirection on my part. I just needed to buy some time for something before we got started.” 

“But all you did was talk to Alec--” Izzy starts before her words trail off into a knowing grin. “Of course you did.” Izzy glances around the circle again. “Don’t you want us to hold hands this time?” Izabelle asks, a sly smirk on her face. “Or is that only a requirement when Alec is around, too?” 

At least Magnus has the decency to look a little guilty at being caught, even a full year later. “I plead the fifth.” 

“Magnus!” Izzy laughs, shaking her head.

“Can you blame me? Your brother didn’t exactly make things easy for me, I had to take the opportunities as they presented themselves.” Magnus can only shrug at the admission. 

“Are you two done discussing Magnus’ horrid courting attempts? In case you forgot, we have a demon to summon, and believe it or not I do have other things to be doing than this,” Lorenzo says. 

“Yes. Of course,” Magnus clears his throat. “If everyone’s ready, let’s begin.” 

[tomurderornottomurder]

boyfriend's day off; ned leeds

pair. ned leeds x male reader

summ. (request) reader is a workaholic and ned just wants some attention :') so he takes matters into his own hands and earns himself some cuddles :)

gen. fluff

tw. lotta uses of "babe" and "i love you", nothing else i think

wc. 1.3k+

note. first piece for ned, hope y'all like it!! another late, late request that i have fulfilled. this was fun to write though and maybe it got a little out of hand so the ending is kinda quick, apologies. (gift is up to ur interpretation/imagination :))

Ned knew what he was getting into dating you. You two had been friends for some time before. You, him, and Peter are the best of bros. But both you and Peter are busy people. Peter is busy off being a superhero after his spider bite while you've always been busy. You studied till your eyes burned and worked till your fingers bled. Ned couldn't exactly blame you either, you lived with your mom and siblings and she couldn't work too much and her disability check only provided for so much. Besides you're happy to work and study and just be busy.

Peter was never bothered by your busy schedule either, of course. A lot of the time he was gone anyway and having the time of his life fighting alongside the Avengers. But even before you two got together, your schedule bothered Ned, and totally not because he had a massive crush on you. He had even confided in Peter about it in the past.

Ned sighs, looking at his best friend as his Lego Death Star sits between them. "He's just always so busy," He laments, pursing his lips as he looks at Peter.

"I know," Peter looks at him, "it's insane. He really needs a day off."

And just like that, Ned has an idea!

Ned gets that same idea after seeing you come home from work, hands all roughed up and face dirty. You sigh as you slip off your shoes and he approaches you carefully, "How was work?"

You look up at him, leaning against the hallway wall. Instantly, your lips morph into a smile. "Sucky," You admit, leaning over to meet his lips. When you do, you can feel the heat radiating from Ned's cheeks.

Ned finds his face burning hot as ever, he's never seemed to get over the fact that you two are together or that you kiss him.. like all the time. He's a boy in love what can he say? And he's so very glad that you're in love with him. That's why he wants to do this for you, you truly deserved a day off to be taken care of and not to worry about anyone or anything else. "Hey, you wanna sit down?" Ned pulls out a dining chair for you.

"Sure," You say while eyeing him. 

"Hey, what do you need to get done today?" 

Your brow instantly quirks and you tilt your head to the side as you look at him. "Why?" 

"I want to do it for you,"

"Really?" 

"Yeah," He nods enthusiastically. "And then after I was thinking we could just cuddle?" 

"You know as much as I would love for you to do all of that, how about we split it instead?" 

Nod frowns. "No, I wanna do it all! You deserve a break!" He fusses, moving his hands as he speaks. 

"Ned," You drawl, looking at him.

"No," He shakes his head before closing his eyes. "I won't fall for it," He declares. "Give me the list and I'll do it all myself. No arguments!"

You sigh, "Fine but what am I supposed to do?"

Ned opens his eyes and looks you right in the eye, "Relax," He says confidently. "Please," He adds on in a much softer beg, "for my sake."

"Okay," You agree. "I'm calling Mj over then," You look at him for approval and he smiles and nods. "Have fun and I'm going to call you," You point your finger at him. 

"Of course."

You start writing down your list and Ned watches on happily. Once you finish, he takes the list and has to hold himself back from gasping and letting his eyes bulge. He manages before slipping on his coat and shoes with a little help from you. Just before he leaves, you hand him your car keys and give him a hug, and pepper his face with kisses. After he leaves, you wait impatiently for Mj to arrive, your mind going abuzz with nothing to do.

---

Two hours later, you call up Ned. You're nervous as you listen to the ring and with your free hand, you're shooing away Mj who's messing with you. "Hey, baby, how are you doing?" 

"Pretty good," He answers cheerily. "Everyone's so nice if not a little confused why you're not here," He chuckles softly. "Is Mj there? What are you guys doing?"

"Just talking about you," You chuckle. "No, uh, actually Mj's painting my fingernails and we're watching ahead of Peter on (your favorite show). Just to mess with him." You chuckle. "It's weird not doing anything right now, you know?" 

"I know," Ned agrees. "But you can't work yourself to death, babe. You don't need to do everything all by yourself, you know?" 

You sigh, "I know but I like being busy."

"And I like taking care of you, so, if I have to do this every day, I will!" 

Your heart swells but your face betrays you as you roll your eyes. It's sweet it really is but it's too much you feel. "Ned," You drone. "That's really sweet and all but you don't need to do that, Ned. I wouldn't ask that of you, sweetheart." Mj makes a face at the name and you push her shoulder. 

"You don't have to,"

"Ned!" You exclaim. You stay silent for a moment, his sweetness needing a moment to take in. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Well," You look at Mj for a quick second, "I'll stop bothering you and let you get back to it."

"You're never a bother, babe. I'll talk to you later! Bye!"

"Bye, Ned."

"You guys are gross," Mj says as soon as you put your phone down. 

"Love you too, Mj," You nudge her before turning your attention back to what she's doing.

---

When Ned comes back his hair is windswept, his face looks queasy, and Peter is at his side in his suit. Peter takes off his mask as soon as the door is closed and his smile stretches from ear to ear. 

"What'd you do?" You ask Peter. 

"Swung me back is what he did!" Ned answers for him. 

"Aw," You pull him into an embrace, "you poor baby." You look at Peter and give him a high-five.

"Did you just high-five behind my back?" Ned pulls away a little to look at you.

"No," You pull away to stand at his side and wrap an arm behind his back. "Wanna cuddle to make you feel better?" 

Ned nods enthusiastically. 

You wink at Peter before saying, "Living room's yours." You turn your head back to your boyfriend, "C'mon, Ned." You guide him to your shared bed and have him sit down as you undress him. "How was your day, baby? Or should I say my day? You did do all of my chores," You chuckle, helping him out of his layers. 

"It was good, very busy. And you know a lot of people," He looks at you for a moment, "How do you do that?" 

You shrug, smiling at him. "I always have. It's just like... I don't know like it comes naturally?" You look at him again for a moment before crawling over him to lie on your side of the bed.

Ned laughs as you do and lays back himself. He turns toward you as you get comfortable and scoot closer to him, wrapping your arms around him. Out of instinct, you press a kiss to his forehead before peppering kisses across the rest of his face. "Thank you," You whisper. 

"My pleasure, babe." This time he leans and gives you a peck on the lips. "I love you."

"I love you, too." You cuddle him until he falls asleep, watching him for a little while. His chest rises and falls slowly and calms you down even more than your day off has. You swipe his hair out of his face before stroking his hair. You run your hand down his cheek, admiring his beauty. You soon fall asleep with a smile on your face.

---

When you two wake up, there's a gift at the foot of your shared bed with a big tag saying 'From your favorite couple ;).' You and Ned look at each other before opening up the box. "What the-" You and Ned say in unison. 

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How To See Someones Private Instagram Like There Is No Tomorrow

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Blog 7: The Canterbury Tales

What messages of knighthood and magic do these two tales (The Knight’s Tale and The Canon’s Yeomen’s Tale)  articulate?

Knighthood in The Knight’s Tale by Geoffrey Chaucer:

(retrieved from: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=deRyhTuny3w&t=114s)

The expectations of knighthood in “The Knight’s Tale” by Geoffrey Chaucer are represented by the characters of Duke Theseus, an established model of a proper knight, as well as Arctic and Palamon who are on their journey to become proper knights and win the love of Emily.  

A key component of knighthood in the “The Knights Tale” is military prowess. Lord Theseus sets an exemplary model of this. He is a renowned conquerer. Chaucer begins the tale by remarking upon his great feats.

Whilom, as olde stories teller us, There was a duke that highte Theseus.

Of Athens he was a great lord and governor, And in his time such a conqueror That great was there none under the sun.

The conquests in Duke Theseus life seems to be the key to his success and happiness. It was in his conquest of the Feminie that he won his wife, Queen Hippolyta, and in his conquests that he gained the land and power that he has. The narrator allots him respect for these deeds, singing his praises in regard to these conquests. There is little else of his life that is mentioned. Arctic and Palamon, the cousins, and the other knights present within this tale, also portray the idea that military prowess is a way in which knights should achieve success. Arctic and Palamon ultimately fight to the death over Emily in a tournament condoned and suggested by Duke Theseus. A tournament watched by the world.

Slay his contrary, or out of listes drive, Him shall I give Emily to wive, To whom that fortune gives so fair a grace.

When suggesting this tournament Duke Theseus seems to imply that who ever wins is the best. It is fortune, a higher a power, giving the victory to the knight who is the greatest. To me, this suggestion brings to mind the idea that the victor is divinely ordained to win. Succeeding militarily could be a way of proving that one is favored by God, and that winning is associated with something greater than luck or shear physical strength.

Tournaments and conquest in “The Knight’s Tale” are done for the right reasons, namely honor and chivalry, and in front of an audience. When Theseus conquers Creon it is for an audience of widows who has begged him to do so  that their husband’s bodies may be retrieved. He, in this instance, fought with honor in defense of these “poor” women to righteously restore their husbands bodies allowing them to be buried in a way befitting the traditions of the time. When Arctic and Palamon have their first duel, in the woods, and without an audience this enrages Duke Theseus when he comes across their fight. He asks of them the following.

But tell me what mister men ye be, That be so hardy for fighte here Without judge or other officer,

(Image retrieved from: http://www.canterbury-tales.net/knights-tale/)

After confronting them he ends their fight and ultimately sets it up as he see fit. A grand tournament to which the the winner shall be awarded Emily. They shall each take a year to gather one hundred men to fight on their respective sides. In this time the Duke builds a pricey and elaborate stadium in which kings and nobles from around the world may travel to in order to view the spectacle. This implies that might is only important if it is witnessed, or the appearance of strength and honor is more essential than either characteristic in and of themselves.

The knight’s in “The Knight’s Tale” fight for women, or to appease their desires. Theseus in seen to do this when he fight’s the tyrant Creon to return the widow’s bodies to them.

And in his armes he them all up went, And them comforted in full good intent, And swore an oath, as he was a true knight, He woulde do so farforthly his might Upon the tyrant Creon them to wreak

He also submits to his Queen’s and Emily’s request to spare Arctic and Palamon when they are caught fighting in the woods. Arctic and Palamon are perhaps the most significant example of this thought as their main conflict is over Emily, and for her love the declare themselves to be mortal foes.

Thou shalt not love my lady Emily, But I will love her only and no mo’; For I am Palamon thy mortal foe.

(Image retrieved from: http://www.canterbury-tales.net/knights-tale/)

As previously stated, Emily will go as a prize to the winner of the competition devised by Duke Theseus. Her choice is irrelevant. When she pray’s to Dain, she is the only one denied her request to remain a maiden and marry neither man. However she is still the grand prize, and both Palamon and Arctic are fighting to win her love and do her bidding. When Palamon say’s his pray to Vensus he asks the following.

But I would have fully possessioun Of Emily, and die in her service;

This prayer seems contradictory in nature. He wish both to own and to serve Emily. It is unclear who will be in power in this dynamic. I feel this objectifies women by knight’s as prizes to be won, and to function as any trophy would to give the possessor a symbol of their statues and in this context knighthood. However, knight’s in this story are also compelled to do the bidding of their ladies, as this is a hallmark of their chivalry. Where this leaves women is unclear, but my impression is that pursuing and winning the love of a maiden is a key marker of a successful knight.

The pursuits that the knights engage in within this tale, create the impression that their major preoccupation is the appearance of chivalry and honor. They fight not for the sake of fighting but for the sake of proving themselves in front of an audience. Fighting alone to settle a conflict is condemned, but fighting to settle is conflict as a spectacle for others is condoned. Their love, is superficial. Arctic and Palamon fall in love with Emily without ever speaking to her, but by gazing at her though a barred window. She is described as beautiful, but no other qualities are remarked upon. It seems that because of this limited interaction they must solely desire because of her beauty and her status, yet there love is strong enough to turn them against each other.  When knight’s in this tale act on behalf of women it is in tasks that forward their appearance as chivalrous men, as when Theseus conquers Creon. When a lady’s desires do not forward the status of the knight’s who may fulfill it, it is respectful ignored. This is seen when Emily’s wish to remain alone is overlooked in favor of the knight’s prayers.

The drama though which this tale is presented, and the superficiality of the characters gives me the impression that the author created these knights as satire. The knight’s have very little depth or complexity. Theseus is always noble and right. Arctic and Palamon are steadfast and without doubt in their love for Emily, ignorant of any other desires they may have. This makes them seems almost inhuman. Their characteristics and values are exaggerated and isolated to emphasis their flaws.

Magic in “The Canon’s Yeomen’s Tale”

The Canon’s Yeoman’s tale is one of the two tales we read that discuss magic. Magic in “The Canon’s Yeomen’s Tale” is in the form of alchemy. Alchemy is represent negatively by the Yeomen’s discussion of their failed attempts to yield results, and then through the Canon’s deceit of the Priest for his own profit. This implies that magic is essentially non existent, and that those practicing it are doing so only by deceiving others rather than performing any true alchemy.

The Canon and the Yeomen, are unsuccessful, and worse for the wear due to their magical pursuits. In the start of the tale, the Yeomen beings by reflecting on his time with the Canon:

All that I had I have lost thereby, And, God wot, so have many more than I… And where my colour was both fresh and red, Now it is wan, and and of a leaden hue.

When the Canon and the Yeomen are successful, it is only do to the Canon’s tricks which deceive the a Priest into believing in their magic and giving them money. This is the only way they succeed in any way.

To much folk we do illusion, And borrow Gold, be it a pound or two, Or ten or twelve, or many summes mo’, And we make them weenen, at the leaste way, That of a pounde we can make tway. Yet it is false; and aye we have good hope It for to do, and after it we grope: But that science it so far us before,…

It (science) will make us beggars at the last.

This section of the poem indicates not only that they have been unable to obtain the knowledge or science that they strived for, but the pursuit of it has left them without money and in debt. This leads to the Canon’s deceit of the priest. He sells him powder, and creates the illusion that it turns objects into precious metals. This trick upsets the yeomen, the narrator of our tale.

For when a man hath over great a wit, Full oft him happens to misuse nit; So doth my lord, and that me grieveth sore.

Shortly after the Yeomen begins to tell their tale, the Canon departs the company realizing his deceitful ways will be revealed. This not only confirms his misdeeds, but indicates that he is ashamed or embarrassed by his work. If one is unable to be proud of there accomplishments then they are also perhaps mentally worse of for their work as well.In the last part of the tale the yeomen goes further to denounce those seeking the philosopher’s stone by saying they go against god himself.

How that a man shall come unto this stone,

I rede as for the best to let it gon. For whoso maketh God his adversary, As for to work any thing in contrary Of his will, cortes never shall he thrive.

The “Canon’s Yeomen’s Tale” does not present itself as a traditional story, thought at the beginning one is given the impression that it might turn into one. Especially when the Yeomen begins to account his year in the service of the Canon. Edgar H. Duncan in his article, The Literature of Alchemy and Chaucer's Canon's Yeoman's Tale: Framework, Theme, and Characters, describes the tale as a rant of ever mounting bitterness in which the yeomen’s voice becomes indistinguishable from the voice of Chaucer himself. This seems an adequate interpretation of the “story”.

Sources:

Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales

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What have I learned from audience feedback?

(A quick short I made to show rather quickly some of the feedback that I received in my coursework this year) 

For my A2 media coursework I have been given formative, summative, formal and informal feedback, and all of which has helped me to construct my final three products in various ways: creating a stronger brand image, creating a more professional looking and more interesting group of products. At the beginning of the year I had used three differing focus groups. One of younger teens. Another a group of girls and another a mix of both males and females. All three were used in order to fully represent my target audience up to the planning and partly of my construction of my film poster, magazine review page and short film. However, along the line in the construction of said focus groups, I had decided to use only two focus groups. This is because as my products further developed I had marketed to a more mature audience of older teens and adults. Nevertheless, the use of focus groups has helped me greatly, as where in my AS coursework I had only gained feedback from my teachers and peers and not to the same standard nor amount.

Use of Focus Groups in my Short Film: 

At the beginning of my academic year I had compiled three different focus groups of the likely audience for my final products. Using a focus group has allowed me to keep focused when making my film to market to my audience. I found that the further I had gained i

Formative Feedback:

With the understanding of the following, I will demonstrate how I have improved my learning from others during the process of researching planning constructing and editing my film – and more so improved my products.

I had provided the material in many forms, with pictures, gifs, scripts, annotated video and talking through my other sources to give as much detail and be as coherent as possible for the greatest possible quality of feedback. Most importantly I have used formative feedback consistently and effectively, taking on board all interpretations compliments and criticisms, throughout the year. And has helped me significantly in shaping my products as seen below:

Developing an art style for my Magazine review page:

When Originally attempting to construct my review page, I had asked whenever generating any new material on how I could improve in the development of replicating a professional product, while keeping an appropriate brand identity. This became the hardest challenge personally, as I seemed to generate various differing magazine blueprints that would conflict with the the design of my short film, or would not be representative of a film magazine.

Examples of this include the developing the symbol and separate brand identity of the magazine, as I had originally modified and developed a vector of a microphone jack with the phrase “unplugged film” as the Idea for my short film. However, when asking for advice it was noted that it would be more appropriate to use another symbol to represent my magazine as there would be confusion generated. This being as a microphone could be interpreted as a semiotic code representing music rather than just an interview.

After receiving this information, I decided to redraft my review page that would finally become my final draft.

Although there are instances along the line where I would find formative feedback extremely helpful, such as when implementing a “pull quote”, where I had used an unconventional or impractical method of using a pull quote of increasing the font size in the original placement of the quotation. It was suggested by Mr Coleman that I should take a look at Empire Magazines, as they pull quotes are constructed by copying an excerpt from the text and enlarging the text in a larger font and placing a coloured panel behind the text, all of which is embedded amongst the smaller text surrounding it. After in a sense being given this external source of information I was able to amend this.

Finally, when I was writing the review for my page, I was using a word processor to type my review, then copying and pasting the paragraphs into Photoshop to be placed in my review page. I had not considered the spacing of the text onto the page, as the words were not justified and therefore not conventional to real magazine review pages. This in its self was rectified in when Mr Coleman had also after requesting to review my work so far that the formatting of the paragraphs needed changing.

Film Poster conventions

When planning, constructing and editing my poster, I requested several times help regarding the progress of my efforts, and how I could improve my product in its current state.

Within the planning of my short film poster I was given feedback with my design ideas, that I should Ideally use a green screen in order to achieve the effect I wanted to create. As this was not possible with my actor being unable to come to the school grounds, I had to replicate my own…

Formative feedback in my short film:

Short film choices and reshaping/adapting all

A continuous set of “test shots” and “drafts” of filming after every filming session feedback was provided.

Summative feedback:

The Eberly Centre at the Carnegie Mellon University defines summative feedback as: 

With this in mind, there are numerous times for which I have received a form of summative feedback with regards to my media products. 

 Examples of this include: 

The pitch to the media department on my ideas for a short film. 

A formal presentation of my progress to the media department of 1 minute of my first footage to my film. 

several one to one sessions looking at my progress with regards to all three of my media products. 

My media Pitch: 

My pitch consisted of a premiere pro video file, modelled from a powerpoint presentation that I made, and layered with visual examples that complimented my argument for the narrative of my short film. 

The feedback I received was mostly positive. Mostly to keep the distinctive visual style and at the time to focus on what I was already doing at the time in making a strong identity for my newfound dystopian narrative. 

the main points that I received at the time were that I should... 

Further develop my narrative with the specifics - make a detailed plan in terms of shot list, animatic, and to plan an easier way to explain my narrative. 

Find a suitable name for my short film

Following this I used the given advice on my shortcomings and placed more of my efforts on what I had previously neglected shown below: 

(My script for my short film)

(Detailed planning before shooting scenes with a birds-eye-view location plan around the house). 

(an excel spreadsheet of a plan of what I needed to do)

(production schedule sheet that I used for all of my days shooting) 

(redraft of one of my shot lists)

In terms of planning I had achieved this over the year with specific production schedules a detailed script and storyboard, with a matching short list. 

(storyboard for my short film) 

A formal presentation of my progress to the media department 1 minute of my first footage to my film. 

The feedback that I received for my presentation went rather well, but highlighted my weakness in cinematography in the piece as highlighted by the media department.

My teachers stated that they liked the film noir style for my film, as seen in the “bedroom scene”, but not so much in the following final kitchen scene.

Some of the problems that featured were that my lighting was too dark and generated noise and was not overall very clear. Additionally, the colour distribution of my shots drowned out the characters in my film. Additionally, The mise en scene was not well planned, with garden features that ruin the verisimilitude. 

How has the feedback I have been given help me improve my short film? 

Firstly,  I had changed the setting of my film in order to accommodate for the setting of my film and the corresponding genre. I was avoidant in the scene, filming around the offending features of the room. 

This included filming at a later time, as to avoid any more noise in my shots. 

informal feedback:

A majority of informal feedback I had received had been formative, and was highly effective in helping me generate the best possible products. I have found that though in general feedback received is in small quantities, there is usually a high volume and has has been really valuable. A majority of informal feedback I generally received from my fellow classmates and is more direct and honest. 

formal feedback:

On the other, hand formal feedback I have found less frequent in the past year, but has been highly significant in the developments of my media products. Examples for which are mostly summative shown in the above examples. Almost all formal feedback i had received was from the teachers, giving me a higher quality of feedback and therefore allowing me to reach higher levels of professionalism in my working. 

How has social media contributed to my feedback: 

At the beginning of the year I had used various forms of social media in order to help me understand what my target audience would want from a short film. 

(twitter poll post- before)

(twitter poll post- after)

Using twitter as a form for which to gain information I found moderately successful, as the short responses allowed people to be concise and to the point, thus allowing me to gain precise feedback with a larger sample size. 

(Yahoo answers question)

(facebook poll post)

Both Yahoo and Facebook I found to be unsuccessful in that i did not receive enough responses to gain a valid conclusion. 

Overall the use of social media has help, but not so much as more formalised arrangements or gatherings, as the less interactive the form of communication the less effort is placed back from the audience. 

Audience feedback has helped me identify my own shortcomings in my work, and also help me identify what makes a professional and and entertaining/successful product. Using feedback from both the wider public, several focus groups and my teachers/fellow students. 

So... What Have I LEARNED from audience feedback 

Firstly, feedback when making any media product, and especially when making a film, needs to be persistent and regular throughout all stages of the film-making process (research, planning, construction, post-production). This is absolutely necessary as when in the process of nurturing and constructing something that you are passionate about, usually you will become bias towards what you have made, and think differently (usually better) of your film, than to what the general audience and others around you. An objective viewpoint is what you gain from the said people of your audience and around you - and with this you are able to keep levelheaded and focused on what you want to achieve with your product, and in the process improving your filmmaking capabilities and therefore your media product. This I found to be the most honest reflection in my formative feedback as sometimes imbalances in generated from my eagerness to either convey the dystopian genre or show my art style sometimes lead me to lose focus on my narrative in the early production of of my film. Feedback in terms of my short film ensures that Narrative being shown and the preferred readings and representation is understandable from an audience perspective and that media is communicated effectively. The reasoning for this is because if you create the narrative, then you will be the one who understands what is happening the most - as it is my own vision but may not necessarily be seen by another person who watches my film. Thirdly, Ideas are organic in form - in that ideas and projects constantly change and evolving. For instance my change in my short film from a third wave dystopian film - to now a more first wave dystopian influenced genre film. This proves that feedback is essential when conducting a project such as making a short film, as constant feedback ensures that the creativity when constructing is kept and is on task.  An example of this can be seen from my initial ideas for my short film - to the finished product I have constructed. Summative feedback helps me identify whether I have achieved my goal in making an interesting and professional short film (and ancillary tasks). Moreover, summative helps me to improve my future work as a filmmaker, that is important to me as I go to university to make more short films. Finally, using experts (or at least much more experienced) in the media world in the form of the media department has allowed me to further my skills and push the boundaries to what I can achieve through critiquing and evaluating my work that I have already made, and directing me forward in the right direction in developing and culturing creativity, and industry standard techniques to help me improve the professionalism of my film.