#these nerds just give me more serotonin than him

[well-dressed-sewer-rat]

mandatory gogol appreciation post before i sleep

bonus sigma bc them <3333

[chalkanthit]

For the SE HC ask: 4!!!

Going for SE Askboard @h0lly-hued-s0ul has made!

Ik it's a bit late but better late than never dkfbdokf

Also going for most of the youngsters bc they're my little precious weirdos uu

Offer a hobby-related headcannon for any character.

Soul

We should all be aware by now that soul is a huge music nerd even if he's pretending to be "just casual" About it but somehow I could even imagine that his guilty pleasure is also baking since... Have you seen the cute little tea and cakes he sometimes brings Maka when she's studying for exams like crazy??? He claims he just buys them from "that one little bakery" That Maka suspiciously never finds but in secret (not really) he really does them by himself and is proud when they're well liked!!

Maka

She's deffenly a little sport nerd kinda girl that got to like things like Basketball and soccer/football quite a lot, but she also would still enjoy a good book (or ten) at times as well next to solving crossword puzzles and other Puzzles and riddles!

Basically everything that makes her Brain go brrrr! Also idk how much it's connected to the hobby aspect, but I hat girl would have Duolingo on her phone and use it almost religiously every evening before bed!

Oh but also she would have a big knack for poetry and writing overall even if she's sometimes quite shy about it since Soul and Black star made fun of it a few times-

Tsubaki

Everything around gardening and cooking???

She also would simply enjoy long walks and nice quality time with her friends since Tsubaki really is this comfy person that likes a calm life but also the fun and more adventureous aspects of it;;;

A part of me can also imagine that she'd enjoy something like Yoga and Ice skating a lot when she gets the chance to do it in peace-

Black star

Sports nerd! Everything that resolves around movement and putting his brain on serotonin 24/7 with the bees on crack he apparently has in his butt-

But also we already saw that he also enjoys comics a LOT and would totally be into video games as well even if he would loose to patty constantly!

Kid

He'd actually like things that put his mind off ease? Like he very much enjoys cleaning much more in a healthy but for many weird manner since who likes cleaning am I right?? But also is very open and keen to things like Chess and plenty of other board games he most likely plays with Liz and Patty almost every Saturday night unless Liz manages to escape :')

Also hey! I can imagine him liking to draw a lot as well together with Patty Duke while listening to murder mystery podcasts-

Liz

Shopping and dancing Q U E E N!

Ik it's basic but hear me out! She just loves fashion a lot and can give people a lot of advice for this topic and would occasionally do makeovers if you let her!

She just blooms so much doing that and seeing how much people can show their other sides as a well! Also my bc especially is that it was initially her idea when Crona was kidnapped on a shopping spree and she would even just offer Ox so many hair stuff in hopes he'll finally STOP shaving it all off like bro.. PLEASE!

Other than that she also got those moves and surprisingly knows a lot about music as well so her, soul and Kilik can actually connect and vibe together super easily and well!

Patty

Again, patty is a huge art person!

Of course she likes other things like beating people up with a passion, but she just loves to be creative and takes almost every medium bc why not trying everything and see how it goes??? Life is too short to be boring and plain!! Patty would most likely also like to bake as well but her creations are.... Experimental to say the least-

At least Stein and Ragnarok do like her stuff weirdly enough..

Kim

Also a little doodle enthusiast but she really would have a knack for Crochet and knitting too since Jackie has taught her the latter! She would rather die than to admit her hobbies and pleasures but she's a big softie when it comes to her interests!

God forbid people would even find out that she likes "girly" Stuff like figure skating and dancing as well.. Oh the horror!

Omg she would also have a secret love for flower arrangements as well but that's just me having more lore and hcs for her past as well that I won't (and likely never will) fully elaborate on :'DD

Jackie

Similar to Kim she loves knitting but also has a big talent and interest in Tayloring as well?? That girl probably had a bit horse phase as well and would actually love to get back into it at some point but a horse in the middle of Nevada is a little too much to ask for-

A bicycle would do as well I guess???

Idk why but Jackie seems a little bit of a person that enjoys Theatre and Musicals a lot as well so take that for what it-

Also little side note I want to add bc it's sth very dear and personal to me but glass engraving and the like?? It just fits quite a bit to her qvq

Kilik

Batic and Linol printed shirts!

The shirts he wears? Self made! The necklace?? Probably as well!! Also another music and Sports enthusiast even if he's more into more combat related sports rather than just running around for a good time!

He seeks the thrill and the surprising so unless you throw something at him out of the blue, he'd just see it as plain and simple training-

The drums are also his hobby but it's less than a hc than it is actually canon in the manga;;;

Overall he's pretty much an everyman kinda guy that has a good amount of Hobbies and interests that overlap with many others he sees as friends!

Fire & Thunder

They're still young as hell so I can't say AS much about them as I like to but they give a lot of crafty energy and would probably get a collecting hobby phase as well like for crystals and all!

Less for the esoteric aspect but more for the minerals itself!

Ox

Again not as much of an HC than it is a fact, but that guy takes a lot or enjoyment into research and other things that make his brain tingle like chess for example! Like he just LOVES burying himself into old history and folklore about plenty of topics and cultures and can easily spend days in it if Harvar wouldn't remind him to eat something in between-

Again I really don't know why, but something in me also knocks at my brain doors and continuesly shoves the HC in my head that Ox actually has a talent to actually draw?? Not like Patty where it's very imaginary and expressive, but more in a sense of scenes and architecture!! Basically pretty black and white and stuff!!

Harvar

It's super ironic but like Kim he actually has some hobbies he either won't admit to or people simply wouldn't believe it since why would a guy like him he interested in something like THAT???

Like liking to go swimming is one thing people could still get behind bc he hates boredom with a passion so it's good to stay active but him actually being into exact the same comics as black star is just super funny in my and it's very much the absolute opposite of Harvar sooo..

Omg but on top of that just.. Imagine him actually do liking video games but nothing like a souls game, but f*cking animal Crossing-

Of course he also likes research and chess a lot like Ox (even tho he's by far more competitive there) but he screams like Modelling as well! (The crafty stuff like building trains or Lego etc)

He just SUCKS at art tho which actually frustrated him-

Bonus

Crona

Crona most likely would catch some interest for poetry and other writing related things as well since they can actually express themselves much better with it without having to speak about it and they don't even have to show it to others as well.. It actually already helps that it exists in the first place and that they have something they can look at like "I made that!"

Aka bullet journaling sounds like sth tame enough for them but still sth to keep their mind somewhere unrelated to u know.. The whole childhood ordeal-

Basically they would enjoy many things that won't put Crona into the spotlight or that is to be shared forcefully so even if it's just reading something, it's just.. Nice;;

Also please give Crona sth calm like Animal Crossing-

Let them share an island with Harvar or Maka dkxbfodndp

Gopher

He sees something that peeks his (or Noah's) intetest, he HAS to overanalyze it and write every crucial detail down!

Like we don't just talk about one smarty little journal! I'm talking about whole Bookshelves worth of Infos written by that puppet alone!! Even his calligraphy and poetry/writing skills and hobbies are top notch and would rub it under Makas nose a LOT!

Hell he would do it so much that even Ox would have to remind him that he was meant to be Makas super annoying rival and not him pfffff!

(You could say that annoying Maka is also a passion of Gopher)

He would actually like to just casually fly and travel around a lot as well even if it's something he just does to get a job done.. If he'd focus more on the aspect itself, there would be much more appreciation etc!!

Also God forbid but he'd be into dnd as well-

My brain tells me to so it must be true!/j

THANKS FOR COMING TO MY INCOHERENT RAMBLING!!!

[shsl-fander]

While I'm Away - Logince Oneshot

Heavily Inspired by the comic by @menace-sama,please check them out!!

Pairing: Roman x Logan

Trigger Warnings: Blood Mentioned, Depression mentioned, Small implications of eating issues

Word Count: 1491

Summary is basically the comic linked below

@spacedouterri @autisticlogankin @chemicallyimbalancedroman

Logan never really understand the point of a stuffed animal ever since he has gotten older. He knew that the act of snuggling something warm towards your body could cause serotonin and positive simulation, however it was never really something that had been impactful for him.

So when Roman rushed towards him, shoving a stuffed animal towards Logan, it's bug like plastic eyes staring into Logan's soul, he was clearly puzzled to say the least.

Roman grinned, beaming ear to ear as he presented Logan with a plush version of himself, every minor detail from head to toe made to directly replica himself. "Ta Da!" he exclaims with pride.

Logan glanced ahead towards Roman, allowing his gaze to fall down to the stuffed toy itself. He raised an eyebrow, looking back at Roman once again. "What is this?"

Roman's smile dropped, the corners of his mouth falling to a frown, "What do you think it is, Nerd?! It's me!" he exclaimed, gesturing towards the toy that was now plopped into Logan's hands.

Logan sighed softly, shaking his head as his hands clasped around the plush, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Pardon, I suppose what I should have said is why?" he exasperated.

Roman gently nudged his boyfriend's side," Look I'm gonna be gone on another trip to the imagination for a while and I, " he fidgeted with his hands," I thought you might want something to keep you company. Since you obviously are just DISTRAUGHT without your prince Charming here to accompany you, " he laughed, though there was a hint of something else in his voice.

Logan blinked, rubbing the doll's hair, which appeared to be made of some sort of soft fabric. "So you've given me a replacement doll?" he repeats.

Roman's eyes widened, he gasped, stumbling backwards in disbelief. "How dare you replace the best with a mere doll?!?!" he yelped in offense.

"But no, I'll be gone longer than I was before and so I don't want you to be lonely."

Logan frowned,"But didn't you just return?" he muttered, raising an eyebrow. He was trying to hide the disappointment in his voice, though that was harder than intended.

Roman nodded, "Alas I did, but Remus seems to be really persistent about this one," he started, "Who even knows what he's doing now waiting for me," he chuckles sadly, scratching the back of his neck.

Logan placed the stuffed animal onto his shoulder, hoping it wouldn't fall as he stepped closer to Roman, ghosting his hands onto Roman's shoulders. "Is everything alright, Roman? You seem to be leaving more often, as of late. And while I am not aware what you do there, it still sometimes leaves me in concern for you."

Roman stammered, shaking his head before forcing himself to smile,"I'm fine darling! I'm a prince, you really think you have to worry about me in the imagination?" He removed Logan's hands, booping his nose.

"I'll get going now, see you in a couple days Love!" Roman sings, before rushing out the door towards his room to pack a few things.

Logan gave a meek wave in response before slowly glancing down at the stuffed animal sitting on his shoulder. Logan burried his face into the plush, hugging it close to his chest.

And then all that was left was an uncomfortable silence lingering in the room as Logan just slowly sunk down onto his chair. He sighs, tossing the doll onto his bed. "I have work to do, I'm sure Roman is fine," he insists, opening up his laptop.

Roman stumbled into the imagination, dragging a bag with him in his left hand, while his right hand had a tight grip on his sword,the blade newly sharped. The sun's glare glistened on the edge of his sword, highlighting its metal edges. He could tell, one falty slip and Roman could split his entire hand open, blood gushing down his palm.

The creative trait shook his head, trying to erase that image from his mind while he hesitantly tiptoed through the grassy land. His breath hitched at any nearby sound, for he was here to fight successfully, which meant being ready. The worst thing you cam be at a fight, is unprepared.

He felt bad for lying to Logan, though it wasn't necessarily lying it was more like acting! Acting like everything was okay, like this was just helping Remus with something again. But thats not really what it was, even if Remus would be coming here soon to assist.

He hopefully would only have to stay for a few days, just as long as it took to rid the imagination with all of those...creatures. Kill them before they spread into the rest of the mindpalace, lurking in the shadows of every corner like how they were here. Infesting Roman's safe space to create, filling the air with a dark, gloomy feeling. For anywhere Roman seemed to go, he was greeted with a mist of black, draining all his energy the closer he got. The less distance between them, the quicker Roman's vigor would drop.

The shadowy figures lurk behind, closing off the dazzling light to reflect a darkness even on what appears as the sunniest of days for Thomas. They were used as a blocker, pushing creative yearning out and blocking motivation and passion to create from entering Thomas's mind at all.

And these creatures, they aren't easy to spot. They're hiding underneath quiet patches of leaves, or behind tall booming trees, that watch over the land. Waiting underwater in a creek for the moment you're least expecting it, to drag you down with a echoing thump, consuming you.

They weren't always here! For the longest time, the imagination was truly the only place where Roman felt free, released from the chains of normality. A place where he could roam endlessly, living his fantasy filled dreams in every moment. Roman was able to transform fiction to reality quicker than a blink, able to make dreams come true in every breath. The imagination was his home. And it was Remus's home too. A place they could share, in harmony.

And when he would come here before, he'd never have to stay a night. He never left his boyfriend worrying about him, because he knew he could safely come back the next day as long as Thomas felt a creative urge. Which should happen everyday, at least once. At least once someone should feel open to create or consume art, especially someone like Thomas.

But once Thomas developed his depression, all his creative spark seemed to fade away, and eventually these creatures in the imagination started to form. Now Roman's job was to protect those he loved by getting rid of them while he can.

He just hoped he wasn't causing too much worry while he did so.

Meanwhile, Logan was once again sat at his desk just like days prior right when Roman had first left, trying to keep his focus on his work scattered in front of him. He huffed, slouching miserably as he reached for Thomas's planner.

Logan glared, face palming at the imense amount of plans he knew they weren't prepared for.

Logan groaned, "why does thomas keep agreeing despite his busy schedule?! Theres just so much to adjust," he complains, narrowing his eyes.

However, his expression softens when he catches glimpse of the Roman plush that was tossed onto his bed earlier. Logan slumps in his seat, before a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. Logan sighs lovingly, slowly propping himself out of his chair and onto his bed with the doll.

Once Logan adjusts his position in bed, shifting to where he was comforting, he grabbed onto the Roman plush, tenderly holding it.

Its been days, he thought, that worry bubbling in his stomach as the butterflies swirled around, I wonder how you're doing.

I hope you remember to eat, you're so easily caught up with work, you often forget the essentials, Logan just gazed at the version of Roman that was in his arms as he let his thoughts wander and continue.

I hope you're resting right now, instead of charging into something when your body demands rest.

Logan slowly sighs, reaching over towards his lamp to click his final lights off. He bit his lip before hesitantly placing the doll exactly where Roman would sleep in his bed, on the left side of him. Normally, Roman would insist on cuddling close together, and Logan really didn't mind this at all. In fact he missed it right now, but at least having the doll sleep where Roman normally slept was enough.

"Good night Roman, I love you. Please stay safe out there," he whispers under his breath.

He couldn't wait for him to come back.

[l0ves1ckf0ol]

OXYTOCIN : 001 (cancelled)

— in which, miguel wants y/n to have fun, get some oxytocin (possibly a fic).

— before you read, this post will use "y/n" to refer to you, 2nd pov, sorry for some inaccuracies i dont live in the us or how prices work there.

you hadn't remembered the time you felt alive every moment feels like a boring dream. you were living in a weird town- with karate freaks and stuck up creepy men. you say karate freaks because you were old friends with tory nichols, tory nichols is part of the freaks. she went berserk on her boyfriend's ex, and for what? kissing the guy. this whole karate rivalry thing has made you annoyed, at first you thought the worst thing that could happen to you is everyday feeling like a schedule because of school. school makes life boring. but when the rivalry came you didn't know what you hated more. the bore or the stupid rivalry that put your friend at risk. you tried doing karate but it wasn't your style, you also tried miyagi-do but y'know you got lazy. and well here you are, at a conviniece store.

"how much for the beer?" right in front of you stood kyler, a well known bully. you were sitting behind the counter, nose stuck in a book. you dropped your book to the counter and raised an eyebrow, "you know damn well you're not legal for it?" you scoff. kyler frowned, "what you say?"

"i said you're not even legal for it, i know you from school." you repeat this time with more attitude, 'asshole' almost slipping out of your mouth. then a blonde woman appeared behind him "hey cut us off some slack, y/n" tory reasons before kyler could pounce on you.

"whatever, its $17." kyler wasn't too happy about it, "what the fuck? you taking advantage of me or something?" he argued, "inflation happens, brawns with no brains. now give it or no beer for you."

kyler glares at you as he slaps the money down on the counter, you counted it and nod off to them. "just get out of here before one of y'all's next victims walk through the door and trash the place." you say eyeing tory as the pair walked out.

you sat back down on your chair, "they're gone now." you say with a yawn as you grabbed your pocket book and got back to reading. "i wasn't scared of them y'know?" he told you as he gets out of the storage closet from behind you. "do i look like i care? i don't want you to start a fight inside a store. i'll get fired." you mutter.

"hawk is having a party at the beach after school tomorrow. wanna come?" he asks you. miguel squats down to you on the floor. "no thanks, having an ample amount of time to read rather than going to the beach."

"you just said you loved the beach."

"i hate parties."

miguel sighs, "you're scared aren't you?" you frown at his assumption, "i'm just avoiding trouble, unlike you and those snakes next door love to think with yall's fists." you say to him, facing him this time as you place your book on the desk. "please?" miguel pleads "i want you there, besides its gonna be fun!" he says. "i want you to let loose"

you hated that statement, you hated that with every fiber of your being. people can't seem to get over the stereotype of teenagers of going out and partying while you like where you are right now, working a job, reading books, analyzing films- what was there not to like? if miguel was one of your family members you would've dashed into your room and plot pointless revenge for hours.

but he wasn't, he looked sincere. "i want you to have fun, get you some oxytocin." you laugh aloud "what a nerd." miguel's jaw drops, "you know that word?" he asks as you nodded, "the feel-good hormone, different from serotonin on many levels." you say knowledgeably.

"look, just think about it. alright? i don't want to force you." miguel reassures you, patting your shoulder as he leaves the convenience store "see you at school!"

[theglitterypages]

Haikyuu Boys As Your Boyfriend

******

Bokuto Koutaro

•He's a big baby

•He's the type of boyfriend to hug you all the time, he loves warmth and affection so please be generous enough to give him those.

•Clingy but not in an annoying way, you'll jusy feel like you have a boyfriend and at the same time, a son (LOL)

•Bokuto is the type of person who will always apologize first after arguments. Arguments will be very rare though, because when it comes to you he'll always listen.

•Kou is probably an insecure boyfriend, he thinks more men are much cooler than him that's why he's always working hard to improve himself.

•He's the type of boyfriend who will definitely avoid making you jealous, he'll limit his interactions with women because he doesn't like it when you're jealous, you're cute when you're being jealous but he's afraid that you might leave him.

•Loves kissing you

•He will always tell you how much he loves you.

•Your picture is his wallpaper and lockscreen.

•His IG, FB, Twitter or any other social media platforms is full of you, your pictures. messages for you and stuffs.

•Bokuto is your diary, he loves listening to your rants, it doesn't matter if you guys aren't together, just call him and he's always ready to listen.

•He's the type of boyfriend who will always brag about you, he's just so proud of everything you achieve. It doesn't matter how big or small the achievement is, he will celebrate it no matter what happen.

~°~°~°~°~°~°

“Baby Bear!” you opened your arms widely as you ran towards your boyfriend. Bokuto lifted you off the ground, he kissed the tip of your nose before putting you down. “I miss you, baby.” he told you as he let his hands rest on your hips.

“I miss you too, sorry if I don't have much time Kou.” you apologized and he just pulled you closer for a hug, “Shh it's fine. I know you're busy, but how's your tests?” he asked.

You looked at him with sad eyes and the poor baby panicked, not knowing what to do, “What? Did you fail? It's alright baby, I'm proud of you, I know how you worked hard for this.” he pressed his lips on yours with a smile, he cupped your face and let his forehead rest on yours before kissing you for another time, much longer than the first one.

“I almost got my exams perfect baby!”

“You scared me! But I know you can do it!” he laughed and showered kisses on your face as he keep on saying how much he loves you and that he's so proud of you.

“HEY, HEY, HEY! MY GIRLFRIEND IS THE PRETTIEST AND THE SMARTEST GIRLFRIEND EVER! SHE ACED HER EXAMS!”

~°~°~°~°~°~°

Kageyama Tobio

•Cold at the beginning of the relationship

•Kags is not yet used to physical contacts so don't expect much at first.

•But as the time passes by, he'll start wondering how it feels like to keep you in his arms for a long time so he will try and do it once when you two are studying in his house.

•Because Kags loves how warm and comfy it is to hug you, he'll start hugging you a lot (not in public though, he will be so shy)

•He's the type of boyfriend who'll fall asleep while watching movies (Forgive him, playing volleyball is hard)

•He wouldn't call you baby, babe or other endearments but he loves it when you give him one. His favorite endearment? LOVE

•Kags is a supportive boyfriend, he's the first one to cheer you up if you're sad.

•He's sharp as hell so he would always notice if you're not feeling well once he notice that he will do everything he can to make you smile or to make you feel better.

•Loves it when you keep on asking him to carry you.

•He loves the fact that you're shorter than him (Readers, if you're taller than Kags sorry😭)

•He would always walk you home.

•Sweetest thing he do for you? Taking care of your fingernails 💅🏻 he would definitely watch tutorials in applying nail polish. He also takes care of his fingernails so he wanted to do the same for you.

•When it comes to kisses it also take him some time to kiss you, he always wondered how it feels like to kiss you but he doesn't want to creep you out so he'll behave for quite some time.

°~°~°~°~°~°~°

“Tobio, you used the wrong method for this equation.” you called him out, Kageyama was quick to look at the problem that you're pointing out and his mouth gaped open as he realized his mistake. “Sorry, I'll do it again.” you giggled and showed him your homework, “Look at mine and compare it to yours, both methods are similar but they will have different answers so beware.” Kageyama started revising his answer while you continued studying for the another subject.

When he was done he looked at you just to see you so focused on what you're doing, you were pouting while answering your own homework and he couldn't help but stare at your pinkish lips.

You two have been dating for almost a year and you two haven't kissed because Kageyama is too shy to make the first move but right now he couldn't help but be tempted.

“Y/N, look at me.”

When you looked up at him, he immediately grabbed your nape and pressed his lips on yours. He was still unsure of how to do it but he did his best and boy, Kags is not too bad for a first timer.

When he pulled away you couldn't help but look at him completely dumbfounded. He will chuckle on your expression and will lean down to press his lips on yours for the second time.

“I love you.” he whispered.

~°~°~°~°~°~°~°

Kuro Tetsuro

•The type of boyfriend who acts like a Dad (no one can change my mind)

•Kuro will definitely keep on reminding you that eating vegetables is good for you.

•He will monitor your sleeping routine. He would even buy scented candles for you to help you sleep.

•He's so smart so expect him to help you in studying.

•Kuro is addicted to kisses, he will always do everything in his power to steal a kiss from you even if it's in front of his teammates.

•He will tease you a lot for being smaller than him but once you get pissed he'll stop and he will keep on bugging you until you finally agree to forgive him.

•He will always talk about you, in fact he never shuts up about you to the point that Kenma is asking you what kind of love spell did you put in Kuro. He'll politely ask you to decrease the effect of the ‘love spell’

•Kuro loves pinching your cheeks (it hurts so you will get mad) once you get mad he'll be showering kisses all over your face and will talk to you in a baby voice saying things like, “Oh look at baby YN looking so cute with red cheeks. Sorry baby, come here I'm gonna kiss the pain away.”

•What is the sweetest thing that Kuro did to you? He installed a period tracker app on his phone, so he can remember your cycle. If you're on your period, expect Kuro to be extra gentle. He won't tease you or anything, he will buy you snacks and he will always check up on your mood.

~°~°~°~°~°~°

“YN, the captain of volleyball club is looking for you.” says one of your classmates. You smiled at your classmate and nod but before you could stand up from your seat, Kuro is already in front of you, “How're you feeling? Do you want to go home? Internet says ginger tea is good for reducing nausea during period.” your eyes widened and you covered his mouth using your hands.

“You don't have to announce to everyone that I'm on my period Tetsu!” you whispered yell and he gently removed your hands from his mouth. “Okay, calm down. Sorry, I know that there's a whole lot scientific process going on inside you, I understand your outburst. I brought snacks for you.” he lifted the plastic bag on his left hand and smiled at you.

You were about to smile back at him but you realized something, “How did you know I'm on my period?” Kuro blinked for a few times before clearing his throat, “I saw the period tracker on your phone, I installed the same thing on mine so I can monitor your period. My Mom told me periods are uncomfortable and painful so I just want to do what I can for my dearest girlfriend.” your heart melted at that and you started crying, Kuro's eyes widened as he pulled you close to his chest.

“Shh, baby what did I do?”

“Nothing. It's just that...I love you so much.”

“Oh experts believe that the drop in estrogen and progesterone, which occurs after ovulation, triggers mood swings during or before your period.” Kuro whispered as he caress your back gently. You sniffed and hugged him tighter still crying because you just felt so loved. “These hormones reduce production of serotonin, a chemical neurotransmitter, it's natural to be emotional, baby.” you looked up at your boyfriend and when you saw how serious he was you just couldn't help but laugh.

“You're such a nerd. God, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

~°~°~°~°~°~°

[xneens]

best friend’s daddy - part three

Warnings: dark!andy barber, language, mentions of age difference, mentions of sex, underage drinking, pregnancy

Word count: 4.8k

Summary: A series of snapshots with your past and current life with Andy Barber.

[highly requested—and i mean highly]

masterlist

Newton, MA - 2017 Homecoming Game

He saw you immediately, shamelessly staring at the bright, yet fake smile slapped on your face as you posed for the picture. Andy's eyes drifted to the football players arms around your waist, too far down for the assistant district attorney's liking, not that he could do anything about it. He was unable to contain the eye roll when one of the players pressed a quick kiss on your cheek while you looked at the camera.

Andy knew he had no right feeling that way. He knew you thought he hated you. The glares, the tone he used, the disapproval glances he gave Jacob whenever you were with him. It was enough evidence for you to think he didn't want you around. He didn't. But not for the same reasons as you think.

Jacob ran past him, pulling you into a hug as the players around you ran back to their pre-game huddle, hyping themselves up. He heard your laugh, his previous annoyance washing away as he listened, wishing he didn't have to keep up his act. Instead, he watched from afar, noticing the fake smile replaced by a genuine one as you hugged your best friend, your cheer skirt rising before dropping back to it's already short length as soon as Jacob let you go.

Like the years before, Laurie didn't come to the homecoming game, claiming she was far too busy with work but Andy wasn't dumb. He could see it in her face everyday, helplessly watching his wife distance herself from him. But he couldn't blame her; he was doing the same. After all, not everything is supposed to last forever.

He secretly admired you, silently praising your will to pursue the career you wanted despite the very many attempts, and lectures from your parents about becoming a lawyer. Andy had gotten calls from them, more than happy to show you around the building with your parents hope of you magically being interested in what they had planned. But you were stubborn, and you hadn't backed down. He was impressed.

You glanced at Andy, surprised he wasn't glaring at you but rather staring at you with an expression you couldn't quite place, and you quickly diverted your eyes back to Jacob. "I'm so glad you came! Thank you for not being a total nerd tonight."

"My dad practically dragged me out of the house, grumbling about how I had to support my best friend when she's on the cheerleading team." Jacob explained, motioning to his father, the older Barber climbing the stairs as he claimed a spot on the bleachers next to your father. "I think it was just an excuse to watch a game that didn't feature the Patriots."

Once again, you were surprised. As said before, you thought he didn't care for your presence; to hear he wanted his son to support you was surprisingly shocking no matter how small it was. "Oh. Looks like he and Dad are gossiping again. Your mom didn't come?"

"No, she had work. What about yours?" asked Jacob.

"Business trip." you answered, sarcasm dripping from your voice. You saw the Instagram posts her friends posted, the so-called business trip had turned into a vacation with the girls. You heard your name being yelled, your cheer squad waving you over. Turning back to Jacob, you smiled. "They're calling me over so I gotta go. I'll find you after halftime, okay? We can ditch."

Jacob arched a brow, the corner of his lips twitching up. "But you're head cheerleader. Aren't you supposed to stay for the whole game?"

"Nah, Leila can take over after halftime. I'll just make up an excuse and say I went off with a guy or something." you said, tightening your ponytail. "Oh, and don't use the last stall in the boy's bathroom. Pretty sure someone had sex in that."

"Pretty sure that someone was you." he replied, grinning as you flipped him off. He laughed when you nearly ran into toddler, apologizing to the little person before running to the squad.

Jacob joined Andy and your father, answering questions from your dad, and listening to the two fathers talk about the mundane life as the game started. Andy's vision kept drifting off to you, cheering on the sidelines as the game, accidentally missing parts of the game. Not that he minded to much, he had a nice view, and he knew the score. It wasn't that much of an inconvenience for him.

Before halftime, you snuck away, going into the school to grab another hair tie from your locker. Thankfully, the field was close to the west side of the school, the locker bay only a short walk from the entrance. Coincidentally, just as you walked towards the bathroom with the hair tie, Andy bumped into you, the phone in his hand dropping to the floor.

"Oh, shit." you cursed, quickly bending down, grabbing the phone and handing it back to your best friend's dad. "Sorry, Mr. Barber, I wasn't looking."

Andy sighed, studying his phone instead of giving into the urge to comfort your tense state. For the millionth time, he wished he didn't have to act like a dick to you. "It's fine. Just watch where your going or you might head into the mens' room."

Not knowing whether he was serious or not, you gave an awkward nod, walking pass him. You hadn't seen the lingering glance he gave you before walking back to the game. Pushing on the bathroom door, you let yourself drown in your jitters, hyping yourself up before coming back and performing.

You had forgotten about Andy by the time you returned.

—

Newton, MA - May 14, 2018

Andy heard the knock, getting out of his seat to unlock the door. A presence befall him, a feeling he only got when you were nearby. With that thought, he immediately opened the door, greeted by the sight of you soaking from the rainfall, shivering, eyes slightly swollen, and downright miserable.

He called out your name in surprise, shocked to see you in such a messy state, let alone see you in his office. "What happened? Come in, come in. Are you okay?"

"Sorry, I—" you shivered, biting your lip to keep from spilling every problem you had faced on him. "It was raining so hard that I had to stop so I wouldn't crash or anything. And this was the closest building I parked to. I ran inside but I guess it didn't make any difference seeing how soaked I am."

Andy wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, unable to find a stray blanket or anything warm to give you. He led you to the leather couch, softly pushing you down to sit on it. "Come here, sit down. Did school end early?"

"No, um, I skipped." you sniffed, sinking down on the leather, letting Andy's coat fall over your shoulders. "I had a fight with my mom. A big one. So, I didn't exactly feel that great to come to school and I've been driving around since eight."

"Sweetheart, you're soaked. You're going to get sick." Andy murmured, wiping his warm hand over your forehead, the little droplets of water wetting his hand. "I have some clean clothes in my gym bag. Tell me what you were fighting about, it might make you feel better."

You watched him grab his duffel bag from under his desk, opening your mouth to protest but the cold, wet clothes made you close it. "I made some backhand comment about having a job in fashion, then she just blew up. She wants me to be a lawyer, go to the best schools, and be successful even if I'm not happy. I told her to fuck off, yelling that I'll do what I want. She didn't like that answer, so I grabbed my keys and drove around."

Andy gave you his Patriots shirt, and a clean pair of sweats, taking his wet jacket from you. You whispered a thank you, before taking off your dripping shirt, not caring Andy was watching. He cleared his throat, diverting his eyes away from your half-naked body. "Well, what did you want to be? What do you want to do after school?"

"I don't really know, except for the fact that I don't want to be a lawyer, that's for sure." you replied, putting on the sweatpants Andy gave you, relishing in the warmth. "I'm sorry for getting your couch wet, I—"

"It's okay, don't worry about it, sweetheart. Are you okay, now? Do you want me to do something about it?" Andy asked, unsure to hug you so he settled for an awkward pat on your shoulder, moving closer to you.

You scoffed, fidgeting with the hem of the large Patriots t-shirt, rolling your eyes at the question. "Trust me, there's nothing you could do about it. They're both so persistent on me being this successful lawyer that it doesn't matter if I want to be one. Tell me, Mr. Barber, what's so fucking great about being one?"

He bit back a smile, shifting on the couch until he was touching you, the serotonin you gave him encouraged Andy to brush back your dripping hair behind your ear, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. With wide eyes, and a slight frown, you meet his eyes. "Well, firstly, you're able to help people. In layman's terms, you either can defend a client, or prosecute a criminal. Putting the bad guys away. Um, you can meet new people, have some experiences that's unlikely for others. But, you're right. You shouldn't have to do what you're parents have planned for you."

"Try telling them that." you sniffled, goosebumps appearing on your arms, subconsciously leaning your cheek on Andy's hand. He heard the angelic sigh escape from your lips, his smile appearing. "Thank you for the clothes and everything Mr. Barber."

"Don't mention it." he replied, bravely wrapping his arms around your slightly shivering body. Andy felt you tense for a few moments before slowly relaxing, shifting so he could rest his chin on your head, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your back. After a few minutes of silence, Andy reluctantly broke the silence. "Would you like me to call Jacob?"

He saw the flash of hurt in your eyes before you composed your expression, nodding slowly as you pulled away. "Yeah, I'll call him. He has free period so he won't be missing anything, I promise. Sorry for keeping you from work, Mr. Barber."

Andy shook his head, helping you up from the couch. "No, no, no. I just had some papers to go through, you didn't keep me from anything. The rain is slowing but you can stay in here until Jake comes. If you want."

You nodded, giving him a weak smile. "Thank you."

—

The Barber House - June 1, 2018

Giggling uncontrollably, you leaned against Jacob, a bottle of beer in your hand. Jacob laughed over the cartoon character with you, throwing his head back at the ridiculous scene on screen. Scooby had just stared at the screen, ending the episode, the screen turning black before another episode started. The noise Scooby made just had you and Jacob in another fit of uncontrollable laughter.

The sleepover had been spontaneous, yet long way overdue. In less than a week, you'd have graduated, and moved out of Boston, living in New York City as you went to the same college. That was one of the upside of finally leaving Newton, but even with the continuous nagging from your parents, you were still going to miss them.

You had been extra quiet, knowing full well Andy was stressed for something Laurie had done, the wife walking out of the house just as you had pulled up on the driveway. She had given you a friendly greeting, asking questions about graduation, before hugging you and driving away in her car. You knew it was bad as soon as you entered the house, seeing Andy glaring at the kitchen counter as you waited for Jacob to come save you. Thankfully, you didn't have to make small talk with the lawyer.

But the his tense expression was enough to keep you quiet in Jacob's room. Well, until he turned up with beers he had gotten from a mutual friend of yours, Cory Gilbert, the bartender at the bar and grill you and Jacob frequented at. He was over 21, legally able to buy the beer, giving it to Jacob as a present for graduation. Cory had given you a nice bottle of brandy, but you had decided to save it for graduation night instead.

Getting drunk hadn't been hard, for Jacob anyways; it took more than a few pleads from your already drunk friend to convince you to drink with him. Once you did, you felt the liquid slightly burn down your throat and you greeted the giddy feeling it left you. Soon, you were found leaning against Jacob's bed, sitting on the floor as the both of you cackled at the animations playing on the screen.

Andy still hadn't came up to hush the both of you; and to be honest, you weren't sure to be relieved or disappointed. You settled for relieved once as you saw Scooby and Shaggy running away from a "monster."

It was half past ten when you finally got up from your spot on the floor, leaving Jacob to drunkenly slur at his phone while the tv played in the background. Getting up, you headed to the bathroom, careful not to make anymore sounds than you already had. You were too drunk to notice Andy standing outside his door, arms crossed as he amusingly stared at your little tip-toe walk to the bathroom.

You finished your business, washing your hands, and heading back to Jacob's room when you lost your footing and stumbled into Andy's arms. You yelped in alarm, glad for the muscular arms that caught you. Looking up, you saw what your drunk brain could only describe as Adonis. You smiled, patting his pec as you slurred. "Thank you, Mr. Barber."

"How drunk are you, sweetheart?" Andy asked, not letting you go. He felt you swaying slightly in his arms, bringing you closer to his chest until your face was only a couple of inches away from his. His eyes flickered to your lips, his tongue licking his own. "You look flushed."

Giggling, you couldn't help but grin at the human contact. You had been so sure he hated you, but from your current position, your assumption seemed silly. "You're making me blush. Me and Jacob haven't been drank—drinking that much, pinky swear."

He snickered at the tiny slip up with your grammar, the slowness and laziness in your voice evidence enough if it hadn't been for the burst of confidence, and shouts from Jacob's room. "You shouldn't be lying, especially to a lawyer. Let's get you sobered up, wouldn't want you waking up with a bitch of a hangover tomorrow, now would we?"

Andy places a hand on your back, his hand intertwining with yours as he tried to lead you downstairs safely but you halted in the middle of the hallway, laughing as you sneaked behind him. You tapped his shoulder, trying to push him down. "Gimme a piggy back ride, Mr. Barber. Like the ones you gave me when I was four!"

The lawyer burst out laughing, finding your drunk confidence adorable. He couldn't help but agree, squatting down enough for you to climb onto his back, your legs wrapping around his waist, your arms locking around his neck. Andy held your legs in place with his hands, shifting you upwards so you rested comfortably on his back. Turning his head, he raised an eyebrow. "You ready, princess?"

You nodded in response, your hair ticking his neck as you snuggled closer to his neck, nuzzling your cheek. All the alcohol had rushed to your head. Andy walked down the stairs, careful to keep his grip on you as he did so. He heard all the tiny giggles and gasps you made, his bad mood dissolving with each sound. He couldn't remember a time Laurie had made him that happy.

Reaching the kitchen, Andy sat you down on the kitchen island, reluctantly letting you go as he went to grab a glass of water. He gave you the glass, but you rejected it, too busy looking at the game on the tv, seeing past the arch and into the living room.

He set the glass on the counter, leaning against it as he crossed his arms, staring at the mesmerized—and drunk—girl in admiration. You turned your attention back on him as soon as the commercials rolled, catching him ogling you. Blushing, you giggled once again, waving him over.

Curious, Andy stepped towards you, surprised when you gripped the collar of his shirt, dragging him closer to you until he was only a couple of inches away. Leaning in, you whispered in his ear. "I have a secret."

"What is it?" Andy asked, one word away from kissing his son's best friend. The tension radiating from interaction had him weak, helpless from the very tempting chance to take you right there and then.

Cupping your hand around your lips, you felt him snake between your legs, bringing you even closer. With your lips near his ear, you whispered, "I have the biggest crush on you. Sometimes I wish you were single so I could ride you until I physically can't."

Andy growled, his hands digging into your waist as his lips hovered over yours, his blue eyes piercing yours. He murmured your name, so close to losing all of his control.

"Every time I come over, I hope you'd push me against a wall, rip my shirt off and fuck a baby in me." you confessed, loving his body warmth. His grip had tighten on you to the point it was borderline painful, but you relished in it, the alcohol numbing the rational thoughts in your head as they screamed at you to shut up.

The lawyer was so close to doing what you wanted, nearly taking you right there. But much to his dismay, his morals had held him back; surely all it would take would be another sentence murmured from your lips but he considered himself strong. "Sweetheart..."

Just as Andy's lips brushed over yours, loud, heavy footsteps made him pull away, spotting his son drunkenly enter the kitchen. You smiled brightly at Jacob as if you hadn't been about to kiss his father. Andy raised an eyebrow at his son, irritated for interrupting. "Jacob, what're you doing?"

"I—" the boy frowned, forgetting momentarily on what he was doing. Jacob pointed at you, returning a random wave. "I was looking for her, because I got worried she fell in the toilet or something."

"She's fine, I was just sobering her up." Andy answered before you could, reluctantly helping you off the table, wishing he had a few more minutes alone with you. "Don't let your mom see all those bottles when she gets home. She won't be lenient as I am."

Jacob saluted in response, watching his dad help his best friend off the table. He was too drunk to notice the longing looks you had exchanged with Andy. "Okay, dad. Night."

Andy stood in the kitchen, alone, watching his girl giggle at something his son whispered. With more confidence than ever, he pulled out the manila envelope from the kitchen drawer, placing it on the table. Laurie would find it when she comes back.

—

Newton, MA - July 4, 2021

"You're so fat." Jacob commented, eyes widening when he felt the baby kick. Without much thought, he invaded your personal space, placing his cheek against your stomach. You sighed, rolling your eyes at your best friend. Jacob chuckled. "This little guy is gonna be a soccer superstar. Like Cristiano Ronaldo."

Andy chuckled from the driver's seat, pulling into the driveway, pulling Jacob off your stomach and back to his seat. "Don't antagonize her, Jake. She might rip your head off for breathing the same air without her permission."

Childishly, you stuck your tongue, making your baby daddy burst out laughing before as he turned off the car and opened the door. But you could hardly say his comment was an exaggeration, grimacing at the memory of nearly snapping Andy's arm off when he had forgotten the almond milk from the weekly visits to the grocery store. It had been both a blessing and curse to have Jacob in the outs of the pregnancy when that incident occurred. You hadn't wanted him to see the growing bump.

With the help of both Barbers, you got out of the car, carefully and slowly for the sake for both you and the babies. The two were chatting as they unloaded the baggage from trunk while you made your way to the house, reminiscing in the days when Jacob's glances weren't filled with betrayal, as if you had ripped his heart from his chest.

It wasn't everyday he looked at you with that raw emotion in his eyes—the betrayed looks had started to decrease the more time you spent together—yet you still felt guilty. With a hand over your growing belly, you opened the door, bombarded with memories from childhood, once again reminding you who you were having a baby with.

Once Jacob had sprinted out of the room, in anger and denial after seeing his father tangled in bed with his best friend, you had pushed Andy off you, wanting to go after him. When Andy argued it was better off for Jacob to be alone, you had blamed him for everything, for ruining the lifelong friendship with Jacob and weeks of stress caused by sleeping with him the first time. The lawyer hadn't denied the guilt or blame like you thought he would—like you wished he would—instead drowning in the insults you threw his way.

You didn't start to forgive him until Jacob came back, but then loathed him after the your best friend announced he needed some time and space to think it out, uncertain which conclusion he would come to. Thankfully, he couldn't live without you in his life, no matter how hard he tried, so he came running back, wishing for an apology when all you wanted to do was cry and wish you didn't have to spend two months without him.

Andy, like the charming bastard he is, had slowly broke down the wall of bricks made from your anger and hatred, and unwillingly, you let him in. Jacob had explained, quite awkwardly, he should be in no way a problem to yours and Andy's relationship, only to be slapped by the pregnancy news. Surprisingly, he kept it light and took it well.

Unsurprisingly to Andy, the fetus (he had been very upset when you occasionally called the baby that) had been conceived on Thanksgiving, proving the plan B useless. You had given up any pretenses at that point, and gave in to Andy's precautions no matter how ridiculous they had been; safety for the fetus.

Your parents had been content with the excuses you've made, only a little suspicious on not wanting to see them during the months of carrying the baby. The baby boy to be precise. But the lack of visiting since college was consistent enough for them to not rise suspicions.

You settled down on the couch, exhausted by the road trip despite how short it was. Newton was hardly small, but with Andy's former title, it wouldn't be long before rumors spread, and with rumors came exaggerated stories along with middle-aged women judging your life decisions because they had nothing to do all day other than sit in their lazy asses.

Andy and Jacob set the bags down by the doorway, Jacob letting out a huge sigh while his dad walked over to you, kissing your forehead. You couldn't help but smile at the gesture. He sat beside you, leaving no room to breathe.

"Hello, gorgeous."

"Ugh." Jacob groaned, turning his eyes away from the PDA. "Okay, I'm gonna go before any more of this happens. I'll see you guys for dinner."

Before you could ask, Jacob closed the door, practically sprinting to his car. Seeing his father in bed with his best friend had scarred him. You turned your attention back to Andy, head tilting in confusion. "Where's he going?"

"He's giving me some alone time with you. Had to pay him a few bucks after he complained about stealing you, but he'll manage for the next couple of hours." Andy explained, his hands absentmindedly stroking your belly, his smile beaming.

"What's happening in the next couple of hours that he can't be here for?" you asked, curious. The blast of hormones had been a gift Andy knew he didn't deserve, with you crawling over his body in the earlier months of the pregnancy, waking him up with lips wrapped around his cock. With his precautions for the baby, he'd been a tease for the past few weeks with the due date just barely two months away.

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head in amusement. "It's not that, sweetheart." Andy chuckled at your pout, disappointed by the outcome. "I just wanted to spend some time with you."

You knew there was something more, but you let it go, one thing at the front of your mind. Your fingers clawed at his shirt, biting your lip. "Then let's spend some time together." Leaning closer, you softly nipped at his earlobe, whispering in his ear. "Daddy."

Andy murmured your name, stern and sure but the bulge in his pants deemed a different story. That was enough for you to stop seducing him. "You're going to be the death of me."

Laughing, you turned the tv on, cuddling next to the soft man. Well, as close to cuddling as you could with the belly in the way. Your feet had been sore despite the not having to walk much all day, but the road trip had taken a lot of your already drained energy. Andy understood, gently taking off your shoes and massaging your feet until they no longer felt sore.

Two hours were wasted watching true crimes documentaries, Andy passionately commenting on the evidence they clearly had missed, and voicing his opinions of who was clearly guilty. You muffled a giggle, amused by the former lawyer. It still surprised you to see Andy so ... light? The forehead creases only coming together when something had displeased you, no matter how tiny. Retiring must've done something to relieve the stress he carried.

It wasn't until the third Buzzfeed Unsolved episode came on that you got tired. Andy, sending the change, muted the screen, pressing a soft kiss on your close eyelids. He positioned you so you were leaning against him, your back to him as you laid on the couch, a hand over your growing stomach. Anxiety seeped through his veins.

Andy cleared his throat. Playing with your hair, he said, "Marry me."

Your eyes snapped open, growing wide as you pondered if you had heard him right. "What?"

He shrugged. "Marry me."

Andy had said if so casually, it wasn't a question, but a statement. Or more accurately, a demand. You turned around, putting space between you two. Your eyes were hurting from the lack of blinking. "What?"

He reached in his pocket, the small, velvet box that had rested uncomfortably in his pocket took your breath away. Andy opened the box, revealing a diamond, far too beautiful to look at. His smile widened, taking in your shocked expression. "Please marry me."

A minute of silence passed.

"You're fucking insane." you whispered, staring intently at his blue eyes who were sparkling in excitement. He knew the outcome.

Andy's smile hadn't wavered. "Is that a yes?"

"No!" you shouted, getting up from the cough. He stood up, his arms ready to catch your unbalanced body. You glared at him. "I'm not going to marry you because I'm pregnant! No! No, no, no. I forbid you to ask me that question until this baby is out of me."

He laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist. "So, when I ask in two months ... ?"

"You'll just have to see." you murmured. A smug smirk fell on his face, but this one was warmer, more heartfelt.

"You'll say yes."

You shrugged, but couldn't help the smile appearing. "Probably."

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[kyberblade]

Hi bestie! It’s officially your birth month 🥳 (it’s super cool that you get the spooky month as your birth month, I’m incredibly jealous) and you did ask for people to talk about songs or just our fave idiots in love which I’m more than happy to oblige.

First on song recs (I haven’t gotten around to looking at the playlist yet, I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll give it a look but I’m actually typing this while on a break from crocheting an entire cardigan as a present for my friend’s birthday and it’s eating up all my free time. Plz send bandaids for my fingers 😵‍💫) but Like Real People Do by Hozier screams the cute dummies so well I’m my head. It’s just so dreamy and sweet and ugh I have to link one of my favorite songs to my kiddos. Also, This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory is definitely something I hear and go “it’s tHEM” so yeah ☺️ (honorable mention to one of my most played songs of the year Simple Things by Ziggy Alberts but it’s not completely perfect. I just love it and I’m a sucker for cute love songs and thinking of ideas to do with my ships even if they exist only in a fic)

And I could talk about the big dumb idiots (I love them so much-) all day without pause. I think about them a lot ngl especially when I’d rather be reading on tumblr than doing other things. I genuinely get excited when I get notifications for your account. I’m fairly softhearted so they really fuel my serotonin with all the fluff. I actually started reading the series way before I got into anything in the Star Wars franchise (I legit just watched my first Star Wars movie a couple weeks ago. My nerd parents have been disappointed by me for the past 22 years oops-) because it was in my recommended on my main page and it looked promising so I gave it a shot. I love the relationships and chemistry you’ve given them and I fall into the headspace of actually having a Mando in my life while reading (I seriously wish I did, I mean look at him) and while I’m not a fan of kids, my heart just melts at the sight of Grogu so them coparenting him makes me smile until my cheeks hurt. I swear it’s so cute and sweet, I can’t handle it.

I adore you and you’re such a joy to talk to, you’re probably the nicest person I’ve met online and I enjoy our convos so much. Happy birth month, I hope every day is filled to the brim with only the best things and ideas and vibes! You deserve it 💛

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 <—- Okay, but no really, this is the face I was making while reading this.

Thank you! Oh man, I’m not all into the spooky part, but I absolutely love Fall, it’s my favorite season I think.

Absolutely no problem that you haven’t listened to it, I haven’t even linked the second one yet. Oh my gosh, I would send you all the bandaids! I can crochet a rope, and that’s it! 😆😂🤣 I’m jealous…. 👀

Oh my gosh, I LOVE all those songs, I’ll add them! Simple Things is 🤌🏻👌🏻 because it makes me think of how all the reader really wanted (and is fascinated by) is stuff on various planets, like the ocean, and all Din wants is to make that happen, to make her smile, because it makes his day a little brighter when she does. Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! Perfect song is perfect. (I almost exclusively think, “How could I fic this?” when I hear songs lol! So I get it.)

You say the nicest things…. ☺️😊 Thank you, and I’m glad you are enjoying my idiots as much as I am. And I’m honored to be your SW intro. It’s a blaster shot right to my nerd heart that became obsessed with SW when I think I was 12 if not younger. Which movie did you see? (I was on your recommended page??? 👀 👀 👀 👀) You’re the second person to say that I’ve made them look at Din differently, and Grogu, and that makes my writers heart so extremely full and happy. 😁😄

Thank you! 🥹🥹

Again, this is honestly one of the nicest messages I think I have gotten in my many years on this hell site, and I completely screamed and flailed and just stared at my phone when I read it. Thank you for making my day, and I hope the rest of yours is utter fantasticness. (It’s a word. Because I said so. There.)

[bottombaron]

spoilers for what if...?

some quick thoughts on the first Marvel What If...? episode that are almost all Bucky related big surprise:

i froth at the mouth at any small moment of pre-ws!Bucky like a stranded survivor of a shipwreck. yes pls all of it, i need more. my desire to know who traumatized characters were pre-trauma is like an un-quenchable thirst.

that being said, i'm loving the idea the Bucky was just...a big fucking himbo. a nerdy silly himbo. there's nothing more satisfying than a super pretty competent person wowing you with some big time dork energy.

his lines were so groan worthy which is why i loved them. looking back it's a pretty obvious choice to make Bucky Barnes pre-Winter Soldier just Bucky Barnes from the comic books. he tells bad jokes, he's a damsel in distress, he's there for a reaction shot or two, and best of all he's got the worst one-liners.

my kingdom for Bucky of today going back to his bad one liners, honestly i would pay marvel to have Bucky throw a knife in someone's face, blood is everywhere, and he just goes, "knife to meet you." (Sam is floored. he goes through the 5 stages of grief in ten seconds and ends up laughing so hard his lungs hurt. redwing has it recorded and sam revisits it when he needs to)

the part where Steve gets back into the Hydra Smasher and falls on his face is peak stevebucky tho. Bucky is unconcerned, makes light of it, and there's even some light teasing. i have to highlight this for the purpose of Bucky's characterization in fanfic in terms of how he treats Steve, especially pre-serum Steve: he doesn't baby him. he doesn't mother-hen or overprotect Steve. he knows Steve is tough, he's spent years picking him up off of alleyway pavements, he's not going to act like a helicopter mom.

which i really appreciate because i'm tired of the treatment of Bucky as not also being a reckless kid in this war. Steve and Bucky don't have the dynamic of the Reasonable Adult and their Troublesome Kid i've seen sometimes in fic. they're both hooligans. Bucky comes off as the more cautious one sure, but it's just slightly. and that very slight difference gets overblown sometimes which feels disingenuous to a character that's in his 20s (like do you know bros in their 20s,,,do you?? they're still trying to run up walls and do backflips. they still think they're invincible. 20 year old men are the stupidest people on the planet. and i can say that as a man almost 30) and, by all accounts, ran mayhem in Brooklyn right next to his best friend.

just. don't forget Bucky Barnes is a young stupid pretty himbo okay?

speaking of disingenuous characterizations: what was that hetero bullshit with Peggy being more distraught over Steve's 'death' than Bucky????

are.you.kidding.me.

i feel this righteous anger burning over this, which i'm sure will come to a bigger rant at some point but really? fucking really?

this is it. this is what straight people do. this is the straight agenda.

this isn't even just about Steve and Bucky they do this kind of bullshit all the time in media: character 1 has a long-lasting deep friendship with character 2. character 1 has a romantic subplot with character 3. character 1 and 3 barely know each other. character 1 dies and character 3 is somehow more distraught about this than character 2.

i fully expected Bucky to start trying to climb down the mountain to find Steve but nope!

he's just 'oh nooo~ he ded. whelp lets go hoes'

while the woman who knew Steve for maybe a few months is doing the Darth Vader 'noooo' moment

this does not make any character, story, or emotional logical sense. there's no fucking reason for this bullshit than blatant homophobia.

like fucking fine, lets not see Steve and Bucky interact in any way because I WONDER WHY

but even better

lets have Bucky not really emote over Steve's death, because a. that's gay, we don't want people to think we write gay characters (don't worry marvel we don't) so two men can't care or mourn for each other onscreen. and b. we've got our hetero romance to sell

Peggy Carter is a professional military woman. with experience.

Bucky Barnes is some kid from Brooklyn whose been fighting in a war he's been drafted in for maybe some handful of months.

but sure. yeah. his childhood best friend dying. he's the one whose going to have the professional cool head in this moment.

and it's the PROFESSIONAL MILITARY WOMAN whose going to forget her job and training and need to be pulled from grieving BY THE MAN WHO'S BEST FRIEND JUST 'DIED'

SURE JAN SURE

it's the homophobia that betrays the logic of the characters that really fucks me up y'know?

if you're betraying the honest emotional reactions of story and character because you're afraid of those things being perceived as gay: you're homophobic.

it's really that simple.

'i'm in. for Steve' lol. like god. i'm as tired as seb sounds i swear

and i know Sebastian '~the truth of the character~' Stan probably felt like his teeth were being pulled out with hot pliers reading these. how many times did the voice director have to say, 'ok. can we try it like you're not slowly decaying from the inside, hunny?'

barely any howling commandos and none of them had any lines other than Dum Dum. ok. yeah. ok.

so some high notes:

return of my favorite Stark: 1940's Howard!

i would die twenty times just to be able to see more of Dominic Cooper's Howard Stark. he's just the fucking best. earnest and cute and a bit of a mad scientist and i fucking adore him

i need the Howard Stark + Bucky Barnes sitcom now. pls and thank you.

i'll even take 5 minute vinaigrettes of the antics they'd be up to. two playboy nerds together is just a magical event, don't waste it! i can't believe i've been sleeping on this dynamic it's too good.

"BARNES STOLE A CAR"

i will be replaying this single moment for years. the serotonin it gives me.

stark is just. the most excited man ever to have seen someone hotwire a car??? how did this scene go i need to knoooooowwww

all frustrations aside, it was really cool to see Peggy Carter as Captain Britain. she's a great character and i love her so much. every moment she was legit thrashing n*zis with her big butch arms was thrilling and satisfying.

that truck shield flip is still doing things to me...

honestly upset that the sword Peggy was wielding wasn't a Zemo easter egg like i was hoping it was 😩

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Hello! I don’t know if this is an ask per se, but I’ve been thinking a lot about this concept lately. Imagine how different Spencer would’ve been with different parents, like don’t get me wrong, Diana did the best she could considering her illness and the fact that her husband left, but imagine if things had been differently. Little Spencer who loves Halloween not because “he gets to be a different person for a day” but because his mother used to watch scary movies with him piled under a blanket fort. He knows every The Beatles song by heart but he also manages his way around Madonna and Britney, his mom wanting him to have a diverse taste in music. He’s still just as smart but his parents didn’t want him to skip grades, wishing for him to get the normal (as normal as possible for a genius) high-school experience. Being among peers his own age, attending school wasn’t as torturous, sure, he was still considered a nerd, but he had friends, he maybe even dated a couple people. Give me a Spencer who still got his 3 PHD’s and joined the BAU at a young age but without having to suffer in order to achieve these things. Give me a Spencer who’s got just as much knowledge about pop culture as he knows about serotonin in peas. I don’t know if this makes sense!

I totally get what you mean. It's always interesting to think about how different characters would be if you changed some small part of their life. But I will say that I think Spencer would turn out to be pretty similar, honestly.

I'm so sorry, you definitely didn't sign up for this, lol, but I'm about to go on a rant about Autistic children that you are totally free to skip if you prefer to keep your AU headcanon!😂

Also, as a brief aside, phenylethylamine (PEA) is not actually found in significant amounts in green peas, it's just the acronym! While it is found in large amounts in some parts of the Leguminosae family, it's mostly found in soybeans and nuts. I get so fired up about that error, lmao.

Back to Spencer though -

As an Autistic person who grew up with very supportive parents who did everything right, I was still heavily bullied, and I still ended up skipping grades (just did so later, of my own accord). If I hadn't skipped grades, I would've been forced to stay in public school longer and suffered a lot as a result because of the bullying and the fact that I was doing so much extra credit work that I was starting to annoy my teachers (I would literally invent more creative/difficult versions of their assignments because I would lose interest otherwise).

His parents definitely couldn't have stopped the bullying no matter what. Being among peers your own age doesn't really help when they can still tell you're different. I actually had better luck with older kids than I did kids my own age.

Considering the masking required of Autistic people, I actually think Diana did the right thing for him. When you are a savant, you are not as required to mask for the comfort of others because there is no earthly way for you to appear "normal." People will know immediately that you are "weird" and will treat you accordingly. So the idea of heavy masking is pointless.

For the same reasons, I think he would still like Halloween for getting to be a different person for a day (i.e., his true self rather than the mask he usually wears). Autistic people are often compared to robots, monsters, animals, and faeries (changelings), so it makes sense that many of us feel a kinship to mythical creatures/cryptids and enjoy an opportunity to blend in for the day.

But you are spot on about him being exposed to more pop culture if his parents were more interested in it. I think it would've been funny to see, for sure. While I'm not interested in most traditional pop culture things, I know plenty of Autistic people who were.

In the end, I'm a firm believer that to be Autistic in this day and age means that you suffer as a child. Not because it is inevitable, but because our society allows it to happen.

Whether or not you were traumatized by it is obviously dependent on your support system (so, like you said, with better equipped parents). But from where I'm sitting, Spencer would've ended up about the same, if not slightly worse off for being forced into environments not suited for him (like Gen Ed).

Obviously, we are all allowed to have different opinions on it, though! It's a fun thing to think about!

[himboob-enthusiast]

Hi I too love fictional men way more than real ones I was just wondering if you could write something where some of the Class 1-A boys comfort you after you have a bad mental health day or get stuck in a depression rut like Kirishima and Midorya and Bakugou or whoever you feel comfortable writing for 🥺 I’ve just been having a rough week and could use a pick me up but don’t worry if you don’t want to write it or don’t have time !!!! Have a great day lovely <3!!!

I’m sorry you’ve had a rough week puttus :(( drink water and eat a good meal or im gonna rip ur toes off and use them as lesbian earrings >:))) but i hope this make you feel better!! and you’re like my first ask so i’m eggxcited so lets get into it

Midoriya

this man is all types of traumatized ngl to you chief but, he knows what it feels like when you just feel like rotting in your bed all day

if you haven’t brushed your teeth or showered because of this he would be like ~self care day~ in the disguise of trying to get you to be hygienic again

after you come out the shower with tangled hair he smiles softly at you and ushers you to sit at the foot of your bed

this nerd would put on old all might documentaries and very gently comb through your hair to make sure he gets all the knots and tangles out

he would prob have those sweet mug cake mixes and make a few with you as comfort food :,)))

after watching a few documentaries he’d take you outside to get some fresh air and look at the stars

he’d let you vent or give you a shoulder to silently cry on because he’s the type of person to hurt when he sees someone he cares about hurting

once your eyes are all puffy and cried out he gives you the softest look of admiration because you are just so pretty awooga teenage boy brain no think

overall 10/10 good person to vent to and super understanding

I am so happy you made it this far. You don’t have to worry about keeping everything in Y/N. I am here.

Bakugou

he is also apart of trauma gang someone pls send this man to therapy

he gives aggressive affection and would be like “you look and smell like shit go take a shower or something” he definitely didn’t leave a bathbomb on your bed wtf

when you come and sit down on his bed with your head cast down in sadness he has a rough time trying to figure out how to best comfort you

he headbutts you *but with affection and love* and he grabs the back of your neck and pulls it into his chest

“if you tell anyone I did this I’ll invert your rib cage”

after he sees you at your worst he’ll try to make sure you only go up from there

if you have banana in your room he’ll take a tooth pick and write “eat me” on it

when he sees you slowly making improvements he makes sure to tell you he’s  proud of you because coming out of a depression rut is tough

bakugou loves you is emotionally intelligent he’s just is a lil piss baby but he’s ur piss baby

Don’t stay down for too long dumbass, you act like I’m not right here if you need anything. Don’t fucking smile so hard god damn it-

Kirishima

unfortunately he knows exactly how it feels

when he was questioning his decisions for becoming a hero he went through a horrible depressive episode

he constantly tells you how manly you are for making it this far but, now you have a rock to lean on

he writes you sticky notes on encouragement when he asked to borrow some math notes and when you read them they’re so sincere you almost cry

he gets flustered when you hugs him and thank him for his words of kindness and he gets so soft for you

he would take you to the gym with him because he thinks exercising will help you out to get some serotonin in your think meat

super earnest and will listen very closely if you vent to him to get some stuff of your chest and would add some advice or comments so you know he’s listening and internalizing everything

he is your rock of emotional stability and he thinks you’re so manly for trusting him with your deep internal thoughts

I’m so glad you came to me and you don’t have to be in your head all the time man! I’m all ears and whenever you need your rock I’m just a phone call away.

last minute thoughts

aghabfoanfo this is my first time writing so if anyone has any suggestions or anything lemme know mwuah thanks for reading

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 24

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TWs/Summary: The party, finally. Nerds be nerds. They're all dorks tbh. Booze and partying. Clint is a disaster. Natasha is a queen. I beg for comments from y'all cuz I'm short on serotonin 🥺🥺🥺💚✨

This is a Spotify playlist I made for the first half of the party. Sets the mood 😌

The party was booming, the room was flooded with a large amount of people dressed in various extravagant outfits. It was enough to sweep my eyes over the crowd only once to take notice of the thought and money people had put into their outfits. I hardly noticed any cheesy "angel/devil" or "sexy cat" ensembles, my eyes caught on gemstones and feathers and floor-length gowns instead.

First Avenger to catch my eye was Thor - only because the people surrounding him barely held back from drooling. Hell, I did a spit-take: the usually graceless giant stood casually posted at one of the snack tables, wearing silver robes embroidered with tiny sparkling gemstones; a sleek, angular crown rested atop his head, his blonde hair was longer, lighter and straight. One look at his ears and the realisation struck me: Thor was Thranduil, the Elven king. It made sense since Peter had the thunderer hooked on the Lord of the Rings movies a couple of weeks ago...

Both Loki and Wanda cleaned up no less nicely. The Witch was wearing a midi dress, airy and soft, in pastel tones that brought out the natural rosiness of her cheeks and the scarlet undertones glimmering in the strands of her hair. Unlike me, she chose to wear a sparkling tiara, which Loki had created after a short debate - it was an intricate material illusion meant to last for at least ten hours.

Loki himself was a work of art: dark and macabre fantasy painting. I could barely tear my eyes away from the pale, tall man clad in dark green silks and brocade. The candlelight threw shadows on his angular face and his sharp cheekbones stood out more than ever: twenty minutes I spent on convincing him to let me put make-up on his face paid off spectacularly. Flickering lights toyed with the emeralds and forest greens of the shiny silk of his vest, giving Loki an ethereal glow. His eyes shone crimson red, making nearby people throw equally startled and appreciative looks.

As for myself, the stares I got were no more and no less than I expected. The dress I'd been aching to wear fit me perfectly, earthen tones, hand-embroidered blossoms and delicate golden threading. The layers of my skirt were just voluminous enough to give me the extra airy, floating walk, the medium-height platforms of my shoes lightening my step. The ropes securing them to my legs were decorated with flowers so delicate they looked real.

The peak of my outfit took an arm and a leg in bribery of the resident sorcerer-turned-vampire, but in the end, even Loki himself could hardly look away from his creation. An hour of research and some serious magic voodoo shit was what it took for the fluttering fairy wings to sit between my shoulder blades. I felt them as an extension of my own body, and whilst flying was definitely out of the question, I could flicker them and felt the delicate brush of Wanda's fingers as she admired the translucent, blue-green, marble-patterned sheen of pure, concentrated magic.

In hindsight, I should have simply bought a set of pre-made wings and asked Loki to enchant them to move on their own. Hindsight... I wasn't good at that. So, in this moment, with the wings syncing up with my jittery nerves, the shiny traitors shook with the force of stares directed at our little trio. There was an absurd amount of gorgeous people and breathtaking costumes, yet even then, we stood out like Mona Lisa in an indie art gallery. Muted 'woah's and 'oh-my-gods' traveled across the room, turning even more heads towards us.

"And you wanted to wear Walmart," I weakly chuckled in Wanda's direction, seeing her wide eyes and Loki's arm rapidly wrapping around her waist, catching her a brief moment before she stumbled. The trickster looked unimpressed and bored for all the world to see, but to me, the slight twitching of his eyebrow told me he wasn't feeling that much different from us girls either.

"Brother!" Thor gestured us over with a drink in each hand, parting the crowd of people easily.

Noah, et tu? I had no choice but to swallow my unease, hoping my concealer and highlighter did their job and my face hadn't lost the sublime glow I was aiming for. For a girl like me, the Fae aesthetic wasn't easily achieved: naturally, I wasn't innocent, I wasn't playful... However, I was mischievous. Plenty of that.

Spotting a semi-familiar face in the crowd of partygoers, I gave the man a lopsided grin and a wink without actually taking note of who he was. Tonight, I would be a fairy. I would play.

"King," Wanda mock-bowed with a laugh, carefully embracing Thor. Even Loki did a brief, composite left-handed tilt with a slight smirk.

"Where's the rest of the gang?" I giggled, immediately making grabby hands for the nearest brightly coloured, fruity concoction that fell into my eyesight. Being sober at a party was not something I had planned to be: first drink went down like water as Thor explained the whereabouts of our various friends.

"Steven and James are with Lady Natasha, there is a knife-throwing contest outside on the patio," As soon as those words left his mouth, Loki immediately perked up, not-so-subtly turning his torso towards the large open area.

"Go," I ushered him. "Win us something, good sir," With a chuckle of my own, I grabbed Wanda by the hand for both of us to give a chaste good luck kiss to each of Loki's cheeks. He smiled as I threw a tiny amount of sparkles at him, shouting "GOOD LUCK!" to his retreating back.

"Princess?" I heard a curious voice pipe up behind me, an arm carefully wrapping itself under my wings. Said arm jerked as the sensitive matter of my wings fluttered away from the touch, shivers running down my spine and making me shuffle in place awkwardly.

"Tickles," I breathed out, voice pitched.

Tony's utterly perplexed face came into view as he gave me an open-mouthed once-over. "Darling..." He cleared his throat. I had managed to rob Tony Stark of his words! "You look... Exquisite." His eyes critically surveyed the amount of make-up and glitter on my face before he lifted the inside of my wrist, touching his lips to the pulse point for two long seconds, stealing my breath away with the simple, intimate gesture. It was by far more powerful than having to get glitter out of his beard if he'd kissed me on the lips, or even on the cheek.

"Congratulations, you've caught a Fae," I grinned mischievously, my own eyes widening at the amount of tiny little details on Tony's costume. Delicate, moving clockwork gears and metals interwoven with dark brown, harsh leather; he wore a tophat decorated with a pair of glasses and both his arms and harnesses had moving details of polished, dull-grey chrome. It was unreal, like Tony had stepped out of a Steampunk graphic novel, like he'd just got done filming the Wild West movie. "Nerd," I affectionately brushed my fingers - glitter-free hand - along the handlebar mustache he'd grown out.

Tony spoke over Thor's laughter, pressing himself closer to me, this time careful around my wings. "Do I get to make a wish?"

"Don't be rude, Tony. The Fair Folk should be treated with politeness and respect," Bruce's amused voice signaled his arrival before I even saw him. His costume and Tony's complimented each other: whereas Tony the wngiy obviously was some sort of inventor, Bruce was a doctor, or perhaps, a chemist. Instead of moving gears, he had an array of brightly coloured vials attached to a gold-and-green embroidered belt, and a single monocle replaced his usual rectangular glasses. The scientist gallantly raised my palm to his lips, fighting a smile of his own. Utter nerds! "You're the most beautiful thing in this room, Princess. Everyone can't take their eyes off you," With that, a brief, bright flash of green blinked in his eyes and then I knew, Bruce and Hulk would be on my back, watching out for me wherever I would decide to go.

The knots in my back, in my stomach, slowly began to unwind, the feeling accelerated by the warmth of alcohol sitting low in my belly. I was happily sandwiched between my two men, chatting with Wanda and Thor, nibbling on the spooky treats that Tony's catering services had provided. They were delicious.

Sam appeared, dragging a flushed Clint in tow. The archer had evidently gotten well into his drinks, seeing as he was holding a horn in one hand whilst the other still barely held onto his head. Despite the costume fail, he seemed to be having the time of his life.

"We need glue," Sam announced, smiling in our direction. "Well, hello, ladies," Briefly, abandoning his bird bro, Sam kissed a giggling Wanda on the cheek and wrestled one of my hands from Tony to peck it, too. "My, my eyes have been so blessed!"

"What are you?" Wanda asked the man curiously, pointing at his... a sort of toga, brown leather shoes that looked more like hooves and a crown of... grapevine?

"Dionysus," Sam mock-bowed, "And this is my Pan. Who happens to be a lightweight and enjoys annoying witches that can throw knives with scary precision!" The man announced, annoyed, whilst Clint just drunkenly giggled as he was helped by Thor - the Asgardian-Elf was doing something to the archer's headdress and putting the wonky horn back in its place, hands steady despite Clint's swaying and squirming.

"Classy," I toasted Sam. "Who's the knife-throwing witch?"

"Natasha," He grabbed a drink of his own. "She went as Yennefer, both fossils are Witchers and Pietro is Jaskier. He looks like a proper court jester in that purple... Thing," The dark man was giggling, too, somewhat tipsy.

"The Ass of America could fit his sizeable rear end in leather pants? How much KY jelly did they use?" Tony snorted mockingly as all of us laughed. I remembered seeing an interview with Henry Cavill and his troubles regarding the leather pants - Tony's question was valid and you can fuckin' quote me on that.

"Man, don't ask me. I've already seen more than enough of him and Barnes in the supply closet," Sam winced, downing the remainder of his drink in one go.

"And what were you doing in the supply closet, Wilson?" Natasha was absolutely breathtaking in the black mesh dress. Pietro next to her looked like a masquerade attendee - in a good way. He had gone with the video game version of Jaskiers outfit and was a bright addition to or our mostly black and pastel coloured party.

Sam grumbled something unintelligible, striking a conversation with Pietro and Clint, pulling the rest of us into it one by one. People came by and went, saying their hellos and asking to take pictures - the party was attended by mostly SI and trusted SHIELD employees with the exception of a few B-level celebrities Tony knew personally, no press was allowed beyond their designated area so all of us could afford some degree of frivolity.

Steve and Bucky - oh my God their costumes were tight - shared kisses and heated glances over the tops of our heads. Bruce's hand snuck under the highest part of my skirt, caressing my legs and Tony's soft pecks on the top of my head filled me with the warmest sense of adoration. Loki, being the gentleman he was, had won both me and Wanda each a stuffed spider which we gracefully accepted, thanking the trickster with a dance.

Or three. Wanda went first, eyes sparkling and smile ten miles wide as she soaked up the admiration, the envious stares of the people in the room. The witch looked simply stunning, she was glowing, and Loki next to her shared the sentiment wholeheartedly - a small grin decorated his face, eyes kindest I'd ever seen them. In that moment, Wanda truly was a princess.

Three and a half drinks in, I swayed gently to the music, unbothered by the smile creeping on my face as I watched the two magical people dance and mingle. "You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey..." Singing along was a pesky habit of mine that manifested itself after a certain amount of liquor circulated through my system. It wasn't like I was a bad singer - my parents had made me take music classes until I was sixteen - but it was generally an embarrassing moment nonetheless. In that moment, I didn't give a damn. "You're as sweet as strawberry wine..." Trust Tony to pick the kind of music I actually knew and liked.

A flash of purple and my glass was snatched out of my hand and promptly downed. Shamelessly grinning, Pietro gave me a look with that cocky tilt of his lips, blonde hair in utter disarray. "That your work?" He nodded towards the dancing couple, giving the empty glass to Bruce who was now watching my swaying with a careful eye.

"My and Loki's," I replied dryly."Thank you," Pietro replied sincerely. "Wanda needed this," Briefly looking me over (fuckin' glitter! I was missing out on so many hugs!), the blonde settled on squeezing my hand between his own. "May I steal your lady for a dance?" He addressed Bruce, seeing as Tony was immersed in a conversation with some dude dressed as Marty from Back to The Future. IT department, maybe?

"You may, but no funny business," Bruce looked godly in his outfit with the stern expression: eyebrows drawn together, lips pursed and irises having just a tinge of green. Hulk watching me added an unexpected sort of spice to our interactions. It made me feel...

"Let's go, Printsesa," Pietro unceremoniously dragged me to the dancefloor, all but stomping over other people's feet, shoes, tails and various other accessories. Boys will be boys... And we danced, and we laughed - until Loki and Wanda floated over to us, promptly swapping partners with fluidity I didn't expect from either of the twins. I watched Pietro spin Wanda with a smile as the Witch shrieked and cursed at her overenthusiastic brother.

"How's it going, Lokes?" I addressed the resident vampire, placing an arm on his shoulders. Tall ass bastard.

"Better than I expected," He admitted. "Although I cannot say I appreciate intoxicated Midgardian males."

"Nobody likes drunk dudes," I rolled my eyes. "I've lost count how many faces I've punched and balls busted at parties. They just don't learn."

"Oh, indeed, you're a fighter, little one. How could have I forgotten?" Loki teased me, doing an elaborate twirl to narrowly avoid the slap I was aiming at his chest. Tall, cheeky bastard.

I definitely should have put salt in his tea sugar.

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[homielander]

Bestie I followed you for Outer Banks so that one for the ask game

you- you followed me for outer banks? i am so sorry

the first character i ever fell in love with: pretty sure i started liking all of the pogues at about the same time? but i believe it was pope since he was introduced as the Nerd and i was immediately in love

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: i really liked ward in the beginning! it was fairly apparent from the get-go that he would be the villain (i think it clicked for me in his third scene or something) yet he was still charming enough for me to appreciate him. but it quickly became clear how awful he was to his children and that made me :/ i can excuse murder but i draw the line at child abuse

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: can't think of any for this show

my ultimate favourite character™: jj maybank, light of my life and actual human disaster. but also pope, rafe, and kiara

prettiest character: i have thought ever since i first watched that both sarah and kiara look like the very two moxie girls dolls i had as a kid. they're so pretty

my most hated character: limbrey's brother. not relevant enough for me to remember his name. what an ass

my OTP: jjpope and jiara! 

my NOTP: i've seen a lot of people ship rafe and kie and like, aside from the fact that they've had a total of three scenes together... he’s also attempted to murder her in 2/3 scenes? what is wrong w y'all why do you hate her so much

favourite episode: oh my gosh. 2.10 was fantastic! it was so fun!! i loved all the boat shenanigans, i loved seeing cleo again, i loved that rafe and john b scene where rafe came off as a slasher film villain, i loved poor wheezie just wanting to play a game with her sister, so on and so forth. and i also adore 1.06 (where they go to the spooky mansion to extract the gold). it's scarier than so many horror movies and i love the moment of celebration that the pogues have at the end. it gives me... i think they call it serotonin?

saddest death: peterkin! listen i rewatched s1 after the second season came out and tbh, she was a little bit corrupt. but ultimately she had the best interests of the kids at heart and i was so sad when she died.

favourite season: definitely liked season 1 the most. god i honestly miss early quarantine so bad and obx1 was a huge part of that for me.

least favourite season: season 2. it was still a fun watch, don't get me wrong, but i think at times it prioritized high-thrill action sequences over authentic character moments. i read something about how obx is very unique in that it managed to capture a large male audience (around 50% of its viewers), and maybe that's why? however, i think the first season managed to be lowkey but also high stakes and i do believe they'll try to replicate a similar vibe for the third season. i just miss my kids chilling at the beach ya know?

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: can't think of anyone. the main cast is very likable

my 'you're a piece of trash, but you're still a fav' fav: RAFE CAMERON! it took me so long to accept that i liked him because i was so upset about peterkin, but they gave him so much depth in the second season and drew starkey delivered such an excellent performance. and when i rewatched the first season i ended up just feeling awful for him :( he needs jail but also therapy

my 'you're a beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this' fav: jj. kiara. pope. sarah. john b. they all deserve better i will protect them with my life

my 'this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it' ship: not going to lie i kind of fw rose and ward. it was just so unexpected to me that she ended up being more cold and calculating than ward himself and helped him rein it in when he was freaking out about another murder he'd committed. power couple that needs to stay far away from their three kids <3

my 'they're kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i'm not too invested' ship: jarah! to be honest their buildup was SO GOOD but everything after that first kiss fell flat for me which is disappointing. i feel like both of them lost a lot of personality after getting together. i still want to see them be happy and in love, but i would also really like for them to spend some time apart in season 3 (not necessarily broken up, just not on screen together)

[noritoshiikamo]

I know your blog is jjk dedicated but haikyuu thirst or fluff .. doesn't hurt? Does it?

I recently a few seasons of haikyuu and the moment i laid my eyes on the tall blondie *Tsukishima kei * i tell you all i can think about is him and what would he feel like being around. Idk if you are into him or not but i am head over heels for this guy and even though it's been not so long i simp. What i meant was like when he is mean or say salty my nosebleeds heart speeds up and i am wet💦😏. I am so into him being mean i even imagine what it would be like when he would be mean to me idk why. Uhmmm him and i we would make a good pair like a good angsty hot but a happy ending kinda story. I am grumpy though but not that often ( lying most of the times but still) he is a virgo and a perfect romantic the best match for anything and everything for pisces *me*. I mean damn how hot can a man be. And its like i am not even into blondies then this happened. Though i am 5'3 bit too short for him😪 idk if he would be into me or not. I am a massive nerd and he is like the popular hot athletic kid. He is perfect years older than me amd what not. 😪😪🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ i am talking about things which cannot happen i can't find 2d men perfection in 3d men or even teleport myself in the manga ..never happening i am so dumb even thinking about the possibility. But i wish, life is so hard already i want to be happy too but i have nothing other than these kind of magical escapes to keep me going. They aren't real but do give me happiness and hope even though temporary that things might take a good turn for me too someday and that it will be fine someday.

Idk why and what shit i am blabbing here sorry i just ...so sorry. love you and your blog really you are amazing 💟💟

pls i love love letters hdjdjdjdj dont feel bad abt spamming (drop some if u have any thirsts im willing to indulge)

you sound so perfect for tsuki and here i am, completely knowing that i would cry if im ever put in the same room as kei. would i date someone like tsuki?? no but would i let him tap this ass for one night stand??? probably??? him being mean is such a turn off but i have anxiety, a slight change of his mood would throw me off fjxmksmd i see myself more of into dating a guy like akaashi, loud guys like bokuto drains me, i also would like to think i would bag a guy like kuroo, but maybe in my dreams.

hdjcncjcj i getchu bb, im always lost in the idea of daydreaming of what life would be for me if i ever dated 2d men, despite dating a 3d man for almost few years now. its just something about 2d men giving me such a huge boost of serotonin, thats why i enjoy writing so much.

[bokutokoutarou]

@tsukideshima​ asked: Not sure if this is an emergency request but can I have headcanons for tsuki, bokuto and suga with an s/o who has depression and on days it's bad she completely shuts down like barely getting off the bed to eat her meals and tries to sleep the enture day off? Thank you so much, my depressions has just been acting up and quarantine is not helping—

of course this counts as an emergency request! i really hope you feel better soon, and if you ever want to talk then i’m here :)

warning - mentions depression

[a/n] - i’m formatting my posts like this from now on instead of answering asks directly because tumblr’s being mean to me and is inserting a ‘read more’ right after the ask :(

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TSUKKI, BOKUTO, AND SUGA WITH A DEPRESSED S/O

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☆。*。☆。 Tsukishima Kei

Tsukishima’s no stranger to depressive-like symptoms, so that just makes him even more motivated to make sure that you don’t feel the same way

If you try to sleep in all day, he’ll straight up pick you up with no remorse and carry you out of bed

He may be a bit scrawny, but he can lift you up like it’s nothing

You’ll try to protest and squirm out of his hold, but there’s no way that he’s letting you win because:

“Nice try, [Y/N], but there’s no way you’re sleeping the whole day away on my watch”

If he ever notices that you’re not eating as much or that you’re skipping meals, he’ll go on a whole TANGENT about how your body needs nutrients to live

Once, during one of his rants about how you need to eat to survive, he made an offhand comment about how he wouldn’t know what he’d do without you alive and you both turned BRIGHT RED after what he said processed in your minds

“Kei, did you just say...” you trailed off, completely red in the face and speechless at his words

Tsukishima was completely stunned at what he said, but he didn’t try to take it back or deny it because it was true. He needed you just as much as you needed him

“Yeah, yeah I did,” he told you, and his lips curled upwards into one of his rare smiles that you had fallen in love with

Tsukki’s not very big on hugs or affection, but as awkward as he may be, he won’t hesitate to pull you into a hug if your depression is acting up

During quarantine, he’d try to cheer you up by sending you jokes and memes that are only funny because of how unfunny they are

Also, he’ll send you dinosaur memes because he’s a huge nerd and it’s adorable

Even though he tries to hide it sometimes, there’s no denying that he cares about you so much, and he will do anything to make sure that you’re okay

☆。*。☆。 Bokuto Koutarou

Honestly, if Bokuto’s around then there’s no use in even trying to stay in bed because this boy will find a way to get you up no matter what it takes

It’ll start off with him shaking you lightly and enthusiastically trying to convince you to get a fresh start to the day by waking up early

“RISE AND SHINE, [Y/N]!!!”

Of course, that never works, so then he’ll jump into the bed with you and start tickling you to try to wake you up

“STOP IT KOU,” you always say in between your uncontrollable giggles. “YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME PEE”

That method usually works, but one time it didn’t, so he texted Kuroo because he honestly didn’t know what to try next

Kuroo told him that he should play an alarm sound on his phone to straight up ANNOY you awake, and although Kuroo was half-joking, Bokuto actually listened

This boy straight up played the most ANNOYING alarm sound you’ve ever heard until you got so pissed off that you had to get out of bed and shut it off yourself

Kuroo almost pissed himself when you angrily texted him what Bokuto did

If Bokuto notices that you’re eating less because of your depression, then he’ll make you a “special” home-made meal that he thinks you can’t resist

Of course, Bokuto can’t cook for shit (although you’ll never tell him that), but you’ll end up eating the whole thing because you feel bad for him

Somehow Bokuto got the right result with the wrong formula, but hey, at least it worked

Bokuto will give you the BIGGEST hugs to cheer you up, and you can practically feel your serotonin boosting whenever he wraps his arms around you and peppers you with kisses

During quarantine, he’d spam you with the stupidest memes in an attempt to cheer you up, and he’d send you random selfies of him doing dumb stuff throughout the day to try and make you laugh

You always do because he’s so dumb that it’s adorable

Even though Bokuto’s kind of clueless sometimes, he just loves you so damn much and he means the best. He just wants to see you smile, because he can never be truly happy if he knows that you’re not

☆。*。☆。 Sugawara Koushi

Sugawara’s a literal sweetheart, but he’s not a pushover, ESPECIALLY when it comes to your mental health

He likes to brighten your day from the very beginning by bringing you breakfast in bed (as long as you promise to get up right afterwards), and unlike Bokuto, Sugawara can ACTUALLY cook

His meals are god-tier so you can’t even resist eating them even if your appetite decreases because of your depression

He’s literally getting you to eat and motivating you to get out of bed all at once

Suga always makes sure to check in on you and how you’re doing. He’s really understanding, and he always lets you know that he’s there for you no matter what

He’s so calming and therapeutic, so you find it extremely easy to talk to the boy about anything that you’re struggling with

Whenever your depression acts up, he tries to make you feel better by cuddling you and putting on a cheesy rom-com for you two to watch

He calls his cuddles “serotonin cuddles”. It’s literally the cheesiest thing ever and HE KNOWS IT, but that doesn’t stop him from calling them that

As much as you hate to admit it, you always feel so much happier whenever you’re wrapped in his warm embrace

During quarantine, he’d spam you with facetime calls to make sure that you’re doing alright

Also, he’ll make sure that you send pictures of your plate before and after you eat to make sure that you’re eating enough because he’s SUCH a mom

Suga honestly cares about you more than anything in the world, and he’s not afraid to show it

As long as you’re happy, he’s happy, and in his opinion, there’s NO better feeling than the feeling he gets in his chest whenever he sees you smile

[achubbydumpling]

Summer Camp & Fat Camp

Get Beached: A Little Extra

Rating: General Audiences Words: 936 Relationship: Lance Tucker/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Summer Camp, Crossover, Weight Gain, Very, very vaguely inspired by Romeo and Juliet if you squint, Non-Serum Steve Rogers, Chubby Lance Tucker

The asthma camp Steve’s mom had convinced him to attend was surprisingly not terrible, almost fun even. Well, apart from Lance fucking Tucker sitting on the side-lines of the running track slurping a milkshake and insulting him.

“You call that running, Rogers? My grandma runs faster than that!”

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“I’m not even supposed to be running.” Even Steve knew that was a weak defence, but his brain was currently working on half-rations what with his stupidly immature high school jock-crush deciding to turn up in the middle of nowhere Texas.

Steve starts coughing before he even makes it halfway around the track. With Tucker needling him, he feels like pushing himself at least until the finish line, but he reluctantly slows to a walk before he actually triggers an attack. So far, his chest just felt itchy and tight, but at least he was still getting enough air to not need his inhaler.

“So, that’s,” Lance obnoxiously slurped his milkshake. “Jeez, Rogers, I think you almost made it halfway around the track. Wouldn’t’ve pecked you for an elite athlete.”

“At least,” another cough. “I have an actual medical condition.” Fuck, he’s embarrassingly wheezy today.

Just a few more steps to where Lance was sitting, pulling out a– fuck, pulling out another burger. His white t-shirt was pulled so tightly across his gut, Steve could see the indentation of his belly button through the fabric.

“Save your breath for walking over.” Lance shouldn’t be hot while talking with his mouth full, but here Steve was fighting the useless fluttering in his stomach. Steve actually shut up before he said anything like that out loud.

Steve sat down on the ground in front of the grubby plastic bench Lance was holding his impromptu picnic at.

“Like I was saying I have a condition, you’re just a glutton.” Steve wished he could wipe that self-satisfied smirk off this idiot’s face.

“A glutton? I’ve heard worse.” And he takes another fucking bite. All his attention on the beige calorie bomb between his fingers.

“I’m just pointing out facts, haven’t even tried to insult you yet.” He had.

“Go on then. Hit me with your best shot.” And Steve went on the offensive, digging up everything that he had wanted to say to Lance Tucker to finally wipe that useless grin off his face.

“You look like an over-stuffed land whale. I’d be surprised if you could get up on those gymnastics bars again even if you wanted to. Once you weren’t the golden boy anymore you filled the void with fast food and booze. You gained thirty pounds in, what, three months? That’s an addictive personality latching onto anything that gives them an ounce of serotonin. All your clothes are two sizes too small and that’s all anyone ever talks about anymore. I’d be surprised if you could even zip that jacket. And you’re just sitting on your fat ass and stuffing a double meal combo down your throat like that’s gonna solve anything.”

“Not hearing any of those scathing insults yet.”

“And you’re probably the kind of pervert that likes it.” Lance’s shit-eating grin morphed into something almost taken-aback.

“Ooh, that’s a new one. Good job, Rogers, but then you’re one too.”

“Excuse me?” Steve could’ve passed for thirteen right there, the way his voice cracked.

Lance leaned back on one hand, wiped his other on his shirt and then raised it to count off, “Thirty pounds? Check. Two sizes too small? Check. Two meal combos? Almost check. I did bring a PB&J to tide me over until they had the food ready.”

“Plus, breakfast at the camp?”

“Gotta keep up the appearance.”

“What appearance? If anything, you’ve gained weight in the past week.” One last desperate stab at Tucker.

“Case in point.” Back on the defensive.

“Well, you didn’t deny it either.”

“What can I say? It turns me on.” Steve must’ve died and gone to heaven.

“How’d you figure that out after following an athlete’s diet since birth?” Lance shrugged, almost bashful, but his obnoxious grin was back in place in seconds.

“The new kid kinda sparked something.” Steve must’ve looked as confused as he felt.

“Complete nerd. Brown hair. Built like a brewery horse.” Continued confusion. “Fat Cavill.”

“Oh, Henry. It’s not very nice to call him that.”

“It’s not very nice—” Lance repeated mockingly, “And it’s still what made you recognize him.” Steve felt heat rising in his cheeks.

“Well, I’m not blind and apparently I like looking at people like him.” His voice got quieter and quieter towards the end. Instead of a rebuttal it just sounded like a confession.

“So, why haven’t you been stalking his lunch order then?” Steve wanted to be swallowed by a deep and dark hole in the ground to repent for his sins.

“I have not been stalking-”

“Two combo meals.” Lance added in a singsong voice while shaking the empty cup in front of Steve’s face. Steve was preparing to insult Lance scathingly when his eyes were drawn to someone powerwalking across the field.

“Holy shit, is that your coach? He’s built like a fucking line-backer.”

“He is one.”

“He looks angry. Are you in trouble for sneaking out?”

“I’d probably get in less trouble if asthma boy snuck in.”

“Is that a proposition?” Steve could actually see Lance’s expression move in the vague direction of anxious, but then his stupid grin once again obscured anything that was remotely human.

“Light’s out is at ten.” Was the last thing he said to Steve before he pushed him back towards the bleachers and motioned for him to hide.

[ibelonginthepast]

okay I need your klance fic recs(i feel like you have really good taste)(i mean your icon is literally THE keith of course you have god tier taste)

okay so the thing is.. that when i say am kinda messed up and disgusting sometimes... and becoming a madwoman... am not over exaggerating or saying it in a funky way.. i actually am getting like that .. and that's how i got into the klance fandom initially. i project through lance and read really langsty fics.. and they are messed messed with like violent nsfw, gore, horror, serious mental health issues etc? so if u want those... i'll only send them if u want?

yeah tho i entered with this thingy that klance is gonna be like my guilty pleasure or some shit but them i inevitably fell in love with some GORGEOUS fanfictions out there and KEITH KOGANE in all shapes sizes genders and ages so lol...

but they aren't flowery. that's just not my taste. Some of them might be "problematic"? it's in quotes because i don't agree with it. it's not going to be problematic in plain ignorant sense like racial issues or blatant sexism or mental abuse.... but they might have like stuff which people dont always agree with like drugs. most of them would have nsfw it's just something that i need to have for feels and that's why i asked if u minded it. some things are like more subjective,, characterizations for example, cause like some people dont think keith is a skirt guy cause he isnt in fashion but i think he is petty and rebellious so he will defo do that? some of them would have like physical fights and stuff.. or keith and lance being mean to each other.. some ugly habits which aren't necessarily condemned like anger or drugs.? but with how i see it, it's not glorified, so i see them as human. i love the raw and ugly in these or idk its just human to me (but some people dont like which is completely valid cause we are all different from different environments and think different and resonate with different stuff.)

wait addition: i think some of them will have sexist themes? which i have complained about a lot before. i dont know why authors feel the need to somehow put women down to show how a mlm relationship without any women is superior or some shit it's annoying as fuck i hate it. i dont think i would have any especially sexist fics here, but there might be some with lowkey themes and bad handling of those issues. some of them mau have that subtext of disgusting heteronormative standards, but in subtext uk like bottom lance having a small waist and being giggly and all in contrast to big bulk keith.

here are some that i had bookmarked... but i may remember some more and then send them to u and or add them here...

a heads up.. i dont remember all of them very well. its been a while and i read fanfictions A LOT so yeah.. incase one slips up here which isnt very good am sorry dont judge me

the bold ones are the ones u should really check out if our taste is similar.

to begin with plain f l u f f,, my first klance bookmark was How Could I Say No? by Padfoots_Pawprint. tws for violence, bullying, injury BUT it's not actually gory or something like that it's just keith being keith and getting hurt and lance helping my boi like he should. it made me feeeeeeeel ksksk

this was one that kinda really touched me,, Wasted youth, Cryptids, and Waterboys by Baea THIS HAS EXPLICIT NSFW in it, the first chapter kicks off with it.. its a good fuck buddies to lovers in my opinion.. i love the writing style, the choice of how it's just a couple entries of random days in their lives. i love keith's characterization.. he is a hobo and a conspiracy nerd.. i love how down for him lance is, very dedicated. i love their growth.. i love how they help each other grow,, and it's so like real and usual day to day and human and down to earth idk how else to express it. this is INCOMPLETE. it's 12 chapters and discontinued as of now,, but it's not a deadly cliffhanger

similar in style and approach to the above. tho i think here is where it gets dubious. Easy, Tiger. by @/WhatTheBodyGraspsNot ... this is INCOMPLETE too and as of now discontinued. this has that sorta murky vibe with it's drug usage, them being teenagers in school and engaging in stuff like this, bad boy keith and all. this has nsfw too. i just remember really liking it and its very raw and unfiltered. tho it's incomplete it's not an open ending for now.

okay so i am restarting this but am upset as fuck that it all got deleted so i am gonna be lazy and not put as much effort as i did.

i have also Crowd Pleaser bookmarked by the same author,, this one's complete and it has some serious issues around gaslighting if i remember correctly... i really liked it then. keith is literally an angel here, i want to kidnap him and marry him literally. the s h w ee t e s t shit ,, and i like how lance gives him all the support and space to get his shit together

Drummer boy by klancekorner,, i think it's similar to the prev one, but lance's pov(which is what i prefer ngl). this authors fanfics are all just wholesome. i had put links to all their fics before, but imma now just say that u should go and check all their fics out. i have them all bookmarked, i must have seen something in them (can't remember what now tho and i cant be bothered to skim through them like last time *rolls eyes*)

War of hearts? idk why honestly, just ik keira has made me gay, and lesbian rejection angst? garrison? yes :) it's incomplete, conveniently left at the point where lance's heart is broken lol

Fuck buddies with benefits. THE NAME IS BAD I KNOW but i just love the idea of a dedicated mess of a keith and lance taking care of him. that's it that's the fic if i remember correctly. oh wait yeah u might think keith is not treating lance right, but i think it's fine if lance is treated a bit stupid. this is a bit too sex driven tho i dont like it but just SLEEPDEPRIVED KEITH TO TAKE CARE OF IMMA SIGN UP (ik this maybe coming off toxic but lol look at me)

Rambling: THIS WAS ME.

Last Defense: TW SUICIDE this is literally the langst i have for canon lance

I want something else: bad boy keith can break my limbs and cut my face and i will thank him

A thank you would be nice: keira damn

game-set-match: b a d b o y

I swear to go the devil made me do it: my typically fav trop, hardcore pining lance, literally perfect angsty keith. very similar to the top ones ig? idk also this one is one of my comparatively recent sane bookmarks so that's something. it starts off weird, u think it gon be subtly sexist but it turns out better so hold on

you've got me locked up: i think it's delinquent keith,, its floofy

Dad lance and tattoo artist keith: the name says it

damn while going through my bookmarks i realized that there are a lot of things i never bookmarked? i am pretty sure i loved a lot of long fanfictions, flower shop aus and tattoo artists shit wtf-

wait here's one, it's not complete: Blood jumps in the sun: it's very heavy has a lot of growth and kinda wholesome,, tags and summary will give u an idea what u getting in.

The lessons we learned: can't remember much other than florist keith, sad keith, smart keith, really long, pining

damn i think i have a lot of happy ones i didn't bookmark cause my brain was like u dont deserve the serotonin :( i'll add if i have more)

some actually angsty, detailed nsfw and messy (according to the way u interpret these) ones... lemoninagin.. they have some very detailed and explicit nsfw stuff but i am not there for it. some of it has the kind of angst i like? an actual one that i love and they recently posted and the reason am putting them here is infinitesimal. best friends to lovers and tho usually it's not my cup of tea.. it's a character study, an interpretation of klance in a modern world i dare say,, which is very similar to mine. the thing about them is that i like their characterization a lot, and in no love in this, i like what kind of background stories they give to klance in their aus. i haven't read many by them, so if u want u can check them out.

i just realized i have put some lowkey sad/fucked fics here... i did remove 5 rn... i hope its all good damn why am i doing this i feel like am putting myself naked out there when i recommend my favs