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part two of accidentally in love! series frat boy!yeonjun x stubborn!reader; college!au, one-sided love to lovers! comedy/crack, fluff, angst, smut

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6. sex candle (written chapter 2k)

It’s almost routine, Yeonjun thinks as he lights the vanilla-scented candle in the kitchen. The laundry is in the basket, the bathroom is wiped down and smells of roses, the couch is clean pillows fluffed, and an old episode of Community is playing on the TV. Everything was perfect. “Oh god, are you inviting a girl over?” Beomgyu’s crass tone ruins the moment. Yeonjun cocks a brow at him, looking annoyed. “I mean you’ve got your stupid sex candle out and the bathroom smells like a garden.” The younger one points. “Y/n is coming over,” Yeonjun explains. “You’ve got her into your trap already? The poor girl has only known you for three days!” Yeonjun shakes his head. “No, she’s coming over for our assignment. And I’m trying to make our place comfortable for her.”

Beomgyu sighed and flopped onto the couch. “Hey! I just cleaned that, aren’t you going out?” Yeonjun asks, fixing the pillows again. “I was, but Jeongin had to cancel. So I’m gonna hang here.” Beomgyu says as he switches from Netflix to Hulu. Yeonjun grimaces. Of course, with his luck, Beomgyu would be here. “Hey, is she here yet? I’m kinda hungry.” Kai asks as he emerges from his room. As Yeonjun shakes his head, the youngest of the three roommates dives into the fridge, emerging with string cheese. “Why’re you lighting your sex candle?” Kai nods to the counter, and Beomgyu laughs. “Told you!” Yeonjun bites back an insult when there’s a knock at the front door. He races to the door, knocking Beomgyu who’d gotten up, back into his seat.

Yeonjun swiftly swings open the door and flashes his trademark smile. “Hey, welcome,” He greets you. You look up at him, eyes wide and lips so kissable. Yeonjun felt his heartbeat begin to speed up. “Hey. I brought fabric and food.” You lift up both arms, each one a grocery bag hangs from. “Food?!” Beomgyu sticks his head through the door frame and for the first time since you two have met, Yeonjun sees you smile. “Beomgyu! Hey!” You walk in as Yeonjun steps to the side. “I didn’t know you’d be home, are you our model?” You talk to Beomgyu as if you two were old friends. “Nah, that’s Kai, but what’d you bring?” He refers to the bag of food you’d picked up on your way here. “Fried chicken,” You walk over to the kitchen counter and place the bag down.

“Woah,” You grimace. “That candle is strong.” Yeonjun closes the front door and skips over to you. “It’s vanilla,” He smiles. “Yeah, I can tell, I’m not a big fan of vanilla, sorry.” You look more disgusted than interested. (Yeonjun immediately blows the candle out). “Hi Y/n!” Kai waves at you from the little dining table. “Hey Kai, thanks for agreeing to model,” You give the youngest a side hug, which he happily accepts. “No problem! Thanks for the chicken,” he chimes. “You okay if we eat first Yeonjun?” You finally address him, your partner. “Yeah, no worries, I’m kinda hungry anyway.” He mutters. He had no idea you were so close with his friends. He watches from the counter as you make a plate for Kai, and then Beomgyu, chatting with them like you’ve known them your whole life.

Then suddenly you hand him a plate. “Huh?” He blinks, so lost in thought he hadn’t heard a word you’d said. “Your food? I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I kinda gave you a bit of everything.” You respond, and suddenly Yeonjun’s heart bursts. If there’s one way to get Yeonjun to fall madly in love, it's food. (As if he wasn’t already in love with you.) “Thank you so much,” He smiles shyly, taking the plate giddily back to the table. “God you’re so weird.” Beomgyu pretends to vomit, earning a glare from Yeonjun. You finally make your own plate and sit between Yeonjun and Kai, and everyone digs in. “So,” Yeonjun finally asks after a few bites. “You guys all know each other?” He tries not to act suspiciously. You nod, swallowing your food. “Heeseung taught Y/n how to play League, so sometimes she joins us,” Beomgyu answers.

“Sometimes as in once every three months,” You scoff. “Kai and I sometimes hang out during parties.” You nod to the youngest one, who is busy eating to his heart’s content. He can't believe that there were so many opportunities the two of you could have met sooner. (He has an inkling of a feeling Beomgyu has been gatekeeping you from him.) “Oh, cool,” He tries his best to not sound agitated. After everyone finishes their food, Beomgyu offers to wash the dishes so you and Yeonjun can begin working. “I’ll take Kai’s measurements if you want to go over the fabrics I chose.” You say, taking out your measuring tape from your bag. Yeonjun does as he’s told, overlooking the various cuts of fabric you’d stuff into the grocery bag. He’s so busy trying to figure out which would work best he doesn’t realize you and Kai are giggling in the living room.

“Okay seriously, stop laughing, I have to do this correctly.” You warn Kai, though the smile on your face says otherwise. “Sorry, you just make this weird face when you concentrate.” He hums. You roll your eyes and jot down Kai’s waist before going behind him and measuring his shoulders. “Woah,” You suddenly stop. “What’s up?” Both of the men in the room look at you curiously. “Kai, you’ve got a really nice physique.” You suddenly compliment and Kai’s ears begin to burn red. “O-Oh thank you-” “Your shoulders are so broad, and your biceps.” You suddenly lift his arm up, forcing him to flex as you admire his body. “Have you ever considered modeling? Like legit?” Kai’s whole face is red now, and he can’t seem to keep eye contact with you.

“No,” He whispers, shaking his head. “Well, you should.” You tell him, finally stepping back and scribbling the last of Kai’s measurements. Yeonjun steals your attention by clearing his throat. “Can I get your opinion on this Y/n?” He asks. “Just do whatever you think is best.” You tell him, walking over. “Well, I still want your opinion, this is your project too.” He teases. “I’m stuck between these two, which do you think leaves more of an impression?” He refers to the two fabrics, one Oxford cloth, and the other pinpoint. As you’re busy silently contemplating, Yeonjun realizes how much he enjoys your expressions. The pout on your lips as you're deep in thought, the way your brows furrow together. He can tell your brain is moving at 100 miles per hour.

“What if we used both? The colors compliment each other, and there’s something I’ve been wanting to try,” You sound unsure as you dig around your bag, pulling out a sketchbook. “I’m not that good at drawing like you, but hopefully you get the idea.” You flip to a certain page, pointing out a sketch. It’s a rough one, Yeonjun will admit, but he can clearly see what you mean. “I think the contrast in material and color will work nicely, plus it’d work well with your faux corset design.” You add. “This is great! I love it!” Yeonjun grins widely at you, not able to hide his happiness. He notices the tinge of pink on your cheeks as you smile shyly. “Thanks,” You mutter, turning away to hide your face. “We should start with the template,” You clear your throat. Yeonjun only chuckles, finding your shyness adorable.

“What do you think?” You ask as you and Yeonjun stand side by side across the living room as Kai stiffly models for the both of you. “Well for starters, Kai you’ll never book a gig if you don’t have some fluidity.” He pokes fun. You giggle as Kai slumps. “But I really like it, I think maybe we drop the line here deeper though, to create that illusion of a cinched waist.” Yeonjun walks up and points out the problem area to you. “Right, I think I also want to make the placket one whole color and not blend into the design, so it breaks up the shape.” You also walk over, picking at the shirt. “Other than that I don’t have any complaints.” You and Yeonjun agree. “What do you think Kai?” Yeonjun asks. The boy looks at the mirror (Yeonjun had brought it out from his room) and inspects himself. “I like it.” He says simply.

“Good.” You hum, collapsing on the couch. Beomgyu re-emerges from his room, after having disappeared for the past five hours after washing the dishes. “Finished? Good. I wanna watch TV.” He lightly shoves you to the side. You roll your eyes, before getting up again to begin cleaning up. “I can revise the design and send it to you later, did you want to borrow my sewing machine?” Yeonjun offers you. You glance at the machine on the dining table. It’s a bit older but it got the job done just fine. “I just thought since I can’t sew, you’d want to keep it for now.” He says as Kai gently folds the shirt up. “Yeah, if you’re okay with that.” You nod. “I don’t mind at all.” Yeonjun sends you a soft smile that has your stomach twisting, but you blame your hunger instead.

There’s a knock at the door and Kai goes to open it as you and Yeonjun finish cleaning up. “Oh hi Heeseung,” The mention of your friend’s name has you sitting up. “Hi, is Y/n here?” He asks, and you can see his head peeking in. “Here!” You stand up, just as Kai lets him in. “Hey, man,” Beomgyu smirks. The two were probably just playing a round of League before this. “Heeseung, hey. What’re you doing here?” Yeonjun gives a wave. You don’t notice the uneasiness in his eyes. “Just picking up Y/n again,” He laughs awkwardly. “Seung dropped me off,” You explain, picking up the heavy sewing machine. As if automatic, Yeonjun grabs the other handle with his free hand. “I got it, finish packing your stuff.” He assures you.

You give him a grateful smile before letting go to add the rest of your stuff into your bag. “Did you see Jeongin’s message?” Beomgyu and Heeseung are already in deep conversation as you double-check all your items. “All packed up?” Heeseung finally asks. “Yeah, I’m ready.” You tell him, throwing your bag over your shoulder. “Here Yeonjun, I can-” “I got it.” Yeonjun swings the sewing machine away from Heeseung’s hand. The air feels stiff. “Uh, let me know if you need me to try on the shirt again later,” Kai awkwardly clears his throat. “Yeah, yeah I will.” You give him a pained smile, stepping out first. “See you Heeseung Y/n,” Beomgyu waves goodbye. “I’ll walk you two out,” Yeonjun decides, following you both down the stairs with the sewing machine.

The walk to the car is silent, and not the good kind. When you three reach Heeseung’s beat-up Honda Civic, he pops the trunk for Yeonjun to load the machine. “Thanks,” Yeonjun only shakes his head. You three stand there uncomfortably, waiting for someone to say something, anything. “How are the plans for rush?” Heeseung tries to start a conversation. “Oh, they’re going good. There’s gonna be a huge rager Saturday night,” Yeonjun suddenly turns to you. “You’ll be there, right?” You blink, not expecting the conversation to be turned to you. His eyes are intense as he stares as if he is trying hard to read your mind. “Uh- Yeah, I will.” You nod, not knowing how to respond to the attention. “Good. I’ll see you there then,” Yeonjun looks pleased with himself, walking slowly backward back to his apartment.

As you and Heeseung get into the car, you finally let out a breath of relief, one you had no idea you were hiding. Heeseung immediately giggles, hiding his grin behind his hands like a schoolgirl. Your response is to glare, but that doesn’t scare your roommate. “You like him! And he likes you!” He squeals, and you have to physically stop yourself from slapping that smile off his face. “Can we just go home, I’m starving,” You sigh, turning away. “Okay, okay,” Heeseung’s giggles finally subside. “But let me tell the others real quick-” Heeseung never got to send that message, because the next thing he knew you’d lunged at him.

Bonus:

Y/n doesn't drive, so Heeseung is her personal chauffeur (she forces him)

Jollibee chicken is the best change my mind you can't

Every time Yeonjun has a girl over he lights the vanilla bean candle from bath and body works

All the workers know him as the vanilla bean guy

Beomgyu was supposed to hang out with Jeongin, who was going to introduce him to his famous friends (more on that in Beomgyu's series hehe)

Yeonjun was definitely not jealous that Y/n said Kai had a nice body, and he definitely did not go to the gym and disobey the doctor's orders

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princessconsuela120 · 7 months ago

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Chapter Sixteen: If I Ever Did Believe —✧

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Chapter warnings: mentions of injury, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of death, that’s it.

Authors note: I know this has been sooooo long guys, but one more chapter and we’re done! Don’t forget to like comment and leave requests, they are still open😉 enjoy!!

—✧

For the past week, I had been staying with Kenny and his kind family. After Kenny was released from the hospital, I made a promise to help take care of him. He didn’t want me too, but who cares, I don’t listen to anyone.

Most nights had occurred the way today had. Kenny, Karen and I bunched together in the living room, watching movies as Karen did my hair, or painted my nails, or did my makeup.

“This color is perfect for you Juno.” Karen said kindly, smiling at me as she painted my nails.

“Aww thanks carebear.” I replied, smiling at her.

“You two are insufferable.” Kenny grumbled, turning the tv volume up even louder to try and drown out the talking.

“Shut up and eat your potatoes.” Juno hissed, making Kenny look back with a fake smile, as he batted his eyelashes at her.

“I can’t, can you feed them to me mama?” He teased, making me roll my eyes at him as I shoved him lightly.

“Shut up you ass hole.”

“Juno!” Kenny yelled, holding two hands over my stomach as best as he could with his cast, pretending to cover the baby’s ears. “Language! Not infront of the baby.”

“Oh shut up.”

“I can’t wait to be an aunt.” Karen said, a wide smile on her face, he eyes lit up from the look of my stomach.

“You’re gonna be a great one too Karen.” Kenny said, pulling her into him happily.

“I think it’s gonna be a girl.” She said excitedly. She held her nail polish out, smiling as she waved it excitedly before continuing my nails. “And I’m gonna do her nails, and her hair.”

“You think it’s gonna be a girl? I was thinking a boy.” I exclaimed, watching as she concentrated on my nails.

“I think it’s a girl. It’s my aunt powers you know?” I nodded, unable to argue with her reasoning.

“Of course.”

“You’re gonna look so beautiful for the baby when she’s born.” Karen cheered, referring to my hair that she was now doing.

“All thanks to you Karenn…” my words were interrupted with a groan. “Ugh, god.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Kenny asked nervously, jumping up from his spot at my discomfort.

“More false contractions. Pissing this kid off to no end, they won’t stop kicking me.” I grumbled, squeezing my eyes shut at the sting.

“Can, can I feel?” Karen asked, making me smile. I grabbed her hand, placing it where the baby had just kicked.

“Of course.”

“Woah. That’s so cool.” She whispered, causing me to turn to Kenny with a smile.

“I know. I can never keep my hands away anymore.” He exclaimed, placing his hand beside Karen’s.

“I can’t wait to meet you.” She whispered.

“I’m not gonna lie you guys this is really nice.” Kenny said, smiling around at Karen and I.

“Yeah.”

“Me and my best girls.” Kenny said, putting a hand on my stomach. “You two little cutie.” He whispered, rubbing gently over my bump.

“I’m telling you it’s a boy.” I teased, making Kenny scoff.

“Ah, my sister’s always right.” He said, high diving with Karen before pulling her to his side, letting her snuggle into him as we turned our attention to the movie.

—✧

Liane Cartman passed away a week after we came back from the cabin. It was strange actually, Kyle and I had gone to visit with flowers the night Cartman got back from the hospital. I think she may have known something was coming, she was always a smart woman. That night we talked and talked, more than I may have ever spoken with Liane in my life. She went peacefully, Cartman said she was sleeping when it happened. Her funeral was the next day, almost all of South Park was there.

It was as quiet as it could’ve been in the morning, the only sound being the chirping of birds that flew around. Blue jays, to be more specific. Eric had always told me that he loved blue jays. He loved them because of her. Whenever we’d go over to Eric’s house, Ms.Cartman would always boast about the bird feeder outside. How the blue jays would show up.

I love blue jays now too.

“I’m so sorry Eric.” I mumbled, quiet to try and keep the peace that Liane left behind. Eric shrugged as I placed a hand comfortingly on his shoulder.

“Hey, it’s life isn’t it?” He replied shortly, making Kyle drown at his words.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t be upset.” Kyle said.

I turned to face Eric as he looked at me. He frowned, and soon that frown turned into a cry, and he was hiding his face in my chest. I couldn’t do anything but hug him back.

It was an odd sight, to comfort Eric. Usually he’d be making snarky comments as someone else comforted me. But it was nice, sad, but nice seeing that Eric was human too. And like all humans, grief stings.

“You stay with us now, yeah? That way you aren’t alone.” I suggested, pulling away as Eric whipped his eyes on his sleeve.

“I can’t do that. You guys need space.” He argued, making me shake my head.

“No, Eric really. We’re moving into the barn with Stan. Gonna renovate and redecorate for the baby.” I explained, smiling at him softly.

“We’d be more than happy for you to live with us.” Kyle joined, smiling at him as well.

“You guys have shown me way more kindness than I deserve.” Eric said, letting out a shaky smile as I rubbed his shoulder comfortingly.

“Everyone deserves love Eric. Even you.” Kyle said, shoving Eric lightly, making him chuckle.

—✧

“This is the crib.” Stan said, holding up a large cardboard box with Kenny on the other end, slightly out of breath from having carried it all the way from the car. I smiled, pointing to the spot I wanted it placed.

“Oh, perfect. Over there by the rocking chair.” I explained, making Stan sigh as he and Kenny carried it to the corner.

We had finally been able to move into the barn. Dad was giving the spot up, to nit tempt any future farming plans, and besides, now we wouldn’t bug my parents with the baby. We were having a baby, Kyle and I figured we needed a place to stay. Now, even better, Stan was moving with us. And so was Kenny, and now Cartman. I wasn’t gonna say I was excited, but damn I was so excited.

“You know, if you know where everything goes why don’t you carry a box in?” Stan whined, making me roll my eyes, handing him the small box I carried as I gestured to my large stomach.

“Because, Stanley, I happen to be with child.” I replied sarcastically, making him roll his eyes.

“Oh yeah, right, how could I forget.”

“This is crazy. This is so crazy! I mean we’re actually living together.” Kenny cheered excitedly, Kyle smiling at me as he came to wrap an arm around my waist.

“I know right? This has been our dream since we were kids.” Kyle exclaimed as I snuggled into his side.

“I can’t believe your dad let us take the barn.” Kenny said as Stan and I looked at each other.

“Neither can we.” We both chuckled as we responded in unison.

“It’s good though, he’s finally ready to let tegridy go.” Stan couldn’t help but smile as he said that.

“Who knows, maybe we can plant his left over…” Stan and I both quickly interrupted Kenny before he could finish.

“No!” We both shouted, making Kenny hold his hands up in defense.

“I was gonna say his left over fruits and veggies. Calm down guys.”

“Sorry. Just uh, traumatizing.” I laughed nervously, shaking my head to redirect the conversation. “Alright so, Kyle and I have the room next to the nursery, so that means, Stan upstairs, Kenny downstairs and Cartman…”

“I can take the couch, it’s fine.” Cartman said quickly, making Kyle roll his eyes.

“Don’t be ridiculous Eric.”

“No really, it’s not much harm.”

“Eric, stop. You’re living here, with us. We want you here, with us. This room is for you.” Kyle explained, shaking Eric’s hand. I couldn’t hold back the tears that pricked in my eyes any longer, and Kyle turned to me with a frown.

“Hey, don’t cry, it’s okay.” He said, pulling me closer to him. I grabbed his hand with a tearful smile.

“No, I know. I’m just so happy right now.”

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x sister reader

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thatcheeseycandle · 6 months ago

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//WAKE UP YOU LOT TW FOR MAJOR SPOILERS ON IPOS'S CHP. 35 BLUE PETER ITS TIME FOR A READING

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YOU ANEKAY

THE SUMMARY IS ALREADY FRYING UP MY THROAT

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OLIVIA DO NOT NO NO

North NORTHHRHAHAHDHDVAHAHHAJAAOAOOAOAOA NORHTA REASEARCH

HIS RESEARCH

I TAKE BACK WHAT I SAID OLIVIA GO THROIGH THEM FILES

Wait WAIT. PEONY JUST- OH YEAH THAT MAKES SENSE NGL

STILL NOTING DOWN

Wait A HOUSE??????? WDYM AT ROOSTERA FARM. OKAY YEAH. CONAIDERING A LOT I'D HAVE TO STRETCH OUT A GUESS THAT THIS IS WHERE GNSJOURNAL TOOK PLACE WITH THE LIGHTING

But like I said THATS A FAR ATRETCH SO YEAH COUGHA YEAH

Wait AY AY WAIT. IM GUESAING THAT WAS POLLY NGL YEAH. YEAH THAT WAS POLLY DEF DEF

OKAY I GOTTA SPEEDRUN YHIS READ ITS NEARLY DINNER FOR ME RN AS OF WRITING THIS YEAH THIS SENTENCE

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I SCREAMED AGAIN WHAT AY AY AY AY OLVIAII OLVIAIA SAAN KA NAAAAAAAA

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Oh OH??? WELL DANG. AT LEAST HES BETTER AMIRIGHT-

Well crap thats THATA GONNA BE A SHORT ATORY ISNT IT

Blue pink?? TV GIR- NO NO NOT A TV GIRL REFERENCE DW

Woah WOAH WE GOING ALL NUMBERS NOW AY? THISLL BE INTEREATING NGL

I. Yeah uh COUGHS. A CERTAIN CAPRICORN WILL NOT BE PLEASED AT THAT MERFYN (the names are starting to confuse me IM SORRY)

ah gosh I GOTTA GO EAT SEC

AAAAAAAAA AI HAVE NEVER EATEN DINENR THAT FATS OGAHHSHS MY STOMAVH YEAH ITS GONNA EXPLODE

RIGHT BACK TO YEAH

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TAKE THAT KING II

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WAIT. LET ME PROCESS ALL OF THAY PLEASE

AY AYAYAYYYYYY BLUE PETER

HEREA TH MAN OF THE HOUR LETS GO LETA GOOOOO

Oh. Right good gosh- RIGHT. I KEEP FORGETTING THAT. OUGH. IT HURTS

WAAAAITYTT

I JUST SCREAMED IM SO SORY BUT GOODF SOH

STH AND EMOLY

Insrrt me reading all fo this wjusy speechless until-

"I just don't know! I'm confused, alright! What is this, a therapy session?!" I JUST. I BURSTED IM SORRY

THATS WHAT EVERY SCENE LIKE THIS FEELS LIKE GAGAHAHAHDGDHDHDH

IDK WHY I JUST BURSTED INTO LAUGHTER FOR THAT LONG DHFJFHJSHS

BACK TO SERIOUS MODE

Insrry me getting up and just ranting and rambling and sayung a kot after reading that yeah the thing Blue Oeter asked being "Are you offering mr a place on Sodor, sir?"

OHMYGAHAHAHAHAHGDJDUDDH

I COULDNT CONTAIN MYAELF I HAD TO I NEEDED TO JUST LET OUT ALL THE WORDS ALL THE SVREAMEA

MY GOASYJAJAJAIDH

IK SAINT MUNGO IS HAVIGN FUN WITH TORNADO AND CHARLIE

BUT GOOD GOSH HE NEEDS TO GET BACK TO BLUE OETER RN

RN. AS IN RN RN.

"AAGUWUAHABAAAAA MY THROAT" -what I just screamed out

Ay AY AY AY ITS THE BTI

WE'RE FINALLY HERE WITH THE AUSSIES LETS GO

Oh gosysb GREY GREY NONONOONONO

INSERT ME JUST AAYIMG VARIATIONS OD NO DONT DO IT IRL YEAH

OH THANK YOU PENDENNIS THANK GOD AND ABOVE GOSH

Ay ay AY AY

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HDFHDJSHSH YEAH JUST CASUAL CASUAL

Ah God whos gonna tell Pendennis HAGHAGAHAGSHSGD

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Insert me just being shocjed and hust rambling lshocked at what Horatio just did and how he looks

OHNSFAJAGAHAHHAHDD

PAUSE. SIT. CALM. I NEED TO PROCESS THAT

SERIOUSLY I MEAN. CONSIDERING HOW EXPOSED WE, THE READERS, ARE TO GDCS ALREADY I MEAN YEAH I WAS NEAR THE LEVEL OF SHOCK-NESS GREY AND GOLD HAD

Look LOOK IK ITS BEEN SAID LIKE HEY YEAH GDCS ARENT MUCH NORMAL AND YEAH MOST ENGINES ARENT AWARE OF THAT YADAYADAYADA YKNOW

but sraly I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS THIS SEVERE

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#NOTNROMAKANORMALAONROAMNROAOAJA #IMGONNABETHEORIZINGNOWYEAH #cheesyversial rants #yiau: reviews of readers!#ttte young iron au (??)#ttte au #ttte young iron au

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birdy-bird27 · 10 months ago

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one time i had this dream of this old kids show-like thing involving a needle in a haystack before switching to a view of 3 people in the city, one of them looking more tired than the rest while the others looked concerned for her with text above her saying 'every time you sneeze, 1 inch of snow falls.' (probably referring to the girl) and the goal was to get home safely. thing is, this tv headed person was chasing her for some reason (this was before that stupid toilet) and also stopped to impersonate people or something??? alsothe guys from eddsworld were there. tv character was impersonating them.

Woah the dream sound very wild indeed. Just a whole lot going on! Honestly it would be a nightmare if it snowed an inch every time I sneeze there would be too much snow

#ask tag #mutual ask #interesting dream #just a collage of all sorts of stuff isn’t there?

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sehodreamsthoughts · 5 months ago

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that all sounds really cool!! i’ve been getting back into? more into reading lately?? and a lot of the shows you’ve mentioned i’ve seen and enjoyed and if not then i’ve heard of them and should probably check them out.. the office was my comfort show for the longest time i would just watch it over and over. i really like adult animation lately though like simpsons, family guy, bob’s burgers type of stuff… i kind of just put stuff on in the bg when i get home though and then go on my phone, pack photocard trades or decorate toploaders, scroll tumblr, scroll insta, watch fancams that sort of thing…

i want to get more into crafting though? i decorated my lightstick for my recent concert (p1harmony if u care🤭🤭) but that was really fun!! and i loved doing it so i want to do more fun little crafty stuff like that especially if it’s kpop related.. it was the same in high school but i get very hyperfixated on kpop :( and normally i get really obsessive about stuff but with kpop it just… takes over my life almost.. sorry this is weird a bit? but like just thinking.. i think about it a lot. and i think it’s like that for a lot of people? and idrk why tbh…

but otherwise i’ve been getting back into reading, sometimes watching movies n such. i was getting better at doing things alone, but i live in a larger city now and keep having more and more bad experiences with weird and creepy men.. so i’ve stopped doing things alone as much. i get too anxious and i would rather just be home anyways. i really like fashion stuff too.. but because i’m fat it’s really hard to find stuff that fits me or fits me properly and then also just having the confidence to wear it without putting myself down about how i look.

i want to go back to school soon but i really don’t know what for. i did psych for a bit and i hated it, so i’d definitely have to try something else. are you in school? or did you already do school? if not, would you ever want to?

💕💕

Oh my god I also love the Simpsons! I watched it a lot when I was in school, like I'd arrive and watch that on the tv and then I'd spend my afternoon studying and watching anime if I didn't have to go to my training lessons.

Crafty sounds so good, I've tried to do some stuff like knitting but I SUCK at doing stuff with my hands, I don't like PCs because I believe they're really not worthy but I love to see how girls decorate them, I think it's adorable!!!!

Woah p1harmony seem so cool, I really like soul and Kehoo, they seem really fun and I really like Killin it, the MV was so k-pop 2013/2014 that I immediately adored it and I don't think it's weird to have really into things you like, when I was in school I'd go to parks and meet other fans to trade things or simply to overspent my little money at buying posters and postcards (I like postcards a lot too), my friends were fans too but none of them were like me and my obsessive ass, so I really understand that way of getting hyper fixated in things you enjoy, I do it even now if you think about it because to write fanfics I spend ton of time (yeah sadly they take hours to be done 😭).

About the clothes I completely understand you too. I grew up overweight so the concept of beauty and physical aspect is something that has been too present in my life (reason why most of my writing focuses on that topic too). My parents also wanted me to be a dancer so I had a hard time with food for some years and then when I grew up suddenly I became too... Idk how to say it, I don't really like how some people refer to my body as too sexual? Like of course I don't want to be seen as a pure soul, I'm an adult, but even when I was A FUCKING MINOR some disgusting men would tend to look at me sexually since i have a big chest and I'm tall (I'm also a plus size by the standards where I live) so my style is something I focus a lot too since I like to feel good with my clothes (like everybody). The point is, I think it's important to notice how our appearances have a big relation with our ways of living and confidence, because I also have that problem with clothes since most of the stores in my country that actually sell clothes I like are all fucking standard, and style is a big way of expressing ourselves, so limiting our choices it's sadly such a big impact. I don't know if it has happened to you, but when I started to work and go to college I had the biggest problem while choosing clothes since I can't wear oversize t-shirts, hoodies and jeans all the time, and these had been the only kind of clothes I knew for a long time, so every day or when I had big presentations I'd suffer more the fact of not having what to wear/not liking my clothes rather than the actual situation. SORRY I could ramble and ramble about this topic since even now I have a hard time finding clothes I like and I'm still getting used to my body and how people look at me, but it's something I'm sure most women, because of standards, go through (haha, this is girlhood).

Also, it's not bad to stay in our comfort, if you enjoy being at home, that's good too! I prefer going out but that's only because I got used to it little by little (at first I'd be really anxious too), but after dating a lot during a few years and not getting anywhere I decided to learn how to enjoy my own company rather than wasting my time on people that didn't deserve it (also, I was traumatized by friends/family having shitty relationships because they didn't know how to be on their own). And I totally understand the fear of weird men, I'd have a lot too, especially since I don't live in the safest part of the world, but then I thought, what the hell, I'm not going to let any fucking men decide what I do or don't do with my life, but of course each of us have our own way of thinking and living our lives so don't think I'm pressuring you into going out alone if you don't feel safe doing so 🫂

I went to school! I graduated in 2022, college is different here in my country I guess because I don't understand that stuff about majors that much 😭 but I have a bachelor's degree and I'm currently doing some school stuff to get the next one and then apply to some master, I'd love to do my master in a different country but first I have to see what the hell do with my life, like I enjoy everything related to women and our perspective in society but my family wants me to keep working with corporations since there's the money 💀, but what would you like to study? Do you have any ideas in mind?

#i feel shy to say my career sorry hahaha 😭#also please tell me what books you read #i love talking about books #mean sungchan's girl

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bowiewashington · 1 year ago

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Drabble: A Unique Experience

Trigger Warnings: Vague blink and you miss it reference to statutory rape.

There’s something strange about watching reruns of old TV shows and seeing a younger version of yourself staring back at you. Bennett was so young when he started acting that half of the shows and movies he was in, he doesn’t remember filming. Sure, he could look up the work he was in, but that was a past life of his. Now he’s just a grad student. A grad student who just happens to have an IMDB page, and a Golden Globe. Hell, the first twenty years of his life feel like a fever dream half the time, especially since his life now is just so… normal. He has a girlfriend, teaches classes at UNC Charlotte for his advisor, and researches his thesis. Bennett’s life is so normal most of the time that he forgets he used to be a celebrity until he’s staring at himself on TV.

This time he doesn’t even realize it’s him at first. He’s spread out across the floor of Avery’s place, grading papers for his advisor while Avery’s daughter, Olivia, colors at the coffee table next to him. He’s not entirely sure what’s on the TV, but since Olivia keeps focusing on it, he assumed it was something Disney-related. One of the characters is speaking, and the voice sounds so familiar, but he’s not paying attention. Or at least he wasn’t paying attention until Olivia gives a very dramatic gasp. “Bow.” Her voice sounded strangled – which was both concerning and amusing coming from a toddler. “BOW. You’re in two places.”

Frowning, he glanced up from the most painful essay on deaf culture to see what Olivia was talking about. On the screen was some Disney Channel original movie, and oh. That was him. She must have been watching something older. He was maybe fourteen in this movie, but he had no idea what movie. He seemed to be turning into an alien? Maybe? His hands were this weird blue color, and he was freaking out about his parents keeping being an alien a secret from him? He thinks? He really didn’t remember filming this, but if he was around the age he thought he was, he was overworked and being courted by a predator. A lot of his TV movies and guest appearances were forgotten about.

“Nah, Livvie-Girl.” He said with a grin as he set his papers aside and crawled over to sit next to Olivia instead. “That was a long time ago. See?” He showed her his hands. “Not turning into an alien.” God, he was so young in this. Ten years is a long ass time. “Before I went to school, I was in movies sometimes.”

Olivia’s eyes went wide. “Woah.” She looked back at the screen and then back at Bennett. “You’re little.” Which really, he was surprised that she had even recognized him, but it must have been his voice. It wasn’t as deep then, but he could see how she could match his voice with his face. They spent enough time together. “Do you know what happens?” He shook his head. “No,” He admitted honestly. “I’ve never seen this.”

Olivia nodded and looked at him seriously. “Start over. We watch together.”

It was a bizarre experience, knowing he was going to watch himself for the next ninety minutes, but he couldn’t say no to Olivia. “Yeah, okay. Let’s find out what happens together.”

#Queen City RPG #Drabble

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OH MY GOD HAVE YOU SEEN DICKINSON??? i loved it sooo much!!!! 😨😭😭💕 emisue made an actual crumbled piece of paper of my heart, i felt that relationship too closely and more so because of the actresses’ chemistry. like honestly i haven’t seen such a real and emotional media representation in a looong time and that needs to be well recognised! BUT YES the ivy references are SO obvious, it is for sure one of her greatest lgbt+ coded songs and a lot of straight swifties agree that the vibes are unquestionable!!! especially if you’ve watched that show too, like goddamn it just HITS (different) sksksk oh and i love watching fanvideos as well!

no need to apologise for rambling bestie!! i also do it and your replied put my fangirl shoes on lmao but to answer your questions; yes i’m excited about speak now tv because it’s another rerecording plus new content from the vault! though tbh i’m probably more excited about the rest. like i know for a fact 1989 and reputation are gonna bury me alive, i cannot even prepare myself for that. but i agree!!! mine is SO GOOD and it also has lgbt+ vibes imo! along with wonderland and cruel summer ofc, iykyk!! haha my faves from speak now are mine, better than revenge, last kiss, haunted and long live. so those are the ones i’m waiting for the most! ✨

ohh great, i’m a yntcd/me supporter too!! they don’t deserve the slander they get, i really don’t get it! i wish i had a vinyl player though… i’ve always loved vintage stuff and it’s a shame they’re so expensive, but i trust you 100% the sound coming from them must be something unparalleled. OMG wait you have tattoos!!! woah those look SO pretty, i’m obsessed! i’d say i’m more of a piercings girl but me and my gf have been discussing to get ourselves Seven tattoos, so that’s the one i’m wishing for (another great lgbt+ song if you ask me, also cowboy like me!) but my fave is rep, definitely another gay coded album if you just feel it that way… or i’m probably too gay for my own sake and i just like to queer code everything 🤦🏼‍♀️😂

alright this got unexpectedly long and i’m so sorry! please feel free to answer whenever you can and feel like to, no pressure here!! i just got too excited sharing these little things with you and getting ideas for a perfect gift! 💌😋 but i’ll see you soon, lots of love ! - 🌈

hiii hiii <33 sorry it took me some time to answer i had a crazy weekend and i was on vacation so i kind of stayed out of tumblr for most of it!

and yes ofc i’ve seen dickinson! i had like a whole dickinson era, i literally bought “open me carefully” but i haven’t even finished reading it because i’m having so much feels every time i’m opening this book but like. AHHHH how can people just say they were “best friends” or whatever? and i remember when i watched it and i was in my dickinson era i even started writing some draft about emisue + ivy. it’s actually not so popular tv show which kind of makes me sad because she’s soooo good! i didn’t got into the dickinson fandom actually but idk i haven’t seen many edits or headcanons. but ofc in ao3 there are great fics! and yes yes i agree with everything you had to say! the chemistry between the actress was so rare and it one of the best wlw representation we had in the recent years!

god i hope that in 1989 tv she’s gonna add a bonus track of style ft. harry styles because it’s been my dream since 2014 and i literally do not care about anything else. oh, and need (from the leaks) feels like a reputation tv vault to me?? like i feel it in the same vibe of ✨dress✨ but she couldn’t include both so she basically gave up on need for dress but i love dress so much as well so i’m like? i want to have both but. i don’t know if i’ll ever gonna get both, y’know? 😂

also yes now that you mention it rep has some gay vibes i haven’t noticed before!! like dress? getaway car?? gorgeous?? “only bought this dress so you could take it off”??? I MEAN HELLO also in a parallel universe it could be fitting for emisue! hmm maybe i will edit them with dress one day… we shall see….

and omg yeah seven tattoos could be so cool!!! and thank you i really love my tattoos <3 kind of funny to me how both of these songs I tattooed (ivy / august) talking about cheating and having illicit affair in a sense AMFHKFK but out of context i just really love the sentence of “to live for the hope of it all” idk how to explain it

can’t wait to hear from you again!! <3

#im having so much fun with it can we be besties after the event? :(#anon pride swiftie #ask*

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ya-what--ya-erster · 3 days ago

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just understand I actually hate this lol I started it as a request and then the person who requested it disappeared so.

Race-me: guys we have terrible news

Ali: terrible

Race-me: horrible

Ali: no good

Race-me: awful

Ali: horrific, even

Save-A-Horse: You guys are scaring me, tf did u do

Mom: I'm not paying the hospital bills

Ali: Lucky you

Race-me: They're going to be $$$$$

Elly: Yeah you guy's visit today was exciting

Spot: just tell us what happened

&Juliet: ya what's so tragic

Ali: ooh we missed that word

Race-me: so basically we can't do stupid shit anymore

Mom: the day has come

Race-me: until Alissa gets the baby outta her

Save-A-Horse: WHAT

Mom: the what

Spot: you should not be legally allowed to have children they'll be crazy

Ali: HA and you're gonna inherit it when Race and I inevitably go down together in an epic battle

Kath: omh ur gonna be a mom that's so exciting!!!!!

That's what made Alissa pause.

A mom.

The words felt strange. She added it up to just being nervous about parenthood and shrugged it off.

Ali: yeah!!! I'm terrified actually

Kath: don't be! it's all good :) I've never been pregnant b4 but I love having kids they're so fun and cute

Sarah: and little bitches

Kath: shush ur scaring her

Ali: Bae I'm already scared

Race-me: Don't be it'll be okay <3

Ali: <3

button-eyes: ew get a room

Race-me: already got one a minute back buddy, if u didn't notice Alissa's pregnant

button-eyes: I hate you race

Race-me: I'd be doing something wrong if u didn't ;)

Alissa was now pretty far along in her pregnancy, and she just kept looking back on that one uncomfortable moment where Kath told her she was going to be a mom.

She kept feeling it, that odd sensation where everything inside her felt backwards when someone said the word 'mom' in reference to her.

On top of all that, she was feeling really crap about her body. That, she decided, was just the being pregnant thing, but something deep inside said that it wasn't.

It took some time, but one day, she finally figured it out.

"Hey." Race sat down on the couch, putting his arm around Alissa.

"Hi. How was work?"

"Shit as always."

"What you get for working at Starbucks, bitch."

"Shut up. You want to watch TV?"

"News?"

"You know me well."

So Race picked up the remote and clicked the TV on.

"-woman murdered in act of violence against transgender people. Witnesses of attack claim the victim was 'shoving propaganda in everyone's faces' and 'scaring children.' 12-year-old Abby Bright says 'she was only walking down the street, and then this man just pulled a gun on her-"

Race turned the TV off.

"It's disgusting." He said after a moment. "Just killing someone because she was born with a dick."

"Yeah." Alissa nodded. "I don't really get it though."

"Don't get what?"

"What even is being trans? Like, is it just wanting to be a different gender or is there more to it than that?"

"Well, I'm not trans, so I don't really know, but Jack told me it's like, feeling wrong inside the body you were born with. Like. If you were to be trans, you'd probably not like having boobs all that much. You might wanna, like, cut your hair short, and maybe you'd wish your voice was lower or something. You'd probably really hate being pregnant. But I dunno, that's just how I perceive it, I don't really-"

Race kept rambling, but Alissa didn't hear him.

Her brain was yelling. Screaming, even.

What if that's me? She wondered.

"-so... Ali? Are you alright?"

"Huh?" Alissa looked up from her hands.

"You kinda zoned out there."

"Why'd you tell me what Jack said?"

Race looked at her curiously for a moment. Then, his head snapped upwards.

"Shit."

"Shit what, Race?"

"He didn't really want me, uh, you know he didn't want people to know-"

"So Jack's a girl now?"

"No." Race said slowly. "Jack was a girl and now he isn't."

"Oh." Alissa very unsteadily stood up from the couch, almost falling. Race caught her.

"Woah, hey. Where ya goin'?"

"Next door."

"What for?"

"I left my sweatshirt over there."

Race was used to Albert remembering random things at random times, so he accepted this explanation.

"I can go get it for you."

"No!" Alissa practically shouted. "No, sorry, I just, I can get it I need to talk to Davey about some books anyways so."

Race just laughed. "Okay. I'll start some dinner. Wanting anything in particular?"

"I, uh. Hm. Really salty."

"Cool. I'll get started."

Alissa nodded and practically ran out the door.

Well, as fast as she could go, which was not very fast.

So, she speedily walked ten steps to knock on Davey and Jack's apartment door.

Knock knock knock.

Alissa banged on the door. There was a hassle inside, she could tell, and then Jack appeared at the door, not wearing a shirt.

That's the first time Alissa saw the scars, and the only time for quite a while after. She found the sight oddly soothing.

"What can I do for ya?" Jack asked, leaning against the door frame. He scrunches up his face, makes a little clicking noise with his mouth, and throws his head backwards. "Jeez, hate that one. Hurts like a bitch."

"I bet. Can I come in?"

"Sure thing. DAVE, GO PUT CLOTHES ON."

"Oh, ew."

"Shuddup. Come on in."

Alissa followed Jack inside, her eyes angled downward. They sat on the couch and Jack glanced to Alissa, who was once again looking at Jack's scars.

"Never seen nothin' like 'em before, have you?" Jack asked.

Alissa shook her head. She knew the answer to the question, but she asked anyway: "What are they from?"

Jack hit himself on the top of his head three times, then replied.

"Got my tits chopped off."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

After an uncomfortably long silence, only filled by Jack's occasional twitching, Jack spoke up again.

"Is something bothering you?"

Alissa shrugged, then nodded.

"Race told me you're trans on accident, and he was telling me what it could, uh, be like, as a trans person, and I just... everything he was saying sounded so familiar so I just ran over here to talk to you and. I dunno. Everything feels wrong and Race isn't going to love me anymore because I think I'm a boy and it's not supposed to be that way for me because I'm married and I'm like three weeks away from giving birth and I have a good job and I just don't need this right now, I can't just walk away from everything I have going and-"

"Allie." Jack tilted his head to the side (semi-aggressively). "It's okay."

"I don't know what to do."

"Just be true to who you are. You don't have to lose everything. Race would still love you, and if he didn't I would have a serious talking-to with him. Your kid could be okay with a not-mom. You work as tech for Broadway, I think you'll be fine. Be reasonable, okay?"

"Uh-huh."

"So what can I do now that you've taken a breath and chilled the fuck out, can I ask?"

"Language, Jack!"

"May I ask- Sorry, Davey."

"Better! Thank you."

Alissa let out a shaky laugh at the interaction. "I guess I just... want to know how you knew? How you know?"

"Shit, uh. I don't know. I ain't got a magical discovery moment to share with ya. But I could tell ya how I knew I wasn't fakin', if ya want."

"Anything. Please."

"Kay-"

"JACK!"

"OKAY MOM- sorry, Dave's tryna get me to speak all proper-like. Anyways. It was right before me an' Davey was married. Like, a month. I have this aunt, horrible woman, who called me up to ask about the wedding, cause she was confused. Wanted to know if Jack Kelly was a relative of ours and then wanted to know why he was marrying a boy. So I just told her it's me, cause it wouldn't hurt anyone except for me. 'But Maria,'" Jack put on a mocking high voice. "'it can't be you! Stop joking with me! What do you mean you aren't joking? ¡Eres una hermosa joven que será una hermosa esposa y madre! You were such a precious little girl, you can't be a Transgénero." Jack took a deep breath and pinched himself on the arm. "I felt nasty, hearin' all that bullshit. That's when I knew I ain't ever gonna change my mind. Gotta tell the rest of the story, though, cause it's a good one."

Alissa nodded. She knew Jack struggled with knowing when to stop talking, and she was actually interested, so she allowed it to continue.

"Aight, I reintroduced myself as Jack and she said, 'well, at least you're marrying a nice boy who knows that you'll always be a girl.' And-"

Jack burst into hysterical laughter, and Alissa heard Davey softly laugh from the kitchen.

"Sorry. Some context for maximum laughability here. My aunt was always very insistent upon me marrying a good Catholic boy with a steady job and lots of money, yeah?"

"I can only imagine."

"So I done asked her ta define 'nice boy' for me and she gave me them same terms there then asked if I was actually meetin' them requirements."

"You did not."

"I can only imagine her face as I listed off the 'zact opposite of what she wanted for me. I have a gay husband who loves me as a man, who's Jewish, and is an author, and is actually broke as fuck jus' like me." Jack laughed again. "Her disappointment was gold. And also a factor in me knowing I ain't gonna be anything 'cept who I am. I want her to be disappointed forever."

"That's a very you thing to think."

"Yeah, that's why I thought it."

"Jack?"

"Uh-huh."

"Who would I be if I wasn't Alissa?"

"Like a name, or..."

"Yeah. A name."

"That's up to you. Get back to me on that, though."

Two nights later, Jack received a message.

Call me Albert.

Now, Albert had a baby with Race named Charlie.

And Race was still painfully oblivious to Albert being... well. Albert.

That would last for long though.

Crash.

Ten minutes after Charlie was finally asleep, there was a shattering noise from next door, and Charlie was awake again, and crying.

"Ugh. Lissa, will you take care of him and I'll go chew Jack's ass? That bitch."

"Okay." Albert nodded.

Race for a minute lol

"Jackass, open the door!" Race banged on Jack's door, praying Davey wasn't home to yell at him.

Jack opened the door, as requested.

"Do you realize- oh shit." Race paused at the sight before him. Jack's hands were bleeding, there was glass shattered all over the floor, and there was a dent in the wall. Jack had a wild look in his eyes, like he was ready to bolt from the apartment at any moment.

"Hey, what happened?" Race gently pushed Jack back inside and closed the door behind them.

"Tossed the fuckin' lamp at the wall. Then I tried to clean it up and..." Jack waved his bloody hands around. "Fuckin' stupid impulsive decisions. Both of 'em. An' Dave really likes that lamp, shit."

"Jack. It's okay, yeah? Why don't ya go clean up ya hands and I'll order ya a new lamp, and we can clean up the mess after okay?"

"You don't gotta buy a new lamp-"

"Course I don't. I'm using your money and your phone, bitch. I'm only doin' it cause I know you'll impulse buy something stupid if I let you onto the amazon website."

Jack nodded. "Thanks. Password's 3283."

Race opened the phone. As he typed into the Amazon search bar "blue lamp," a notification came through.

Albert: is Davey at yours

Race tapped on the contact and scrolled up, suspicious.

Albert: I have to tell him but I just can't

Jack: it's okay, Al. Until you're ready, we can just keep doing what we've been doing

Albert: it just makes me feel bad

Jack: don't feel bad. you don't owe him anything

Jack: you should come over I'm lonely

Albert: you come over here, bitch ;)

Jack: Your the worst

Albert: You're*

Jack: fuck you

Albert: have at it

Jack: unfuck you

Albert: Jack please

Jack: no

Albert: I'm sorry

Albert: I'll earn your trust back I promise

Albert: however you want ;)

Jack: no

Albert: pleaseeeeeeee

Jack: okay

Albert: really???

Jack: No.

"Jack?" Race asked accusingly.

"Yes Racer?"

"Who's Albert?"

"Co-worker."

"Are you cheating on Davey with him?"

"What?!"

"You're cheating on Davey with a random co-worker names Albert. First of all, you are scum. Second, who the fuck names their child Albert?"

Jack had to laugh at that. "Nobody names their child Albert. Albert named himself Albert."

"Okay, whatever. Who does that? The point is, I'm going to have to tell Davey, Jack."

"I'm not cheating."

"Okay, yeah. Um. Co-worker. Is this co-worker working on that one show with you and Alissa?"

"Yep."

"So I'm gonna go ask her about this, so you better pray she either covers for your pathetic ass or tells the truth which is that you ain't cheating. I'm talkin' on your knees prayer, Cowboy."

Race stormed out of the apartment and back to his own, leaving Jack's phone behind. He could just talk about it.

"So Jack's cheating on Davey." Race said angrily to Albert as he walked inside.

"What?" Albert jumped off the couch.

"Some guy names Albert. Bunch of weird stuff in the DMs."

"Um. Albert?"

"Yeah."

"You happen to know anything about him?"

"Yeah, he works with Jack."

"Shit."

"I know."

"No! Shit as in I know who it is and it's not what you think at all."

"Okay, tell me about it then."

"So that's me. Albert."

Race choked. "Um, excuse, what?"

"I'm Albert."

"Holy shit. Shit. Shit shit shit- My wife and my brother, holy shit, non ti definirei mai una puttana ma, What the fuck?"

"RACE I'M TRANS."

A moment of silence hovered over the two.

"Okay. My husband and my brother. Or, partner and brother. Whatever. I can't even-"

"Race! Please breathe, you're freaking me out, please listen to me!"

"No! Listen to me! Non capisco! I thought you loved me!"

"I do! I love you! And I have most definitely not been cheating on you with your brother. He's practically a brother to me too, Anthony. Did you forget about the three year long contest that we've been having? First to crack loses and all that?"

Race's face settled into a less heartbroken form.

"Uh-huh."

"Is that what had you worried?"

"Also the, uh, 'until you're ready, we can just keep doing what we're doing' thing?" A light blush dusted Race's cheeks.

Albert laughed. "Being trans dudes in secret. There's a whole- it was a joke Davey made."

"Davey knows, too?"

Albert met Race's eyes.

"Yeah. He was kind of there when I had a full-on freak out vent thing to Jack because I was confused."

"But why didn't you tell me?"

Albert put his head down, covering his face with a curtain of red hair, and mumbled something Race couldn't quite get.

"What's that?"

"I was scared." Albert repeated, still not looking up.

"Hey," Race reached a hand forward, brushed the hair out of Albert's face, and rested the hand on his cheek, forcing Albert to look at him. "Albert, right?"

Albert nodded.

"Cute."

"Bullshit, I heard you yelling at Jack."

"Changed my mind. It's perfect for you."

anyone wanna see one of my things I'll literally never finish?????? its newsies ralbert and javid ft trans Albert and trans Jack btw

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(Fictional) A Pregnant Symphony of Love

I was laying on the bed watching TV when she came into the room. She was quite overweight now with a big round belly but it was just any belly, it was my wife's belly....my wife's pregnant belly....at 9 months. She was wearing a set of maternity underwear and a big baggy t-shirt that I had gotten for her. She had always yearned to be pregnant which was the real reason why she had decided to put on some weight. She enjoyed pretending to be pregnant, going out in public and having people ask her questions like "When is your due date?" or "Can I feel your belly?". She was wearing maternity clothes before she was pregnant too, like the maternity bikini she would wear to the pool. She liked the attention and the idea of being pregnant made her feel sexy but after these past 9 months she didn't have to pretend anymore. She was thrilled to be growing life inside of her, it was the sexist she had ever felt in her life. Luckily for her I found pregnancy to be sexy too, that's why I married her.

Her belly swayed left and right with each step, amniotic fluid sloshing in her womb and around the baby that she was creating. She was in her third trimester, her belly was dropping below her waistline, upheld by her thick curvy thighs. "Sweetie?" she called. I looked up to see my wife looking back at me. "Do you want to listen to her?" she held up a stethoscope. We had gone for ultrasounds before but we didn't know if we were having a boy or a girl, we had just always referred to her belly as a she for fun. We liked playing with her belly, the stethoscope was one of our things. A grin formed on my face, my wife grinned back. Getting on the bed with me we both heard a loud slosh from her belly. "Ooo!" she laughed. "Hot." I said still grinning. She gave me the stethoscope and I scooched down the bed to be at eye level with her belly. She pulled her shirt up exposing her third trimester belly. Her bump stared at me. Her belly button was in the process of popping and desperately trying to retain any concave curvature it once had before, but it was hopeless against her 9 months of pregnant beauty.

I put the stethoscope up to her bare skin. For a while all I could hear was the steady rumble of liquid. Searching elsewhere I could hear her churning and gurgling, air bubbling up and popping in the little room she had in there. Eventually I heard the constant tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump of a heartbeat. The heartbeat got louder, THA-THUMP, THA-THUMP, THA-THUMP, THA-THUMP. I could feel my own heart pounding against the wall of my chest. Amniotic fluid swirled and churned, liquid gushed as our unborn baby kicked one of their legs across the inner wall of her womb. I heard the rush of bubbles flood by in a cloud, a large bulge shot across my wife's bump and returned to her calm breathing, her big bare belly moving up and down slowly with each breath. "Woah." she reacted to the kick, turned on by it herself. Hearing the sounds of life being created inside of her gorgeous belly stimulated me like a jolt of electricity traveling through my nerves.

"Hear anything ni-?" she was about to say "nice" but was interrupted when I grabbed her bump and gave her a long kiss. "WooAH HA HA!" she called out. "You must be really turned on thEN! HA HA" she giggled again as I gave her another kiss. Her belly jiggled around uncontrollably with the beautiful sound of her laughter. Still wearing the stethoscope I could hear a crashing ocean of amniotic fluid and other liquids sloshing and being thrown around everywhere. When she finally calmed down I was already laying next to her at eye level again. "AAAhhhh I'm so sorry!" she said still getting her bearings. "Don't be, I want to get you pregnant again." I answered. "Awwww." she smiled. We leaned in to kiss and while she was distracted I reached down with one hand to rub her belly some more. "Mmmmah HA HA!" she began again.

Then I gave her bare belly a few playful pats, hearing the slap of her smooth round skin. "OooOOoo!" she called and leaned into my arms. "I think you should take a listen." I said handing her the stethoscope. What was once a violent crashing ocean was now a calm lake again with liquid lapping against the inner curves of her pregnant belly. "MMmmmm." she moaned, another flow of liquid gushed back. "I'm so horny. I hope I never have to give birth, I want this forever." She rested her head on my neck and gradually fell asleep to the wonderous sounds of her pregnant belly. I fell asleep too soon after but not before seeing our baby kicking away one last time.

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chrizbang · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Lee Felix x female reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: mature content, lowkey slow burn, breeding kink, soft!dom Felix, creampie.

Word count: 2.975

You and Ashley have been friends for four years now. You went through a lot of hardships together, especially when Ashley had an unplanned pregnancy in the last year of college. Luckily, Mason, now her husband, is an amazing person, and even though it was hard, she was able to graduate. You loved her baby, Arthur, so much, like it was your little brother. You knew that their anniversary was getting closer and you wanted to surprise her.

"No way, I cannot ask you for something like that."

"You're not asking, I'm offering. Besides, you know I love spending time with Arthur," you said, holding your phone with one hand while you tried to wash the dishes you used to eat dinner with the other.

"I don't know Y/N..."

"Girl, just stop. I'm not taking a no for an answer. Spending quality time with your husband is important and I know that you have been not getting laid lately."

"You have no idea how hard it is to have sex with a one-year-old making a mess everywhere." You both laughed.

"I'll go to your house tomorrow at 7 pm. Get a reservation at a nice restaurant, get shaved and, wear your best dress. I want you and Mason to have a good time together."

"Okay, but only because it is our anniversary. I'm gonna take this as a present." Ashley sighed, knowing that she had to say yes anyway.

"Because it is, Ashley. I'll see you tomorrow, bye."

"Bye, honey."

You finished your shores and were planning on watching some videos on youtube when you heard your phone buzzing. You picked it up and saw that you had a message.

Felix, 8:45 pm: Hey

Felix, 8:45 pm: Sorry for messaging late but, are you free tomorrow?

You chuckled. Almost 9 pm wasn't late.

Y/N, 8:46 pm: Sorry, I'm going to my friend's house after work.

Y/N, 8:47 pm: I'm going to babysit her baby so she can go have dinner with her husband.

You met Felix at work, during lunch. He was new there and you have seen him sometimes walking around the place, but you never talked to him. Until one day when he dropped his coffee on you. You remembered how embarrassed he was, his cheeks were red and he profusely apologized. Ever since, you had some small talk with him here and there until one day you gave him his number, saying that he could message you if he needed help with something from work. You know it was bullshit since he was from a different department, but still, you needed an excuse to talk to him. He messaged you a few times but eventually, you thought it was a lost cause.

Y/N, 8:57 pm: Why do you ask?

Felix, 9:00 pm: Nothing.

Felix, 9:01 pm: It's silly.

Y/N, 9:03 pm: If it was that silly, you wouldn't have messaged me.

Y/N, 9:03 pm: Spit it out.

Felix, 9:12 pm: There's a convention for Star Wars fans tomorrow. You said that you loved the movies one time so I bought tickets for you.

Y/N, 9:14 pm: Why didn't you tell me before?

Felix, 9:15 pm: I didn't know if you would want to go. But it's okay, don't worry about it.

You thought for a moment. You really wanted to spend time with him. Felix was so sweet, respectful and kind. He was also very, very handsome.

Y/N, 9:30 pm: Do you wanna come to my friend's house tomorrow with me?

You looked at your phone five minutes later and saw that Felix visualized the message but didn't answer. "Congratulations, you fucked it up, Y/N," you said.

You sat on your couch and turned the tv on, planning on finally watching your favorite youtube videos, when you heard your phone buzzing again.

Felix, 9:50 pm: Sure, why not? Is it okay with your friend? She doesn't know me.

You sighed, happy that he answered.

Y/N, 9:51 pm: I'm gonna tell her but I'm pretty sure she'll be fine.

"Is he cute?" Ashley asked, putting on her earring. She looked gorgeous with a tight red dress that accentuated her curves and contrasted with her dark skin. Her curly hair was in a bun, leaving her neck and shoulders exposed. You knew Mason would love it.

"He is very cute. And he's so nice too. I only invited him over because he seems really sweet."

You went to Ashley's house one hour before she would leave for dinner so you could help her get ready, and by help, you meant to force her to wear something that wasn't a t-shirt and jeans.

"How do I look?" she turned around, facing you.

"Gorgeous as always."

Ashley hugged you tight. "Thank you so much, Y/N. You know you don't have to do this, right?"

"But I want to."

The bell rang.

"That's probably Felix," you said.

"Let's go downstairs, I wanna meet this boy."

When you went to the living room you saw Felix talking to Mason.

"Hello, I'm Ashley, nice to meet you."

"I'm Felix, nice to meet you too," Felix raised his hand so he could shake Ashley's hand but she gave him a light hug. You smiled, finding really cute how awkward he was.

"Arthur is sleeping now, he already ate, but if he wakes up, there's milk on the fridge. He usually sleeps all night so you don't have much to worry about."

"Okay, you guys have to go before you're late for dinner," you said, pulling Mason and Ashley towards the door.

"Call me if you need anything. We'll be back tomorrow morning so you'll don't have much trouble with him."

"Don't worry about it. You can take your time."

"Also, don't forg-"

"Baby, we have to go," Mason insisted, holding her hand and trying to get her inside of the car.

"Fine. Bye everyone, see you tomorrow."

You waved at them before going inside and closing the door.

"I'm gonna check on Arthur for a second, you can wait here, okay?" You told Felix.

"Sure."

You went upstairs and checked on Arthur's room. He was sleeping soundly. You felt the urge to lightly pinch his chubby little cute cheeks but you decided not to bother him. You went to the living room again and Felix was sitting on the couch.

"Are you hungry? We bought pizza."

"Uhm, not really."

"Are you sure?" you insisted.

"Okay, one slice would be good."

Felix got up and followed you to the kitchen.

"Your friend has a beautiful house," he said, admiring the place.

"She does. I mean, she's an architect and Mason is an engineer, so they were able to buy a nice place," you cut a piece and handed it to him.

"You said that you studied together."

"We went to the same college, but I graduated in graphic design. For obvious reasons, I don't make as much money as them," you laughed. "Did you always wanted to work in a publishing company?" Felix sat on the balcony standing in the middle of the kitchen. "Honestly, I just wanted to work with what I love. Graphic design is not something that people value but it is what makes me happy." You looked at him and Felix smiled at you, his dimple prominent on his face. He was so cute. "What about you?" "Oh, marketing is definitely not something I dreamed of working with. My family has a long line of people that have been working with it, so I barely had a choice,” Felix confessed. "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah." He looked thoughtful like his mind was somewhere else. "I actually wanted to work with art. I love painting." "Really? That's so cool. Do you have a picture of a painting to show me? I would love to see it." Felix hesitated for a while before he grabbed his phone and scrolled through his gallery. "Please don't think I'm weird," he said before showing you the picture. You raised your eyebrows when you saw what was on the screen of his phone. A beautiful painting of you. You realized that he used your profile picture on Facebook as a reference. "Felix, this is amazing." "It took me a week to finish it," he said, holding his hands behind his back, clearly feeling shy. "I love it, really." You and Felix finished eating. You talked more about your plans for the future, the things you wanted to do with your life, your dreams. You were sitting on the couch watching tv when you heard Arthur crying upstairs. "Ops, somebody woke up." You got up to go to his room and you noticed that Felix was following you. "You don't have to go if you don't want to." "It's fine, I wanna help you." When you entered the room, Arthur was up in his crib, deeply crying. "It's okay," you said in a soft tone, picking him up. "I think somebody needs to change its diaper," Felix said. "You are right," you laughed. "Let's change this little boy." You put Arthur on the changing mat and started to change him, but to be honest, you had no idea what you were doing. Felix laughed. "Let me help you." Felix quickly changed his diaper, he clearly knew what he was doing. "Woah, how do you know that?" you asked, looking at him dumbfounded. He laughed again, amused by your reaction. "I have a small brother so I have changed his diaper plenty of times." "Aaah, that explains a lot."

"Let's see if he wants to eat," Felix said, holding Arthur in his arms. You went to the kitchen and looked for the milk. After pouring it into a pan, you heated it up. "We need to make sure we don't overheat it so it won't burn the baby," Felix said while he tested the milk's temperature. You put it into a baby bottle and gave it to Arthur who promptly drank it. "I guess he was hungry," Felix chuckled. "Do you plan on having kids, Felix?" you looked at him, completely mesmerized by how good he was with kids. "Yes, I love kids. I plan on having two kids one day." "That's so cute, I'm sure you'll be an amazing dad." Felix smiled, making your heart skip a beat. "Do you want to have kids, Y/N?" he looked apprehensive. "Yeah, one day. I still need to find the right person." "Of course." Arthur went back to sleep again when he was done eating. "Not gonna lie, taking care of a baby can be tiring," claimed said, sitting on the couch. Felix sat next to you, his knee touching your leg. "Do you want to watch a movie?" you asked. "Sure!" Twenty minutes later, you started to sleep. Your head felt heavy until it fell on Felix's shoulder. He simply smiled, enjoying the feeling of you so close to him.

The sound of the bell ringing woke you up. You were laying on the couch, a blanket over your body. You looked around and Felix was sleeping on the smaller couch next to yours, with just a pillow under his head. You got up and answered the door. "Hey!" Ashley said, hugging you. "Hi. How was your night?" "It was amazing. Thank you so much, Y/N." Ashley went to the middle of the living room to drop her bag on the couch, Mason following behind. "How's Arthur? Did he behaved?" Mason asked. "Yeah, he slept almost all of the time." You rubbed your eyes, still feeling sleepy. Ashley turned around, seeing Felix sleeping on the couch. "You guys could have slept in the guest room," she laughed. "I'm gonna check on Arthur. What about some breakfast later?" Mason suggested. "That sounds great, but I think we should go home. Besides, you guys need to spend some family time with your baby." You woke Felix up, and while he was trying to get conscious, you chatted with Ashley about dinner. Mason went downstairs with Arthur and you chatted a little more before leaving. "Do you want me to take you home?" Felix asked, leaving Ashley's house by your side. "No, it's okay, I'll get an Uber." "Aw, come on. I'm not gonna let you leave on an Uber so early in the morning." You looked at him, admiring the freckles on his skin. His pink lips looked soft and you had to fight the urge to kiss him. "You know what, okay. I'll go with you." The drive to your house was silent, the music playing on the radio helped you to distract the thoughts on your head. The night you spent with Felix was amazing, seeing him being so sweet like that only made you even more attracted to him. Felix stopped in front of your house. "Well, we are here." "Do you want to come in?" "Oh... uhm, sure, yes, that would be great." You smiled and left the car, running to open the door for him. "Please don't mind the mess," you said, taking some clothes that were on the couch. "Don't worry about it." "Do you want to eat something?" "I'm fine, I'm still full because of the pizza from yesterday." "Okay." There was an awkward silence for a while and you realized you didn't think this through. Invite him over and what? "You know what? There's something I want to eat," Felix said. "Oh, okay. What do you want? I have bread, cereal, we can make panca-" "You." "What?" you looked at him, your eyes wide. "I w-want to eat you." Felix stuttered, his face showing that he was feeling too shy to be saying the words that left his mouth. "Oh, I'm... I-" you didn't have the chance to finish, Felix approached you and kissed you. You were still processing what was happening so you didn't kiss him back yet. Felix noticed and stopped kissing you. "I-I'm so sorry, Y/N, I shoul-" "No! It's okay. I just wasn't expecting." You kissed him, holding his face and tasting his lips. His left hand held the back of your head while the other held your waist. He bit your lower lip, his tongue entering your mouth and playing with yours. He pressed his body against yours and you felt his semi-hard dick. You whined, trying to control your breath. "Do you want to keep going?" Felix asked, his forehead resting against yours. You simply nodded. "Where's your room?" You grabbed his hand, guiding him to your room. Once you were inside, Felix slammed you against the door, pressing his body into yours. He started to grind his clothed cock on your heat and, this time, you couldn't hold your moans anymore. "Felix," was all you managed to say before he kissed you again. A messy kiss that screamed how much he was longing for you, how much he desired you. His hand grabbed your ass, pulling you closer as if it was even possible. "I wanna taste you," he said, taking you to the bed. You laid down and he wasted no time to take off your pants, pulling your panties with them in a swift movement. Soon enough, his tongue was exploring your wet lips, savoring the taste of your arousal. Felix played with your clit, his tongue sliding against the sensitive skin. You hoped that your neighbors had already left for work, otherwise you would end up waking them up because of your moans. Felix stopped eating you out to unbutton his shirt. "You have no idea how much I wanted to fuck you," he said, his voice deep, making you raise your hips, craving to be filled up. "Felix, please," you moaned. "You want me to fuck you, baby?" "Yes, please." It was embarrassing, you weren't used to begging. Most of the time that you had sex, you were always the one in control. But not with Felix. "Are you on the pill?" Felix asked, taking the rest of his clothes off and pumping his rock-hard cock. "Yeah, please fuck me." "Anything for you," he growled, sliding his dick into your dripping pussy. Felix already started an incessant pounding into you, stealing moans from your throat. "You are so fucking beautiful." You closed your eyes, feeling the burning on your stomach getting stronger. "Fuck, so fucking good, Y/N. You are taking me so well." "Please, don't s-stop." "Turn around, I wanna fuck you from behind." You didn't have much strength left, but Felix helped you out. He was inside of you again, hitting the right spots in this position. Felix felt your pussy tightening against his dick and he started to play with your clit. "Fuck, Felix, I'm gonna cum," you screamed, not being able to control yourself anymore. You came, a long moan leaving your mouth. "I'm gonna cum inside of your little pussy, I'm gonna fill you up so good." He didn't slow his pace, his hips hitting yours in a fast rhythm. "I'm gonna put a baby in your little cute belly, baby girl," he said, closing his eyes as his dick slid in and out of your pussy. "Fuck," you moaned. "You are gonna look so good, all swollen, f-fuck." A few lazy thrusts and Felix came inside of you. He kept thrusting on you for a while until you milked him out. He laid by your side, trying to catch his breath. Felix put his arm on his face, hiding it. He looked completely flustered. "I'm sorry, Y/N. It was way too soon for me to let out this embarrassing kinky stuff." "Felix, shut up. It was fucking hot," you smiled, turning around to hug him and rest your head on his chest. He played with your hair, the warmth of his skin making you fall asleep. But sleeping wasn't on Felix's plans. "Ready for round two?"

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bigboomboi · 3 years ago

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Kindered Sparks

This is my entry for @gg9183’s soulmate collab - Oof, I was almost late for your birthday ( I know that I'm technically no where near late, but I put this out so much later than I would've rathered. Sorry, I'm a Virgo, mate.) Anyhoo! Happy Birthday! And congratulations on your amazing Milestone! Thank you for organizing this collab too and allowing me to be apart of it! Honestly, I love soulmate pieces so much, so I was so excited seeing this prompt (I'm excited to read the others as well!) My friend helped me put together an idea for a SM connection and I really enjoyed writing it, hope you do as well :) Happy reading!

Fem!reader x Denki Kaminari

Soulmates au; People are born with a dream realm connecting them to their Soulmate. Warning; harsh language, Hurt/comfort, pretty fluffy, cursing. Implied readerxfemale relationship. BakuKiri relationship (I got bullied last time I didn't say that was a pairing, so, just being safe)

Word count; 4.6K

“Another lonely night in this stupid world.” Y/N grumbled staring up at her dreamy night sky.

A sky she was supposed to share with someone else.

In this wonderful, bittersweet world, you were tied to another person. Destiny decided from day one of your birth who you’d be with for the rest of your life and then set you in a special plane of existence only accessible when you fell asleep, once you turned the ripe age of fifteen. The kindred-plane.

A place specially made for you and your soulmate to meet each night when you fall asleep. It was a place to get to know each other without the prying eyes of all those around. A shared dream land you could even decorate and make your own. It was your partner’s and your safe space.

It was a place you guys could explore together, where your imaginations combined like an amazing world of minecraft. Some people made completely different lives in their heads at night. Others used it to see their long distance lovers. Hell, there was a blog story sharing what sounded like a whole scripted tv show where a woman’s soulmate had set off to save her from an uncompromising kingdom.

Sadly though, your shared safe space could be destroyed in a matter of moments. It wasn’t unheard of for your soulmate to reject destiny’s plan and divide your dreams. You could absolutely reject your soulmate and quite literally lock them out of your dreams. All presence of them would disappear from your dreams within a few nights, sometimes even faster, and you’d be left alone with only your creations.

Of course, being divided from your soulmate hurt. But something hurt much worse.

Your soulmate being unintentionally stolen from you. A divide where you lose your soulmate despite neither saying they’d like to divide. A situation where your soulmate dies.

Y/N sighed at the reminiscent of her once was soulmate. So sweet and kind, someone Y/N fully imagined meeting one day in the daylight. Yet, now at the sad age of seventeen, Y/N had no dreams of ever seeing her soulmate ever again.

She only had the one year of memories they made…

“Class, This Y/N. She will be joining our class for her final year of hero training, treat her well.” Aizawa introduced her to the class of 3-A.

“Thank you, Sensei” Y/N bowed slightly. “Nice to meet you all.”

Not even a moment of silence was granted before the class erupted in questions. Half about her quirk, the other half about where she was from. A few off hand questions about why she transferred. All a mess.

“Enough!” Aizawa shouted, hushing the entire class. “You all can get to know her later, on your own terms. For now, Y/N please take your seat.”

Y/N nodded and scurried back to the only free seat in the back. Between a pretty pinkette and sweet looking round faced brunette. Before she was even seated, Aizawa began his lesson.

Y/N quietly sat through the classes of her day, ignoring the judging looks aimed her way, as the new girl. She could hear the quiet whispers going around, speculating what type of person she was and tried to ignore those as well. She was well aware of the fact that she appeared very off-standish.

Dark eye bags, complete resting bitch face that quite literally screamed ‘I will stab you with a pencil if you speak to me’, earbuds tucked into each ear and a hunched over form that could rival Quasimodo. Thankfully, the aura she set into place actually warded off her new classmates for several days.

Up until a week later in the common room where her bubble was invaded.

She didn’t look up at the person sitting next to her and subtly tried to turn up her music. She felt the presence of several others join her and they all stared at her silently until finally, the pinkette she sat next to on her first day, plucked her book from her hands. Y/N slowly looked up at her dully and raised an eyebrow.

She reached out for her book, but the girl pulled it back out of her reach. She tried again, reaching forwards further, but the book was yoinked by a strip of tape, pulling it across the coffee table. Gritting her teeth slightly, Y/N stood up to reach across the table and the music in her ears paused.

The girl had unplugged her headphones.

“You just have no regard for personal belongings of others, hm?” Y/N sighed, sitting down.

“We just want to get to know our new classmate!” The pink girl grinned. “I’m Mina!”

“Hi, Mina. Now give me back my shit.” Y/N tried to grab her phone, only for someone behind her to tug her ear buds away. “Seriously?”

“We’ll give you back your things if you let us get to know you.” Mina smiled.

“Or, you could just give it back.” Y/N tried to grab her earbuds from the bright blonde behind her.

“Nope.’ He said, a grin on his face as well. “I’m Kaminari Denki, nice to meet ya, beautiful.”

Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes. “Or, I could just take my stuff back.”

“You could but there’s five of us and one of you, good luck.” A bitch faced blonde mumbled, flipping through her book.

“Fine. Here’s one thing about me.” Suddenly she appeared behind the bitch blonde and snatched her book. Another one of her appeared behind the one who taped her book away and grabbed her book mark. Two other Y/N’s came into existence on opposite sides of her seating couch to grab her phone and ear buds. All while the original Y/N sat in her place. “Don’t touch my things.”

“Woah, you can make multiple you’s!” The redhead gasped excitedly. “That’s so manly!”

“That’s so cool! They feel so real!” Kaminari said, poking the side of the one near him. It yelped and swatted his hand.

“They are real! Don’t poke me, I’m ticklish!” Y/N snapped, rubbing her side.

“Woah, can you feel this?’ The tape one reached out to pinch the clone’s arm.

Y/N’s other clone smacked him with her book. “Yes, I can feel that! Ow!”

“So your quirk is duplicating yourself? Boring…” Bitch face rolled his eyes, another Y/N appeared behind him and swatted the back of his head.

“My quirk is omni-replication. I can create continuous versions of myself and others. But they can act on their own.” Y/N sighed, bringing herself her book.

“Woah, make another me!” Kaminari grabbed her arm.

“G-Get off of me!” Y/N shoved him away, ignoring the literal spark between them. “I can’t make one of you now!”

“But you just said-.” Mina tried.

“I have to know your ins and outs. Otherwise I’d just make a weird melty blob of you.” Y/N sighed. “I need to know more about you guys before I can make you. I need to know you, how you fight, how your quirk works, I need to know how to play the game before I can participate.”

“So, what I’m hearing is…” Mina smirked. “You need to get to know us to succeed.”

“Oh god…” Y/N groaned. “I have no choice in this do I?”

“We have a specialty of making friends with people that don’t want to be friends.” The red head threw his arm over bitch face’s shoulder.

And thus a new friendship was born.

“Bakugo, why do you keep moving my pillow in our dreams, it’s so not manly.” Kirishima whined.

“Neither is the massive rock sitting in the middle of nowhere, dude.” Bakugo argued.

“It’s not just a rock.” Kirishima mock sniffled. “It’s a boulder.”

Y/N snickered at the reference that earned the kind redhead a smack to the back of his head. “Are you delivering pizza on it?”

“Yes!” Kiri grinned.

“No! Don’t encourage him!” Bakugo shouted.

“Aye, don’t shout at me. Your boyfriend is a literal rock, he’s encouraging himself.” Y/N laughed, throwing a fry at him.

“Oh yeah, what trash has your soulmate cluttered in your dream world?” Bakugo argued back.

Y/N’s laughter silenced and immediately her lips curled into a scowl. A light switched on and they remembered the one rule they had set in place. No one talks about Y/N’s soulmate. Or lack thereof.

“Bakugo!” Mina snapped.

“Shit, I didn’t-.” Y/N didn’t give him the time to apologize and stood up from the lunch table.

“Wait, no, Y/N! He didn’t mean to!” Kaminari grabbed her arm.

She flicked him in the forehead and pulled away. “No, it’s fine. You guys talk about your soulmate shit, I’m going to the training field.”

“Wait, Y/N, really!” Mina tried. “It’s just, we’re so used to casually talking about it!”

“I don’t care if you guys talk about yours, but you know I don’t have one, so we don’t bring up mine!” She huffed, before taking a breath. “You know what? Never mind.”

Y/N ignored her friend’s protest and stomped out of the dinning hall. She rushed to the training area, stopping by the locker room to change and grab gear, briefly.

Activating her quirk she began fist fighting her clone, taking her anger out on herself. Very early on into her friendship with the group she told them she didn’t want to talk about the soulmate shit. At least not her own. She told them she didn’t have one, leaving them to believe she never did.

They were incredibly understanding after they found that it upset her. So much, to the point that she copied Kirishima to punch himself when he kept asking. After that ordeal and several days of being ignored, they respected her wishes of not bringing it up.

She knocked herself down and punched herself in the face. She turned off the connection to the clone so she wouldn’t feel the pain herself. Disconnected clones only had a few minutes to live really and faded away with enough damage. Once that one faded, she created another in its space and continued pounding away.

“Stupid soulmate bullshit.” She huffed each word with a punch. “Stupid divide rule.” Another clone. “Stupid. Fucking. Erg- Everything!”

Y/N beat her final clone to death and didn’t bring a new one out. She sniffled, the tears she’d been holding back for years now finally breaking her dam. She hated the horrible lonely feeling she had been surrounded by for so long. She missed out on so much sleep, just to avoid going to her dream world. She set alarms to wake her up every hour or so to stay away from it and at this point, she was losing her mind.

She cried more thinking back to the last time she had been in her kindred-plane. She’d avoided it for a few days before exhaustion actually hit her like a bus and made her sleep. This time her plain little dream seemed to have adopted new items in her absence.

A bundle of comic books, a guitar, even a really, really big pikachu plushie.

Not that they were placed anywhere in particular. The guitar was outside of the little home she had reimagined, laying haphazardly on the ground. The pikachu was placed in front of a tree, facing it and the books were strewn across her loveseat couch. It was like her dream realm had become a lost and found for thrown away items from other planes. Which, honestly, Y/N could believe, as she didn’t use it so much.

She wished she could just give away her realm and dream of nothingness.

“Y/N?” She jumped, hearing her name and quickly wiped away her tears, ignoring the way they stung her open knuckles.

“Kaminari, I’m not really in the mood to talk.” Y/N muttered.

“Okay, that’s fine. We both know I talk enough for the both of us.” He joked, coming to sit in front of her.

Y/N turned to look away from his seating and ignored him, but he set off into a spiel about a new game he got. He did what he did best when one of his friends were upset, he talked. And normally that worked, but minutes into his yabbering, she started crying again.

“Hey, no! No crying! Crying is sad!” Kaminari tried.

“I am sad Kami!” She snapped. “I am really fucking sad! Everyone gets to have stupid fucking soulmate but me! And all because mine fucking died!”

Kaminari immediately paused his frantic attempts to calm her. “Huh, I thought you said you didn’t have one?”

“I don’t because she died! My god damn soulmate died literally months after meeting each other damn it!” Y/N yelled, sinking her fingers into her hair. “And now my kindred-plane is empty and lonely and shit keeps getting piled into it like a fucking trash can!”

Kaminari was silent for a moment while she cried. He slowly crawled over, closer to her and pulled her into a hug. This wasn’t a moment for talking randomly and he knew that. So they sat for the rest of the lunch period in silence, save for her soft hiccups.

After that, somehow, Y/N started talking to her friends the next day. She rationalized that it wasn’t their fault she was sensitive about the subject, they didn’t deserve the aggression. So with a tense apology, she was back to sitting with them at lunch and hanging out.

Y/N was determined to not let her disrupted dreamland destroy her outside reality.

“Okay, really?” Y/N blinked at the ugly rug that appeared draped over her bookshelf. “How the hell did you even get there?”

She tugged it down and stared at it in disgusted contemplation. “Guess you get to go in front of the fireplace…”

Y/N walked towards the warmth and paused, noting that it felt like it took a few more steps than usual. She looked around and found that the picture she carefully centered on the wall was no longer centered. Was her house getting bigger? More and more shit was popping up out of nowhere and her place felt spaceyer…

“What the actual fuck universe?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and laid down the new rug.

An odd whooshing noise sounded behind her and she turned around to see a lamp fizzled into existence, a hand accompanying it this time. Y/N fumbled over own feet trying to hurry and grab it. Someone was putting shit in her realm and she was about to find out who.

Actually she wasn’t.

The moment she grabbed the hovering wrist, it was like she had rubbed her socks across her new rug a million times and then touched an outlet. The hand shocked her, hard. She yelped and fell backwards on her butt, accidently taking the lamp down too, except when it fell apart it fell backwards toward the floating hand and disappeared from her plane.

Y/N gasped sitting up out of her bed, the shock kicking her out of her own dream. “Ow, what the hell?”

Y/N looked over at her clock, finding that it was five in the morning. She sighed and climbed out of her bed, grabbing her ear buds and phone. There was no school the next day, it was Saturday so she aimed to sneak down to the common room and spend her day dead on the couch, fighting off sleep again.

Not ten minutes after snuggling into a comfy spot on the couch, it dipped slowly as someone sat on the other end of it. She looked up from her book, to find Kaminari on the other end. He held up a bag of doritos in exchange for her company.

“What are you doing up?” She asked, pulling out her ear buds.

“Got startled awake by something in my dream world.” He answered, holding the bag out to her.

“Ah, that sucks.” She hummed apologetically.

“What about you?” He asked carefully.

Y/N snorted. “Kami, you know I don’t sleep.”

“Yeah, I know, but you’ve been up for the past few days.” He sighed, remembering seeing her in the kitchen at three am. “You’re going to trash your health if you don’t sleep.”

“Eh, it’s alright.” She crunched on a chip, before yawning. “Plus, you stay up every night gaming, bite me.”

“Gladly.” He winked. “But seriously, a lonely dream realm can’t be all bad.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if he was going to continue this topic of conversation. And he did. “I mean mine’s pretty lonely and I think it’s alright.”

“What?” She furrowed his eyebrows.

“My kindred-plane has but just me since like, forever, and I don’t think it’s that bad.” He shrugged.

Kaminari didn’t have a soulmate? That didn’t make sense, he’d tell them about all the adventures he’d run on in his dream. “You said you were helping some Jill girl fight zombies and stuff, just the other day.”

“Yeah, Jill Valentine. From Resident Evil.” He laughed. “I figured out a long time ago that I could just make her up in my dreams if I played the game until I fell asleep. She’s not my soulmate-.”

“You don’t have one…” Y/N whispered, sitting up.

“Nope, never did.” He offered her more chips, but Y/N just looked at him with sad eyes.

She cried in his arms about her soulmate dying and it turned out he never had one in the first place. “Don’t look so sad, Sunshine. It’s okay.”

“Denki, you don’t have a soulmate. That shit sucks.” Y/N flailed her hands.

“Yeah, but at least I didn’t get attached to mine and then they died. That sucks even more.” Kaminari argued.

Y/N slumped back against the couch. “This soulmate business is quite literal shit.”

“Yeah, but other people are pretty happy with it, so it’s okay to me really.” Kaminari hummed, nonchalantly. “Plus, no one can yell at me for my taste in decorations. That can really make or break a relationship ya know.”

Y/N laughed. “Oh yeah, totally. If my soulmate tried to decorate our space with half the shit that seems to appear in my room I’d have to throw hands.”

“Stuff appears in your dream?” Kaminari asked. “What, like, someone’s statue of Scooby doo?”

“Kaminari Denki, please tell me you don’t have a statue of Scooby doo in your kindred.” She tried not to laugh.

“No!” He said quickly. “I have a statue of Scrappy Doo.”

“Oh my god, no, you don’t!” She gasped.

“Yep! There’s a pond in front of my house and he’s in the dead center of it.” He grinned proudly. “And he looks amazing there.”

“Oh I bet he does.” Y/N snickered. “Bet he pulls the whole place together.”

“As a matter of fact he does.” Kaminari declared smugly. “What about your plane? What’s one big special thing you’ve got in it?”

Y/N hummed and thought for a second. “There’s a really big oak tree just behind my house and it’s covered in string lights, with a small ladder up the trunk. There’s a flat area in some of the branches so I can sit up there and read.”

“That sounds beautiful.” Kaminari said, fondly. “I have a tree kind of like that in mine too.”

“Does yours have a massive Pikachu in front of it?” She taunted, laughing.

She just barely missed the furrowing of his eyebrows before he answered. “I’m not entirely sure, I think, I’d have to take a look. I hope I do though, otherwise, I’d have to come steal yours.”

“Absolutely not! He’s my friend!” Y/N gasped and shoved at his leg. “Stick with your Scrappy Doo statue.”

Kaminari smiled. “Fine, fine. But if I don’t have a Pikachu in my dream, you owe me.”

“Mmhm, sure.” Y/N grinned.

For the next few months, Y/N and Kaminari grew closer, having bonded over their lack of soulmates. While they grew closer, not only did Y/N become happier, her kindred-plane seemed to get brighter, despite all the random things finding purchase in her realm and the fact that it was still growing. It was nice, she didn’t hate spending the night there anymore. She didn’t run into the disembodied hand anymore, but that was okay.

With what was happening in reality, she wasn’t too bothered by her dreams anymore. Instead, she focused on her friends, they were a wonderful reminder that life didn’t go to complete shit. For the first time, she actually let these people get close to her and drag her out of her hole she kept herself in.

… And out into the living room to watch the boys yell at each other over Mario Kart.

Y/N cursed and pushed Kaminari’s face away from her own as he laved his tongue across her cheek. “Denki, I swear to god if you don’t stop licking me, I’m going to bite you!”

“Ooh! Promise?” He flirted, smirking. “What else are you gonna do with that mouth?”

“Hurt your feelings, Sparkler boy.” She laughed, squishing his cheeks.

Kaminari threw himself into her arms, taking her to the floor. “So mean, I thought you loved me!”

“Oh yeah, she totally loves you with the way she made you beat yourself up today.” Bakugo snickered.

“Yeah, dude, she used your quirk against you better than you.” Kirishima pipped up.

“Hey, hey, clones don’t get fried when they use their ultimate! They just disappear and another one pops up!” Kaminari argued in defense.

“Jesus, Denki, you’re heavy!” Y/N shoved at his body, half heartedly. “Get off, you loser.”

“Uhg, fine, only because I have a race to win.” He rolled off her, to grab his switch controller.

“Oh thank god, I was going into the light for a second there.” Y/N gasped, dramatically.

Kaminari pinched her leg in retaliation. “Hey, I’m not that heavy!”

“Your head is though.” She stuck her tongue out.

“So mean.” He pouted as she turned to lay her head in his lap.

Y/N giggled as she pulled out her phone, to scroll through Tumblr for a fic to read. Moments went by before a snapchat notification popped up. Tapping on it, she found a common message from Mina.

‘You guys are too cute.’- Pinkiepie

‘We’re just friends, Mi.’-Y/N

A snap picture appeared in their feed and she tapped it open. There she was laying in Kaminari’s lap and there he was looking down at her, sweetly. ‘He’s giving you major heart eyes.’- Pinkiepie

‘Stop taking pictures of people, it’s stalkery.’- Y/N

‘That’s why you took a ss.’ -Pinkiepie

‘Oh fuck off.’- Y/N

‘Oh come on, just give him a chance, neither of you have sm’s so your not stealing him from anyone.’- Pinkiepie

‘You’re*’- Y/N

Y/N sighed and looked up to Kaminari’s face above hers. It apparently hadn’t been uncommon knowledge that Kaminari was Soulmateless, probably why the group had been so confused as to why she was so upset about it. It was normal to them, because it had always been Kaminari’s story.

Would it be so bad to make her own soulmate? Most divided soulmates stayed by themselves for the rest of their lives, but would it be alright if they didn’t?

“Oh, guys! I meant to tell you; I think I actually do have a soulmate!” Kaminari blurted into the air.

His admission quite literally derailed the entire room. Bakugo drove off the map in Mario Kart, Kirishima completely looked away from the game and Mina choked on her spit and her eyes flew to Y/N who paled significantly.

Sero was the only one who appeared unaffected. “Guys, he’s probably just saying that to throw us off, he’s in last.”

“I’m gonna blow you up, you put me in fourth with your little stunt.” Bakugo threatened.

“No, I’m serious!” Kaminari argued. “Over the last few months my dreams have been changing and stuff. Like it was making room for another person. My house is super spacy now, new decorations have been showing up for no reason, like there was a vase of flowers on the floor near my door, and my curtains changed colour, they’re a cute lavender colour now. Plus there’s a really big pikachu next to a beautiful oak tree in my yard.”

“Woah, dude, really?” Kirishima paused the race and turned to his friend.

“Yeah, totally.” Kaminari nodded, subtly looking down to meet Y/N’s wide eyes. “I was super confused for a while.”

“Holy shit, you’re serious.” Sero laughed. “Have you met them yet? Or are they just leaving surprises for you?”

“Well, I’ve seen her a few times, but I haven’t got the chance to talk to her yet, she wakes up pretty fast.” Kaminari shrugged.

“That’s so good Denki, I’m so happy for you.” Mina said softly as Y/N sat up.

“Me too, Denks. But speaking of waking up, I’m tired, so I’m gonna go take a nap.” Y/N hummed, yawning.

“Okay, see you later, Y/N.” They all chimed as she walked away.

“Yeah, see you later.” Kaminari called, carefully.

Y/N tried her best to contain herself and all but ran to her dorm. Along the way, her phone buzzed, no doubt a message from Mina. Once she was in her room, she flew to her bed, never had she been so eager to fall asleep before.

She quickly responded to Mina, ensuring her that she was alright and actually wanted to sleep. Y/N even sent her a reassuring picture of her smile with a short caption ‘I’m off to go see a Pikachu.’ After that, it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, but it was too long.

Y/N blinked open her eyes, finally appearing in her kindred-plane and spun around, trying to identify things in her dream house. She hurried to open the door and looked over to her tree, with the ever so famous Pikachu there. She turned and jogged in the opposite direction for the one thing she needed to see to make sure she was correct.

There it was. Scrappy Doo. In the middle of her pond.

Y/N jumped up and down, squealing to herself. It was happening, oh my god, it was happening. Now she just had to wait.

And wait she did. She had run back to her tree and climbed up to sit and await her soulmate. The soulmate she actually had again. Someone to share her dream world with again.

She had a soulmate.

Quietly for the next hour, Y/N sat and read one of her books, waiting almost patiently for him. She’d made it through the third chapter when a voice startled her away from the pages.

“Sorry, I couldn’t fall asleep for the life of me.” Kaminari said, smiling.

Y/N bit her lip and grinned. “I thought you missed my cue for a bit there."

"No, I was just a little too excited to fall asleep." He crawled up into her tree nook. "You see, I suddenly got a new person roaming my world almost like, uh, a forever person or something. What's it called?"

"Mm, I don't know. Kinda sounds like you've got a soulmate there, Denki." Y/N whispered as he came closer.

"Fucking finally." He muttered, leaning forwards to connect their lips.

But before he could make contact he ran into her hand first. “But, really, we are going to have to talk about your decorating choices.”

“Yeah, yeah, we can talk about that after this.” Kaminari chuckled and moved her hand to kiss her.

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Being Thor and Loki's Little Sister and Dating Peter Parker Would Include...

Notes: wow I haven't written a marvel one in a long time pls don't read too much into the timeline lol I know things overlap but just go with it (:

Warnings: none... I think ??

Word Count: 3.6k (sorry its a bit long for a write like this but I couldn't help myself)

You managed to do a decent job at keeping your relationship under wraps from your brothers for quite some time

Of course every other member on the team knew before the two of you even begun officially dating

Peter had spent three months ranting and raving to Tony Stark about how cute he thought you were and how much he liked you

Tony insisted time and time again he should tell you but Peter’s fear of rejection was much too large for him to find the courage for that

Unbeknownst to him,

You had spilled about your crush on Peter to Wanda and Nat almost a week after living in the compound

Being the only other girls there besides Pepper, it was easy to confide in them

Day after day you would wander to Wanda’s room and lay on her bed and gush about how handsome Peter was and how kind of a heart he had

Wanda found it adorable

And Bucky, Steve and Sam had placed the pieces together after days on end of watching Peter and yourself flirt like school kids in the gym during training

Even after being frozen for years, Steve recognized the look of smitten on Peter’s face when he talked to you

Bruce on the other hand had to sit through most of the kids talks with Tony in the lab so he figured it out fast

So when the two of you finally confessed your feelings for one another and Peter asked you out, there was only one road block holding the moment back from perfection

Your brothers

You and Peter shared the news with all the other team members expect the two, possibly most important in your case, members

You’ve been close to your brothers since you were brought into this world so it wasn’t like you didn’t want to tell them

It was more or less how overprotective they could be that made you bite your tongue

And as nervous as you are, Peter is 1,000% more worried about your brother’s finding out

Like honestly can you imagine how petrified Peter would be to tell Thor and Loki you two were dating

He’d purposely walk in the opposite direction every time he saw either of the two for the first week

Couldn’t stop fumbling with his words when he spoke to either of them

Like he was terrified

It’s sort of a cliché to have protective older brothers but older brothers who were also both Gods ????

Peter felt like a deadman walking

When the day finally came that you did tell your brothers about your relationship with Peter, it was absolutely cringe worthy

Peter had been coming home to the tower after a long day at Midtown High School when he spotted you the second he stepped foot out of the elevator

His excitement had clouded his judgement as he failed to check and see if the coast was clear

“Y/n! Hey!”

He nearly tumbled over his own feet as he rushed over to you

His face was gleaming with happiness and for a brief moment you felt a smile creep to your face until you were pulled back to reality by his hand reaching out to grasp yours

Your eyes widened in shock as you stared at Peter and before you could warn him to stop, he had planted a soft kiss on your cheek

That adorable smile was glowing from his face as he reached down for your hand only to fall once you pulled your hand away

He gave you a look of confusion, clearly surprised by your lack of response

But when an awkward cough sounded from behind him, he suddenly knew why

Peter didn’t have enough time to make any sort of a move when a husky, all too familiar voice spoke up,

“Hello, man of spiders. May I ask why you just kissed our little sister?” “Oh shit- I uh, well you see I…um...she had something on her face so I uh…”

Loki would snicker in amusement at seeing the boy squirm and prolong his torture “So you kissed her?” “Yeah…” “Hm, there something you’d like to share, little one?”

It wasn’t exactly the way you were hoping to break the news to your brothers

But it was certainly one way of doing it

The rest of the night was filled with awkward tension as you and Peter had to confess the truth to your brothers, who then made you share the news with the rest of the team

Thankfully, the rest of the team pretended they were just hearing about your new relationship for the first time, seeing as no one wanted to deal with an angry Thor

Now let’s get into your relationship with Peter

Peter Parker is the most caring person in the universe

Honestly

And dating him certainly came with it’s perks

You can expect to wake up every morning with a fresh coffee and a pastry on your nightstand, courtesy of Peter

He’ll also write you a sweet little ‘good morning’ note with a sketch of spider-man hanging from a web

(( he’s actually pretty talented in the doodling department ))

Makes cute sketches of him as spiderman and you as a princess ( vv fitting)

But also draws you as a total badass saving the galaxy bc… well you are

Count on him to be the first person to greet you when the sunrises and the last person to wish you a goodnight when it falls

Gets Mr. Stark to buy you an iphone so he can teach you how to use it

Has your name as “goddess” in his phone

The first thing he does is teach you about texting so he can pay you in imessage games

Refuses to play you in battleship since you somehow have crushed him every single time

Gets slightly annoyed with the overwhelming amount of random photos you snap of him

But he knows its all new to you and finds it irritatingly adorable

Loves it when you walk home with him from school

Will also keep reminding you that you shouldn’t have walked alone all the way to Midtown High School alone

Peter often forgets that you’re Asgardian and can protect yourself just fine

But it’s so cute how protective he is

He’s very observant and notices nearly everything

Like when you’re feeling a bit homesick

He picks up on it right away and will ask Thor and/or Loki for advice

Or when you start to become bored and tired at one of Star’s parties

Peter made his way over you before you even had the chance to turn and search for him

He’d escort you back to your room and lay with you until he was positive you had fallen asleep

Kisses to the top of your head

Is the boyfriend that will take your makeup off for you if you wear any

(( and sets yours lashes on the nightstand so neatly and labels which eye they were on cause the poor boy doesn’t understand ))

Spends weeks learning how to master the intricate braids that adorn your head

It’s so cute cause he’ll sit and look up Youtube videos and try to learn how to make the different braids and is just so confused but so determined

Taking Peter to visit Asgard

“Woah- this place looks like something from Lord of the Rings! It’s awesome!” “Lord of the Rings? I’ve never met that God.” “Uh, no, it’s a movie from Earth. We can watch it when we go back.” “To Midgard?” “Midgard? No, to New York.”

Loves it when your people refer to you as “Princess Y/n”

For some reason it makes him blush

Will tell everyone back on Earth that he’s dating a princess

I could def see Peter getting annoyed and frustrated with the Asgardian men trying to flirt and win your heart

Although that’s something that already belong to Peter

And even though Peter trusts you entirely

He’s still insecure from time to time

Especially when he sees how much taller and stronger Asgardian men look in comparison to him

But he finds reassurance in the feeling of your hand in his and the gleeful smile adorning your face as you show him around your homeland

Attempting to help Peter study

Although you’re not much help to Midgardian school work “Peter, darling, I don’t have a clue what a watergate is and I haven’t an idea how that could be scandalous.”

Maths however you excelled in

And Peter was thoroughly surprised to find you had the sequence of PI memorized to the one hundredth number- and in song form

Holding your hand 24/7

Endless cuddles on the couch

And when you’re walking around together, he does that thing where he swings your hands and back forth

Movie theater dates… at the tower b/c your brothers feel the need to be in close proximity the you guys at all times

Trying ice cream for the first time with Peter at two in the morning

One of Peter’s favorite things to do with you is take you through a walk in his world

At least three times a week Peter and you will walk around the city and find new things your Asgardian self has yet to experience

Like pizza

New York pizza to be exact

And hot chocolate

Ice skating at Rockefeller Center once the weather got cold

Loves to take you for drives in the more woodsy land of New York once fall set in and the leaves began to change

But by far his favorite thing is showing you Midgardian films and movies of all sorts

He loves that you don’t judge him for nerding out over his love for films

Not to mention you actually sit and watch Star Wars with him

(( maybe it was the whole space element but Peter was just thrilled you liked it ))

But then he shows you ‘Alien’

And it was an instant regret

It took him the rest of the night to convince you that the movie was fake

You made him sleep in your room just for reassurance

Your favorite out of the films Peter played was called ‘Toy Story’

Buzz Lightyear reminded you of Thor

In terms of TV shows

F.R.I.E.N.D.S. which quickly became your guys comfort show

Parks & Rec too “That Andy fellow looks an awful lot like Starlord, don’t you think?”

Peter refuses to let you watch Black Mirror

After the whole incident with Alien

Black Mirror didn’t seem like a good idea

Constantly teasing from the rest of the Avengers

Tony just can’t help it

He loves tormenting the two of you

Especially when Thor and/or Loki are around

“Hey Peter, I thought I saw you go into Y/n’s room last night but I didn’t see you leave until the morning. Heard a lot of noise too- thought Y/n was getting attacked. What was that about?”

“Kid, I got you those condoms you asked for. How’d you manage to run out of that last box so quick? I just bought it for you a week ago!” “Messing with you, they’re just sugar packets- Thor put Peter down right now!”

Aunt May absolutely adores you

Always tells Peter how sweet you are and is constantly inviting you over for dinner

Lets you two have sleepovers in his room at her place

As long as the door stays open

Peter can’t stop laughing when you compliment May on her ability to make an amazing bowl of cereal

She thought it was a joke seeing as she burned dinner the night before to a crisp and laughs until she’s in tears

And you’re literally sitting there so confused, clearly not understanding the joke

Peter then takes you on a trip to a grocery store for the first time to show you a whole aisle full of cereal

It is then that you realize Aunt May didn’t hand make the fruity pebbles

She still laughs about it to this day

Befriending Ned and listening enthusiastically while he gives you a full speech on the franchise Star Wars

And his rant on how terrible Star Trek is in comparison

Is shocked when you ask questions out of genuine interest

Ned immediately takes a liking to you after that and asks Peter daily to invite you to hangout

Whenever Stark adds an upgrade to his suit, you’re the first person Peter shows it to

He shares quite literally everything with you

As do you to him

The rest of the Avengers love gossiping about you guys

Nat and Wanda have already started planning the wedding and Pepper has the perfect venue in mind, much to your brothers dismay

For some reason

Thor and Loki are always within reasonable distance, enough so they can keep an eye on you but also give some sense of privancy

Thor is def always the first one to step in

“Peter, please remove your hand from my sister’s behind.” “Oh uh, ye-yeah… sorry, Mr.Thor.”

Loki would find Peter amusing

He loves to mess with him whenever given the chance

“Ah, Peter. Good to see you. I’m sure Y/n informed you of our task today. Very impressed that you offered yourself as the sacrifice to the aliens-” “Wait, what? Y/n?!” “He’s kidding, Peter.”

Everyone in the Avenger’s tower knew Peter was lactose intolerant and knew the repercussions of the boy consuming any sort of dairy

(( he physically cannot leave the bathroom for a full day ))

Yet Loki regularly will swap Peter’s specially labeled almond milk with a jug of skim milk just for the hell of it

There’s something so hilarious to him about the look of panic and alarm that smacks abruptly across Peter’s face as he quickly stumbles out of the kitchen to his room

It keeps him laughing for days

You’ll just shoot your brother a look of disapproval, clearly certain it was his doing

“Loki, why did Peter run off?” “Not sure, darling sister, maybe he’s got one of those stomach bugs. I’ve heard Midgardians are prone to them…weak bodies and such.” "You switched out his milk again didn’t you.” “I haven’t the slightest clue what you’re accusing me of, little one.”

Thor is a bit more hesitant on accepting your relationship with his fellow Avenger

He trusts that Peter would never harm you

Although he did not trust that you would never be harmed because of Peter

It was risky enough that both your brothers were big names in space, as well on Earth, however

Thor knew Loki and himself were capable of protecting you but Peter?

He was just a kid, in Thor’s eyes

However the one thing that kept him from telling you this was seeing how happy Peter made you

As your older brother, Thor trusted your judgement and tried his best to be accepting of his little sister dating

And as much as he wanted to deny it, he saw crystal clear the care and love Peter gave to you and he wasn’t willing to break that for you

Still

Thor is the type of brother to barge into a room and shove himself between Peter and yourself without warning

This man does not care at all

At least Loki has the decency to give you two space as a couple

Thor does not

He is constantly third wheeling on your dates and will ‘accidentally’ walk into rooms he knows you two are in claiming he forgot something

Not that he ever grabs anything,

He’ll usually just stand and stare at the two of you until you either leave the room or ask him to leave

To which he always answers,

“No.”

But with a smile

A smug smile

PDA is something he will never be okay with

Thor will yank Peter back by the collar every time he sees his lips on yours and glare at him, “Man of spiders, I know you’re in love with my little sister but kissing her infront of me is too far.”

And Loki will physically gag just to piss you off

For the most part, your relationship with Peter is nearly perfect

It would be entirely perfect if you weren’t constantly worrying about him dying on a mission or getting hurt

But still, just like any couple, you had your moments

And when you did fight, it was typically over Peter’s safety or him not wanting you to tag along for a mission

Your common way of dealing with conflict was the silent treatment

Which is pure torture for Peter

Not only does he miss the sound of your voice

He misses having you around

Seeing your smile

Hearing you laugh from something he said

He felt terrible everytime

He’d go to Tony for advice and spend hours rambling on to him about how sorry he was for yelling at you and for adding to the fight

Tony would half listen while he worked away on a new system and suit, offering a ‘yeah’ and ‘hmm’ every few seconds which pleased Peter who thought his mentor was fully listening

And after almost two hours of his non-stop talking, Tony Stark had reached his limit

Setting his wrench down on the metal table with a thud he turned around to face the young boy

“Kid, why’re you saying all this to me and not her? I mean, I’m all ears but I’m also not Y/n. I know we’re both good looking so I can see why you mixed us up, but you should be talking to her right now.”

Similar to Peter you also had someone to confide in when the road got rocky

Loki had always been the one you shared all your secrets with

As children you were attached at the hip to both your brothers but Loki a smidgen more than Thor

Your father, Odin, had Thor at his side 24/7 growing up

While he was busy learning the ropes to ruling Asgard, Loki and yourself run amuck causing trouble left and right through the royal palace

Through the years of bonding Loki become your best friend, and you his

So when trouble struck in paradise, your older brother was the one you ran to

He’d welcome you with open arms and a questioning gaze

Loki is by far the best listener in your family

Instead of telling you what to do, he asks what you want, which is a refreshing change

After a long talk with Loki you’d search the tower high and low for Peter while ironically Peter was doing the same thing

When you did finally make-up, it felt like coming home

The apologies were so sincere and genuine

You’d end up having a sleepover in your room watching 80’s films that Peter claimed were ‘iconic’ and laying in his arms

And that’s where you felt complete

Fights never occurred often but bickering ???

DAILY

You two bickered playfully over everything under the sun

Like who’s the better superhero; Ironman or Captain American

Debates between living in New York and living in Asgard

Loves to pull up Midgardian inventions and ask you to guess what it is “Princess, what do you think this is?” “Oh! Oh! I’ve seen this one! Tony has one in his kitchen!” “Okay, so what is it?” “Yes, it’s a chicken nugget maker!” “It’s actually an air fryer but we only ever make chicken nuggets in them so I’ll give you a half point.”

Peter sneaking out of your room at the crack of dawn and sprinting to his

As much as Thor and Loki liked him and supported the relationship

He was sure they’d both team up to murder him if they caught him sleeping in your bed

Steve and Tony, who seem to be incapable of sleep, have watched him tiptoe out of your room numerous times but they only share a look of amusement then go back to their previous discussion

Playing hide-n-go-seek and tag on rainy days at the tower

Cuddling in Peter’s bed while he asks you to tell him stories about Asgard

Loves hearing about your childhood and what it’s like to grow up with siblings

Is fascinated when you tell him about Heimdall

Stealing Peter’s hoodies

Especially his Midtown High School ones

They’re insanely soft

Sweet little kisses throughout the day

He's just so sweet and gentle

Loves getting to hold you and snuggle in his bed

Most weekends you spend lounging on the couch with Peter’s head in your lap while you play with his hair

Other times you’re sitting next to Peter on his bed watching him play some video game and asking a million questions “Who is that man, Peter?” “That’s me, he’s the main character of the game. That’s Mario, babe.” “You’re not Mario- you’re Peter.” “No, the main character of this game is Mario, I’m just playing him.” “Oh… and what is that green dinosaur creature?” “That’s Yoshi!” “Adorable.”

Making out between games

In terms of... y'know... sex

Neither of you were keen on rushing the process

You had tip toed on the line multiple times yet never fully crossed it

Until you had decided to make the first real move after being together for about five months

You trusted him with all your heart so it wasn't exactly scary, but rather exciting

He had a way of making you feel safe, comfortable, and loved all at once

Lets be honest, Peter nearly fainted the first time he saw you naked

And still, no matter how many times the two of you have sex,

He worships every inch of you like it was your first time all over again

You couldn't have asked for a better lover

Dating Peter means a new adventure everyday

You’re constantly learning new things about each other and from each other

Despite coming from two very different worlds

You’ve never felt more connected to a soul until Peter came along

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