#...im a sucker for fluffy socks

[helianskies]

'it's just a little something' - for nedspa? :)

nedspa, eh? 8)

Present

They are taking a break from a social event, catching their breath in the fresh air of a smoking area at the rear of the house they’re visiting, when Abel makes the most of the opportunity he has; now that they are alone, he pulls a small Christmas-coloured cube from his pocket, before he presents it to Antonio in the palm of his hand.

“Here,” he says. “For you.”

Antonio is stunned. He has nothing he can offer in return other than a cigarette, but Abel has his own, and, well… He takes the present with a quiet ‘thank you’, puts his cigarette out on the ashtray on the patio table behind them, and adds, “You didn’t have to get me anything…”

“I know,” Abel replies. 

“I mean, I appreciate it, of course! It’s very kind—”

“It’s fine. It’s just a little something,” Abel dismisses as his focus returns to the wintery garden before them. 

Antonio stares at him for a moment, a faint smile on his face. “Can I open it now?” he asks. “Or am I meant to wait until I’m home?”

“Up to you,” the other replies. “I… I don’t mind.”

If that is the case, Antonio decides, then waiting is something he doesn’t want to do. He looks at the wrapped present in his hand and begins to carefully try and tear away the paper. Though, he soon discovers that Abel is so good at wrapping (and sellotaping) that he might as well have been trying to break into a bank! 

“You,” he says, teasing, “don’t like making things easy, do you?”

“Oh— Do you need some help?” Abel asks. He seems embarrassed as he glances down, a slight pink to his cheek (or is that just the cold?), and goes to reach for the item as he says, “Sorry. I can try to—”

“No, no, I can do it,” Antonio insists with a laugh, however. He turns the little box-shaped gift around and tried to pull up the corner of a different piece of tape. “No pain, no gain, right?”

Abel stares at him quizzically. “Pain shouldn’t come into it.”

“You know what I mean!”

He receives a gentle scoff. Again, Abel offers his help (though it seems his sense of embarrassment has waned a bit) but Antonio once more refuses. He can handle a bit of tape! 

Or, at least, that’s what he wants to believe. But the more he turns the gift around and tries to pick at other pieces of paper or tape, the more frustrated he slowly becomes. The paper doesn’t want to tear, the tape must be extra-sticky, and— well, Antonio’s patience knows many bounds! He wants to be appreciative—he’s conscious Abel is right there and has made a sweet effort for him—but—God!

“Here, let me—”

“But I can—!”

“It’s okay. Don’t worry,” Abel says nonetheless, prying the present from Antonio’s grasp and taking over. 

Antonio feels bad the moment it leaves his hand. It seems the embarrassment has become his own. He even mumbles an apology, which Abel apologises for in turn (he feels it’s his fault they’re both struggling!) and then— the sound of a small tear.

His ability to breathe comes back to him. Now they must both have pink faces.

“We’ll try again,” Abel says, the suggestion of a smile on his face. He holds out the gift to Antonio in the same way he had initially presented it, and repeats the words: “It’s just a little something. I know Christmas has passed, but…”

“…it still means a lot,” Antonio assures him.

Now that the way has been paved for him, he finds that piece of paper that the other was able to rip and continues to pull away the wrapping. It is much easier this time. The tape proves to a little tough in areas, but… once he gets enough of the present inside uncovered, he pulls away what remains like a sleeve and—

“Oh…”

He nearly laughs. For a second, he feels himself brimming with emotion (or maybe it’s just the cold winter air). Then, he runs his fingers over the fluffy socks, the little face of a penguin poking out of the hole in the cardboard packaging, and his smile widens.

He may not have anything material he can give to Abel in return for this gesture (a simple gesture, but a meaningful one, when you consider that the one thing Antonio had mentioned he’d wished he’d had for the holidays had been a pair of bed socks!). But he does have something equally simple, equally meaningful (so he hopes).

So he steps on his tip-toes and gives Abel a peck on the cheek. And then, because the other loses his poor cigarette to his stupor, he offers him a fresh one to make up for it. It’s the least he can do. 

The mutual pink cheeks make a reappearance.

Neither of them mind.

[ ficlet collection is over on ao3! ]

[bingoboingobongo]

task force 141 + favorite christmas movies

Characters: Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” MacTavish, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Warnings: none

A/N: sorta did this already with ghost but now it’s time for the entire team

john "soap" mactavish:

what can i say soap is a home alone kinda guy

he fell in love with them as a kid and he just never fell out of love

it's that sorta violent but still comedic and overly dramatized kind of humor that soap likes

plus he's a sucker for montages and you know home alone has a bunch of them

he's a fan of the whole series too

but the first one is definitely his favorite, just because it's classic

definitely gets freaked out by the bird lady in the second one (i think it's the second one)

and yes he's always wanted a home alone situation whenever he was a kid

he would literally pray for a duo of goofy robbers to try and break in whenever his parents weren't home

of course it never worked

but you know

a man can dream

he also knows all the home alone lore

and he freaked out when he found out macaulay culkin was married to brenda song

kyle "gaz" garrick:

so this goes hand in hand with my christmas songs headcanon

but gaz's favorite christmas movie is the grinch (2018)

bc 1. it has a fire soundtrack

2. it's got great animation

and 3. beneficiary cumberbun as the grinch was unprecedentedly good

he also doesn't like the live action grinch

he watched it when he was younger and it really scared him

like im talking it really scared him

he saw it in a hotel while his family was visiting new york for christmas

and then he refused to sleep on the wall side of the bed because he was scared the grinch was gonna come from under the bed in that sorta shadowy area between the bed and the wall and steal him

and yes he still sleeps on the lamp side whenever he stays at hotels now

even though he's a grown man

so yeah the grinch (2018) was a very welcome change to that

i mean the animation is so bright and cheery

what's not to love

plus he really likes how fluffy the grinch looks

and yes he watched it in theatres with his family so there's a lot of good memories associated with that as well

simon "ghost" riley:

so kinda similar to gaz

but ghost's favorite christmas movie is actually how the grinch stole christmas (1966)

for those of y'all who aren't up to date on the grinch movie release timeline that's the cartoon one

gaz doesn't like that one because that smile the grinch does in the beginning (you know what i mean, it's the one where his cheeks literally like migrate to his ears) freaked him out

but ghost actually enjoys that scene

he says it scratches an itch

he also likes the 1966 grinch because it brings him back to simpler times

he first watched it in school right before winter break

and then he went home and made his mom watch it with him over and over and over again

and so now whenever he has the chance he'll watch during the holiday season

it does make him a little sad though

you know since his mom's dead

anyways

john price:

price's favorite movie is charlie brown's christmas

he's actually a pretty big fan of the peanuts

is that what they're called? idk

so it's only a no brainer that the charlie brown christmas special brings him a special kind of joy

before he used to watch it on cable on christmas day

and then he got apple tv+ so now he watches it to get in the mood

guys this isn't an ad for apple i swear

he likes to cozy up with a blanket, some nice socks (he's a sock guy what can i say), a cup of tea or hot cocoa, and some biscuits

sometimes he falls asleep before the end tho

but it's not like he's never seen it before so it's fine

yet despite his love for the peanuts he does not have a charlie brown christmas tree

no his tree is always freshly cut down and usually pretty hefty

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

alright so this one also goes with my christmas music headcanons

but rudy's favorite christmas movie is the frozen franchise

and yes it's a holiday movie

he will fight you on that

in his mind snow + fire soundtrack = christmas movie

so yes goncharov would technically be a christmas movie by rudy's criteria

and yes he will fight you if you bring that up

he also really hates claymation

like really really hates it

it's too uncanny valley for him

like for it to be enjoyable it better be super duper obvious that the characters are clay

but even then it still catches him off guard

he also really likes christmas specials for like a bunch of shows

so after he's done with his frozen marathon he'll turn on his favorite shows and just watch the christmas episodes

and yes he does that for every holiday that has specials

alejandro vargas:

okay so potentially controversial opinion

but alejandro really enjoys hallmark movies

like it doesn't matter which one it is as long as it's a christmas hallmark movie he's down to watch it

he doesn't even know why like he's aware of how cheesy they are

but they've really mastered that feel good formula

even if each movie is riddled with plot holes

but even then that's also part of the fun too

like he enjoys inviting rudy or even the others over so they can poke fun at all the logistical impossibilities of the movie

and really that's what he likes when he watches the movies

the good memories he makes

ig it's true guys

the real lesson was the friends we made on the way

or whatever the saying is idk

he also likes the cheesy romance of it all

and also he doesn't tell anyone that he secretly enjoys the hallmark movies

with everyone else he pretends that it sucks

but he eats it up every time

and yes he always checks to see if the kiss happens at the same time

and so far it has almost every single time

[fic-heaven]

I will try (Gus x reader) [NSFW]

-This is short, rushed and certainly not edited because you know me xddd

-Im a sucker for Gus and fuck mw3 if it has no Gus and no Soap I ain' buying shit.

Enjoy Gus' strong mommy kink, guys

"Fuck me like you own me."

You thought you heard that wrong, so you asked Gus to repeat himself to what he clicked his tongue staring at the far corner of your office. He took off his beret nervously playing with it's edges trying to summon the same courage from before to say out loud:

"Please, Miss Hound. F-Fuck me like you own me!"

Your eyes shot to the closed door to your left praying to any gods above that no one heard what Rodriguez just shouted. This was so unlike him.

So, today was your typical day just after returning from a long-ass mission. First you would finish mountains of paperwork, ask Ghost to sign up some papers (praying to God he wouldn't try to make a move on you or I'd get awkward quickly as you played oblivious), give them to Price or Gaz, pester Johnny, eat something and finally find Gus to have the fuck of your life until you took a shower, had dinner and went to bed.

But it seems your little pet was tired of you keeping him as the final plate.

You looked up at the clock hanging on the wall right above the door, then made a tsk tsk tsk sound lightly tapping the pen to the wooden table thinking of your choices.

"You really had missed me. Right, pet?"

His hooded eyes lit up, tan cheeks flushed and his moustache quirked in a shy crocked smile. He nodded looking down his feet. He was so fucking adorable.

For once you thought: "Hell, why not." It won't hurt to break the routine at least once.

Gus smiled wider this time taking half a step back to lock the door with a click! Never looking away from your amused eyes. He didn't even know what he was asking.

Your hand shot to the handcuffs inside your bottom drawer, always ready for an emergency, and a needy and disobedient pet was surely considered an emergency.

"D-do we have to...?" He stuttered looking at the pink fluffy cuffs.

"You question me? After stomping into my office wasting my precious time with your dumb needy cock?" You spat.

Gus shivered (in delight, he adored this mean role you put.) "I-i also wanted to be sure you were okay after the mission, cariño..."

Of course he did, your sweet dummy boy was worried. But that wasn't enough to lighten your mood when you harshly shoved him to the side, he lost balance and with a yelp his ass landed on the trashy red couch of your office, it creaked in protest announcing it's retirement.

"I want you naked from head to toe, cuffed and ready to satiate me." You growled throwing the lube to his side. "Time to relieve some stress."

Gus gulped and obeyed, doe-eyes ate the way you so-easily took your own garments off leaving only the socks on.

.

That was forty minutes ago.

The air on the office soon turned wet and hot, your clothes scattered on the floor near the couch and the light of your table had been turned off.

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes! Si mami... I wanna empty myself in you please! AGH FUCK! SI, SI, SI, SIGUE!"

You had been at it for what it felt like hours, your knees started to protest with painful cramps, the force of your bounces surely took a big part on that. But how could you stop? When this man turned into a whimpering pitiful mess under you, his eyes were half closed amber pearls following your every move specially your bouncing tits, his moustache topping his open panting mouth, whimpers and half animalistic noises came from the depths of his very being, your pussy making wonders to his titanium cock. Sweat ran though his caramel skin giving it a glow that made you salivate and crave for a nibble, that's originally how Gus' neck and chest had turned purple and pink with love bites in the time you two had been at it, his bouncing pecs and thick neck were just too sexy to be left untouched.

Even riding him in your uncomfortable couch that surely was beating the crap out of his back and tailbone, his big fat cock still remained hard as a rock inside your crying pussy, as if his very goal was to (like he groaned more than once now) breed you, milk his cock, empty his balls inside you, claim your body and soul starting by your sex.

"M-MAMI... IM SO CLOSE I CAN FEEL IT- I...AY, AY- MIERDA!!"

He was so pathetic.

Fucking pathetic. You were sure you were fucking him so hard the dopamine you provided made his tiny brain convince itself he truly was falling in love with you. He was, but you didn't need to know that.

He sobbed again mid-scream, pumping an alarmingly huge load into you, Gus' tongue soon got assaulted by your eager one while you both moan in desperation for more swallowing each other's breaths away, your wet muscle violently wrestled his as you rode out your orgasm prolonging his, thick muscular thighs spasmed in overstimulation finally bringing you to the edge and coming around his flushed cock. You looked so beautiful, his hands shook from behind him, the cuffs around his wrists bit his tender skin in protest.

"M-Muh...mami.. I-i... I want..."

"Do you think I care about what you want or need, pet? Mommy's too angry at you for interrupting her job. You are going to take whatever mommy gives or she will give you NOTHING at all." You should win an award for never stuttering such long sentence after riding the orgasm of your life.

He cried, fat tears ran down his cheeks, you brushed back his curly, sweaty locks and he hums in appreciation. Gus' pouty lips glistened with his saliva knowing fully well you couldn't help yourself but devour them. He may be a brat, he may be your dumb-dumb but he knows how to get what he wants. And he wanted to kiss you so bad, but he knew not to launch to your mouth, that'd hit your nerves for disobeying your orders. So he begged with his tearful eyes and pouty mouth.

"Fuck, you drive me crazy..."

You wiggled your hips back and forth as fast as you could reawakening his crying dick, he cried out and you silenced him by making him suck on your tongue to which he quickly complied internally celebrating the mouth-to-mouth contact. Your hips never relented digging his aching sex into you, he was balls deep inside your abused pussy, cum drip with the force of your thrusts as his hips shot up to drill impossibly deeper and deeper contradicting the pain he was feeling.

What a dummy! You can't go any deeper, honey!

But how could mommy teach him this? When you were currently chocking him with your tongue as he greedily took what was given, gagging in your wet muscle yet pushing further to swallow more, panting, moaning, growling, sobbing but never screaming like he wanted because mommy had made clear that if he was to make a sound loud enough for anyone out there to hear she would stop immediately and get back to work. It had taken some pathetic pleading and cute pouting for you to promise to help him not to scream, meaning cover his mouth when he seemed to be about to shout out his orgasm.

You were still training the boy to take your rough fucking, so you took that mercy on him. And he loved you for it.

The sounds of the old couch's legs scratching down the wooden floor hitting the wall with the back legs encouraged you to lift yourself up and down even harder just to try and break it more. Gus was shaking, he was sure he was about to break the fucking fluffy cuffs while you demolished his pelvis with the force of your violent humps, he wanted to manhandle you, a primal desire to be the one mounting you turned his sugary honey eyes into intimidating yellow flames, you returned his stare with a dominant one of your own, your mouths separated from the steamy make out only for your tongues to wrestle and fight for dominance in the hot air of your office.

You bit down his lip and he growled in protest seeking your mouth once more when he felt you moving your head away. You shushed him when he desperately called for your attention with loud demanding moans, hips rolled against each other, Gus threw his head back at another heavy upcoming orgasm. Your hand flew to his cheek slapping him with mean look on your face, he was so fucked out he couldn't even process the delicious sting on his cheek only drooling and rolling his hips against your now stilled ones encouraging you to keep going. He was about to cry, sobbing away his previous revelry for you to please let him ride out his orgasm.

Look how fast he dropped the dominant act! Isn't he just fucking ridiculous? A slave for your pussy. Disgusting.

You must have voiced this because he was crying out loud "I-i'm your disgusting pet yeah..." Gustavo nodded desperately "Y-y solo tuyo, mami...por favor, POR FAVOR, PLEASE FUCK YOURSELF IN ME! Puh-...PLEASE!"

He said it, not you.

"You got that right, boy. Just mine."

You slapped his thigh roughly and he whined when you set up a very slow pace, Gus teared up with a frown and a hurt look on his face, his left cheek a little red from the slap you gave him. You couldn't resist his silly little pout so you easied down your mean facade massaging his aching balls with one hand, your other nuzzled his stinging cheek and your lips kissed down his neck softly.

He was letting out low babbling sounds you could only make out a "mami.." and "que rico..." in between them as the rican nuzzled his cheek against your hand and offered you his neck. How silly he looked.

"I'm starting to feel guilty, pet. I might even be generous enough to get those cuffs off." You kissed his wet cheeks sweetly and awaited for his response but by the looks of his fucked-out state it would take a few seconds for him to manage to say a thing.

"Plah-...please ...p-...f-fu..." At this point Gus was afraid of raising his voice again now feeling self-conscious of how he has been behaving.

"You like spreading mommy so wide, huh? Filling her with your seed?"

He gulped but couldn't answer while he was still trying to catch his breath, you patience runs thin.

"Fuck, you are such a disappointment sometimes."

That stung,

That stung so good his eyes rolled back, his cock twitched pathetically inside you, your tongue soon following one line of tears from his right eye, he huffed biting back a moan. Gustavo raised his hips slightly angling his thick member on one particular gummy place that made you hiss.

You craved more of that, of his reactions, of his moans, of his cock, your pussy was so wet your darling's lap looked like an Olympic pool.

"Fuck can you feel me? So nice and wet... So fucking warm for my pet whom I miss all this fucking months..." You whispered slowly moving back and forth slightly peeking up the pace, Gus' breath hitched, his eyes closed shut focusing on the delicious feeling of your cunt and your seductive voice right next to his ear. You kept talking about how much you had craved him, how your fingers could never compare to him, and how pathetic he must have looked humping his pillow thinking about his mommy. He could only nod slowly and moan, Gus let out a squeak of delight feeling your hands reaching for the keys and finally FINALLY setting his sore wrists free from those cuffs he bought for one of your play times all those months ago.

As soon as they were free he took a hold of your cheeks and pressed your mouths together in an all tongues and teeth kiss, his hips stayed unmoving allowing you to rock yourself into him as lazily as you pleased.

You bark a mean laugh in between his desperate kisses. "Now. Don't you want to give mommy what she craves, pet?" Gus moaned at this.

You didn't need to tell him twice when both of you went straight to set an animalistic pace.

"OHOHOO- FUCK T-that- yeah... That feels good,- I want you.. yeah! I want you so bad...M-mami you are so-" the Rican was suddenly so vocal, it seemed like he appreciated getting his hands back, and how good it felt to have them clawing at your back and massaging your ass cheeks. You cried out at the feeling of your approaching orgasm, the merciless pace you both kept made some tears of your own join Gus' as he reached one hand to massage your clit and another one to take a hold of one of your breasts for him to nibble on groaning in delight at the sound of your pleasure. He pistones his hips to your heat desperate to reach his end and hopefully cum with you, his balls made loud clapping noises hitting your ass aggressively fast you two were sure someone was listening out there but you were so high in the clouds of pleasure you simply didn't give a flying fuck.

"M-milk that cock yeah- si, ay... ASÍ, AH, AH, AH!!"

"SHIT, FUCK- GUS I'M..."

"GIVE... GIVE IT... I WANT IT, MI AMOR! W-WITH ME...!"

You kept on jumping on his lap when Gus' thick thighs shook violently, his hips paused in the air, his balls injected waves of cum inside your already swollen womb filling you compleatly to the brim. You had half the mind to thrust your tit to his mouth so his screaming orgasm was muffled while yours was bitten back with difficulty almost piercing your lower lip compleatly. You lifted your hips enough for his leaking dick to slip out of your cavern.

If it wasn't for your birth control you were sure as hell this ride with Gus surely would have impregnated you for real. And your big goofball thought the same, he kissed your nipple and licked a line from your chest up to your neck nibbling and kissing your salty skin.

You threw your head back to the feeling of his tongue and soon got an idea.

"Why don't you clean mommy a bit, pet?" You managed to breath out.

Gus raised his brows at this request mid-lick, the pink tip of his tongue peeked under his moustache. It was something you two had tried a few sessions back, he brought the idea to you when he had a long talk with Reyes about his own experiences. He still felt a little nervous about it, of course the idea of eating the cum out of you made his aching manhood itch a little, Gus hissed already feeling spent yet he fixed your cunt a look with a new type of hunger.

"I'll... Do what mami pleases. P-pero... I-it's too much cum, mami..."

"It's too much cum, mommy!" You whined mockingly. "Should have thought that before stuffing mommy's cunt with your filling right?" You rose up on the couch, presenting him your naked and abused womanhood. He was quick to sandwich his own face your thighs kissing your skin and humming in delight.

"Ready for lunch then, pet?"

Gus was quick to hide his hot red cheeks between your legs, his hands lovingly massaging the meat of your thighs adoring your mean act.

Your hand went to his forehead angling his head so that his mouth was inches apart from your and dripping hole.

"It's a shame... I thought my boy would like to taste our sweet juices..." You whispered feigning disappointment for his silence.

Gus gasped angling himself closer ready to lunch to your cunt alarmed by your tone. But you quickly stopped him covering your cunt with your palm right. He kissed your hand instead with puppy eyes.

"Ah ah-... You need to apologize."

"A-apologize..." He repeated.

"Yes, pet."

"Mommy's upset..." Gus lamented. "I'm sorry, mommy. I-i will drink you, I want to drink you... May I please drink you?"

You tilted his chin upwards uncovering your cunt, the sweet aroma of your arousal hitting his senses and making him instantly drool.

"You mean, drink US." You corrected, and he dumbly blinked at you with desire. "You want to drink mommy's juices and your delicious milk combined?" You tempted him, he licked his lips his dripping moustache made him look funny. "A love cocktail. Only reserved for good boys"

He nodded enthusiastic as you hovered his wide awaiting mouth with your dripping cunt, some of the juices fell to his hot tongue and he hummed desperate for more. Your hands went to his nape and roughly brought him to your pussy, he didn't waste a second eating you out greedily drinking your liquid love. You moaned loudly and he groaned in delight.

"M-mami..." He moaned shaking his head side to side furiously brushing your clit with his nose.

"B-baby give me a taste..." You panted. Gus made sure to spoon a good amount of cum with his tongue as you lowered yourself to drink it from his mouth, his strong arms held you so you wouldn't lose your balance. He moaned out loud as you sucked on his tongue, the hot steamy kiss exchanged your saliva and cum with one another. Once you felt his warm hands softly cup your cheeks you got up to once more move his face to your cunt. Gus' hands went to grab your ass as you roughly rode his eager mouth already feeling a huge wave of pleasure hitting your insides making you cry out. Your walls squeezed his tongue, your legs shook and suddenly your cunt gushed his face with squirt. You had no words as he eagerly licked the fountain of your cunt as your hand muffled your loud orgasm. He massaged your back and cheeks lovingly drowning himself in the water falls of your juices now mixed with your squirt.

"W-... Fuck.."

Your legs gave out but your love reacted fast enough to take you on his arms. Gus maneuvers your exhausted body to rest on his chest as he turned you both to lay across the trashy couch, his legs were dangling on the side since he was too big for it. Your chests heaved, your shaky breaths soon evened, the exhaustion of what you just did hitting you both like a punch. Everything ached so wonderfully...

"I think you need a new couch, mi vida." He huffed.

"Don't worry... Just..." You groaned when you felt his fingers run through your sweaty locks and scratch your back in random shapes lovingly. Gus kisses your temple softly, your hand weakly reached up to clean his wet facial hair and finally cup his cheek.

"I wasn't to harsh on you was I?" You sighed.

Gus smiled softly "You were perfect, I loved it, darling."

His loving eyes and cooing squeezed your heart. "I missed you, Gus." Your big bear widened his smile nuzzling his nose against yours. "I did too. I was worried sick. Heard things went south..."

Actually the mission went as smoothly as it could go until Soap decided to place the explosives on the wrong wall almost causing the rest of the squad you were supposed to save, die. All due to a miscalculated move.

You sighed. "I'm here aren't I?"

"(Y/n)..." He whined.

"I will always come back to you, Gustavo."

He stared at you seeking something in your eyes. There was hesitation within him, his expressive eyes uncovering his worry. Gus' voice dropped a whole octave "Do you promise?" It sounded so sensual you could have mistaken it for a purr of desire until you saw how he was pouting, his jaw tensed awaiting your answer even though you two had talked about this a million times.

Promises like this having this line of work... Could be dangerous.

But you loved him too much to try and fool you both with a lie. The lie that wherever you went you wouldn't be thinking about coming back to the base as soon as posible just to find comfort in those big bear arms and warm chest, soft kisses, lingering looks, loving gestures that you never thought you'd find anywhere even less on a military base.

He was something else, your dreamer, your cuddly bear, your Gus. And you thanked the gods for sharing a base with SpecGru for the time being and feared the day you had to walk away when help was needed somewhere else leaving him here.

But to love is sometimes to let go. For now you had to make the best of what you two had in the time given.

"I will try."

You felt his moustache press against your naked shoulder planting a soft kiss followed by a hum, his understanding nature made the boy slowly nod swallowing your answer with a speckle of salt.

"As long as I'm able, (y/n). I will try as well."

A powerful warmth invaded your chest with his affection making you lower yourself to press your forehead against his.

"I love you."

[spoodrm4n]

im always a sucker for henderson sister reader so if youre still writing them how about, dustin being a protective baby brother and telling steve he has to make a move or let her down because while she hides it, dustin can tell her and steve’s “between best friends and lovers” situation is starting to hurt her? you can decide if it ends fluffy or angsty (but if you go with angsty pleas at least give me sibling fluff). either way thank you for listening and writing such stellar pieces

aw, so sweet of you anon <3

henderson!reader x steve is practically my middle name at this point, let's be real.

You're an Idiot, Steve Harrington.

Pairings: Henderson!Reader x Steve Harrington

Warnings: angst, but turns to fluff!

Word Count: 2.9K

A/N: thank you so much for your patience! life has been incredibly hectic lately and i haven't had much time to write. thank you all for your support <3

“Steve, we need to talk.” Steve turned around from sorting through returned tapes to Dustin who had slammed his palms on the front counter of Family Video, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face. 

“I’m at work, Henderson. Can it wait–” Steve turned his wrist over, checking the minutes he had before his shift was over. “Thirty minutes?” He looked back up to Dustin.

“No. You have no customers and you definitely won’t for the rest of the night and this cannot wait any longer.” Steve’s eyebrows creased together. He wasn’t used to Dustin being so stern. 

“Is something wrong? Is it Upside Down, Vecna, Eleven related?” Steve was across the counter from him now, leaning in to whisper the last part of his sentence. 

“No, Steve. It’s about my sister.” Steve blinked at him, leaning back from Dustin and shaking his head ever so slightly.

“Is she okay? Did something happen? Is she hurt?” Steve swore he could feel his heart drop into his stomach. 

“She’s not hurt, Steve. But, you’ve royally fucked up,” Dustin was grabbing Steve’s Family Video vest from across the counter and dragging him towards the back, Steve voicing protests along the way.

Dustin had only ever seen his big sister cry twice. The first time was when their dad had left. He was too young to remember the details, but your strangled sobs and tear stained face had been a vivid image that he would remember for the rest of his life. The second time he had seen you cry was when you were twelve and your cat Socks had gone missing. To him, you were the embodiment of unbothered. 

So last night after the group's weekly movie night at Steve’s, he was incredibly stunned to see the glistening of tears on your cheeks on the drive home.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He had mustered up the courage to ask you. You stared ahead at the road for a moment, the moon highlighting the tear tracks. Your face had all but crumpled into a dejected expression. You didn’t answer him, breath stuttering due to the fact that you were choking down sobs. You clenched your jaw, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “You can tell me anything. You’re always there for me, let it be my turn.” You turned over your brother's words in your head for a minute more before you were loosening your white knuckle grip. 

“There’s this guy I like. A lot. And we’ve been friends for so long and we’ve been toeing this invisible line between friends and more for so long. Like two years. And I’ve waited for this guy, kept my heart untouched and I haven’t talked to anyone else– even thought of anyone else, but-but this guy– he keeps flirting with other people; sometimes even right in front of my face. And I thought he knew how I felt because he keeps leading me on like we’re going to be more than just friends, but he keeps doing shit like that.” You rambled to Dustin, avoiding the use of the person’s name. 

Dustin was smart, though, and he immediately knew the guy you were talking about. Your lovesick glances, lingering touches, and closeness to Steve didn’t go unnoticed by Dustin. In fact, he was probably paying too much attention to your relationship with Steve. He could see the hurt that would flash across your face whenever Steve would talk about another girl he had made a move on to you. Steve had mentioned his date the previous night at movie night and you had listened to him and faked happiness for him. Dustin had noticed the forced smile and the sad look in your eyes as Steve talked to you.  He had noticed every single detail, but he was well aware that Steve Harrington could be an oblivious idiot. 

Dustin stayed silent a moment more before– “It’s Steve, right? The guy?” 

Your tense grip on the steering wheel was back now. You sucked in a breath through your nose, attempting to swallow the rest of your sadness. “Yeah.”

Dustin nodded at your confirmation, back of his head hitting the headrest of the seat. Anger simmered in his chest, hands balling into fists in his lap. Sure, Steve was one of his best friends and he loved the guy– but no one made his sister cry. He wouldn’t stand idle and just let Steve walk all over you anymore. He had seen enough. 

“Dustin, please don’t say anything.” It was as if you had read his mind.

“Y/N, I can’t just sit here and let him do that to you!” You knew Dustin’s anger was directed at Steve and not you. Your brother could be overprotective at times, especially when it came to some himbo breaking your heart. 

“I’ll get over it, Dusty. I’m probably just reading into it too much anyway.” You brushed him off, shrugging your shoulders, eyes still focused on the road. The silent tears rolling down your face weren’t overlooked. 

“You’re definitely not, though! Steve’s being an ass–” 

“Please, just drop it?” You cut him off, pulling into the driveway. “I’ll be okay.” You turned to him finally, taking the keys out of the ignition. Dustin stared at you, the image of your glossy eyes, wet eyelashes, drawn together eyebrows, and downturned lips burned into his mind. “Dustin.”

“Okay.” He had said and that had satisfied you because you had gotten out of the car, wiped your face on your sleeve and walked in the house as if nothing had happened. But Dustin had already put in place a plan to rip Steve a new one tomorrow. 

Dustin pushed Steve inside of the backroom of the video store, slamming the door shut behind them. Steve whipped around to face the boy, an incredulous look on his face. “Dude! What if I get customers?” 

“No one’s coming in dude, it’s almost eight on a Monday.” Dustin waved him off, “take a seat.” He motioned to one of the metal chairs around the table. Steve huffed, pulling out the chair and plopping down in the seat, crossing his arms over his chest. Dustin moved to stand across the table, facing Steve.

“What did I do? I feel like I’m back in high school in the principal's office.” Steve joked, but Dustin didn’t laugh. Steve’s face fell, Dustin was pissed with him.

“Do you think this is a game?” Steve uncrossed his arms and let them fall in his lap, picking at the skin around his nails. 

“Dustin, I don't even know what’s going on.” Steve stared up at the younger boy as he paced back and forth, footsteps filling the silence. 

“Look, I’m going to spell it out for you since you still can’t seem to grasp it after two years.” Dustin stopped, the room falling silent, and stared at Steve. Steve just stared back, confused. “Y/N likes you. Like she’s full on in love with you, Steve. And she has been for two years. And I’ve watched her stay silent and suffer at the hands of your oblivious stupidity for way too long.” Dustin paused for a moment, watching as Steve’s eyes widened and mouth fell open.

“W-what?” Steve stuttered out, leaning his forearms against the table, leg bouncing anxiously.

“Don’t play dumb, Harrington. You’ve been leading her on for two years! I hear the pet names you call her, I hear the flirtatious conversations, I see the way you touch her, and I see the way you look at her. She’s aware of all that stuff too. She’s also aware of all the dates you go on because you tell her about them like a dumbass! You lead her on and then go on all of these dates with other girls and you hurt her over and over again!” Dustin was yelling at him now, irritation making itself well known. Steve sucked in a breath, face falling with every word from Dustin. 

“I’ve only ever seen Y/N cry twice, Steve. Last night, on the drive home from your house, was the third. I’m sure there have been plenty of other times you’ve made her cry that I haven’t witnessed. You need to fix this. Now.” Dustin pointed a finger in Steve’s face. 

“Y/N likes me?” Dustin groaned, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation at Steve’s slowness. 

“She loves you, Steve!” Dustin emphasized, eyebrows raised. 

“Y/N loves me.” Steve blinked up at him. 

“Are you deaf? Have you not heard anything I’ve said in the last five minutes?” Dustin strode across the room and flicked Steve in the forehead. Steve sat back, sending Dustin a dirty look as he rubbed his fingers over the spot Dustin had flicked. “If you don’t like her, then just rip the bandaid off and tell her. Just stop leading her on. I can’t stand to see her heartbreak every time she sees you anymore, dude.” Dustin’s voice was quieter now as he leveled with Steve. 

Steve stared back at him, reeling from the abundance of information he was just given. Steve had been in love with you ever since you first met. Sure, Steve had flirted endlessly with you, but he always thought the feelings were unreciprocated.  He figured he would take the friendly flirting, lingering touches, and occasional pet name over finding out you didn’t like him back. He imagined the two of you dating, dancing in the kitchen late at night, going on drives and holding hands over the console, taking you to the best spots in Hawkin’s and showing you the prettiest views, driving the kids around, laying in bed with you, kissing you– he had dreamed of you. He was completely in love with you, but he thought he didn’t have a chance with you, so he would go on dates to distract himself from you. And he told you about them, just to stress that he didn’t have feelings for you because he thought you didn’t love him back.

But you did. Oh god, you did love him. And Steve had fucked up. It made him sick to his stomach all of the untold hurt he had caused you the last couple of years. All at once, Steve was standing up, sending the chair he was sitting in a couple feet back, and running out the door of the back room. 

“Steve!” Dustin ran after him as he moved to run out the store doors, doing one last sweep to make sure no one else was in the store before he was throwing open the doors, Dustin rushing out after him. He quickly locked up and made his way to his car, all but throwing himself into the driver’s seat. He started it and slammed the gear shift in reverse, peeling out of the parking lot. 

“Steve!” Dustin watched as he drove way. “You’re shitting me!” Dustin yelled to no one, picking up his bike from the sidewalk where he had left it and hopping on, pedaling after Steve. 

You sat at the desk in your room, pencil between your teeth as you tried to remember the math formula needed to solve the problem in front of you. You smiled to yourself as it came to mind and scribbled down the formula, working on solving the equation. 

A series of heavy knocks came from your front door. You raised an eyebrow and waited for your mom to answer it. The knocking continued and finally your mother was shouting out for you to get the door. You huffed and stood, making your way to the door. You grew annoyed at the person behind the door as their knocking carried on. You opened the door and staring back at you was a distraught-looking Steve Harrington. 

“Steve?” You managed to get out, disoriented by his presence on your doorstep. You stepped outside, your sock clad feet meeting the concrete porch. It was the beginning of September so the nights were chilly. Goosebumps raised on your skin as the cold met you. “What’s wrong?” You took in his state. His hair looked disheveled, probably from his hands combing through it, his eyes were glistening with unshed tears, his eyebrows were drawn together, forming a worried crease in between them, and his hands were shaking at his sides. 

“I’m sorry.” Your mouth fell open as you just stared at him. What was he sorry about?

“Steve what? You have nothing to apologize–” His hand moved to grab yours, squeezing your fingers in his palm. 

“No, listen to me,” he said seriously, hand still clasped around your own. You snapped your mouth shut, staring at him with wide eyes. He was worrying you. “I-I didn’t know. And I’m such a dumbass for not knowing. God, you were practically handing it to me and I still didn’t notice.” He struggled to find the right words as he continued. You didn’t say anything, waiting for his explanation. 

“Dustin told me I was being an idiot and he’s right.” Everything clicked for you at that moment. The conversation you had with Dustin the night previous came to the front of your mind. Dustin had been furious, but you were sure he wouldn’t say anything. But apparently Dustin had told Steve everything; with the addition of some insults.

“Did he say that…” You trailed off, the words dying on your tongue. Your heart beat faster, nervously awaiting Steve’s next words. 

“You’re in love with me? More than once,” he finished for you, a small smile on his lips. You felt your face heat up and you were now wishing that the ground would open up and swallow you whole– even if that meant you ended up in the Upside Down. 

“Shit.” You breathed out, taking your hand out of Steve’s. He caught it before you could shove it into your pocket and held it like he had just a second ago. 

“And the reason I’m sorry is,” you could feel your heart shattering into a million pieces, ready for rejection. “Because I love you too.” You waited for your heart to splinter, but it never happened. Questions were to be asked, though. If he loved you, why hadn’t he said anything? Why had he been on a million dates if he loved you?

“Steve, you’ve been going on dates like every week. You can’t do that shit and then turn around and tell me you love me.” You pulled your hand away again and this time he let you. You were over the moon to hear that Steve loved you too, but he had some explaining to do. His behavior just wasn’t making sense to you. 

“I know and I’m sorry about that too. It was all a distraction from you. Because I have a brick for a brain and didn’t know that you felt the same way, so as a distraction I went on dates. I tried to forget about you–”

“Ouch, Harrington.” You interrupted, faking a wince. 

“And it was killing me that I couldn’t forget about you. None of those girls are you; I had to learn that the hard way. You, Y/N Henderson, are kind, intelligent, witty, funny, tough, generous, sincere, and beautiful. You’re impossibly beautiful. And no one else compares to you. They don’t even come close. I’m sorry.” The both of you stood there, staring at one another, the sounds of Indiana’s nature filling the silence. 

“Dustin was right; you are an idiot.” You blurted out before you could think twice about your words. Steve’s lips formed a thin line, warmth in his eyes accompanied by a knowing look. 

“Thanks, Henderson.” He laughed, rocking back on his heels. His brown eyes met yours and you smiled at him. Your gaze trailed down to his lips. “Can I kiss you?” You would’ve missed his words if you hadn’t been staring at his lips. You nodded, having nothing else to say and one of his hands came up to cradle the back of your head as you leaned forward. 

“You could’ve offered me a ride!” The two of you jumped apart as Dustin’s voice screeched behind Steve in the driveway. 

“Really, Henderson? You decide to appear right now?” Steve groaned as Dustin trudged over, out of breath. 

“Where did you just bike from?” You asked your brother. Sweat soaked the collar of his shirt and he bent over, hands resting on his knees. 

“Family Video! Rocks for brains,” Steve muttered a quick ‘not cool’, “didn’t offer me a ride!” Dustin punched Steve in the arm, glaring up at him. 

“To be fair, you did insult me multiple times!” Steve argued, punching Dustin back. You stood in front of the two, an unimpressed look on your face as you watched them bicker. 

“Dustin, get inside and shower.” You tugged on his arm, pulling him towards the door. He shot Steve one last dirty look before reaching for the door handle. “And thank you.” You smiled at him and ruffled his hair. He swatted your hand away, a smile on his face and walked inside. You turned back to Steve, a smile creeping its way onto your face. 

“So, Harrington, what do you say you come inside and we can finish what we started– without interruptions?” You raised an eyebrow as your hand found his, intertwining your fingers. 

“Sounds like a plan to me, baby.” He winked back at you, following you inside. 

[strange-dreams-are-made-of-these]

congratulations on 50 your writing is an absolute chefs kiss, can i request a fluff fic? Im a sucker for soft comforty strange 💤

Oh my goodness!! You are so kind! I hope you enjoy this.

No One Loves Like Ghosts

Word Count: 1,805

Summary: The reader and Stephen have a few things to get off their chests

Warnings: none? Fluffy comfort (grab the tissues)

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Doctor Strange, or any characters mentioned in this story

The light of the sun pierced through the curtains of 177A Bleecker Street, stirring the woman awake. Normally the alarm on her phone would wake her up, but she had turned her notifications off, enjoying a nice evening with her crime-solving partner and better half, Doctor Stephen Strange. She sat up in the bed, taking in a deep breath before looking over at him. He had still been sleeping, watching his chest rise and fall. She smiled looking at him feeling incredibly lucky to have him by her side. She broke through his walls to see who the real Stephen was, and he was just as she suspected he was.

She gently turned in the bed, placing her feet on the floor before standing up. Wong was in Kamar-Taj performing his higher duties, as he delicately called them. Y/n could only imagine what was considered higher duties, but the Sorcerer Supreme had to ensure Earth's safety from outside invaders and threats, she knew he was busy, which meant she could bother Stephen more. Grabbing his t-shirt from the floor, the woman pulled her hair from under the shirt, the hair bouncing off her back as it settled. It was still considered early, 7:30 am according to the grandfather clock in the corner of the room.

The woman left the room quietly, heading down the hallway towards the staircase. Her feet were covered by a pair of socks, making tiny thuds as she walked. She wanted to surprise Stephen with breakfast, one of the few things she got better at in adulthood. She wasn't Rachel Ray or Martha Stewart, but she could put a meal together in a pinch. The question was if it tasted good together. She had some blunders, remembering the time she burnt a chicken beyond repair, giving up and ordering a pizza for the three of them to eat. As embarrassing as it was to serve a pizza and toss the chicken away, it was still a funny memory to have. Stephen didn't let her live down the moment, watching as she pulled the chicken out of the oven as it was on fire. His quick thinking not only saved her skin from being burnt but made such a mess to clean up.

She could, however, make pancakes and eggs. Once in the kitchen, she grabbed everything she needed from the refrigerator and pantry. The eggs wouldn't take long to make, so she started on the pancakes first. Oddly enough, she hated breakfast when she was younger. It felt like a chore to eat in the mornings, feeling that eating that early would make her sick throughout the day. She got better over time, starting with apple or orange slices, then adding a piece of toast to the mix. Now she enjoyed breakfast foods, even in the afternoon and evening time.

Several minutes passed, and the pancake mixture had been sitting in a bowl next to the oven. The carton of eggs was next to them. She hummed to herself as she poured the first two pancakes into the pan, flipper in hand. She was still a little tired, so she had been caught off guard a little when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind. Once she felt his chest resting on her back and his chin resting on the top of her head, she settled. "Good morning, darling."

Stephen hummed a little. "Good morning, Hunny." He woke up a few minutes after she left their room. He was an early riser as well, and he didn't sleep well without her around. It was no wonder that he woke up after he finally detected her absence. "That's my t-shirt."

The woman laughed a little, flipping the pancakes in the pan. "Well, it looks like it's mine now." She leaned back in his embrace, soaking up all of the attention he gave her.

"Don't worry, I'll just collect it later," he spoke before placing a kiss on her head. He heard the music that was playing from the speaker on the counter opposite the pancake mix and eggs. "Together Forever, Rick Astley. 1987." He stated, feeling confident in his answer.

"The musical genius wins again." She replied before turning around in his arms. "You've won the game! Your prize is a dance or an equal sum of the cash value."

He looked down at Y/n, narrowing one eyebrow. "I'll take the money."

"Stephen!" She gasped, placing a hand on his chest. Since she took his t-shirt, he had been bare-chested, donning the sweatpants he wore the night before.

He winked at her, something he was good at in general, but he knew how to tease her. "If you didn't want me to take the money, then you shouldn't have offered it." He responded, his arms still wrapped around her frame.

The woman smirked, turning around to remove the pancakes from the pan, then set the pan on a different burner, turning the heat off. She couldn't have asked for a better morning. They didn't wake up to any type of commotion or destruction outside of their home. Life in New York City was as it should be; people going to work, children attending school, life working as it normally did. The two of them were able to breathe and get ready for their day ahead. If only it had been a Sunday morning, with rain falling.

Y/n laughed, listening as the song changed to Sunday Morning by Maroon 5. She covered her face as she laughed. This brought a bit of confusion to Stephen. "Is something funny?" He asked her, his hold loosening up on her.

The woman turned around, wrapping her arms around him. Her amusement was painted on her face. "I was just thinking about this song, actually. How I wish it was Sunday and raining outside, how I'd love to have a lazy morning in bed with you. Something that seems rare for us."

He shook his head, grinning before taking two steps back, bringing her with him. "Well, it is Thursday and sunny, but you know I would love to stay in with you for as long as I can." He took a half a turn, leading them in a small circle in the kitchen, a lazy waltz as he preferred to call it.

She looked up at him before pressing the side of her face to his chest. "We can always look forward to our next rainy Sunday morning." She responded before taking in a deep breath. She rolled her eyes, smelling the fresh cologne he put on before walking down the stairs to find her. "God, why do you always smell so good?"

Stephen chuckled as he spun them around. "Because basic hygiene is quite literally life-saving?" He asked in response to her question, which he found adorable. Voicing the amount of adorable it was, he could never admit it. "I could ask you the same thing."

She turned her head to look up at him. "Because I am very particular about my scents." The woman had surrounded herself with the scent or rose water. There was a greenhouse on the roof where she had a rosebush she had been caring for over two years now. Her perfume was a mix of roses and ivys, and her bath wash was from the same company and line as her perfume.

The two of them danced around in the kitchen, listening to the music that was playing from the speaker. Stephen knew he needed to be ready for anything that could come their way, but he wanted to enjoy the time he had with Y/n. He was learning from his past, and pushing through his stubbornness to go through life without having an attachment to another person. The thought of having somebody need him scared him, what if said person found another person to need more than him? What if he couldn't protect him?

His facial expressions soften up a little, the woman noticing this. "Stephen," she started. "What going on? What's on your brain?"

She knew him well, this he knew. "I can't help feeling that one day.. you're going to want to be with somebody else. Someone who is better than me." He admitted, feeling a crushing weight in his chest. "I can't help but to think what we would be today if I never went to Kamar-Taj. What if I never had my accident? Who we would be if I was still Dr. Strange, M.D and P.H.D."

The woman's eyes softened a little, moving one hand to cup his face, a gesture he melted into. "I don't know what we would be had we never met. I often think about if you would have ever noticed me if you were still a surgeon." She told him before he opened his eyes again, looking into her eyes. "I feel like what matters the most is that we have each other. I have never had the type of relationship I have with you before. Nobody has made me feel the way you make me feel. I would rather die millions of painful deaths knowing I love you with every fiber of my being than give you up for anybody else."

He didn't know how to feel, her words were a heavy confession. It made him stop in his tracks as he continued to hold her in his arms. Nobody had ever admitted their love for him in such a way before. How could she love him in such a way? He was arrogant, and ambitious, and had to be the best at everything. "How do you know you feel that way?" He asked her, his voice a few octaves above a whisper.

She smiled at him, her top lip quivering slightly. "Because I've never had to ask myself once if this relationship was going to end badly. I've never had to worry about if you cared about me because I know you do." She told him, feeling warm within her soul. "I've seen you when we have been out. I have seen the look in your eyes when you look at me, and it's everything to me."

Stephen couldn't help himself. He brought her body in closer to his, hugging her tightly to him. She reached up, her head resting on his shoulders. "Please, don't leave me, Y/n. I love you more than you could imagine."

The woman felt a mix of emotions well up in her. She was so thrilled, so caught off guard by his confession, she was so in love with him. Nothing else mattered to her. Only Stephen. "I love you, Stephen Strange. I loved you yesterday, I love you today, I'll love you tomorrow, and I'll continue to love you until the end of time. Even after the end of time."

[h2bakugou]

requests are open ahhh!!!! uhm, can i get a bakugou x reader where his s/o brings all the stray cats she finds outside and when they were too many of them he wanted to tell her to stop bringing in more strays but she uses her puppy eyes on him to convince him. you can choose whether to use hcs or scenarios! 🥰

a/n: of course!! this is super cute omg wait- please i have so many pets, 4 doggies, 2 kitties, my sister owns a fish, we also have 2 chickens, pets are just so cute i love them!! please i love bakugou and pet headcanons mostly bc i think im a sucker for like domestic baku fluff; also pro hero au again so they can live together <3

pro hero au!! all characters aged up 18+

headcanon: them reacting to their s/o bringing home stray cats

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: fluff, swearing

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katsuki bakugou

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It was just something that had happened on a rainy day while you were coming home from the grocery store. You spotted a bundle of white, orange, and black fur cuddled up under a potted plant on your doorstep.

Your reusable grocery bags hit the floor under the awning covering your front door and you knelt down, slowly app-roaching the bundle of fur.

It’s fluffy head popped up and stared at you. It was small, maybe just about a year old. You let the young cat come to your hand, sniffing the tips of your extended fingers before rubbing its head against the palm of your hand. You began to stroke its fur delicately, searching for a collar. When there was none in sight, you agreed you’d let it inside and let it get warm, feed it and then see if there were any missing cat posters hanging around, all when it stopped raining of course.

That’s how you came to own Muffin, the first of many strays you adopted off of the streets around your home.

Bakugou loved you. And he did love all the kitties too. He didn’t love when his spot in the bed beside you was taken up by five cats. Yes five. And the number grew almost every week.

“Babe have you seen my-socks!” Bakugou glanced down as he was asking his question, watching as two adopted strays, Peanut and Hime, played with his socks on the ground.

“Give me those.” Bakugou sighed, squatting down as he petted their heads, smiling to himself as he took a moment with them.

“Oh you found them.” You smiled, holding two pairs of his costume socks. Bakugou stood back up and bit his bottom lip.

He really did love you, and he loved the cats, but there were so many. Not that he didn’t make enough to cover them, or that you did either, but he was beginning to think that maybe there were too many. 

“Do you think we could have a talk later?” Bakugou asked quietly. You nodded and glanced down at his leg as Peanut nuzzled his head against Bakugou’s lower calf.

“Alright, I love you.” Bakugou pulled you into his arms, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head and then pressing one to your lips.

You made your way into the kitchen and began preparing food for all the cats, making sure their water bowl was filled.

While Bakugou was off at work, you had the day off. You went out to the store, grabbing some new toys and some more food, running a few errands, and treating yourself to some much needed self-care.

When you arrived back home, you were bringing in groceries when you noticed a tubby orange tabby cat perched near your mailbox. Smiling, you paused and grabbed the fresh bag of treats you’d bought, pulling out two you approached the kitty.

Allowing it to sniff your fingers and get accustomed to you before petting it, you offered it a treat. It purred as it licked the tips of your fingers that held the treat as you offered it another one. Rubbing it’s head against your hand after the treats, you petted it’s soft fur, examining for a collar. Much like the rest, it didn’t have one. 

it hopped down from the brick of your mailbox and strutted around your legs, following as you carried the groceries inside.

The rest of your cats met you by the door as you shut it carefully behind you, the new orange tabby sniffing around and meeting the others.

At first it was hesitant, cowering by the door until Hime approached it slowly, sniffing and showing that she was friendly.

Once the orange tabby was sure it wasn’t in any danger, it began to purr as Muffin, Peanut, Luna, and Sassy joined Hime in welcoming the new kitty.

You fixed up a small bowl of food and allowed the orange tabby to wander over, examining it’s new surroundings.

“I didn’t see any new posters out today, I’ll have to look around later.” You stroked the fur on it’s back softly while it ate before stepping away to put all your groceries away.

When Bakugou returned home, you were sound asleep on the couch, all of the kitties save for Sassy sound asleep scattered around you. Including a new orange tabby.

Bakugou pulled his boots off by the door and sighed, smiling as he stared at you. You looked so contempt and so happy. 

The new orange tabby perked it’s head up in Bakugou’s direction, clearly interested in the new person that stood by the door. It hopped down from laying over your chest and sauntered over to Bakugou, sniffing his sock clad feet, it lifted it’s head up to look at Bakugou.

“And who might you be?” Bakugou knelt down and stroked it’s head, glancing back over at you, still sleeping on the couch.

The tabby jumped up onto Bakugou’s shoulder, a quiet hiss left Bakugou’s mouth not expecting it. Wobbling and carefully standing back upright, the kitty stayed put on his shoulder, acting more like a parrot than a cat.

“O-oh welcome home!” You said softly as you woke up. Giggling as your tired eyes fell upon the new sight.

“Another one?” Bakugou said quietly. You nodded.

“I couldn’t find any missing posters around town, and no ads online for one in any surrounding areas. He was by the mailbox when I got home.” 

Bakugou nodded and glanced around at all the other kitties you’d given a lovely home to. You were so kind-hearted. Opening your arms and your home to stray cats. Bakugou would bet everything he had that you’d adopt every stray in the world if you could.

You stood up and walked over to Bakugou, giving him a tight hug followed by a tender kiss.

“I missed you, when’s your next off day?” You asked, wanting to spend more time with your boyfriend.

“Next week I think. Look we need to talk about the strays I-” Bakugou glanced down at the cats and then back to you. As he mentioned strays, your eyes glossed over.

“I’m sorry, I just I wanna give them good homes-”

“Hey hey, don’t cry, please don’t cry.” Bakugou’s heart ached in his chest as he quickly pulled his gloves off with his teeth, tossing them to the ground as his large hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs brushing away your tears.

“I was worried but I know they mean a lot to you. I’m sorry.” Bakugou kissed your forehead. You had the cutest puppy-dog eyes, staring up at him with a small smile.

“I know we have so many, it can be overwhelming, I’ll look into good homes for any new ones I see.” You agree to look into good homes for some future strays.

“Does the parrot have a name?” Bakugou asks, nodding up to the tabby still perched on his shoulder.

“Why don’t you name this one? He seems to like you.” You kiss the back of Bakugou’s hand and giggle.

“All Might.” Bakugou said quietly.

“All Might?” You giggled again, reaching up to poke Bakugou’s nose.

“Shut up!” Bakugou huffed, reaching up to pull the kitty down into his hands.

“All Might it is.” You stroked the kitty’s head as he rested in Bakugou’s arms.

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[keelywolfe]

FIC: Tarnished Knights (one-shot)

Summary: Edge isn't really interested in reading whatever books Stretch seemed to think he needs. He has enough problems trying to read their relationship.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Complicated Relationships, Flirtation, Budding Love, Idiots in Love

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~~*~~

“hey, edgelord, i found some books for you.”

Edge did not look up from the papers he had spread across the table. He was designing a new puzzle trap and hardly needed any distractions. Not that he shouldn’t have been expecting one. These days Stretch came over often when he knew Edge would be home from patrol, despite Edge’s discomfort at having him in Underfell. So long as he stayed inside the house, there should be no issues, but there was always a prickle of unease when he appeared, a brief moment where Edge resisted the urge to send him home to the safety of Underswap. Then he would remember why Stretch was visiting and that urge would vanish, tucked beneath a more visceral, and pleasurable, one.

Red tended to make himself scarce when Stretch was on a solo visit and while Edge didn’t care for him spending extra time at Grillby’s, he also didn’t blame him for his desertion. Stretch’s normal lazy behavior tended to vanish when it came to bedroom activities and instead were best described as both enthusiastic and loud.

Better that Red left, otherwise Edge might well be treated to another of his brother’s morning score reviews and the less he heard Red say things like ‘wails like a cat stuck in a beat-up aluminum trashcan at the end of an alley in downtown san francisco. gotta give ‘im 6 out of 10’, the better.

Stretch hadn’t asked before coming over, sending a text only moments before popping in as he often did. Ignoring him was always an exercise in futility, for a variety of reasons, but Edge tried. There was something to be said for anticipation, something delightful, and he intended to keep Stretch waiting as long as he could manage.

Despite his efforts, distraction still came in the form of a rumpled paper sack dropped down on table, right on top of his plans. Edge growled impatiently and shoved the bag out of his way, glaring up at his…well, that was a discussion for another day. His semi-clone from another universe would do for now, and said clone was smirking down at him with the stick of a lollipop poking out from between his teeth. Smoking in the house was verboten for both Edge and Blue, and so Stretch often found alternate means of keeping his mouth busy.

Both the innuendo in that and the sight of his tongue curling around the candy behind his teeth threatened another mental derailment and Edge hastily turned his attention to the bag at hand.

“I don’t need any books.”

Stretch made a scoffing sound and plopped down on the sofa with his legs sprawling apart, since sitting properly would have been reasonable and efficient, and Stretch was neither. “everybody needs books. books are the keys to the imagination and, buddy, you need to unlock a door.”

“There is nothing wrong with my imagination and I don’t need any more books,” Edge said. “I have my puzzle books.” And a tattered copy of ‘Peekaboo With Fluffy Bunny’ hidden away where prying eyes would not easily find it.

“oh, yeah, riveting,” Stretch snorted. He unwrapped another sucker and popped it into his mouth, the candy clacking against his teeth as he rolled it to one side. “that’ll get the ol’ imagination roaring like lions on your mind savannah.”

“I beg your pardon, are you suggesting your copy of the ‘Principles of Quantum Mechanics’ stimulates your imagination?”

“yeah, actually, but i also have a copy of this just in case that doesn’t do the trick.” He sat up and rummaged through the bag, yanked out a book to shove directly into Edge’s face. “it works some pretty good magic once you get into it.”

He leaned back enough to focus on the cover, “The Once and Future King,” Edge read aloud without enthusiasm. His experiences with kings were not something he wanted to repeat in his leisure time.

“yeah, yeah, i can feel your doubt. c’mon, you’ll like it, just give it a try. for me?” Stretch wheedled. He batted his sockets and despite the lack of eyelashes, it was not entirely ineffective.

If Edge’s interest in the book was middling, his interest in Stretch was not, lacking definition but not depth. Still, it didn’t pay to give in too easily, especially when it was someone else acquiring the debt.

“What do I get if I do?” Edge countered. From the way Stretch’s smirk widened, his sockets sinking down to hood his eye lights, he’d chosen well.

“well, all that book-learnin’ gave me a hell of an imagination.” Stretch pulled the half-eaten sucker out of his mouth and tossed it carelessly into the nearby trash bin without so much as looking at it. With the sly grace he so rarely showed, he pushed Edge back against the sofa and straddled his lap, tongue gliding over his teeth as he murmured, “bet i can think of something.”

The taste of his magic was sweeter than the candy, and coupled with that kiss, it was headily addictive. Edge forgot entirely about puzzles and kings and books, lying back and letting Stretch’s imagination sweep them away.

~~*~~

Much later that night, Stretch was curled up sleeping next to him and it was a good thing that once he was asleep, he tended to stay that way no matter what. Normally the tendency was (terrifying) annoying. He’d never have survived his childhood in Underfell.

Tonight, Edge found he was grateful for it because despite the unforeseen exercise of the past few hours, he found himself restless and unable to sleep. Normally he might get up and clean, a deep scrub of the bathroom tiles made for an excellent mindless chore, but Stretch staying over was a rare occurrence and he wanted to stay close by. If he woke and found himself alone, he might think himself unwelcome and that would go against Edge’s very much unspoken wish that he stay over more often rather than shambling off after sex with a faint limp and a laconic smile.

Asking for such a thing was more likely to get Stretch sprinting back to Underswap than wish fulfillment, so Edge said nothing and quietly hoped actions spoke louder than words, at least enough to either get through Stretch’s thick, brilliant skull or beneath his prickly, non-existent skin.

But none of that helped tonight. Sleep lingered out of reach and Edge rolled over again, sighing to himself as he stared out into his bedroom.

Artificial light streamed in through his barred window and landed on his desk, illuminating the contents. He’d tidied up the living room before they’d gone upstairs to finish what was started on the sofa —leaving any mess only gave Red leverage for maddening sock placement— and the bag of books was sitting on his desk, set there by Stretch as evidenced by its haphazard placement. It had fallen over and books were spilling out from the top.

Since getting up was out of the question, Edge reached out with his magic, clumsily using two bones like an oversized pair of chopsticks to grasp the book like a grain of rice. He made a mental note to work on that particular exercise again, who knew when it might come in handy, as he flicked on the small lamp on the bedside table. He’d try a page or two, if only to make Stretch happy, and then claim his reward for the attempt.

He opened the first page, already unimpressed with the first nonsensical sentence, and wondering why Stretch thought he would find this interesting. He hoped whatever reward he received for the attempt would be worth it.

Some hours later, his spine ached from hunching over the book that was gripped so tightly in his hands the pages occasionally threatened to tear. His eye sockets felt dry and gritty as he greedily scoured the last page and at the end, he stared at the final words, hardly able to believe there was no more. His mind was still awhirl with thoughts of knights and wizards, a fallible king who was worthy of following and yet still betrayed, honor earned and lost by those who were rich in virtue and brought down by their foibles.

“you liked it, huh.”

Edge startled, the book falling from his hands, and jerked around to see Stretch was watching him. He was still curled around the pillow, sunk into its soft depths with only one eye light visible from within a barely opened socket. Normally, that drowsy, inviting warmth was a temptation in itself, but this morning Edge’s thoughts were in turmoil.

Underfell was home, whether or not the people here wanted him, they certainly needed him, a tarnished knight to fight their battles, and here he would stay, stubbornly some (everyone) said, but weren’t there times he wished to escape it, if only briefly? Traveling to the other universes for a meal or for company, a chance to go somewhere else, be someone else, not the Great and Terrible Papyrus, but Edge, who was neither great nor terrible, and somehow still appreciated for it.

It never occurred to him he could leave without even stepping through his front door and bring his adventure back with him when he returned.

“Yes,” Edge admitted. “I did."

“yeah, i liked that one, too,” Stretch rolled onto his back, stretching out his long limbs beneath the blankets and letting out a satisfied groan as joints popped, “figured you might dig in.”

“Is that why you brought it?” Edge asked, curiously, “did you wonder if I would like it because you did?” When they’d first met the others, there had been some experimenting to determine the differences not only in their worlds, but in each other, down to their taste in condiments. That had dwindled off as they’d gotten to know each other, but he wouldn’t be surprised to learn Stretch still want to test a few theories.

Instead of agreeing, Stretch pushed up on an elbow in automatic protest, “no! i just—” That burst trailed off and he sank back down to the mattress, his face twisting in complex emotions.

Edge said nothing, only waited without demanding an answer. He wasn’t particularly skilled at reading others and worse when it came to Stretch, but he was slowly learning. If he didn’t press, there was a chance Stretch would give him an honest answer rather than a pun or some other deflection. It said less about himself and more Stretch’s issues when it came to any kind of emotional intimacy, but he still found himself holding his breath, almost superstitiously afraid of frightening him off.

Finally, Stretch shrugged, a certain forced carelessness in the roll of his shoulders. “i just wanted to give you something you’d like.” Then, a little softer, like a confession, “you deserve nice things.”

Edge glanced at the paper bag still sitting on his desk. He wouldn’t be able to stay up reading every night, only ones where the restlessness refused to abate, but that happened often enough and there were plenty of books still inside, more worlds to explore and adventures to be had.

Meanwhile, Stretch had been busily shoring up his defenses while Edge was distracted. His expression was closed off, set in the lines of his normal carefree easiness as he sat up, yawning deliberately. “seriously, edgelord, it’s only a damn book, don’t read too much into it. heh. anyway, i should head home so you can go on patrol.”

He should, time was creeping into late morning. Red was probably already napping at his sentry station. There was no reason for him to lean in and press his mouth to the tempting curve at the back of Stretch’s skull where it met his spine, except for the fact that he knew Stretch was sensitive there and always shivered at the lightest touch. He did now, a quiver rattling through his bones as he ducked his head to allow better access, a little groan catching in his throat.

“or not,” Stretch sighed out. He sank willingly back to the mattress with Edge following him down. His hands settled lightly on Edge’s back, fingertips drifting delicately against the scar-hewn bones with renewed promise.

At the cusp of giving in to temptation, Edge thought briefly of Arthur and Lancelot and Guinevere, their successes and mistakes, endings and the hope of new beginnings. Then he set those thoughts aside. As rich as that fantasy was, there was something to be said for reality and as he drew Stretch into his arms, Edge was content with his own.

For now.

-finis-

[sunnydaisy1]

Flights Delayed

SAM WILSON X READER

A/N: why is this not my life??? I love Sam and this beautiful human being who sent in this request. I loved it and couldn’t wait to post this piece. Hope you like it :)

REQUEST: I saw your call for Sam Wilson requests on your arts and crafts fic, which was excellent by the way, and I thought I might send one in! How about reader as an avenger who either can’t make it home for Christmas, or doesn’t have a home to go to. And Sam stays with them at the compound and they stay up watching Christmas movies, until reader falls asleep on his shoulder. I’m a sucker for some Christmas fluff! ❣️🎄🎁 - Anon

You thanked Happy as you climbed out the car, pulling out your suitcase and shutting the door. You giddely walked towards the airport entrance, finding the right area for Terminal 2. This Christmas you were staying with your family for the first time in 2 years. You couldn't wait to arrive home and feel the familiar comfort of your childhood home and forget about the stress and panic of the world for a few days. Soon, you found the waiting area for flight 227 and sat down amongst many awaiting adults, eager to go home to see their families. You checked the flight board, smiling at the green notices saying all flights were on time and that yours left in 35 minutes. Pulling out your phone from your puffer jacket, you noticed that you had a notification from the groupchat you shared with Nat, Sam, Steve and Bucky called SPYKIDS. Sam: hope your flight is good y/n, have a nice christmas x Steve: gonna miss you at the compound :) Nat: enjoy the break lovely xx Bucky: Sam is waiting for you to reply Y/N i can see him checking his phone every 30 seconds. Sam: am not Steve: liar Sam: shut up Bucky: dont be rude sammy Sam: I hate it when you call me that and you know it 😑 Nat: not when y/n says it you don't Steve: ....exposed ☕ Sam: wish id never said anything now 🤦‍ Nat: hehe You chuckled and sent back a text Y/N: thanks guys haha, have a lovely christmas sammy x You clicked on spotify and opened some music up, putting in your headphones to pass the time. Around 10 minutes later you noticed a lot of people were starting to talk louder and there was a bit of commotion. You turned round to see where everyone was looking and your heart dropped. Snow. It was fricking snowing outside. Normally you would have been ecstatic at the sight of snow at Christmas, but right now it only meant one thing. Delayed flights. You glanced up at the flight board and saw only one flight had been delayed. Crossing your fingers and praying to any power there may be, you sat down in your chair and searched the weather on your phone. Just 10 minutes later, the airport was chaos central. Almost all flights had been delayed and the frustration of tired people was rising. You had been flicking between the glass windows which looked out over the runways and showed you the increasing precipitation to the flight board. Your flight hadn't been classified as delayed yet and you could sense everyone around you was waiting with baited breath at whether it would change to delayed. You shifted in your seat and watched with utter sadness and irritation as the letters next to your flight number switched to state DELAYED. You groaned alongside the other awaiting passengers, just hoping for a miracle so the snow would clear up soon. This frustration unfortunately didn't fade away and as the minutes passed by, you felt a christmas surrounded by family slowly drifiting away. The snow was falling heavier now and you dreaded looking at the flight board, knowing the glaring orange letters would not ease the tension in the atmosphere. You glanced down at your phone, seeing it had been over an hour since your flight was meant to have left. A sudden speaker crackled and everyone looked up in hope, "We thank everyone for waiting patiently for information on their flights. Unfortunately, the snow has not cleared and the runways are becoming increasingly dangerous. It is expected that their condition will not improve so we must regrettably inform you that all flights scheduled for today have been cancelled. Our staff will be happy to help you find temporary accommodation and we will continue to update you on flight statuses. Thankyou." At once, the airport exploded into an uproar and angry passengers stormed towards the information desks. Your heart sunk as the flight board wiped out to display all cancellations. How were you meant to arrive home in time for Christmas now? You didn't want to spend christmas eve at an airport. Tears threatened to fall from your blurry eyes as your perfect christmas slipped away. You sniffled a little and unlocked your phone, deciding that texting your mum was best. You explained the situation and you got an instant reply, stating she was incredibly sorry and that they would all miss you tomorrow. You arranged with her to fly home on the 27th so you could still spend some of the holiday with your family. Sitting back in your seat, you looked around at the mania of tired passengers and wondered what you were going to do now. You had no clue if anyone was even staying at the compound over Christmas. Racking your brain for someone to call, you decided Tony would be the best as he would know everyone's wearabouts. He picked up after the second ring: 'Hey kid, everything okay?' he asked, concern in his voice. 'Urh no not really, all flights today have been cancelled and I don't know where to go.' You replied, trying not to burst into tears. 'Oh Y/N im so sorry. I can get someone to pick you up and drive you to ours if you want, I'm sure Morgan and Pepper would love to spend Christmas with you.' You sighed at Tony's kindness but the least you wanted to do was intrude on their private time and plus, the drive would take at least 8 hours in this weather now. 'That's really sweet but the roads are jammed Tony. Is anyone staying at the compound?' 'Yeah, Sam is currently there now and Steve and Bucky are going over tomorrow.' Tony replied and you sighed in relief. 'Okay thanks, I think I'll stay there with them.' 'Okay kiddo, call me if there's anything you need.' 'Will do, merry christmas Tony." "Merry Christmas y/n." You hung up on Tony and searched for Sam's contact, clicking on it and hearing it ring a few times before his gravelly voice came through. "Y/N i thought your flight had left?" He asked and you rubbed your forehead, a headache weeding itself into your brain, "Uh no, all flights have been cancelled because of the snow." At once, you heard Sam get up and his voice fill with concern, "Love I'm so sorry, I'm coming to pick you up now." You nod and sniffle, "Okay, thanks Sammy." "No worries, I'll be there as soon as I can."He replied. You picked your stuff up, heading for the terminal exit to wait in the pick up area. You sunk down into one of the padded seats, closing your eyes and leaning back against the wall. God you hoped Sam would arrive soon. Sam walked into the pick up waiting room, scanning the huge crowd for your familiar body. He weaved in and out of people until he spotted your defeated frame, slumped in a chair. His heart sunk at your sniffling and tear-stained cheeks. "Oh love I'm here." He said as he squatted down in front of you. You opened your eyes to see his face, brows furrowed. "Sorry for being a pain." Your hoarse voice croaked out. "Nonsense. Let's get you home." Sam replied, wrapping an arm around you and carrying your bag and suitcase despite your attempts to stop him. You shivered as you exited the building into the nipping air and Sam pulled you closer, heart breaking at your shivering form. He took you over to the car and opened the passenger side, letting you slide in before shutting it and placing your luggage in the back. He climbed into the drivers side and turned the engine on, wanting nothing more than to pull you into his lap and hug you whilst you cried. But, that would cross over the boundary that clearly defined your relationship as 'Just Friends' so he had to make do with holding your hand across the console. After a while, you stopped crying and your body had relaxed into the warmth of the car, easing your throbbing head. You softly spoke to Sam, "Thankyou for coming to get me, I know this isn't how you wanted to spend your Christmas Eve." Sam chuckled and rubbed his thumb over your hand, "Its alright love, driving home a snotty girl definitely wins over watching another of Steve's movies." You laughed slightly, greatful for Sam's attempts to cheer you up. Sam beamed as he glanced at you, "how does me and you and some Christmas movies with a shit ton of food sound to cheer you up?" You smiled and looked at Sam, "that sounds lovely." When you had arrived back at the compound, Sam had told you to go and get showered and change into comfy pyjamas whilst he got some food ready and you couldn't muster the strength to disagree when that sounded perfect. You walked into your room, freshly clad in a pair of warm joggers and an oversized tshirt, feeling a lot more relaxed about the situation, knowing a Christmas spent with 3 of your favourite people would be amazing and that you would see your family very soon. Sam knocked on your door when you were finding a pair of fluffy socks, one of his hoodies in hand. "Thought you might want one of these, I know you steal my hoodies when you think I'm not looking." You felt heat rise to your face, embarassed but taking the hoodie none the less, knowing the cozy fabric and relaxing smell would calm you. "Thanks." You replied, making Sam grin. "Foods ready, where did you want to have it?" He asked, watching you tug the hoodie on. "Oh uh if you don't mind my bed is looking really inviting right now." You replied, tugging on the ends of the hoodie's arms. "Sure thing." Sam winked at you before walking in the direction of the kitchen. Your heart fluttered at the gesture and you shook the thoughts out of your head as you scooted under your bed covers and sat up against one side of the headboard. Not 5 minutes later, Sam returned, quesadillas and popcorn in hand, grinning at your swamped form in the bed. "Oh you're a godsend." You said as he handed you a plate of your favourite food. Sam chuckled and placed the popcorn on the bedside table. "Do you still want me to join you or do you want to be left alone?" He asked considerately and your stomach jumped at how sweet he could be. "No there's room for you, scoot over here Sammy." He grinned and clambered in bed next to you, his own plate of quesadillas resting on the duvet covering his lap. "So what will it be Elf or the Holiday?" You asked Sam, mouth already full of cheesy goodness. "I don't mind." He said, watching you with so much adoration on his face that if Bucky or Nat had seen him they would have shipped him off to a deserted island so they didn't throw up at the sickening love radiating off him. "the Holiday it will be then. I'm in the mood for some Jude Law." You giggled, taking another bite of quesadilla and grinning at Sam. You continued to watch the movie together, finishing your food and somehow migrating towards each other while sharing popcorn, both of you excusing it as needing to be closer to share the bowl. You were gradually growing more tired, struggling to keep your eyes open as the rollercoaster of emotions you had experienced today had wiped the energy out of you. Sam tensed when he felt your head rest on his shoulder but relaxed when he saw your dozey gaze watching the TV. His body filled with warmth at this moment you were sharing and he dared to put an arm around you, pulling you closer to him so your head was now resting on his chest. He feared he had overstepped the boundary but you made no complaint and placed your hand beside your head on his chest. A small smile flickered across your face as you snuggled into Sam, his warmth washing over you and making you even more tired. Sam watched the credits for the movie roll out and was about to speak to you when he noticed your eyes were closed and your breathing had regulated out. His heart flipped at your sleeping form and he brushed the hair out of your face, turning the TV off and moving to get up. Your hand tightened on his sweatshirt though and a soft grumble came from you, "Dont leave." You mumbled, holding onto Sam. He nodded and scooched down in the bed so you were both comfortably laying down, "Night love." He said, stroking your back soothingly, "Night Sammy." You whispered, falling back asleep. You woke up, surprisingly warm and went to stretch when you felt a hard object in your bed. Your eyelids flickered open to reveal a softly sleeping Sam sprawled out onto your bed, your legs entangled. He looked so peaceful asleep, the creases that often littered his face due to worry smoothed out and leaving him looking even more heavenly. You smiled and went to get up, suddenly feeling an arm tighten around your waist and pull you towards Sam. "Where do you think you're going love?" He murmered, voice deep and laced with sleep. Your heart pounded and you looked at Sam who still hadn't bothered to open his eyes. "It's Christmas morning Sammy." You said, laying with his arm draped over your stomach. "Exactly- Buck and Steve won't arrive for another 3 hours yet so we can cuddle for longer." Sam replied, eyes opening to look at you, a smile cheekily spreading onto his face. "What-no-" You started, not understanding Sam's reasoning at all. He closed his eyes and tightened his grip on you, moving so he was closer to you as he was lying on his front. "Just shut up and cuddle me." He said, smirking as he already nuzzled into your side more. You gave up, knowing you really didn't want to pass up the free offer to cuddle your favourite avenger for a bit longer. Maybe Christmas without your family wouldn't be so bad after all.

[professional-benaddict]

im not comfortable with the other things either, but maybe some starkerstrange christmas cookie making, or maybe even just christmas decorating and i mean, it doesnt have to be ddlb, but like - 😂💓

Imma make it ddlb bc Im a sucker for that😭😭

Daddies Tony and Stephen, 18+ Peter, ageplay, xmas preparations

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”Hey, Pete. Stephen and I have been thinking about something.” Tony started while all three were having breakfast together. Peter lifted his head from his cereal bowl, his eyebrows slightly raised in a questioning look at Tony and Stephen who were leaning against the counter, each with a coffee cup in hand.

”What if we spent Christmas this year in Daddy and Little space?” Stephen suggested with a small smile. Both Tony and Stephen looked very eager, but tried to hold it back as they never wanted to pressure their boy into anything he didn’t want to. However, Peter didn’t feel pressured at all, but instead grinned widely at his two older boyfriends.

”I would like that, yeah.” Peter answered, a little shyly. He had a tendency to get embarrassed about this coping mechanism of his, even though Stephen and Tony assured him constantly that there was nothing to be embarrassed about. ”I would love it, actually.” The boy specified, his cheeks now blushing prettily and both Stephen and Tony grinned widely.

So, on Christmas Eve morning, Peter padded down to the living room in his pyjamas to watch some cartoons. Half an hour passed and slowly, but surely the boy felt himself relax and his thumb getting closer and closer to his mouth. By the time Stephen and Tony got up as well and greeted Peter, the boy was sucking on his thumb in a steady and soothing rhythm.

”Morning, baby boy. Did you sleep well?” Stephen asked with a small smile and that was all it took for Peter to settle into his little mindset, nodding eagerly at his Daddy and Papa.

”Yeah! I had a dream about Santa!” The boy exclaimed, climbing off the sofa to give his Daddies a good morning hug.

”Did you now, huh?” Tony asked, kissing the little one’s messy curls. ”You wanna tell us about it while we make breakfast?”

The rest of the day went smoothly, with Stephen and Tony prepping all kinds of foods for the evening and some for the following morning. They had decided that this year it would be just the three of them, however they were meeting people in the afternoon and evening on Christmas day. For now, it was just little Peter and his two Daddies.

”Ah-ah! No taste testing. You sneaky little thing.” Stephen laughed, trying his hardest to be stern and send the little boy away from the kitchen counter where he had stolen some icing.

”Mm…” Peter hummed, licking his finger clean with a mischievous smile on his face. The doctor sighed and couldn’t help but smile at the adorable sight of Peter in his red Christmas sweater which said ‘Santa’s baby’. His pants were a dark shade of green and on his feet the boy had fluffy socks.

”Why don’t you go see where Papa is? The kitchen is no place for little boys right now. I don’t want you cutting your pretty little fingers. Again.” Stephen suggested and lead the boy out of the kitchen and gave him a kiss on the cheek before returning to the cooking and preparations. Peter pouted at the turn of events for a moment. He had just wanted to help his Daddy, but the bowl of freshly mixed icing looked so good that he just had to try it. Distracted with his new mission, the boy began searching for his Papa.

”Papa!” Peter shouted, padding around their sizeable mansion home. Usually, the house was neat and clean looking, with minimalistic furniture and decorations. However, now with all the Christmas decorations, it felt a lot cozier with all the rooms cast in a soft and warm light, all the ornaments and decorations glittering prettily.

”Here, baby boy.” Tony answered as he walked down the hall with a large cardboard box in his hands. ”What’s the matter?” The mechanic asked and set the box aside. At the top of the box, there was a piece of tape which read ‘Xmas’.

”Nothin’, Papa. Or there’s something.” Peter said and gestured for Tony to lean over so he could whisper in his ear, cupping his small hands for extra secrecy. ”Daddy’s being a meanie. I don’t think Santa will give him the watch he wished for.” The boy whispered and Tony snorted, pulling his boy close in a side way hug. The mentioned watch was hidden the workshop, neatly wrapped by Tony in silver wrapping paper and with a red bow on top. He and Peter had picked it out together for Stephen.

”Why’s Daddy being a meanie?” Tony asked the boy.

”He won’t let me help in the kitchen!” Peter pouted.

”I don’t think that makes Daddy a meanie, though, but actually the opposite. I think he just wanted to spare your fingers, yeah?”

Peter blushed at that, nodding shyly.

”What you can do though, Pete, is help me put up these last Christmas decorations.” The mechanic suggested and Peter perked up at this, squatting down next to the box and opening it. ”Be careful then, baby. Some of them are fragile. You know where to put everything, right?”

”Yes, Daddy. Don’t worry!” Peter giggled, already dashing off with his arms full of glittering reindeer and little Santas.

Chuckling to himself, Tony headed to the kitchen to help his boyfriend and found him humming ’Little Drummer Boy’ along with Sinatra along the speakers as he chopped up carrots and potatoes. Sneaking up behind him, Tony planted a kiss on Stephen’s neck, causing the cook to jump a little.

”Need any help?” Tony asked, wrapping his arms around Stephen to hug him from behind.

”Not really. I am almost done with everything now. What’s Peter doing? He didn’t look too happy when I sent him off.” Stephen chuckled, craning his neck to kiss Tony on his temple.

”No, he didn’t, so I told him to put up the last of the decorations. That will keep him busy for a while.”

Just as Sinatra’s silky voice came to an end with the song, there was the sound of shattering glass from the living room, followed by a soft voice.

”Papa? Daddy?”

With a chuckle and sigh, both Tony and Stephen went to head to the living room to tend to their boy and whatever mess he had made. Christmas in Daddy and Little space would be something to remember for all three.

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Happy holidays babes✨

[r3nton]

i was tagged by @posthumouspunk go follow them everyonnne  ♡

Favourite song to sing/hum?

i sing along to fucking everything (when im alone) but i actually like dance and make motions like im playing along to the music more often, especially when im walking around and listening to my tunes on my headphones. atm i do that a lot to the wall especially in the happiest days of our lives when it gets all spicy just before it transitions into another brick in the wall pt. 2

Favourite flower/tree/plant?

roses because im uhhhh.. how do you say.... a hopeless romantic

Favourite colours?

pink! and yellow because it’s a happy colour

What do you always doodle?

i usually try to doodle movie characters or people i know. but like as sketchy cartoons

How do you take your coffee/tea?

i only like iced coffee, and i like it Very weak. i drink tea all the time, im british so what can you do? i drink it with unsweetened soya or sometimes without milk if im feeling fat

Favourite candle scent?

rose! or lychee would be cool

Sunrise or sunset?

both. sunset tho. i saw the most beautiful sunset in brighton quite recently with two of my most favourite people in the world and it was so lovely. here’s a picture probably taken by @thirteenth-king just after the sun disappeared 

What perfume do you wear?

i wear the most fucking cheapskate perfumes and i LOve it. when you buy an expensive perfume you’re just buying a fucking label, cheap ones can be lovely too.

my faves are:

- a rose one from primark

- a tweety the bird themed chocolatey, vanilla smelling one from tk maxx

- a lovely one from superdrug called “you can’t swim with us”

Favourite self care routine(s)?

do i look like someone who does self care routines... 

the things i do to “self care” are: drink something warm, wear big jumpers, do an exercise vid, and hang out with my friend @thirteenth-king tbh

Fuzzy socks or house slippers?

fuzzy socks :)

What colour are your eyes?

who the fuck knows

What’s your favourite eye colour on others?

any eye colour. especially the eye colour of whoever i happen to be in love with at the time

Favourite season? why?

summer. it’s warm and im so cold

Cheek, neck, or nose kisses?

neck because it’s fucking hot. but i’ll take anything 

Favourite breed of dog?

fluffy ones

Do you ever want to be married? If so, what colours would you pick for your wedding theme?

yess as i previously said im a sucker for romance. im not sure about colours but i wanna wear a satin slip dress and a tiara 

Cursive or print?

im very particular about fonts and this question is not specific enough

Favourite weather?

when it’s WARM

i tag @thirteenth-king, obviously, @wonderatmywoman (love u boo), @thegeminiclub (love u too), and @kiszkah, @britneyshakespeare, @martingore101, @cemeteryflora, and @lamoprincesswolf (kisses to u chloe)  ❤ ❤ ❤

[trinkets-and-spirits]

Get to Know Me! (Tag Game) 🎲

O o f. Considering the fact that I never get tagged in stuff, I’m hella all about @meek-minded-masochist tagging me in a get to know me. I feel honoured.

RULES: Answer seventeen questions and then tag twenty one blogs you’d like to know better!

1) Nickname? Free, by online friends made on fanfiction.net ; Eph, as a reference to the previously mentioned, tho spelt differently to match the spelling of my first name ; and Marie...’cause it’s my middle name lmao. 😊

2) Star-Sign? Taurus~ ♉

3) Height? 5′5″ (Altho I just got these k i c k a s s platforms, which rock me up to above 5′8″ — so you can BET that I’m hella happy about top shelves, lmaoo.)

4) Last Film I Saw? Uh...Barbie as the Island Princess. 😂😂 I’m reliving my childhood memories at the moment, rip. Usually I don’t really watch movies tho; so I’ve been watching mostly Riverdale, re-watching RWBY bc I need my fix, and I’m currently plotting out the best time to watch the newest episode of The Walking Dead. I don’t wanna be disturbed, when I’m screaming over JDM. 😉

5) Favourite Musician? Hm. I’m pretty much a fan of anyone who sounds good, w/ a kickin’ beat & all of that—but my current top three? NF, Billie Eilish, Hozier. Oh! I’m also a huge Dropkick Murphy’s fan, but I haven’t listened to them much lately. I love them to shreds tho. ALSO!! Daughter & Caravan Palace, bc…yes.

6) Song Stuck in my Head? This Life is Mine by Casey Lee Williams, and every possible version of Country Roads. My head is...i n t e r e s t i n g.

7) Do I get Asks? Nah. Nobody interacts w/ my blog unless I’m offering free tarot readings, tho I used to get one or two asks from beginner witches. …Not any more tho. Not that I’m complaining. I hate answering ‘does X love me??’ & having people flood my ask box w/ ‘so J hates me, but im gonna use a love potion on them to force them into having romantic feelings. thoughts?’ Like. Eck.

8) Other Blogs? Not right now!! But I’m planning on making a RWBY RP Neo blog this week, so I’ll likely post a promo or two, but we’ll see. 🍦

9) Blogs Following? Followers: 222 ; Following: 414.

10) What am I Wearing? Grey doggo themed pyjama pants, black inspirational-esque tank top about the sun; moon; and adventure, and a grey hoodie bc I’m fuckin’ freezing. I’m also wearing blue fluffy bed socks, bc splash of colour.

11) Dream Job? I’d love to be a published author, but I’d settle for being a commentary YouTuber, or even a free-lance photographer. Options are open.

12) Dream Trip? I’d love to travel through Scandinavia; Asia; and Europe. Anywhere with beautiful scenery, fascinating culture & history, m y t h o l o g y.

13) Play Any Instruments? I used to play the clarinet, as well as the flute, but I fell outta practise. I’d love to get back into the flute, bc it’s literally so pretty. ❤

14) Languages? English & BSL. I studied Japanese, but I...forgot most of it, rip. I also grew up in a majorly Welsh-speaking family & neighbourhood, so I know a lot about my mother language, but the ability to speak it is...another horror story. I’d also be hella down to learn German & French, tho!! Such pretty languages!!

15) Favourite Food? …Stir Fry. 😍😋 I’m also a sucker for anything sweet; sugar is my aesthetic, to say the least. But I’m slowly balancing my diet out, lol.

16) Favourite Songs? O H J E S U S. I have way too many, so I’ll just list my top 4 favourite songs from the previously mentioned artists, bc…anything else is just downright cruel. Whoever made this tag is clearly working for the devil.

NF: 

WHY  Mansion    Outcast and Green Lights.

Billie Eilish: 

Lovely Bellyache  You Should See me in a Crown  and Copycat.  (I honestly love all of Billie’s songs, tho. She’s so fuckin perfect.)

Hozier: 

Work Song  Cherry Wine From Eden  and Arsonist’s Lullaby.

Dropkick Murphy’s: 

Johnny I Hardly Knew Ya’  Rose Tattoo Dirty Glass and Going Out in Style. 

(These boys are literally what got me through my depression when I was a wee kiddo who didn’t even know what depression was. I love them so much.)

Daughter:

Youth Flaws Burn It Down and Medicine.

(Life is Strange: Before the Storm was the best fucking game, and I’m so happy they used Daughter’s music so heavily!! It fits the game so well!!)

Caravan Palace: Black Betty Lone Digger Rock It For Me and Wonderland.

17) Random Fact? My niece & I snorted sherbet once as kiddos, bc we were dumbass kids who had this image of drugs being cool, thanks to TV shows & other influences. We cut the lemon sherbet into lines, and did it at the same time, and it hurt like n o t h i n g e l s e. Both of us were sobbing; it was a horrid gritty sensation; and both of us temporarily lost the ability to smell bc of that shit. My mother came rushing in; and I blamed it on my niece, and got away with it... Yeah. Don’t do sherbet or drugs, kids, it’s fucking painful.

Tagging: @deltanoid @smolpocketmonstercoffee @lunastreia @theheartofatrickster @lulloph @teaberrymagic …and those are the only blogs that come immediately to my mind. 😅😅 Sorry if anyone doesn’t like being tagged in stuff, but I always feel obligated when prompted, rip. 

[aceofstars16]

Okay so I got tagged a LOT and I didn’t get around to answering until now and this is...gonna be looong so I’m going to put this under a cut haha xD

I’m also not tagging anyone, but if you want to do any of these feel free to!

Tagged by @friendlywildflowers and @tiernamente

ONE insecurity:

Ummm, does the future count? Cause I’m really insecure/unsure about anything with my future *flops*

TWO fears:

Letting others down

Bring stuck in the same place for the rest of my life

THREE “turn-ons”: ???

Nice smiles

Being able to make me laugh

...I’m also a sucker for blue eyes man

FOUR life goals:

Write and publish at least one book

Help orphans/foster kids in some way

Continually seek God no matter what

To be a good friend

FIVE things I like:

Thunderstorms

Dark chocolate

Nature 

Space

Music

SIX weaknesses:

Laziness

Fear/anxiety

Forgetfulness

Insecurity

Drawing dynamic poses

Lack of motivation

SEVEN things I love:

God

My family

My friends

Cats

Texas

Good stories/fandoms

OCs (mine and others haha xD)

Tag EIGHT people:

Tagged by @shenzi-hemlock

Rules: Answer to 30 questions and then tag 20 blogs you’d like to get to know better lets be real im not gonna do that

Nickname: Ace is the main one

Gender: Female

Zodiac: The Taurus one of whatever it’s called xD

Height: 5′6-7ish?

Age: 22

Time: 1:54 PM

Favorite Bands/ solo artists: Ummm, I’ve been big into Imagine Dragons recently actually, but also NEEDTOBREATHE and Owl City

Song stuck in my head: I don’t know but “Believer” is playing right now so?

Last movie I saw: Antman and the Wasp!

Last thing I googled: I was about to say it was “mission synonym” but then I remembered that I googled the radar cause it was raininggggg

Other blogs: I have a BUNCH that I never use xD

Do I get asks: Somewhat?

Why I chose this username: Oh gosh this story again, I was like 12 or something and saw “Ace of Hearts” which wasn’t even an amazing movie but I liked the title and then I thought Ace of Stars sounded cool so I kept that till I got on dA and that username was taken so I added 16 on the end cause it’s my fav number xD

Following: 225

Average amount of sleep: I need...a lot of sleep...usually at least nine hours haha *flops*

What I am wearing: My arc reactor shirt and jean shorts

Dream Job: I’m not even sure, something with cats or horses maybe?

Dream Trip: I really want to go to Iceland tbh...and also meet some of my mutuals xD

Favorite Food: Chicken is amazing, I love chocolate, I love most types of fruit, just give me something kind of sweet and I’m usually good (though I like salty things too xD)

Play(ed) sports: I played basketball when I was younger, but I wasn’t very good haha xD

Hair Color: Medium/golden brown

Eye color: Hazel

Most Iconic Song: Ummm...I have no clue...xD

Languages you speak/ are learning: English...I’ve tried learning Spanish and ASL but...I know I couldn’t carry a conversation in Spanish and I could maybe say like...only a lil bit in ASL

Random fact: I collect ticket stubbs, but I’ve kind of run out of room in my itouch case so...now I’ve started losing them...xD

Describe yourself as aesthetics: The ocean, stars in the sky, thunderstorms, fuzzy socks, fluffy kittens, autumn leaves, staying up late talking, large sweaters, boots, going on walks in the fall, quiet nights at home, sporadic shopping adventures, warm fires, icy AC (opposites but it depends on the time of year xD), minty chocolate goodness, contagious laughter, hanging out with no agendas.

Tagged by @mandaloriandragontrainer

Nickname: Ace

Height: 5’7-ish

Orientation: Straight/Asexual I think

Nationality: American

Favorite fruit: Ooooo that’s hard....I go through phases, right now I’m loving cherries

Favorite season: I don’t think I can pick I love parts of all of them tbh

Favorite plant: Bluebonnets always

Favorite scent: Vanilla, and also cinnamon...and fresh bread

Favorite color: Blue!

Favorite animal: CATS! And horses, cheetahs, fennec foxes, regular foxes, and dragons...I love lots of animals tho xD

Tea, coffee, or hot chocolate: Tea unless it’s dairy free hot chocolate (I love hot chocolate but...I shouldn’t have it with real milk...xD)

Average hours of sleep: 9ish

Dogs or cats: 

Favorite fictional character: TOO MANY TO NAME

Dream trip: Different from the other ask? Hmmm...Argentina

When was your blog created: October 2013

Number of followers: *goes through and blocks porn blogs* Ummm 1,633 somehow???

Random fact: I’m gonna steal mando’s fact and say I’ve cosplayed as a Ranger, genderbent Hiccup, Rey, Jyn, and Eleven (and a few others but...I’m not gonna name them all xD)

What do you do & do you like it: As in like a job, or? Cause I don’t have a job and I’m still trying to figure out school/life so...I legit don’t know how to answer this...*flops

Tagged by @sturwurstrash

Name: I don’t put my real name online

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Orientation: Ace (heyyyy sameeee)

Height: 5′7ish

Favorite Color: BLUE

Book Recommendations: The Lunar Chronicles and Ranger’s Apprentice are both great and underrated in my opinion! :D

Movie Recommendations: Anything Marvel (well, MCU, there are other Marvel movies I’ve never seen/are older that I don’t recommend xD), Gifted, Second Hand Lions, Mulan, HTTYD, and lots of other animated ones xD

TV Recommendations: Star Wars Rebels, Stranger Things, White Collar, Parks and Rec, My Little Pony, and The Tangled Series

Music Recommendations: Oh gosh I have such a wide range of likes...aside from NEEDTOBREATHE, and Owl City ummm...musicals? Mainly Dear Evan Hansen and the Greatest Showman, but Hamilton and Finding Nevereland too (okay and HSM 2 just came on...it’s not amazing but...it’s fun...xD)

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: *looks at the other tag* tea

Cats or dogs: 

*replies with another gif cause I can*

I want to live long enough to witness: Ummm...I honestly don’t know, my friends that don’t know God to come and know him, that’s the first thought to come to mind

Weird Obsessions: Ummm, I really love socks? xD

Tumblr Birthday: October 2013 (I’ve answered this so many times I legit know without looking xD)

How many side blogs: Ummm three, but I’m part of like three group things too

Random fact about me: I think I’m like 1/128th Native American or something like that? All I know if like one of my ancestors (like great or great great grandma?) was married to a chief of a tribe, though I don’t know what tribe

Tagged by @la-na-da

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Taurus or however you spell it

Height: *writes 5′7ish for the third time today cause I waited so long to reply to these xD*

Where do you see yourself in 10 years?: Who knows, hopefully with a job and able to drive

If you could go anywhere, where would you go?: Hmmm, aside from the ones I already listed? I mean I’d love to go to England, or New Zealand, or Switzerland, or Alaska/Canada

What was your coolest Halloween costume?: Coolest? Hmmm, I’m gonna go with my Ragner’s outfit I wore to a Halloween party (though I changed to Hiccup later cause it was too hot to wear for long xD)

Favorite 90s TV-show?: Ummm...I think most of the shows I loved were early 2000s...hmmm, was Pokemon going on then? Maybe Pokemon, or Arthur, that started in the 90s right? xD

Last kiss?: Does kissing my cat’s head count?

Have you ever been stood up?: Dude I’ve never even been on a date, as for friends? I don’t think so

Have you ever been to Las Vegas?: Ummm, maybe? I honestly don’t remember but I don’t think so?

Favorite pair of shoes?: Probably my Chacos, I wear them the most, but I love my long boots too, they are just too hot to wear most days xD

Favorite fruit?: I aside cherries before...so how about peaches?

Favorite book?: Oh gosh I can’t pick!

Stupidest thing you’ve ever done?: Ummm...a lot of things? I can’t really remember them though? How about the time I accidentally pulled off a horse’s halter along with his bridle? xD

[hyunjjins]

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ soft bias tag

i was tagged by @just-oneofthegays

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 1. WHO IS YOUR BIAS?

i love too many kpop boys but for the sake of this tag i’ll choose felix because im full of uwus on his behalf atm

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 2. WHAT MADE YOU NOTICE THEM?

his whole ass voice. like im pretty sure there’s a screenshot of a snapchat i sent to eli one of the first times i listened to skz asking about who he is bc of his voice (accompanied by the cliche “it doesnt Fucking match is face” whICH IS TRUE) but also yes im shit at faces so when im getting into a new kpop group theres always one member who i keep asking whO IS THIS even though ive already asked 100 times so yes. voice + face = bias

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 3. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE THING ABOUT THEM?

wow okay uM i love his dedication. like he can rap in korean? a language he didnt know until joining the group? and he can rap well? and hes getting so good at korean, obviously his members are helping, but everything he does blows me away bc he’s so committed to doing everything he does well and i admire that. (also his freckles and his smile are bonuses but we can talk more about those later)

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 4. WHO WOULD INITIATE SKINSHIP MORE?

him. hands down him. i’m all for physical affection but because most of my friends dont like it i dont usually initiate but i live for that shit. and he is one of the most physical people i have ever seen and i am one touch starved motherfucker so that would work out super well for both of us. except its all strictly platonic because im a huge lesbian and hes gay 4 changbin so it would be more like when @violet-hyunggu and i are in the same room for more than 3 minutes hahA

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 5. WHO WOULD HOG BLANKETS MORE?

yo idk im not usually one to use that many blankets but i can totally see lix running around with a blanket cloak on even though all he’s wearing is a tank top and shorts and there are sweatpands right over there, jesus, put on some socks you’ll be warmer

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 6. WHO WOULD BE MORE CLINGY?

have you seen felix? like ever?

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 7. WHO WOULD SAY ‘I LOVE YOU’ FIRST?

probably me but only because i have sait it about him before lmAO so it wouldnt be weird for it to just like. slip out. and i tell my friends i love them all the time and i seriously do love him i just feel like he wouldnt say it bc he would be worried he would be crossing some kind of Line in our friendship but then i say it once and hes like “okay time to shower her with Love and Affection”

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 8. WHO WOULD BE MORE EASILY FLUSTERED?

i mean idk. im taking this as the two of us being bffs so i dont think there would be much flustering involved. aside from that we’re both panicked gays so we would both be flustered constantly, unrelated to the actions of each other.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 9. WHAT CUDDLING POSITION WOULD YOU TWO HAVE?

im always a slut for the ol’ “my head on someone elses stomach while they play with my hair” but also just like any way that we could be pressed against each other would be perfect. also im a huge sucker for intertwined legs (even though his are probably a whole six inches longer than mine lol im Small)

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 10. WHICH COLORS REMIND YOU OF THEM AND WHY?

blue but like the bright blue of a summer sky when it’s midday and like 100 degrees and existence is pain but you look up and see the stark contrast of fluffy white clouds and huge blue sky and you’re like, holy shit, the universe is huge and i’m part of it. also i feel like he is the human embodyment of a blue raspberry sno-cone

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 11. WHICH SEASON WOULD YOU LIKE TO SPEND WITH THEM?

summer but the part of summer that is in september. idk why but thats one of my favorite times of the year and i love being with people at that time. you know like you can still get away with going to the beach if its warm enough but also fairs are starting up and it’s plaid season

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 12. WHO WOULD BAKE THE COOKIES AND WHO WOULD STEAL THE BATTER?

i would bake because i feel like felix is a disaster in the kitchen and tbh i would make them with the express intention of him eating some of the batter. you know like specifically washing the eggs so he wouldnt get salmonella and making more than i want to have for the cookies so he could have some and we would still have a good amount of cookies

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 13. WHICH ONE OF YOU WOULD MAKE BAD PUNS AND HOW WOULD THE OTHER REACT?

i am a pun god and he would smack me every time but it would be Worth It

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 14. WHO WOULD WANT TO ADOPT 50 DOGS AND CATS?

i have been known to look at google images of kittens and weep so i would want to but not act upon it but he has little to no self control so he would spend hours at the local shelter and send me pictures of every single animal they had and ask if we could have it (fuck now i want to write a felix-works-in-an-animal-shelter au)

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 15. WHICH ONE OF YOU WOULD NEARLY BURN DOWN THE KITCHEN TRYING TO MICROWAVE A POP TART AND WHO WOULD COME TO THE RESCUE?

again felix is a disaster in the kitchen because first of all. who microwaves a pop tart they are strictly a toaster food. second of all. i would come to the rescue

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 16. WHO LIKES TO LEAN OVER TALL RAILINGS AND WHO PULLS THEM BACK?

felix is a huge railing leaner and i have massive amounts of anxiety but i also love a good people watching session so i feel like i would pull him back but then join him at a reasonable angle

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 17. WHAT WOULD WATCHING A HORROR FILM WITH THEM BE LIKE?

i like to pretend to be touch but i am actually the biggest baby and so is he so watching a horror film would be a disaster. some are okay though and then its fun. but other than that we are strictly a mean girls and lemonade mouth couple

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 18. WHO WOULD BE THE CHEESY FLIRT AND WHO WOULD BE THE SMOOTH FLIRT?

i feel like i might be the smooth one but hear me out. my logic is that im smooth when its playful and any flirting i would do with him would be playful. he’s just a mess no mater what

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 19. WHO IS MORE COMPETITIVE?

me, myself, and i. i have found that i dont usually like the concept of competetion (like sports and stuff) but once i get started i am a competetive monster who cannot be stopped

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 20. WHO WOULD HAVE TO BE GIVEN CONSTANT REMINDERS? (REMEMBER TO EAT, DON’T FORGET YOUR KEYS, ETC)

him. hes a certified mess and im a mom friend but then when i forget something he makes fun of me for hours lol

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 21. WHO SENDS MEMES AND WHO SENDS CUTE ‘I MISS YOU’ TEXTS AT 3AM?

we both do. i am the queen of “this made me think of you” *weird ass picture* and once he found out that im a memer he wont stop sending me memes. and im a sucker for when someone waits until youre asleep and then sends a “for when you wake up” message. i send those all the time and i love it

okay so i tag @spear-bean and @notleefelix and anyone else who happens to see this and wants to do it uwu

[soygin]

Tag Game

why thank you for remembering lil ole me @aqua-main

1. Name/nickname: Gin!

2. Gender: Female 

3. Star sign: Cancer

5. Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

6. Favourite animal(s): Elephants and big cats (tigers, lions, all them suckers)

7. Hours of sleep: 8ish hours at least (I tend to sleep in a lot its not good)

8. Dogs or cats: BOTH

9. Number of blankets: 1 big fluffy one (at all times of the year, I’m the kind of person to always sleep with the blankets up to my neck)

10. Dream trip:  THE WORLD, but realistically speaking Japan or Thailand

11. Dream job: I want to be an interpreter or an ESL teacher 

12. Time: 10:17 PM

13. Birthday: June 27

14. Favourite Bands: The Killers, COIN, The Japanese House, AJR, Bad Books, Unison Square Garden, JR JR, Super Fruit, Twenty One Pilots, Dresses

15. Favorite Solo Artists: Brandon Flowers, Jon Bellion, Selena Quintanilla, Amber J. Liu, In Love With a Ghost, Dodie Clark

16. Song Stuck In My Head: Bones - The Killers

17. Last Movie I Watched: Your Name

18. Last Show I Watched: How I Met Your Mother

19. When Did I Create My Blog:  Uhhhhhhhhhh March 2016???

20. What Do I Post/Reblog: Anything I am currently watching or reading, and most importantly things that amuse me. Currently thats Voltron, ATLA, BNHA, Haikyuu, YOI, a lot of anime basically  

21. Last Thing I Googled: The phone number to my dentist office (bc i lost my appointment card like the responsible adult i am)

22. Other Blogs: None (my followers have to deal with all my obsessions...sorry)

23. Do I Get Asks: not as much as I would like to have (none, i don't get any haha)

24. Why I Choose My URL:  I recently changed it up until this point it was mscheifmanaged but I felt bad if someone followed me for HP stuff and I dont really post that so I changed it to soygin, because its short and sweet

25. Following: 508 (hahaha i like variety?? its the spice of life and all)

26. Followers: 205 (and i am gratefull for all of them!)

27. Lucky Number(s): Um I donno but I like 8 bc its never failed me

28. Favorite Instrument(s): Piano, cello, trumpet, oboe, ukelele, violin

29. What Am I Wearing: My field hockey sweater, christmas-themed boxers (they have skating deer on them), and fox patterned socks 

30. Favorite Food: Curry

31. Nationality: Hispanic American

32. Favorite Song(s):

Talk Too Much- COIN

Bones- Killers (actually anything by the killers i can get down to)

If You Didnt See Me- JR JR

La Vie En Rose - Edith Piaf

In The Middle- Dodie

33. Last Book Read: The Rest Of Us Just Live Here- Patrick Ness (I need something to read guys im dying, hit me up with recs)

34. Top Three Fictional Universes I’d Like To Join:

1. Harry Potter (but like the Maurader Era, I think it’d be fun)

2. Kekkai Sensen (i want to see all seeing my son)

3. BNHA (its legit no joke)

that was nice, i tag @darthyard @spicyscholar @sweetanonymousgirl @infinitefinn

[wall-e-gorl]

U know the feeling when u are really tired like u arent going to pass out but ur brain just stops and everything is funny

[lincolnlooker-blues]

70 Questions!

Tagged by @csz4ever​ (thanks gurl! love you :*) Tagging whoever reads through all of these questions lol

1. do you have a good relationship with your parents? yyyyyyyyyes, though of course, its not exactly picture perfect

2. who did you last say “i love you” to? Myyyyyyy dad

3. do you regret anything? yes

4. are you insecure? Yup, but im working on it (fake it till you MAKE IT amirite)

5. what is your relationship status? Single

6. how do you want to die? Geez, that’s a heavy question, uuuuuuh im not particular about how i die?? (please let it be painless lol)

7. what did you last eat? potatoes and eggs with two pieces of toast

8. played any sports? besides soccer in recess when i was in elementary? no, tho i wanted to get into tennis for a while

9. do you bite your nails? No, but i bite the skin around it

10. when was your last physical fight? i dont think i’ve ever been in a physical fight fight tbh

11. do you like someone? uuuuhhhh, im assuming this iiiiiis PLATONICALLY LIKING SOMEONE, in that case yes, i like all my friends

12. have you ever stayed up 48 hours? lol no, i really need my sleep

13. do you hate anyone at the moment? you’d think but no, who has the energy for that? let’s be honest

14. do you miss someone? my older sister

15. have any pets? yes, two dogs and two birds (and 8 cats if you want to count the strays we feed, i mean they basically live here so)

16. how exactly are you feeling at the moment? Pretty okay, thanks for asking

17. ever made out in the bathroom? Nope

18. are you scared of spiders? not enough to be considered a phobia but i will kill one if i see it in the house, and scream while doing so

19. would you go back in time if given the chance? No. Whatever happened happened, i like looking forward (though it doesn’t stop me from having regrets.....)

20. last place you made out with someone? the last and ONLY place i made out with someone was at the livestock show (lmao it was so gross tbh, and my boyfriend after that never made out with me so fuck)

21. what are your plans for this weekend? movies on thursday whaaat!

22. do you want kids? how many? *avoids question cuz i hear that question enough from my mom*

23. do you have piercings? how many? Just on the usual on the ears

24. what is/are your best subjects? English

25. do you miss anyone from your past? no. I dont want to miss someone who doesn’t miss me

26. what are you craving rn? corn bread

27. have you ever broken someones heart? I don’t think his heart was broken, he was just sad about it

28. have you ever been cheated on? Nope

29. have you ever made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? Not that im aware of lol

30. whats irritating rn? People hating on people who have literally done NOTHING to them or anyone else, the partiarchy, pretty sure society as a whole

31. does someone love you? *vine voice* yeah i sure hope someone does (but seriously, yeah)

32. what is your favorite color? blue, purple, yellow, pastel pink, grey, light tan, dark brown, orange

33. do you have trust issues? nnnnoooooot okay maybe a little bit

34. who/what was your last dream about? i remembered this morning, but now that im trying to remember, i cant anymore

35. who was the last person you cried in front of? my mom lol

36. do you give out second chances too easily? I used to, now i just tell them to fuck off

37. is it easier to forgive or forget? Forget, but it should be forgive

38. is this year the best year of your life? So far? I think it is

39. how old were you when you had your first kiss? 15

40. have you ever walked outside completely naked? lol nope

(didnt supply me with 41-50 welp)

51. favorite food? yes *lies, im a picky eater but i love food too so, fuck*

52. do you believe everything happens for a reason? Yes

53. what was the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? thought about something i’ve been trying to see about myself (i think im something but im really not sure so its been on my mind lately)

54. is cheating ever okay? uh, school wise or relationship wise? cuz they’re both NO. Be a good student and be a faithful lover

55. are you mean? I try not to be, cuz who has the energy for that, but if someone really is pushing it, i’m gonna be mean

56. have you ever been in a fist fight? Nope

57. do you believe in true love? in a way

58. favorite weather? oh you dont want to get me started, i have a lot of favorite types of weather

59. do you like the snow? I finally saw snow in person when i went to chicago for the first time to visit my sister, and the snow was MAGICAL, so the answer is yes (but it is a pain sometiimes)

60. do you wanna get married? Don’t know, i’ll get back to you on that lol

61. is it cute when a girl/boy calls you baby? I prefer babe tbh, but yeah, i think its pretty cute (okay but if someone calls me baby girl, i will melt)

62. what makes you happy? my friends, music, diy stuff, really pretty smelling body washes, food, pretty tattoos, vintage jewelry, rain, pretty socks, all the hugs, all kinds of kisses (especially cheek kisses and kisses on the temple), well written stories/fanfics, seeing people truly in love, seeing my loved ones happy, cute animals, fluffy pillows, a very windy day, really good food

65. your bff of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? iiiiii dont know? lmao

66. do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? yes

67. who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? my dad lmao

68. who is the last person you had a deep conversation with? one of my besties

69. do you believe in soulmates? not really, but im such a sucker for soulmate aus

70. is there anyone you’d die for? Yup