#80s proudly & happily

[random-xpressions]

I'm an 80's guy. Of course, I have a thing for old fashioned cameras, radios with a tuning dial, audio/video cassettes that often have its reel getting stuck inside the players, and lastly the television sets with extendable antennas. Good old days...

Random Xpressions

[heiayen]

this looks like us! gn!reader x various (kaveh, wanderer, zhongli, childe, kazuha, lyney, venti.)

summary: what things do they match with you? keychains, jewelry, clothing? let's take a look!

tags: implied modern au, around 80-100 words per character, just very short headcanons <3 could be ooc because it's my first time writing in a moment, not proofread that much

notes: ehhhh trying to get back into writing with short silly hcs... hello everyone. grand heia comeback 90% will make second part with more characters !!

Kaveh is the kind of person to have matching keychains with you! He has already got a keychain for his keys, a proud lion guarding the keys... that he manages to lose often anyway, so why not get another one? This time matching yours, and instead of attaching it to his keys (because gods forbid he loses them and the keychain!), he attaches it to his bag. And let me tell you, it does not end on a single keychain!

Most of the time, you don't even know that you are matching anything with Wanderer, seriously. If you ask him to get something matching together then, yes, he will agree, although begrudgingly, but also so often he will buy you something (while telling you to not make a big deal out of it, you're his partner, yes, yes, move on), and a few days later you will notice him having a matching pair of that thing. You never call him out for that, just smile to yourself.

As the gentleman he is, Zhongli is the man to give you matching rings or necklaces, all selected by him with utmost care. Every piece he gets for you two is one of the best quality, and he makes sure it fits your preferences, so don't worry if you wear only one kind of metal! He always pays attention to any stones in your jewelry, to ensure they are the best quality available. And sometimes, you find it so hard to bite down the urge to show off your new ring or necklace to all your friends, saying that yes, it's your partner who got it for you.

Childe is the person to see something that reminds him of you two, and get it, no hesitation. A pair of funny socks (with an animal that reminds him of you), keychains (that teddy bear was similar to you)... a scarf in the same pattern as his, because you need to be dressed well during winter, he doesn't want you to get sick– did he just point at those two chestnuts and said that it reminded him of you two? You don't see it, but whatever makes him happy!

Kazuha makes handmade yarn bracelets for you two, and he's quite skilled at it! He always picks your favorite colors, sometimes with matching pedants and pretty patterns, and you never know that he's making one, usually during late night hours, with the lamp's light as his companion, when sleep doesn't want to arrive. You got a few of them already but will happily accept every next one he makes, proudly wearing them on your wrists. It's always a lovely sight, to look at your joined hands adored by the bracelets he makes. Maybe you should learn how to make them too…?

With Lyney, you will more than often find yourself matching outfits... or at least pieces of it, if you can't wear a fully coordinated outfit. A matching shirt? Sure, that sounds great! You two can get some funny print together on it– or not funny, just a normal print. You two can also dress in a similar style if you don't have anything to match, or even match socks out of all things. Additionally, if you enjoy painting your nails... Lyney would happily paint his nails with a polish matching your eyes, and would gladly help you find one matching his, so that you two can match your nails!

Venti, on the other hand, likes to match... yes, hair clips with you. He got a bunch of them at home, all different. Ones with small flowers or stars, animals even, in so many colors and shapes– the point is, he's got them a lot, and he will happily lend you them so you two can have matching hairclips in your hair. He will also happily buy a pair if he sees one and likes it, and give you one of them. Soon, you will have an entire box of hair clips...

[mayiluv]

Jealousy meter☆(Hashiras ft. Kamaboko squad)

Masterlist

Kyojuro Rengoku

█░░░░░░░░░ 10%

He isn't jealous at all ! He trust you! But he doesn't trust others just as much.

He often worries whenever he sees someone making you uncomfortable. If the person make it obvious that they are hitting on you, he won't hesitate to hold your hand and get in front of the person to proudly claim you (and to make you feel better).

"Sorry but they're taken!"

Agatsuma Zenitsu

█████░░░░░50%

He is possessive from time to time.

Like he do trusts Tanjiro and most hashiras (surprisingly) but he tends to get pretty jealous at strangers. Whenever he sees you talking to one with a little too much closeness, he run to get next to you and to kiss you. It's like you two are fighting now.

"Sorry [Name] I just wanted to make sure that they got the hint."

"Zenitsu that's my cousin-"

"THEY ARE ?!"

Sanemi Shinazugawa

████████░░ 80%

Man he's jealous...

He would clearly tell anyone that he judges too close to you to fuck off. He doesn't wants to share you. Even if you tell him there is nothing to worry about. He accept when it's the hashiras except Giyuu. I guess he got something against him.

"Get lost, she's already mine fuckface."

Genya Shinazugawa

█████░░░░░ 50%

That's a 50/50. It actually depends.

He's actually more insecure about himself and that's what makes him doubt your love for him. When he sees you with someone else he usually goes full on koala mode and stay gripped to your arm.

"When are we going?"

Kanroji Mitsuri

██░░░░░░░░ 20%

She's not jealous. She's scared.

She's scared you'll find someone better and when she sees you with someone else a part of her always feel like she's not enough. You can easily see when she's feeling down, and you just have to remind her with a hug and she'll feel better.

"Sorry! I'm just scared you'll leave me"

Obanai Iguro

███████░░░ 70%

He pretty jealous

Most of the time he'll send Kaburamaru around your neck and people get the hint. But if they don't then...he'll go give them the hint himself. And by that I mean he would roast the shit outta them.

"Back off. Nobody would want to date your dirty goofy no bitches no purpose no friends no standards person."

Tanjiro Kamado

█░░░░░░░░░ 10%

He's never jealous.

If you think Kyojuro is kind then he's another level. He's like a ball of sunshine, he would talk happily not knowing that someone was hitting on you. But he does feels a little insecure when je sees you with someone else. He won't say it but he would cling onto you a little bit more.

"Do you love me?"

Himejima Gyomei

░░░░░░░░░░ 0%

He trusts you 100% and being a man of religion he has no doubt in your love. He does tho wonder if he could satisfy you enough since he's blind. He's just as capable as any men but he gets insecure from time to time due to his past.

"I promise I will try my best to protect you [name]"

Hashibira Inosuke

█████████░ 90%

He is easily jealous.

No matter who he sees with you he'll be growling at them. But he doesn't quite seems to understand love at all so he wouldn't be possessive but he still do get jealous and will NOT be ashamed of yelling at anyone.

"How dare you talk to the great Inosuke Hashibira's partner !"

Kocho Shinobu

█████░░░░░ 50%

She isn't JEALOUS, she's just overprotective.

She's more scared for your health than jealous. She's scared that you get too gullible and will fall for traps and/or get hurts by them. Poor her will try to prevent you from everyone and remind you of stranger danger.

"I do trust you [Name], but I think you're a little too innocent for your own good."

Tsuyuri Kanao

████░░░░░░ 40%

She's not really jealous.

She isn't jealous but she doesn't like seeing people hit on you. There was once you knew she was jealous because she looked at the person talking to you and she was STARING. The person got afraid and quickly apologized and left. She'll deny any accusation.

"I did not do that."

Tokito Muichiro

██████░░░░ 60%

He's easily bothered.

He would see you with someone he judges too close and full on hug your side and fix the person with that one glare. As if to brat about his partner and how lucky he is compared to the guy, he may even bite on your neck while the person's here. As soon as you're gone he would stay and probably roast that person.

"You look like you're a grand grandfather/mother if she/he didn't pass away."

Uzui Tengen

█░░░░░░░░░ 10%

He's chill

He got three wives already so he got used to this feeling. Now he actually feel proud when someone's hitting on you and will full on start talking about how amazing you are and how he's lucky to have you.

"Yes they're flashy ! I totally get why you like them, such a shame they're already taken by me."

Tomioka Giyu

███░░░░░░░ 30%

He can get jealous from time to time.

He doesn't talk a lot, and even less express his emotions. So it's a pain trying to figure out what's going on inside his head. However when he's jealous, he doesn't really tell you he just act like nothing's happening because he judges it negative to tell you about it. If you manage to find out then, congratulations you made a new step in your relationship!

"Oh.... I didn't know, sorry [Name]"

Kamado Nezuko

██░░░░░░░░ 20%

She's protective

Whenever she sees someone making you uncomfortable she'll come by your side to hug you and glare at the person when you're not looking. If the person doesn't get the hint she'll probably start growling at them. But overall, she's adorable and let anyone talk to you.

"Mmhp mhp mmph!" (I love you !)

Talk to me!

[capricosalvation]

Young Cathleen Bate x Fem!Reader

After yesterday's poll, i Made this thinking about a Young Cathleen dressed in the uniform With a bike, heavily 80's inspired "Take my breath away" kinda thing. Both Of You Are +18 in this fic, but there is no smut.

—°˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖°˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖°˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖°˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖°—

Cathleen and you have something going on for a while... And no one noticed...Its a relief, both of you have religious parents, but at the same time, the thrill it's interesting to Say at least..

You were coming out of your university when you saw your girlfriend waiting for You, standing in her military outfit close to her motorbike, She looked badass!

Cathy seems to have some bandages in her face...

"Don't worry too much for it, babe... It was just a quirkless combat with Ethan" - she cooed, caressing your soft right cheek.

"Babe You look like a beaten up banana at this point, i'm worried" - Y/N pouted, altrought humoring Cathy, she was worried "i think you shouldn't go that hard, cant imagine how Ethan looks compared to You"

"Nahh, It was part of the exercise! He was holding back on Me, I insisted him going full Power" - She brushed it off with a smile, but when she tried to smile she ended up wincing in pain.

"I'm being serious, don't overwork yourself." - The worried girl crossed her arms, raising her head to look at her secret girlfriend seriously.

But Y/N didnt knew that Cathleen was having a bad day already, and was trying to not burst up at the minimun pressure "Listen, I might not be the Best cadet yet, but I'm not a child anymore, please don't treat me like one, I'm a full grown adult" - She was being hard headed again... Y/N could tell this was a sensitive matter for her, and She didnt wanted to make scene in the University entrance.

She huffed, not wasting saliva in what would be a public discussion, Cathleen sitted on the motorbike looking at Y/N without a word, just a cold face that if it spoke it would say "get on, no questions"

Y/N complied sitting and hugging Cathleen for security, but at the same time, that hug was showing her concern. Cathleen revved the bike, who roared back to life, soon they left University grounds and drive towards her parents house.

Cathleen's parents werent at Home, neither her Sister. They went to visit Cathleen's grandparents, Y/N knew that because of Cathleen's rants about wanting to go with them... But She couldnt. She had to sacrifice that in order to be the Best.

The women arrived to the cadet's Home, a large, fancy condo, she got off the bike, and took off her helmet, and then turned to look at you "They went to see our grandparents for the weekend , but don't worry, they know you, they told me you could come In whenever you wanted" - she said in a tired tone, she realized that Y/N didnt deserve her anger, so She took her secret lover's hand, guiding her to the cadet's house, lo later enter to her room.

Cathleen's room was filled With All Might pictures and posters of planes. A photo With little Cathy posing happily in All Might's arms was proudly showed in her nightstand. Y/N sat on the bed, downhearted about what happened before, the blonde hero aspirant closed the door. Taking off her jacket... Y/N gasped, Cathleen was beaten up, purple and red bruises collored her fair skin, she looked at You with a mix of seriousness, whim and... Sadness?

"This is what happens when You want to be the best" - She huffed, agitated "To be like him, i need to be strong" - she was being hard headed... Again

"All Might Isnt strong all the time!" - Y/N said, her voice trembling "Because he's a human! YOU don't have to be strong all the time, because YOU'RE human!!!"

"You don't understand, Y/N" - She said, gruff "How can You be the Best in a world of men, 'taking it easy'?" - She said the last Words in a mocking, sarcastic, yet jealous and hurtfull tone. Then She sighed, She was hurting her beloved. "I... I can't help it... W-when you're surrounded by men that are so strong... So powerful... I... I feel weak... I feel useless..." - Cathleen began to sob and tears of anger started to flow from her eyes, she was feeling pathetic... Weak... She wasn't the hero she wanted to be... Cathleen tought herself as a disgrace that didn't deserve that uniform...

Y/N had enough, jumping from the bed to cup her girlfriend's cheeks "You Are NOT weak! You're one Of the Best fucking students!" - She sighed, then kissed her cheek in comprehension "You're a student for Gods sake! A student can't be a Master if they compare themselves all the time!!! Stop pushing yourself!" - that was the last straw for Y/N to get on her tippy toes and kiss Cathleen on the lips.

The bigger woman gasped and hugged the more petite one as they both kissed softly. Cathleen muscly arms hugged her girlfriend's more smaller frame, it felt like it was thanking Y/N with her body languaje. When the sweet kiss ended, the now smiling cadet cupped her girlfriend' cheek, a gesture She always makes.

"I'm sorry doll.. i don't know what happened to me.. i'll make up to You, just wai-.. - she was interrumpted by Y/N kissing the bandage in Cathleen's cheek. "You Are so selfless, Cathy.. that makes You shine like a Star"

At the end of the day, they ended up cuddling on the couch, eating Cathleen favorite gummies. And She couldnt be happier of having Y/N in her life, her little Star...

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Hi guys! I hope You liked it! Please do tell me if i made a typo or grammatical error, i'm always learning. Anyways, if You have a idea for a One Shot like this please write a comment, i appreciate the feedback.

[little-svt]

FEMME-READER | FLUFF | ‘Niū Niū’ & ‘Xiǎo gōng zhǔ’

Wc: 908

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

Back 2 Back

“Should I come in? It looks pretty full.” Minghao laughed as he entered the bathroom where Jun had joined you for bath time. Who was responsible for the mass amounts of bubbles and the empty bottle of bubble bath on the floor would remain a mystery.

“Bàba! Are you gonna come in too?” You asked, pouting with big puppy eyes, the bubble tower Jun had been building on your head nearly flying off as you splashed excitedly in the tub.

Jun suppressed his snickering. Even though Hao knew exactly what you were doing, it didn’t decrease its power at all.

Minghao immediately grumbled and started taking off his clothes, grabbing a towel for when he’d get out. A minute or two wouldn’t hurt. Sinking into the bubbles with a side of water, he was surprised it didn’t spill over the edge, though it tried. You giggled happily and moved to snuggle against him.

“Wahh now Daddy’s cold” Jun complained, making a show of shivering as if 80% of his body wasn't submerged in warm water. He was completely shameless about begging for your attention, always one-upping Hao. Still, you hadn’t seen your Bàba all day. Daddy would survive without you for just a little bit.

“Oh hush.” Hao rolled his eyes, his airy giggle making your heart fluttery and warm. Warmer than the bath or his arms that came snuggly around you as he left a kiss on your nose and smoothing away the bubbles on your head.

“Did he even wash you yet, Niū Niū?” he teased, poking two fingers at your side to make you squeal.

“Hey!” Jun snorted into the water, his body now submerged almost fully, stopping just below his nose as he waited patiently for his Xiǎo gōng zhǔ to return to him.

“Yep! All clean!! Daddy let me shower with him before we got in the bath!”, you nodded, resting your cheek against him as he cupped your face in his hands sweetly.

“Even behind your ears?” Minghao rubbed his nose against yours, eyes crinkled affectionately as he smiled.

Jun grumbled to himself and considered splashing a nice sized wave in Hao’s direction but deemed it wasn’t worth it, you being the casualty.

“All clean! Daddy washes the bestest!” You beamed before bringing one hand over the side of your mouth, whispering not so quietly, “but Bàba dries the bestest”

“Yah! I heard that!!”

You giggled and found yourself in Jun’s arms again, the complaints immediately coming to a halt.

“Okay! Daddy be the yellow ducky and Bàba be the green ducky and I can be the baby ducky. I have to be because it’s pink, see?”

“Yes I see. But you’re always gonna be the baby no matter what, little ducky.” Jun teased and kissed your cheek loudly with a ‘MWAH’.

Both of them took their acting parts very seriously, playing and splashing along with you proudly until the water was cold.

“Look, kitten. Bàba is shivering. He’s not invincible at all.” Jun laughed.

“I never claimed to be!” Hao defended. Why was he defending himself? Who wouldn’t be shivering sitting in cold water?? There was plenty of room to tease your cold-loathing-Bàba, but he wasn’t the one whose teeth were chattering away even being embraced in your Daddy’s warmth.

“I cold too, Daddyyy.” You frowned, shaking and wiggling in place impatiently as Jun stood with a smile. Fetching the towel and opening it wide for you. Anything for you.

“What about me?” Hao pouted, betrayed.

“Get your own.” Jun stuck his tongue out as he squeezed your tight and began drying you off.

“But I got that one.” Hao huffed and flipped the plug for the tub before getting out to fetch another towel. He’d have to dry quick, he was the best dryer after all. But by the time he dried off and began dressing, Jun had you sat on the counter, wrapped in your towel and was already blow drying your hair.

“That’s my job!” Hao insisted and Jun gave him the hair dryer with a grin, only teasing and went to fetch himself some clothes. Though if he had it his way he’d probably never wear clothes.

Once your hair was dry, you half asleep and barely noticing the blaring, cozy air had stopped, Minghao made quick work of winding it up and tucking it away in the cupboard.

“Oh I thought it was movie night, Baōbèi. Bedtime already?” He beamed so fondly, stroking your soft locks before tucking a piece gently behind your ear.

“Huh?” With that your eyes shot open, remembering you had to be the first to the sofa to have first pick.

Hopping off the counter, leaving a giggling Bàba behind, you zoomed out of the bathroom and down the hall to the living room to find your Daddy grinning smugly with the remote in his hand. Before you could pout, he opened his arms wide and pulled you into his lap when you crashed into him, giving you the remote.

“That’s cheating.” Hao plopped down beside you, putting his arm over the back of the sofa as you fumbled with the buttons, “let Bàba do it.”

They liked to play pretend sometimes as if anyone but you would be picking the film. Happy with your choice, once the movie was playing, the three of you became a tangle of limbs under a throw blanket until inevitably you’d fall asleep in their arms

🧸Endnote: ‘Niū Niū’ means little girl & ‘Xiǎo gōng zhǔ’ means little princess. You know I’d never miss Hao day!! But you don’t get one without the other hehe (only kidding//sometimes) My JunHao are my whole world ㅠ ㅠ I hope Myungho has a wonderful birthday and Junnie bugs him a lot!! 我爱你!! ALSO THE NEW ALBUM?! Woozi really is a God of Music!! I cannot pick a favorite track (though Back 2 Back is probably taking first) Ofc still on hiatus because now I am so busy and looking back realizing it’s now been over three months. I miss writing I do ㅠ ㅠ 💖 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

🧸Masterlist🧸

[makingspiritualityreal]

People are Rarely Afraid of Loss Itself. They are Afraid of what Comes After.

Loss doesn't feel half as bad if you have something to immediately replace what you lost. But not all of us have that luck at all times. Some people have more cosmic blessings to immediately generate new energy streams into their life. Some people don't.

When we're scared of loss, we're not just afraid of change, even if that can be uncomfortable. What scares us the most is the feeling of void. Feeling like there is nothing when once there was something, and having nothing to replace it. The loneliness and emptiness that follows.

Then there is the question of objective value. We don't like looking at our past objectively or questioning what were our experiences really worth or what they taught us, but loss, especially when followed by a void, is inevitably, a teacher. It forces us to reassess what has actual long term value in our lives, which relationships, locations, situations, stood the test of time, and how they contributed to our lives. Because that reassessment can mean, that you have to come to terms that you just invested years of time, money, emotions and energy into something that was not worth it long term, so it was ultimately nothing but a lesson. It scares us to admit, that some things were worth losing.

Ask yourself these questions if you're experiencing the Void stage. What stage of my life will I look proudly at years down the line, even if it ended, as a valuable experience that people can learn from forever? What stage was full of people, places and situations that show me what I don't want rather than what I want? Who am I as a result and what do I want, moving forward?

There is a social cliché that tends to attack our minds, which is completely against how life really works. It's the illusion, that life is always a continuity. That friendships from the sandbox last forever. That the guy you married at 18 will happily be there for you when you're 80, when in reality that happens very rarely. That your family line will continue smoothly, which means you have your grandparents into your 30s and your parents way into your 50s, at which point you already become a parent yourself. That life is always full. Full of people, from different circles to turn to.

At the end of the day, life is full of cycles of losses and changes. Many people face the Void. Few people are so cosmically blessed, that they're always surrounded, having everything they need emotionally at all times. Even fewer look back on their lives to understand, what was really of value, as we tend to be consumed with racing forward into whatever feels the most pleasurable in the moment, and we don't want to admit, that we are capable of investment based on illusion, rather than lasting value.

[vixenpen]

Our Year (Eddie Munson x Black Fem Reader)

((Pt. 2)) Letting yourself into the Munson household wasn’t an unusual occurrence ever since Eddie had given you a key to the trailer.

The two of you had been going steady for a year now. For your one year anniversary Eddie had presented you with a house key and one half of a broken heart charm on a silver chain. He wore the other half on a chain of his own.

Uncle Wayne (affectionately called “unc”) approved of the gift claiming: “Someone needs to be sure the boy doesn’t burn the house down, and it can’t always be me!”

You could see from the missing pick up that Unc was still at work, probably pulling a late nighter at the shop, but Eddie’s van was parked beside the trailer.

If you had to guess, he was probably watching MTV right now.

The minute you crept into the house, the faint smell of bacon and weed greeted you. Muffled rock music blasted from Eddies’s room.

Yup. MTV.

You tiptoed to a door plastered in caution tape and knocked.

“Oh shit!” Your boyfriend coughed on the other end.

The bed squeaked under his hasty movements as you heard him getting up.

Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help but giggle. He was obviously smoking; which was something his uncle didn’t outright object to, but wasn’t too fond of either.

“Hey, Unc, I-I didn’t hear you pull up! I thought you were pullin a late night—oh…” Eddie trailed off the minute his hazy brown eyes landed on you.

“Relax, Munson,” You smirked, pushing past your stoned, shirtless boyfriend. “I’m neither “the man” nor your uncle.”

“Well, good.” Eddie’s arm slithered around your waist.

You giggled as he pecked your cheek.

“Because it would suck to let a good joint and fresh sheets go to waste.”

Your boyfriend’s lips traveled down your neck, and warmth bloomed in your brown cheeks—among other places.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you brushed off his affections. “Slow ya roll, Speed Racer.”

“Aww man,” Eddie pouted, “wha’d I do now? Cuz before you rip me a new one, I’ma be honest,” he held up his hands, “there’s, like, a ninety-five percent chance I was stoned out of my mind. In which case, I am not completely liable for whatever I did.”

“Oh god, Eddie, shut up!” You giggled, rolling your eyes. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” He cocked a brow. Then he eyed the oversized Metallica hoodie draping your frame. A prized possession of his that you had…liberated. A wicked smirk crept its way onto his face. “Don’t tell me you’re naked under that?”

“No, you perv!” You snapped, tossing a pillow at his laughing face.

With a dramatic flourish, you unzipped the jacket, revealing a green and gold uniform.

“You are looking at the newest member of the Hawkins High Varsity cheer squad!” You gushed, grinning proudly.

“Holy shit!” Eddie’s face brightened. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! I totally forgot try outs were today.” He swept you into a gravity defying hug, spinning you off your feet as you laughed. “Babe, that’s great!”

You squirmed happily in his grip, giggling at his excitement.“ I wanted you to be the first one to know.” You explained as Eddie settled you back on the ground.

You had been captain at your old school, sophomore year, so joining the cheer squad had appealed to you ever since starting at HHS last year. You finally decided to go for it this year, but Eddie had encouraged you try out from the beginning.

“Babe, I knew you could do it.” Eddie tapped your nose. “And you know what?” He paced towards the dresser at the far end of the room, and began ruffling through the drawers. “This,” he raised a finger in the air, “this, m’lady, calls for a celebration. Let’s paint this shitty little town of ours red.”

“Paint the own red?” You wrinkled your nose in amusement. “Who are you? Clark Gable?”

“Frankly my dear,” Eddie grinned at you over his shoulder, “maybe I am.”

Your heart fluttered and you almost squealed. That was what you loved about your boyfriend. His random, nerdy knowledge on things like old movies his quirkiness and fun loving spirit.

“Oh! Speaking of movies,” he grabbed a shirt from the drawer and sniffed the pits, “anything out you wanna see in particular? A drive-in, mayhaps?”

“And ice cream.” You confirmed with a nod.

“Whatever the lady wants.”

“And burgers?”

“Nothing but the finest for a Hawkins High cheerleader.” He chuckled, pulling the long sleeved Ralph Lauren shirt you bought him over his head.

You flopped down on the edge of his bed and picked up the dwindling joint from the nightstand.

“Oooh, breaking out the polo and the jeans with no holes? You really are bringin’ out all the stops aren’t you, Eddie Munson?”

Eddie shot you a soft smile while slipping on his silver rings.

“Yeah, well, can’t look like a complete slouch with a cheerleader on my arm.”

You pushed off the bed with a little huff of laughter.

“This is true.”

You joined Eddie’s sighed, puckering your lips to blow him a shotgun. He exhaled the smoke and planted a kiss on your pouting lips.

“Celebratory bong rip?” He offered

“Just one for the road.” You nodded.

“We got an audience.” Eddie mumbled through a mouthful of fries.

“What else is new?” You rolled your eyes and rattled your half empty cup.

“Well, they are your new cheer buddies.”

“Babe, ‘buddies’ is both a strong word and an inaccurate one. They’re more like a group of coworkers.” You paused in thought for a minute. “Or, like, bitchy unpaid interns at worst.”

Eddie chuckled.

The two of you had known what expect the minute the group of Hawkins High cheerleaders had shown up to the same diner as you.

In a silent agreement you both decided to ignore the questioning stares and giggly whispers the girls.

“No one has ever gotten ‘us’ together as a thing.” Eddie observed, pointing a finger between the two of you.

“Good. We’re not for them to get.”

You had always been a bit of an enigma to people. You marched to the beat of your own drum. Literally. Being a marching band member the first two years of high school only to pívot and pick up cheerleading the next. You didn’t believe in cliques and labels, so outside of cheer practice, you were right back in the band room hanging with your old friends.

Never the “it” girl, you were also not quite a loser. You were just y/n. The girl who did what you wanted with who you wanted. The black girl who liked hip hop, rap, rock, and oldies.

While your old classmates had come to accept this; Hawkins High, with its rigid social hierarchy, was still a bit baffled by you.

“Remember when we first met?” You grinned.

Eddie grinned back, his brown eyes sparkling fondly.

“Like I could ever forget.”

The only reason your parents had agreed to let you out of the house was because you had been complaining non stop about changing schools with just two years left in the year.

They let you have the old car for the night with the rule that you be back before midnight.

Cool.

So you found a random bar and took your chances. The place didn’t look too rowdy and with your fake ID on deck, you had no problem getting in.

It was smokey with a crowd around the median age of 25-35.

You sat at the bar and ordered a Long Island iced tea.

The tables in the club were pushed out of the way to make some semblance of a dance floor along with a clear path to the bathroom. At the back of the bar, there were dart boards, and at the front, a small, elevated stage.

The stage piqued your interest. Especially when the cute shaggy haired boy took the stage along with a couple other guys.

There was a boyish glee undercut with a relaxed confidence in his demeanor. He strummed his guitar while chatting happily with his band mates. After giving a few instructions to the guys, he took the mic.

“How’re you drunk fucks doin’ tonight?” He yelled.

A shocked laugh escaped you, but the crowd didn’t seem the least bit offended and a few people even cheered in response.

“Oh good, some of you are still conscious.” He flashed a half smile at the crowd, earning a laugh in response.

“Well, I’m-“

“We know who you are, Eddie!” Someone heckled from the crowd.

“Well, they do now thanks to you, bud. Ah, but for those of you who don’t know, we’re Corroded Coffin. We’ve, uhh, got some new material for you guys tonight. So, please, Enjoy.”

A curly haired drummer counted them in, and you perked up when they started. Elements of funk creeped through the garage punk sound.

The lead guitarist, Eddie, nodded his head to the melody, making his shaggy hair dance around his face. The band’s set included interesting tidbits of funk and soul along with metal. These guys clearly knew their stuff and didn’t mind experimenting.

Soon you were bobbing along and dancing in your chair to the music. After five songs, Eddie announced they were taking a break. He also insisted drinks were welcome in place of tips if one couldn’t spare cash.

You were on your second drink when you watched Eddie slink through the crowd, joking with a few regulars on the way. He took a seat at the far end of the bar and ordered something. Now was your chance. He was all alone!

Finishing your own drink, you slinked off toward him and leaned over his shoulder.

“What’re ya drinkin?”

The boy startled a bit, spinning on the stool to face you. When he did, his eyes widened.

“Oh, I uhh,” blushing, he ran his fingers through his hair. “I just kinda just say that as a joke with the audience. I really don’t drink between sets.” He held up his glass. “Water with lemons.”

“Dedicated musician, I see. I respect that.” You nodded. “Well, can I at least buy you a coke? Or would you guys prefer the three bucks?”

Eddie chuckled. “I’ll take the coke. I think the guys will understand.”

“I hope so.” You grinned, flagging down a waiter.

Afterwards you turned to the cutie. He was in a jean vest with the sleeves cut off layered over plaid shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. Beat up high tops completed the look. He was cute in the way that boys who didn’t know or care they’re cute were.

“I loved your set. You’re a Boosie Collins fan, I see.”

“You heard the Boosie inspiration?” Eddie perked up.

“Don’t insult me.” You feigned offense. “I heard Boosie, James Brown, Led Zeppelin, and you’re clearly a Black Sheep fan.”

“Wow...” He breathed. “Well, that answers that question.”

“What question?” You cocked your head.

“If there’s brains behind the beauty.”

You laughed.

He smiled.

“I’m Eddie.” He stuck out a hand. “Eddie Munson.”

“Y/n.”

He gave you a shy once over. Clearly trying not to be rude about it.

“I’ve never seen you around the bar before, y/n. Are you new? Or…”

“I’m new in town. Just blew in a month ago.“

“Thank god, for a second I thought you might just be visiting.” He slapped a hand over his mouth in embarrassment. “Fuck. Did I just…say that out loud?”

“You did, but I won’t mention it if you don’t.” You grinned.

“Good. Now, about your knowledge on Black Sheep, what’s your favorite song off Trouble in the Streets?”

“The Day of the Kids is beautiful. I also love their rendition of Stop in the Name of Love.”

“Right?! They totally transformed the song, but, like, not to the point it was unrecognizable.”

“And how bout the guitars on Love Warrior?”

“The guitars, the bass, the drum. The whole arrangement kicks ass!”

By the end of the night the two of you had exchanged numbers and for the remainder of that summer, you two were inseparable.

“You were the best thing to ever happen to this shitty little town.” Eddie said.

“You were the best thing to happen to me in this shitty little town, Eddie bear.”

Your boyfriend lit up like a Christmas tree.

“C’mon, y/n, not in public!” He whispered, but his huge grin gave him away. He loved that dorky little nick name. Loved it so much, he almost hated it.

“Eddie beeear~” you sang. Then you leaned across the table, making Eskimo kisses at him. “Eddie bear, Eddie bear, Eddie bear.”

“Baaabe!” He chuckled, but he didn’t pull away.

The minute your lips locked on to Eddie’s everything else faded away. The diner, the chatter, the Hawkins high cheerleaders. There was only the two of you.

(((Pt.2)))

[plaindangan]

You'll NEVER GUESS why I'm sending it, it goes with a few other maki related asks I sent but basicaly. maki and kirumi dont understand everyone's sudden obsession with twerking, they have the biggest (along with a certain other artiste) fattest ass in the class but they cant understand why its hot... Up until a certain dark skin (possibly eldritch sex goddess in disguise) angie comes with a LITTERAL golden boombox and makes them listen to "Good music" for the very first time, changing their life~ (can be a simple stuff, or being a progressive corruption each time angie turning it louder and louder, into pure overkill)

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not read!

"So you wish to know more about the wonders of shaking what your Mama gave ya, hmm?~ Well, you're in luck! Atua has gifted to me a wonderful device that can show allow you to know such pleasure!" Angie said, happily showing off a golden boombox. Kirumi and Maki...were not so impressed.

"Are you joking with us? Pretty sure the only thing that will show us is how outdated you are with the times." Maki snarked and Kirumi gave a nod.

"Indeed, I also fail to see how a boombox can better help us with understanding why people go crazy over others shaking their...posteriors." Angie let out a 'tsk, tsk'.

"Relaaaax...all will be revealed~" Angie said before turning it on to about 20% volume. The music blaring out was at a moderate level and both could easily identify as some form of rap...albeit one that was constantly emphasizing 'bitches' to 'drop it low and shake their asses'. Neither truly impressed lyrics wise...but the beat was strangely...hypnotic. Gradually, they started to nod their heads.

"Okay, so the beat of this is pretty decent...but I fail to see how trash rap is going to 'show us' anything." Maki said. With a sly grin on her face, Angie turned the volume up a notch. Volume 40%

The music was slightly louder now, but surely that wasn't enough...to...huh? By now, both women found themselves on their feet, their hips shaking gradually in tune with the rhythm. A...pleasant feeling spreading throughout their bodies, especially their hips.

"Starting to get it now?~ Hmm...but I suppose another notch will truly show you~" 60% now and as they adjusted to the new volume, to Maki's surprise, Kirumi had stuck our her backside, her heavy dumptruck bouncing in tune with the song they've been hearing.

"I-I've believe I can see the appeal to this~" Kirumi mused, and she wouldn't be alone, as Maki found herself squatting low just like her and shaking her backside as well. Though, with how low her skirt was, anyone could see her white panties sticking out from underneath.

"You are beginning to get there my dearest friends, but I assure you we aren't done yet~" 80% By now, the music could be heard from outside of Angie's workshop and anyone within earshot would be naturally drawn to the music to check it out.

But do the two twerking women care? Nope! In fact, their next actions would spit in the face of caring. Kirumi had ripped away her long skirt, proudly showing off her cheeks cladded in purple lingerie. As for Maki it was no issue to drop her skirt and tie her shirt to show off even more skin. She put her hair down!!

"Fuck yeah, turn that music up, Angie!!" Maki said, uncharacteristically feeling in a great mood from a 'trash rap' song. What neither woman was realizing was that their bubble butt's were already heavily increasing in size to the point that their underwear was ripping, trying in vain to hold out.

"Are you suuuuuure?~ Well, who am I to deny people having a fun time~" And with that, Angie turned the dial all the way to 100%

To outsiders, they could probably hear that boombox halfway across campus and back, but would gradually be lured in by that hypnotic beat towards Angie's workshop. Once there, they would see an astounding sight. Both Kirumi and Maki had stripped off even their shirts, leaving both in just their bra's as they were twerking their life out, both having the the time of their lives. Their underwear gave out and ripped away - leaving only giant buns that would wobble, shake, clap and even bump into the other every so often.

It was a sight to behold and enjoy...though not without a price. With a basket, Angie was going around collecting yen from the newcomers. She wasn't going to charge her friends for a good time, no way!

...But those who were new to the scene? They were fair game~

[dollarbin]

Dollar Bin #5:

Linda Ronstadt's Heart Like a Wheel

Let's jump straight to one of the best dollar bin records of all time. If you haven't experienced joy and peace regularly through a $1 copy of Heart Like a Wheel for the last 20 years you... are not me. And if you don't yet own a copy, have no fear. I guarantee that one eagerly awaits you in your local Dollar Bin.

I suppose we should clearly define the term "Dollar Bin" before this blog's swelling legion of 17 fans begins to toss the phrase around in an effort to win friends and influence their uncle.

Ideally, a Dollar Bin record actually cost $1. My beloved copy of Heart Like a Wheel meets that exacting standard. A secondary definition would refer to any record priced at a store's baseline rate. That was 25 cents when I started filling my own collection in 1988. Sadly, it's more like $5 in 2023.

But the term more generally means an album that is currently unappreciated to the point where it gets flipped past at thrift stores and yard sales. You're not going to find your coveted copy Ascension or What's Going On in the Dollar Bin, so, great as they are, they don't qualify.

Good old Gordon Lightfoot is lord of the Dollar bin. Snatch him up, and we'll talk about him at length in future posts. Neil Diamond, John Denver and Barbara Streisand provide the Bin's permanent bulk. You already know not to mess with that stuff. Stephen Stills records do not belong in the Dollar Bin. They belong in the garbage, or, better yet, they should be gathered up and hurled into the sun.

But Linda Ronstadt, I shall now argue, is the Dollar Bin's greatest living artist. Let's take a listen:

The arrangement, the pacing, the aching, yet powerful vocals: it's a perfect cover of a song I hope to never hear by anyone else.

Heart Like a Wheel opens with a song you'll probably hear on AM radio while seeking out this record in your thrift store's dollar bin. You're No Good is one of Ronstadt's problem songs in that it was borrowed from a Black artist so as to make her a billion bucks. Ronstadt began this trend a few years earlier with Rescue Me and carried it to a peak on Prisoner in Disguise a year later, where she covers everyone from Jimmy Cliff to Smokey Robinson. The simple truth is that the people privileged enough to buy records and see popular live music back then (and, I'm sure, still today) were predominantly white, and they felt far more comfortable with the seemingly white Ronstadt than with any of the equally talented black artists of the day. And so Linda's in the Dollar Bin and Aretha Franklin is not. It's supply and demand, people.

Happily, Ronstadt doesn't just karaoke You're No Good; she transforms the song into something swirling and smooth. If You're No Good sounds overly familiar today that's because it's good enough to have spent over 50 years on the radio.

Whenever the reverse happens and a Black artist fabulously transforms a song originally by white artist, that cover's greatness is often lost. Take Merry Clayton's version of Southern Man. Better than Neil himself? Maybe!

The fun twist on all this is that Ronstadt isn't actually white. She's Latina, a fact her white audience willfully ignored throughout the seventies, then embraced in the late 80's when Ronstadt powerfully forced her identify on them through her earnest and authentic Mexican records.

Ronstadt has always been a front line feminist and champion of progressive and independent ideas in music and popular culture. She dumped Governor Moonbeam in the 70's, proudly embraced being a single mom, cursed out George Bush on stage at the height of the second Iraq war's popularity and took in Linda Thompson when Richard did his own backstreet slide.

Anyone else in Ronstadt's shoes would have been content to sit back and be famous for her incredible looks and incomparable voice. But she hopped genres at a Neil Young pace and consistently promoted marginalized and overlooked voices (Heart Like a Wheel's title track introduced the world to the writing of Anna McGarrigle; a decade and a half later Aaron Neville became a household name thank to Linda).

The popular knock on Ronstadt, of course, is that she was never a songwriter. The familiar and accurate comeback is that she is a masterful song re-writer instead. That skill finds no better manifestation than on her version of Paul Anka's It Doesn't Matter Anymore. Anka's sings the song like he's serving up deviled eggs covered in his own chest hair; Ronstadt serves us ambrosia she smuggled off Olympus.

Heart Like a Wheel is chock full of bragging points. Ronstadt opens side two by showing that she can rock the mic on When Will I Be Loved. Unfortunately, the insufferable lead guitar work on the track will make you think Stephen Stills himself snuck out your dumpster and into her studio; happily, it's not him, it's multi-instrumentalist Andrew Gold demonstrating why he'd never become a household name. Stills himself was off sucking on an egg somewhere and the track fades quickly into a gorgeous and soulful renegade trucker epic, Willin'. The song gives us the joyfully silly image of Ronstadt smuggling weed, whites and wine across the border in a semi. But it rocks and Linda owns it.

As Willin' fades, we dive right into a truly vital track in the Dollar Bin. I Can't Help It If I'm Still in Love with You marks the first collaboration between Ronstadt and our very own Emmylou Harris. Both women would go on to talk about their relationship, which was born on that track, as critical to their lives. The terribly titled, but otherwise excellent, biopic on Ronstadt, The Sound of My Voice, climaxes with a modern day Emmylou breaking down while talking about Linda's Parkinson's diagnosis. All their future success and art both together and apart is simply and fully presented on I Can't Help It If I'm Still in Love With You. They carry Hank Williams' lyrics with perfect, sisterly grace. Mortals quake before them; beasts kneel. If Emmylou is God, Linda makes us polytheists.

So go get in the Dollar Bin. There's simply no better use of a buck than this nearly flawless record.

[ecommerce-yourguide]

Is Etsy a favorable marketplace for mom-owned businesses (mom-prenuers)?

The simple answer is YES. On a marketplace where 80% of Etsy sellers identify as women and a majority amongst them are moms, it is quite evident that this marketplace is just made for mom-owned businesses. I have come across several success stories portraying a happily married mom and a supportive wife who started an Etsy store and transformed it into a successful revenue-generating online business.

What makes it more interesting is the Etsy audience, which is quite sympathetic toward the story behind the seller and the product. Etsy audiences eagerly look for products that have a deep backstory behind them and this makes it more convenient for Mom owned businesses to put themselves out there and make a name on Etsy.

As a pro tip, If you are a mom and looking to start a business online on Etsy, you might consider a big Etsy event preferably Mother’s Day to introduce yourself to the Etsy audience. To answer your question once again, I would say - Etsy is an ideal platform for you to proudly call yourself a successful mompreneur.

[silver-blooded-synthetics]

@hawkinsweirdos-rp-80 asked:

🕯️ (For Errol and Henry from Little Spider aka Lorraine, haven’t sent you anything in a while 😭)

"She's our special spider angel and we love her in every way," Errol says proudly. "She's brave, kind, loyal, beautiful, intelligent, and has a quiet strength that not everyone sees. But we do."

"We want to give her the whole world and protect her from any harm so she can live happily with us forever without ever having to worry about anything hurting her ever again," Henry adds. "She deserves everything good in life."

[seiyasabi]

Bimbo Bitch

Y’all about to hate me for this one (つω`｡) I blame @kikyan , she helped me with this idea lmao 

(Here’s a Yandere Junpei x Bimbo Fem Reader :P I love Junpei, and tbh, I’d be too blind to see him being a weirdo lmao.

TW: Sex is consensual!!!, Junpei is possessive of you, vague mentions of violence (not towards reader!), you’re lowkey kinda a simp for him but it’s ok bc he’s constantly simping for u, voyeurism!!, he fucks you in front of somebody unknowingly!, creampie!, nipple play!, you have nipple piercings!, !talks ab breeding!, daddy kink!, he just loves u sm, talks ab marrying you!, doesn’t go w original story plot!, etc.. 

Please proceed with caution!! I’m sorry if this is OOC! )

“Junpei, Junpei! Look! I made us a picnic basket!” Your darling boyfriend turns from his conversation with his college buddies, giving you a bright smile. 

Your boyfriend has changed a lot since high school- he’s a lot more talkative, he works out, he practices self care (more like you force him into a chair and wash his face), etc.. He’s come out of his shell, and he’s on his way to becoming a prosthetic designer- both for movies and those who lost limbs/have deformities. 

When you run up to him, you give him a juicy kiss on the lips. You wore his favourite lipgloss, along with a pretty new outfit that you just bought. Your pastel yellow crop top barely covers your perfect tits, the new plaid pastel yellow and pink tennis skirt just barely covers your ass, and your new pastel yellow stilettos make your legs look really good. His friends, even after all this time, can’t believe that he scored a perfect 10 like you. 

The black haired man wraps an arm around your waist, peering down at the picnic basket you’re so proudly displaying. It’s a light brown wicker basket, which is practically half the size of you, “It looks great, pretty girl! Here, I’ll hold it for you,” He takes it from your hands, realising that you lugged an 80 pound basket across campus. You give him a smooch on the cheek, leaning into his warm side, looking only at him. 

“Thank you, Juni!” You give him another kiss,”During class today, Sofia said that the apple orchard is allowing picnics! Isn’t that great? You haven’t been outside since exams started, so-” 

He gives you a kiss on the lips, effectively shutting you up. Junpei’s heart feels so warm, you always care so deeply about him, and he’s so happy that you love him as much as he loves you, “That’s wonderful, precious,” He rubs your waist with his fingers, massaging the soft flesh, as he turns back to his friends, “I’m sorry, guys, but I’m a little caught up today. Maybe we can go to the arcade on a different day.” 

They all grumble in response, but they aren’t angry. They understand that if soulmates really exist, then the two of you must be destined for one another. 

“Yeah, yeah, the two of you can go simp over each other,” Hisahi jokes, making your boyfriend and his other friends laugh. 

“It’s lowkey gross how perfect the two of you are for each other,” Suzuki scoffs, as you grin brightly. 

“Thank you!” They laugh at your response, before your lovely boyfriend drags you towards the orchard. 

-

Junpei lays out the blanket that you packed in the basket, as you traipse along the rows of trees. He gazes at you with a lovesick expression, as he pulls out your pretty packaged food items. You tried to make cute little panda bear rice balls, but they ended up turning out like black and white blobs. The same goes with the strawberries- you tried to cut them into hearts, but they came out as misshapen red lumps. Just the fact that you tried to make him a yummy lunch makes a blush appear on his face. You’re absolutely perfect for him. 

You come rushing back with a large honey crisp, cheering happily, “Juni, look! This one is huge!” You plop on your knees on the blanket, before sitting criss-cross, effectively showing him your pastel pink panties, as you hold it up for him to see. Without warning, he lifts you onto his lap, making sure that his set up of your food didn’t knock over. He settles you on his lap, arms wrapped around your waist, as you continue to hold up the apple, but giggle happily. You kiss all over his face, as he removes one hand from your waist to smooth your skirt back onto your wonderful ass. He doesn’t want just anybody seeing his precious girl like that. If they did, he may have to blind them, because not just anyone can see a goddess in her natural state. 

“That’s a very nice apple, pretty girl. How about we wait to pick apples until after we eat what you made for us, okay? Wouldn’t want you breaking a heel,” He grabs a nearby container, opening it up to expose dumplings you’d made. They’re not perfect, but they smell delicious. He holds the container with the arm that’s still around your waist, whilst he picks up a pair of reusable chopstick with his free hand. Using the utensil, he grabs a dumpling, before bringing it to your lips. You happily take a bite, allowing him to finish the piece he just served you. 

“Is it good, Juni? I found a new recipe that I wanted to try!” Once he finishes his bite, he grins, giving you a smooch on the lips. 

“Yes, precious, they’re great! Let’s make them together next time, okay?” He grabs another one, bringing it up to your mouth, allowing you to eat happily. 

Junpei continues to feed you and then himself until all of the food is gone. Now with a full tummy, your darling boyfriend allows you to get up, his hand rubbing your food baby happily. His precious girl should never go hungry. 

“Let’s go, let’s go! I wanna get a lot of apples, Juni!” He chuckles, allowing you to drag him off to the area where you can get a bin for your pickings. He leaves your belongings behind, though he did put everything back into the basket, besides the blanket. The person handing out bins is an older man. The dark haired man notices the way the old man stares at you, as he collects the bin, making him pull you impossibly closer to his chest as you chat excitedly about finding an apple pie recipe. 

“Let’s go, pretty girl, we have many apples to pick,” He practically drags you away, but you’re nonthewiser to his harsh glare he’s currently directing at the old man. Junpei brings you back towards the area where your blanket is, helping you grab as many apples as your wonderful heart desires. 

Unfortunately, though, you become distracted by a full tree, skipping away from the safe confines of Juni’s arms. You grab as many as you can reach, unknowingly flashing your ass to those behind you. This is taken as an invitation by a creepy man. 

“Are you putting on a show for me, beautiful?” A nasally voice comes from behind you, causing you to whip around and face the person speaking to you. He’s a long blue haired man, black stitches on his pale skin. 

You take a small step back, not liking that Junpei wasn’t near you, “Huh?? A show? I’m just picking apples, mister!” You hold your large pile in your arms, holding them close to your almost exposed chest. 

“Don’t be shy, you know what you’re doing,” He steps towards you, causing you to take another step back. This man is scary, “Allowing your sweet ass to be seen by everyone, like a whore. But, don’t worry, I can put you in your place, babe. Just come over to mine-” 

You feel arms surrounding you from behind, the smell of Junpei’s cologne telling you that the person is your pretty boyfriend, “We’ll pass.”

One of your boyfriend’s large hands pulls at your skirt, making sure it’s fully over your ass, before giving it a soft pat. The blue haired man smirks at the two of you, “Oh? You have a boyfriend? He doesn’t look like much.” 

The dark haired man goes to speak, but you cut him off, an uncharacteristic frown on your pretty face, “Don’t say that! Junpei is my whole world!” This blue haired man sure talks a lot without much meaning. He doesn’t know that your precious boy started to work out so he could lift you with ease, that he buys you gifts every week, that he takes you on dates almost every day after he works, that he takes good care of you, even though you’re a bit airheaded most of the time. 

Junpei gives you a smooch on the forehead, trying to calm you down, “Sir, with all due respect, I don’t give a fuck what you have to say. Now, my girlfriend and I will be going now- don’t bother following us,” With that you both head back to your blanket, where the bin of your previously picked apples sit right next to the blanket. He helps you put away the apples in your arms, before wiping you off of any dirt or pollen. 

“Thank you, Juni. I’m sorry for wandering away, I saw a big tree, and-” He shuts you up with another kiss, falling back on the blanket with you practically straddling his hips. He deepens it, making it so you’re practically shoving your tongues down each other’s throats. His hands are settled on your hips, as you can’t help but grind against his clothed cock. 

There’s no one around the two of you, so all you can hear is the both of you whimpering against one another. He pulls away from the kiss for a moment, taking in your smeared lip gloss covered face with fondness, “It’s okay, precious, I know how dumb my pretty girl can be. That’s why I gotta marry you, right? Make sure you’re safe and sound,” He pulls out a small box, flicking it open, exposing a beautiful engagement ring. Your eyes are wide, mouth falling open, as you squeal with happiness. 

“Yes! Yes, Juni, I’ll marry you! I love you so much!” He’s glad you didn’t ask what he had to do to get you the ring. People pay a pretty penny for others to go missing, but it’s worth it if his perfect girl feels loved. Though, he did have a hard time figuring out when to propose. 

“I love you too, (Your Name), more than I can ever express,” He plucks the ring from its case, grabbing your right hand, and sliding it onto your ring finger. Junpei allows you to hold up you hand, face lit up with pure, unadulterated awe. 

“Woow! It’s so pretty!” He threads his fingers with yours, yanking you back down to him, allowing him to bring you into another messy kiss. With your free hand, you swipe his hair away from his face, exposing his scars. Breaking the kiss, you smooch all of the marks marring his milky skin, “But not as pretty as my pretty boy!” You grin at him, as tears dot his lash line. You must love him a lot to deal with his ugly side too. Grabbing him by the front of his shirt, you pull him up until he’s at the same height as you sitting up, allowing you to caress his face with care, “I think we’d make pretty babies, Juni.” 

He smirks at that, releasing your threaded fingers, before pulling down your pastel yellow top. You didn’t wear a bra today, which allows him to get an eyeful of your perfect tits. On each nipple, there’s a silver bar that ends in pink hearts. You give a small squeal when you feel him cup your boobs, the predatory look on his face sending lightning bolts to your pussy, “Yes we would, precious. And your pretty tiddies would swell with yummy milk, isn’t that nice?” You nod your head rapidly, a bright smile on your face. 

Junpei lightly pinches at your nipples with his forefingers and thumbs, relishing your whines and gasps. Massaging your fleshy boobs with the rest of his fingers, he ducks his head down to take a nipple into his mouth. This immediately gets you moaning, your boyfriend knowing that your breasts are quite sensitive. Your hips move on their own, grinding against his growing erection, as your eyes practically roll to the back of your head. 

He separates from your nipple for a moment, taking in your already fucked out expression, “Hmm, looks like I gotta get you used to nursing, huh, pretty girl? Look how sensitive you are,” You pout a little, but your eyes are still glazed over with lust. 

“Yes please! I need your help Juni,” You rub your pussy especially hard on his covered cock, “Want you to fuck me already! My pussy is so wet, Daddy, need your cock.” 

He grins at you, giving your nipple a harsh suck out of nowhere, causing you to moan and rut against him harshly, “You sure, precious? Don’t need Daddy to finger your pretty cunny open first?” You shake your head, hands gripping at his pecs through his oversized shirt, “If you’re sure, pretty girl, take out my cock, and you can use me how you want, okay?” 

You nod your head rapidly, dumb fingers relentlessly trying to unbutton his jeans, before pulling down his boxers and exposing his well maintained prick. It’s a pretty pink, large tip standing out against his circumcised cock. A large bead of precum rolls down his shaft, as you all but jump his bones, “Yes, Daddy! I want you to give me a baby!” You push your pretty pink panties to the side, before rubbing your sopping cunny over his tip. Junpei’s hold on your tits tighten, as he toys with your nipples teasingly, staring at you like you’re the sun to his solar system.

He lets out a grunt when you force all of your weight down on his shaft, sheathing him deep within your perfect pussy. You let out a girly squeal, relishing the way he fills you to the brim. His cockhead is practically breaching your cervix, which he knows all too well, as he starts to grind against your sensitive opening with his cock, “Not yet, pretty girl. I gotta marry you and buy you a house first,” He smooches you right on the mouth, before returning to your perfect tits, sucking and pinching your nipples like a madman. He’s practically motorboating you at this point.

You let out a small whine, but that doesn’t stop you from bouncing on his cock like a good girl. Using all of your strength, you begin to bounce. You both moan, relishing the feeling of one another. Wet slaps are heard, as your sopping cunny practically soaks your boyfriend’s jeans. 

Junpei finally releases your tits, in favour of gripping your waist, and fucking into faster. Your hands somehow ended up underneath his shirt, allowing you to scratch at his muscled shoulders, “Daddy! Daddy! I love you!” You kiss him messily on the mouth, feeling him smirk against you, “I love you and your fat cock! Fills me up so good!”

He gives your hips a squeeze, making sure to angle his hips just right, so that his pretty girl squirts all over his cock, “I love you too, precious. This perfect pussy is squeezing me so tight,” He lets out an orgasmic moan that goes directly to your pussy, forcing a small orgasm out of you, causing a small stream of squirt to wet your thighs. You let out a small squeal, clenching around him without warning. He grunts, the noise coming from deep within his chest, as he finally pushes you back onto the blanket he laid out. 

You’re immediately put into a mating press, legs hooked over his shoulders, as he bucks into you at top speed. The noises you let out are positively sinful, as your eyes roll to the back of your head, and Junpei presses a kiss to your lipgloss smeared lips, “Right there, Daddy! Right there! I’m gonna-” 

He suddenly rubs your clit harshly, causing you to have a full body orgasm. Your legs shake like you’re ceasing, fingers gripping the blanket as hard as humanly possible, all whilst you squirt uncontrollably all over the two of you. Junpei quickly cums after you, his cum practically flying out with your squirting orgasm. He looks down at your fucked out face with fondness, you’re so beautiful. 

Removing your legs from his shoulders, he settles you down on the blanket, and smiles at you, “Are you okay, precious? Did I go too hard on you?” He pulls your shirt back over your breasts, as he places fleeting kisses all over your face. 

You give him a pretty smile, “I’m good, Juni. It felt so good,” He leans down, and presses a smooch against your lips, before he pulls your panties back over your soaked cunny. 

“You made a mess, pretty girl,” The words seem scolding, but his tone is loving, “How’re we supposed to go home without everyone knowing I fucked your perfect cunny?” Your face feels hot at his words, as you pout. 

“Juniii don’t say that!” He laughs at your whining, using the blanket to wipe at the wetness that coats your lower half. Once done, he flips your skirt over, covering your pussy and upper thighs. He then tucks his cock back into his jeans, before buttoning and zipping them.

By this point, it was starting to get dark and cooler. Your cute outfit does nothing to cover you, making your boyfriend concerned. Taking off his t-shirt, he quickly pulls up your arms, and slips it onto you. If it was big on him, it’s huge on you, settling almost at your knees, “Can’t have my princess catching a cold,” He states with a soft smile. You can easily see his forming muscle, showing how his efforts are paying off. 

“Thank you, Juni,” You grin at him, lipgloss still smeared, hair looking crazy. Licking his thumb, he wipes the gloss from around your lips, giving you a kiss once he’s done. He then smooths your hair back into the position it once was in, effectively hiding any sign that he’d just rocked your world. 

He helps you step off of the blanket, before folding it up, and placing it in the wicker basket. Hoisting up the apple bucket in one arm, he grabs the basket in his other, “Let’s go home, precious. You deserve a nice, hot bath.” 

Giggling, you and Junpei make your way home. 

Whilst you’re all rainbows and sunshine, your boyfriend is getting ready to kill. Did that blue haired freak really think he didn’t see him? He’s not invisible. 

Giving a sigh that he masks as a grunt, he looks at you with fond eyes. It makes sense why that weirdo would want you, you’re the perfect woman. But, he should know that you’re not his to take. 

So, Junpei will be sure to give him a lesson later, seeing as the creep is currently following the two of you home. 

[lanawinterscigarettes]

The Breakfast Club members dating someone who's nonbinary

A/N: more pride content, yay! :D also this is set in the 80s, but it's pretty loose when it comes to accuracy since the term nonbinary wasn't coined until many years later

Warnings: being nonbinary in the 80s, some transphobia mentioned, swearing

Claire Standish

As uptight as Claire might be, she's pretty well-versed when it comes to gender politics

Around her friends, she acts like she doesn't care all that much, and she probably won't even correct them when they misgender you due to fear of judgment, but when you're alone she shows you that she really does by using your correct pronouns and stuff

If you don't like the clothes you own because they make you dysphoric, she'll happily take you out for a "gender affirming shopping spree", as she likes to call it

The look of pure joy on your face when you see yourself in the mirror for the first time, wear clothes that truly fit you- it makes her smile to know that she helped give you that kind of happiness

Andrew Clark

Andy may be somewhat of a himbo, but he's not just some dumb jock; he listens when you explain things to him about your gender identity and always corrects himself if he makes a mistake when referring to you

He always protects you from transphobes, even if it's from someone he's on the wrestling team with

He's even gotten in to some fights before over someone purposely trying to make you feel bad for being nonbinary, I'm not gonna lie

He always comforts you afterwards, telling you not to listen to those dipshits and reassuring you that you're perfect just being you

Brian Johnson

Brian is literally so sweet about it; he does his research and always checks with you before using gendered terms to make sure you don't feel uncomfortable

All of Brian's friends are supportive, too, which means you're probably close with his inner circle

If some annoying transphobe tries to pull the "there's only two genders" argument he's definitely the type of person to tell them how wrong they are and will even use science to back it up

You end up having long discussions over gender roles and politics together, sometimes with his friends and sometimes when you're alone

John Bender

Bender doesn't know too much about pronouns because of how little he pays attention in English class (or in any class, for that matter) but for you he definitely tries to get it right

For example, when he's about to use the wrong pronouns he always ends up catching himself and uses the correct ones before he accidentally misgenders you

Like Andy, he's gotten into fights for you over people making fun of your gender before; but unlike him it's a significantly higher amount as he doesn't have any potential sports scholarships to worry about

He not the best comforter, but if he sees that what someone said genuinely hurt your feelings he'll hold you as you cry (and make sure to beat them up afterwards)

Allison Reynolds

Allison knows what it's like to feel like an outcast for something you can't control, so she gets it

She always affirms your gender and uses the correct pronouns, so there's no worries there

Like Brian, you also have deep and thought out talks on gender roles, but it's usually only when the two of you are alone

If she sees someone openly harrass you, she probably won't do anything about it in the moment because of her hatred of confrontation, but she'll definitely check up on you afterwards and make sure you're okay

She ends up painting a landscape for you in the colors of the nonbinary flag, which you proudly hang up in your locker

~

Taglist: @anxiously-sad @iloveentrapta @ghot-girl @your-next-daydream

[djrogers-barnes]

Stucky X Reader - No Damsel Here - Part 3

Character Paring: Stucky X Reader

Wordcount: 820

Warings: Swearing. Finding Nemo (Is that a warning? I mean...)

You could think of worse places to be than sandwiched between 2 super soldiers. Well, it was only one at that particular time as Bucky had taken himself off into your kitchen, borrowed one of your hair ties, and was now cooking pasta for the 3 of you, but you were happy enough.

You weren’t entirely sure how you had been coerced into letting the boys cook and take care of you but you had. One moment Bucky was sat beside you, arm around you and eyes fixed on the movie, and the next you were leaning on steve’s shoulder with your legs tucked under you as pots and pans clattered around the kitchen.

They decided that takeout was probably a bit much, considering the men had also come ladled with chocolates and ice cream as apologies.

You tried with all your might to keep your eyes on the tv as steve drew little shapes on your arm with the tip of his finger but now and then your eyes would drift over to the open plan kitchen or the hand that rested on your stomach, that alone was enough for the blood to come rushing to your cheeks. The movie was more of just background noise as a million thoughts raced through your head.

Why were they so determined?

Why did they care so much?

Did Bucky mind how close she and Steve were sitting?

But then again he had held your hand the entire time in the coffee shop, so did Steve mind?

It was odd, you’d never been this worried over such little things but something about them made you nervous.

“Dinner is served” Bucky said proudly as he carried in two plates of tomato pasta with parmesan. You sat up happily and took one of the plates. It smelled amazing. There was a small chuckle from each of the men making you look up.

“What?” You asked confused as both of them looked at you with smiles.

“You look so happy doll. I would have gifted you pasta a long time ago if I knew it would make you smile like that” Bucky teased and Steve hit him playfully as he took his own plate. You blushed and looked down at your pasta with a slight laugh. Where had these men been all your life?

“It’s been awhile since I’ve had a home cooked meal. When it’s just me, I usually order in or buy single meals” You said with a slight grimace to think of the microwave meals.

“The joys of living alone” Steve nodded and you scoff playfully.

“Please, you haven’t been alone in what? 80 odd years?” You teased and Bucky sniggered under his breath at Steve’s shocked look.

“Now that was uncalled for love” He said and you just smiled before starting to eat your food.

“My goodness Bucky this is amazing” You said, taken aback by the how nice the pasta tasted. The soldier just shrugged

“It was suggested I took up a domestic hobby to help rehabilitate” he said shyly and you felt guilt fill your chest.

“I’m so sorry I did-“

“No, no Doll, it’s alright. I love to cook and that’s the reason why” he shrugged making you smile at how brave he could be.

“We’re proud of you for it” Steve said gently, taking Bucky’s hand in his and rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb lovingly.

What were you doing? You had almost forgotten they were together. Just the two of them. You felt ashamed at the way you were thinking and feeling.

Both Bucky and Steve noticed how you recoiled into your seat. Their smiles dropped as Bucky panicked. Had they done something wrong? Steve gave Buckys hand a soft squeeze of reassurance.

“so what did I miss?” Bucky asked as he slid into the couch with his pasta balancing in his arms.

“Nothing much, he’s lost his son after being over too overprotective because the mom and all their other kids were killed. And now he’s on an adventure with a cute but crazy girl” You explained and Steve looked as if you were crazy.

“How did you manage to make finding Nemo sound like a true teen thriller?” He laughed. You just shrugged and ate your pasta happily, your worries fading away almost instantly.

“I have a special talent. I can bullshit my way through pretty much everything” you said cheekily and the two super soldiers laughed.

Just like that, the night went on and every time you felt insecure or intrusive it was quickly sat down by the overwhelming feeling of comfort and familiarity. You didn’t have to try with Bucky and Steve. They didn’t have to try with you. It was a happy medium with witty comments and comebacks. All three of you were more than thrilled that the boys had camped outside your door that day.

Tagged: @tripletstephaniescp @cynic-spirit @tenaciousperfectionunknown

[headcanons-for-all]

Can you do platonic headcanons for Big Mom, Smoothie, and Pudding with the 47th and youngest son (one reason Pudding likes him is because he called her third eye pretty) who is the favorite of pretty much everyone in the family, and has accidentally eaten a Devil Fruit that gives him Neopolitan’s Semblance please?

Big Mom, Smoothie And Pudding Reacting To The 47th Son Gaining Neopolitan's Semblance From A Fruit

Big Mom was the reason you found the fruit, noticing it disappeared and beginning a widespread search around Totto land for the devil fruit. Only after noticing you're sudden fear of water and random teleportation did she realise you accidentally ate the thing.

If it was any other child that ate the extremely powerful paramecia, she would have quickly taken at least 80 years of their lifespan. However, it was you who ate it, the only child that Linlin seemed to show genuine love for, so she wasn't too mad.

With you being so young, this left time for you to train the fruit more then any other Charlotte child so it was actually quite a good thing you ate the fruit when you did since you can grow with it.

She personally attends a majority of your training sessions whenever she isn't busy, plus it let's her see the true power of the fruit. Being able to create practically physical illusions is an extremely valuable power.

She can already imagine you on her shoulder and tricking Kaido with illusions of her crew. His face if he saw two of her would make her cackle like crazy!

Smoothie was shocked to see you using your powers for the first time. You created an apple and tried to eat it, only for it to shatter and cut your mouth, causing Smoothie to rush you to the closest nurse in the Chateau.

Asking around her siblings to see what the oldest knew, she learned that you had consumed a paramecia class devil fruit that let you create life like illusions that seemed to be physical and real until hit with something strong enough to shatter it. They even felt like real things before shattering and becoming glass.

Smoothie was so proud of you, her favourite baby brother. She happily came along to watch you practice your abilities which included making clones of people, making objects, shape-shifting, changing the environment and much more.

She could barely express how impressed and proud she was. She gave you so many headpats to show off how amazed she was at your newfound devil fruit abilities.

Smoothie definitely began going around and telling everyone that she was your favourite since you showed her your powers, despite you showing literally everyone of your siblings...they were still jealous though even at the thought that they weren't the favourite-

Pudding was just walking through the chateau when she bumped into...herself? Both of the Puddings mirrored one anothers actions for a few minutes, beyond confused, before you came along and got rid of the Pudding illusion and hugged your sister.

After taking a second to get over that, coo over you and hug you back really tight, she began asking some of her older siblings if they knew what just happened.

Learning you had now eaten a devil fruit, Pudding became so happy and proud of her precious baby brother. She adored the idea of the both of you being the youngest with devil fruits, you can be a lil duo!

She proudly carried you on her shoulders as you went around Whole Cake Chateau, using your new devil fruit powers to play pranks on the chess guards and chefs so you and Pudding could have a laugh.

Pudding happily flaunted to her siblings about the day you had together for the next week or two. Whilst the siblings she told were happy to hear that you were happy, they wished they shared that day with you as well.

[free-pool-trash]

utopia- peter maximoff

yeah... im back being in love with Peter <3 enjoy loves <3

word count: 3k

warnings: angst and fluff, wandavision spoilers

id be open to writing more parts if anyone was interested <3 (I wrote this at 4am if it’s all over the place im sorry)

masterlist

You didn’t know much, but one thing was for certain; you didn’t belong here.

This morning you had opened your eyes and were met with a town that seemed like the very definition of the suburban dream. Your mind screamed at you as soon as you came to in the strange and indisputably new environment, telling you that this town was your home. The fact that you couldn’t remember anything before your eyes had fluttered open didn’t fill you with the utmost confidence about the legitimacy of the voice in your head, or the utopia that surrounded you.

All you knew was that you came here to look for someone. This someone was someone very important to you and you had a feeling that you were exactly where you needed to be to find this someone. There was one minor problem though; you didn’t have a clue who this special someone was, just that you needed to find him.

Cautiously, you found yourself wandering the town that seemed to be lost in time. All of its residents dressed like they were all attending an 80s themed party, yourself included. You couldn’t recall pulling on the ridiculous getup but that voice told you not to worry about it. It wasn’t long before you were in the middle of the town square, people bustled around you happily, all of them eerily going about their day as if they hadn’t a care in the world. Nobody looked stressed or sad or anything other than animatedly happy.

The realisation caused a slight panic to begin in your chest, there was something very wrong happening here and you didn’t know what. The very second you began to show anything that didn’t come across as positively blissful, the voice you’d been hearing since you opened your eyes sounded in your brain, louder than ever.

You are happy here. WestView is home. You are home.

Despite her soothing tone, you weren’t convinced.

“Who are you?” You demanded out loud, whipping your head in all directions, eyes set in a glare as you watched the citizens of the town acting none the wiser to your question.

Within seconds a woman appeared before you, a sweet smile on her face and two children by her side. “Hey there, you must be the new neighbour.” She spoke kindly, something familiar about the woman caused you to immediately relax in her presence although that relaxation felt somewhat… forced.

With a hesitant nod you looked around again, you brought your eyes back to the little family and offered them your best friendly smile, “It seems I must be, yeah.”

The lady giggled and held her hand out towards you, “Nice to meet you, I’m Wanda. And these two are Billy and Tommy.” You took her hand in yours, suddenly overwhelmed with an influx of thoughts that didn’t seem to be yours. Suddenly you were giving Wanda the most sparkling smile you could manage, not entirely sure why your mouth had formed such a smile for a complete stranger.

“Pleasure to meet you all.” Were the only words you could manage, still riddled with confusion as to what was going on.

Wanda returned your smile, Billy and Tommy seemed almost enamoured by you as they both stared at the new arrival. Glancing at her boys, Wanda knew she’d have to keep a very close eye on you, you were a mutant and stronger than even you knew, hard to control. But she had let you through her barricade as soon as she realised who you were and why you came.

“What’s your name?” Billy had asked and Wanda grew nervous as she noticed your eyes lose their smile for a second as you blanked on the simple question.

What was your name? It took you a moment or two before you regained your composure and extended your arm to the little boy in front of you who shook it excitedly, “Y/n. My name is Y/n, it’s really nice to meet you two.”

“Say, would you like to come and have dinner with us?” Wanda offered and you nodded your head gratefully.

“Dinner would be lovely. I’m feeling quite airy today, a good feed might help.” You told her with a laugh.

You walked to what you assumed to be Wanda’s residence, Billy and Tommy spoke excitedly to you as you walked, the pair of them strolled on either side of you fighting for your attention and entertaining you as they constantly tried to one up each other.

“You’re so cool! I can’t wait for uncle piet to meet you!” Tommy commented, prompting a soft smile from Wanda and an agreeing nod from Billy.

With a laugh you ruffled the boys’ hair, “Uncle Piet, huh? I bet I’m way cooler than that guy.”

“Don’t let him hear you say that.” Wanda laughed, her hold on you lessening as you began to relax on your own accord.

It only took a few more minutes until the four of you arrived at their house. As you entered you took a second to take in the interior, the 80s theme not as glaringly out of place to you as it had been earlier.

“Vis! Pietro! I’m home and I’ve brought a guest!” Wanda’s sweet voice sounded from the kitchen.

“Uncle Piet hurry up! Come meet our new friend!”

“Come on! Come on! Hurry up!”

Billy and Tommy yelled up the stairs impatiently and you smiled fondly at the boys, crossing your arms over your chest as you anticipated meeting ‘the funnest guy in the whole world’.

“M’coming! Jeez.” The deep voice made you freeze. For the first time since you arrived in WestView you could finally say you recognised something.

The thumping of feet running down the stairs had your heart beating out of your chest and when you finally came face to face with the man the twins had praised so highly you thought your ribs were at risk of breaking from how rapidly it was pumping.

The man looked at the twins, expectantly, “Alright. Where’s the one making you two so excited?” He hadn’t noticed you yet.

With a shaky breath, it bagan coming back to you, he was the someone you were looking for. He wasn’t just someone special, he was your love. And there he stood, silver hair unkempt as usual and his signature grin painted his lips.

“She’s-“ Billy started but Peter cut him off.

“She? You guys get yourself a lil girlfriend? Huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows and you couldn’t help the breathless laugh that left you. He was still your Peter. Funny, lighthearted, great with children and not completely thoughtless behind his gorgeous doe eyes like the rest of the town’s residents.

The airy laugh caused a shiver to run up his spine. No, you couldn’t be here. Not you. But he knew without even turning his head that it was you, his girl, the love of his life. The loyalist person he’d ever had the privilege of being able to love. Of course you’d follow him to a whole different reality.

He whipped his head in your direction, his mouth falling open as his eyes landed on your form, your eyes shining the way they always did when you’d see him after a long mission.

“Peter?” The boy felt his heart crack as your expression dissolved into something between confusion and panic. He quickly zoomed over to you and pulled you into him, pressing your head into the crook of his neck to hide your expression from Wanda who had yet to return from the kitchen.

His lips hovered close to your ear, “Pietro, you have to call me Pietro. I’ll explain everything, I promise just act natural for me, alright?” He murmured, moving his hand comfortingly up and down your back, aware that the twins were watching Peter pulled away but wrapped an arm around your shoulder and you forced yourself to smile as the pair of you faced the boys.

“How’d you guys manage to find my girlfriend in this dump?” He asked jokingly, smirking proudly as their faces dropped.

Billy glared and raised his little eyebrow at his uncle, “Your girlfriend?”

“You were right, you two. He definitely is the funnest person but I still win in the cool department.” You said, laughing nervously and hoped you weren’t being too conspicuous.

“Oh come on,” Peter groaned, “I haven’t seen you in forever and you’re already making fun of me in front of my nephews? That’s cold.” He pressed his lips to your temple, keeping them there for a few seconds, they were firm and sure and they let you know that he was really with you, you’d found him and he was real.

When Wanda re entered the room you felt your shock ebb as if it were being drowned beneath the surface before you could calm it naturally. You allowed your body to melt into Peter, your unintentional, sitcom worthy smile making his way across your lips again.

“Oh good, so you two have met then?” Wanda grinned, knowingly. Peter gave her a grin of his own.

“We’ve done more than meet.” He told her suggestively and you poked his ribs gently.

“You should’ve told me you were a Maximoff,” You giggled out as Peter littered your face with kisses while the twins gagged, the silver haired man pulled away from you for only a second to stick his tongue out at his nephews before he returned his attention to you as you chastised Wanda softly, “I would’ve been able to prepare myself to see this loser.”

Peter scoffed and gently pushed you away before speeding to catch up with your body. He wrapped his arms around your torso from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder, “She loves me really.”

Peter knew exactly what Wanda was after; a perfect family. He understood that’s what she wanted but he didn’t know how far she would go to achieve that goal. He had to make sure you played along, he couldn’t lose track of you again.

Your next words caused a stir in the hearts of both the siblings, your head was turned and your gaze was locked on Peter’s face, eyes free of any outside emotion as you broke out of Wanda’s hold and what Wanda read off your face wasn’t fear nor confusion, it was nothing but pure adoration for her brother.

“I do. I really do.” You told him, eyes becoming glassy before Wanda managed to regain control of your mind. You cleared your throat and gave Peter an airy smile, gently placing your lips against the curve of his jaw and he bit the inside of his cheek as he held you, allowing the conversation to flow easily and trying his best to support you as you unknowingly exhausted yourself fighting against his sister's hold.

He had a feeling you hadn’t remembered your mutation yet. You were one of the most powerful mutants Xaviers School had ever seen, your powers similar to Jean and Charles himself. Telekinesis was a tricky game, especially when you weren’t aware of it.

He remembered when he’d met you, you were with Charles and Hank, in his basement and asking for his help. He smiled to himself when he thought of how you’d been just as confused as him at the time.

You had no control over your telekinesis back then, similarly to now as you sat playing a board game with the twins, lights would flicker when you laughed and the very ground you walked on would shake if you got angry enough.

“Her mutation, it’s strong.” Wanda commented breezily as if it were nothing, floating through the kitchen going about her business as Peter’s eyes never left your form.

With a sigh he murmured, “She’s powerful, Wands. Trust me when I tell you that this whole thing could come crashing down if you don’t let her access her mutation.”

Wanda paused, her jaw clenched. With a flick of her wrist the panel that was allowing Peter to gaze at you from his place in the kitchen shut in his face. He turned to face Wanda then, an incredulous look on his face.

“What do you mean.” Peter only let out a tired laugh.

He shook his head, “Why did you let her in in the first place? You could’ve kept her out if you didn’t want her here.”

“She came for you, Pietro. You were the only thing on her mind. I didn’t realise she had power until I’d let her in.” She seethed, glaring at Peter.

“Maybe this was a mistake…” Wanda began, clenching and unclenching her hands as she considered her next actions. Noticing her uncertainty, Peter stood up and approached her as she spoke, “I should send her back.”

Panic flooded the speedster and before his sister could so much as move a finger he grabbed both of her hands in his, “No!” He shouted, desperately.

“Please don’t. I’ll look after her, just… just don’t take her away from me. Not again.” He begged, shaking his head frantically and Wanda knew in that moment that sending you away would create more problems than it would solve.

With a steady nod Wanda squeezed her brother’s hands, “She’ll stay here. But she’s your responsibility now. If she becomes a problem she’ll have to go.” His sister explained causing Peter to once again nod his head frantically.

“There’s an empty house next door. It’s yours, take her home, she’s tired I can tell.” Peter left the kitchen without another word, a smile on his face as if the conversation with Wanda hadn’t shook him to his core.

When he entered the living room he watched fondly as Billy tried to impress you and Tommy sat contently beside you. Wanda had released you from her influence and you were simply fighting sleep while simultaneously keeping the twins occupied. Even without your mutation, Peter knew you were a superhero.

“Alright, nerds. Stop bugging my girl.” Peter walked casually to the couch and pulled you up gently, kissing your temple like he had done earlier, “Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

When he pulled away you were looking at him, your expression somewhat defeated, “Home?” That’s right, he reminded himself, you didn’t know where home was.

He nodded gently, interlocking your fingers with his and led you to the front door.

“Bye boys!” He called over his shoulder, not bothering with a proper goodbye tonight.

True to her word, the house next door was vacant and ready for the couple to move into. As soon as the front door was shut Peter attached his lips to yours, feverishly moving his hands to your cheeks as you melted against him.

“I’ve been looking for you for so long.” You croaked, pulling away, select memories had began to return upon meeting his lips.

Completely overwhelmed you nuzzled your cheeks into his palms when tears began to leak from your eyes. Peter pulled you closer, bringing his forehead to rest against yours, “I know, baby. But I’m right here, I’ve got you.”

His words had only served to push you further towards the edge and you gripped his wrists to keep his hands in place, using him as an anchor. He shushed you gently once the picture frames nailed to the wall began to clatter against the plaster while you struggled to even out your breathing.

“I couldn’t think, Pete. I couldn’t- I couldn’t keep her out. There’s something so wrong here, we need to get out- we have to get out.” You rambled, tears streaming down your face now as the panic Wanda had pushed away from you earlier now manifested into a full blown panic attack.

“Hey, hey, hey, Y/n, look at me, okay? Neither of us are under her control right now, you’re safe, you’re with me and I’m not going to let her so much as flick her wrist at you, do you understand me?” He spoke steadily and sternly, caressing your face so gently as if he was afraid you’d break.

After a second or two, the walls stopped shaking and you let Peter guide you to the stairs and into a double room. Carefully, he undressed you and redressed you into the shirt he’d been sleeping in, something in him just knowing being surrounded by his scent would calm you down.

Your hands snaked around his waist after he finished getting himself changed, with a content sigh you pressed your lips against his shoulder before pulling away to look into his eyes, “You’re sure you’re okay?”

Peter nodded his head, eyes softening at your concern, “M’better now.”

Before you could respond Peter had zoomed the pair of you into the floral double bed. He lay on his back, his silver hair sprawled against the pillow and his eyes looking at you contently. You gazed at him from your space against his chest, your body completely flush to his, the arm he had wrapped around your waist making you feel safe.

He hummed in approval as your finger lazily traced his jaw, he grinned dorkily, he watched your eyes fluttering open and shut as you struggled to stay awake. Peter wrapped both arms around you tightly, pulling you up ever so slightly to let your face rest against the crook of his neck.

“I love you, Y/n.” He whispered when he felt your fingers toying with his hair gently.

You hummed, pecking the skin of his neck, “I love you, Peter. Or should I say Pietro?” He couldn’t stop his chuckle when he felt your lips form into a smirk as you continued to peck lightly at his neck.

Peter shook his head, his hands moving up and down your back, slowly and softly as he told you, “Nah, I just wanna be Peter with you. You’re the only person in this wacko town who knows who I am.”

“We’ll get out… and then we can go back to being whoever we were before we ended up here.” You spoke sleepily, but honestly, he knew you believed what you were saying.

He wanted to ask why you��d put yourself in this situation but he knew why. And he knew he’d follow you into anything like this too.

Maybe he shouldn’t have been proud of the love the pair of you shared, considering it had landed you in a borderline tyrannical suburbia. But even a barrier that wiped memories, a witch who could bend time, space and the very reality around her couldn’t keep the two of you apart.

Neither of you knew what would happen in the future but that didn’t matter so long as you had each other. As your breath evened out against his neck Peter promised himself that he’d find a way to get you both out, get everyone out.