#I pretend to like honeybuns

[wonryllis]

さ 𝇃𝇂 ENHYPEN WHEN THEY GET JEALOUS OVER A GUY HITTING ON YOU.

╰ 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽.

𝒏o𝓉ℯs. the trigger of possesive enhypen 𖥔 ݁ fluff and love, and your man, LIBY? fem!reader requested word count ` 1513 unedited.

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 you're at the mall to watch a marvel movie together all excited. and there's this boba store right next door to the cinema hall, they have your favorite flavour but there's a long ass line. heeseung baby being down bad for you is rushing to get you what you want without a thought. even if he has to miss the grand opening scenes, he's getting you that boba you love. he's literally right next up when he notices this weirdo approach you. quickly gets your drink and runs back, more like long intimidating strides with a deep ass scary voice,"babe, who's this guy?"

immediately notices the dial pad open on his phone understanding that this frog was asking for your number. does a whole public display of affection, putting in the straw, holding the cup while you take a sip, squeezing your cheeks and going,"does my sweetcheeks like it?" leaving a kiss when you nod. "m sorry do you like need directions or something?" he's so jealous right now that this guy thinks he can bag you, and he's gonna take it out by embarrassing him. what to do you're so beautiful that flies keep getting attracted, he's found a tactic for this.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 okay now this one is the wooing stage where you're seeing each other every other day but do not have a strict label yet, more like jay trying to do all it takes to win your heart. with the gentleman he is definitely it doesn't take him long but there are times when he's not so gentlemanly though not to you, you'll forever be his queen. it's friday night and he shows up at your doorstep unannounced waiting for you to get back home to surprise you with a bag of your favourite takeout. he's just steps away from your apartment door when he notices the bouquet of flowers stuck on the door with a small bag hanging beneath.

immediately searches through it to find a note with a number. types it in and makes a call giving the guy a really good piece of his mind to stay away, throwing away the flowers and the gift in the bins downstairs. and then he spots you talking to some guy? okay now he doesn't know if it's the same one or someone else so doing what would be graciously the best he walks over and pretends to be your boyfriend,"hey honeybun, i was waiting for you upstairs with this," showing the bag of food triumphantly and and then giving a sly look over to the guy.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 so you're in ikea looking for a new bed for jake because y'all broke the last one while pillow fighting on it. cliche but you get lost amidst the aisles and jake is roaming around tryna find you first whereas you are least concerned about being separated like you'll reunite at some point anyway? right? however just two meters away from your boyfriend and some dude is walking right up in between, hand scratching the back of his neck just like how jake used to do early on in the relationship.

literally as awkward as it can be, the guy going on about how he's been looking at you for a while and how he'd like to get to know you, while your eyes are trained behind him at jake who in turn is shooting daggers at the guy. you don't know what to say hoping jake would come over but he's too busy feeling the jealousy lol, "my man wouldn't like that and neither would i so plea-" "oh come on he's not here is he-" "ayo sorry to disappoint buddy, but her man's right here," at first jake was super jealous like feeling the need to claim dominance but lord the moment you referred to him as 'your man' he's forgotten all about it.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 you were meeting up for a lunch date at your favourite place. and as always hoon was running a little late, leaving you waiting outside the restaurant. you're just on a bench nearby texting on your phone, when you feel someone sit beside you. you smile, thinking it's your lovely boyfriend but when you look up you find an unfamiliar guy grinning his tooth out at you? "hey i was watching you and you seem to be alone," oh no you already feel it going bad "uh no, im not alon-" "i was wondering if you could give me your number, i'm fun to be around really," he keeps on interrupting you again and again when you try to tell him you're not interested and taken.

"my pretty girl, let's go," sunghoon shows up, taking your hand into his and leading you away into the restaurant, straight up ignoring the guy. internally he's quite literally fuming his fists iching to throw a punch at the guy who thought it was okay to hit on you like that. he excuses himself to the washroom after placing the order to secretly check if the guy is still lingering around and if he is then god save him from sunghoon's wrath lmao.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎 you're in the mall,. shopping together, going around stores and trying on clothes. you find these bunch of cute floral print mini dresses and sunoo so encourages you to give it a try and see if you like it, promising to stay close by the fitting rooms to have a look and give feedback. however when you open the door for the third outfit instead of your darling there's a staff waiting around. he's immediately jumping at the opportunity to compliment how your body looks so good in it and how you rocked the previous dresses too. "uhm yeah thank you, but the man here-"

"babyyy, im so sorry i went to look some more for you and look what i found, you'd look so damn pretty in it all for me to see," sunoo walks over with a lingerie in his hand ksjskjskhhsj, he hands it over to you with a lovely smile on his face but as soon as you close the door, he's so giving it to the guy for trying to hit on you, "don't you think it is inappropriate to be saying all that to someone who clearly is not looking for and does not absolutely want your advice? and you're at work don't you have basic employee customer decency, where's your manager, i wanna speak to them,"

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 this guy is always on his toes to pick you up from anywhere and everywhere. this time it was the library you frequent. it was late in the evening and it was raining, the perfect scenario for jungwon to be a knight in shining armour. by the time he's reached, you're supposed to be waiting by the door as your texts said but you're nowhere to be found. baby is confused, doesn't waste a second to go inside in search of you. and he's so glad he did because the first thing he sees is you uncomfortably standing by the front desk seemingly talking to the librarian guy.

the same one whom he has always noticed giving you the ogly googly eyes whenever he's been here with you. however won never thought of doing anything about it because it never went beyond just lovey dovey stares. until today that is,"excuse me i don't think you know but this gorgeous lady right here is in a committed relationship and we'll appreciate it if you stop with these inappropriate advances, it's really disrespectful to us both," damn that guy he got the message so clearly he ain't looking your way ever again,"let's go baby," jungwon is so coddling you after.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 boy doesn't show a lot of his emotions especially in public. his best response to jealousy so far has been to stay quiet at the moment and then later on try to do more pda and all to show you're taken. this time it was valentines week and everyone at college was going around gifting chocolates and roses and other cutesy gifts. of course riki planned out a whole romantic date with your favourite flowers and sweets and everything thing you love. also he had this plan on that random people would come over to give you roses on his behalf and the last one will be him.

however it takes a twist when the random guy with the rose doesn't just leave after handing it to you, he's asking for your damn number man, riki gets so pissed, ready to throw hands more frustrated- jealous than ever especially that his secret plan is getting ruined, also he's like right beside you? "shut up, take this shit back and know your place!" he literally snatches the rose from the small bundle you hold and shoves it roughly into the guy before taking you away,"im so sorry baby for getting angry, i promise this won't happen again everyone will know you're mine,"

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[ryanwinsatlife]

Demon Twins AU Idea

(Got a little carried away, but here you go! Short version: while Damian learns from their father, Danyal is investigating the Fentons. They try to do a vivisection on Dami, and Danny is NOT having it. He goes a lil berserk)

When Damian al Ghoul is sent to learn from the Bat, Danyal is sent on a long-term undercover mission.

Two scientists, Doctors Jack and Madeline Fenton, had discovered a new type of Lazarus Water. Danyal was to be adopted and report back on the differences between the Pits and this “Ectoplasm.”

One day, just a year into his mission, Danyal is investigating the nonfunctional portal when a large bookshelf covered in various samples topples, forcing him to duck into the portal and, unfortunately, the “on” button.

Danyal al Ghoul, the Shield to the Heir of the Demon, dies.

When ghosts begin to come through the portal, Danyal fights them back with an ecto-scimitar and a quiet determination that the American Government discovers nothing about the paranormal invasions.

When the Fentons find out that Danny is a halfa they don’t rush in, they’ve seen Phantom fight. They bide their time, creating a ghost-specific poison of diluted blood blossoms, slipping it into his food.

Danyal realizes he’s been poisoned too late. (Damian would be disappointed)

When he comes to, he’s strapped to a metal table in flimsy paper clothes. He feels weak, like if he sat up he would pass out.

Jack and Madeline are standing above him.

“Look honeybun! It’s awake!”

“Thank you sweetie! Now,” Madeline says, “while I am impressed that you managed to pretend to be human for so long, you did make a mistake.” She smiled, turning to rip a sheet off of-

Damian.

(His twin, his brother. He looks like he has been dragged to hell and back already, bloodied and barely breathing.)

“You really shouldn’t have based your human form on a celebrity child.” She taps a finger to her chin, thinking, “The real question is who should we start with? The monster or the template?”

“I say start with the boy lovekins. I wanna know what made him easier to mimic than anyone else.”

When Madeline picks up a scalpel, Danyal glares.

When she walks towards Damien, his twin freezes.

When she moves to cut into his twin, all The Shield can see is green.

When it fades, he is clutching his Ahki to his chest in Nanda Parbat.

[frankcastlescumslut]

A House in Nebraska

pairing: frank castle x f!reader

word count: 3.8k

warnings: gore, violence, minor character death, amy bendix (lol), language, angst!!, eventual smut

summary: He was afraid of you. Afraid that you had made up your mind and had enough of him, that this was the final straw. But the worst thing, he decided, was the possibility that this, that he, was enough for you—that you would pledge your loyalty to a man like him. To a life like this.

a/n: hey! I’ve been sitting on this idea for months and finally ready to work on it :) this will definitely be a two-parter(maybe more), but I’m selfishly enjoying this little AU loosely following season 2!!!!

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comments/reblogs/likes are so appreciated, I love to hear your thoughts <3

“So… how did you guys meet?” “Stay still.” The strong stench of rubbing alcohol burned your nostrils as you leaned over, her foot tapping mindlessly beneath her crossed legs. “You didn’t answer my question.” “Amy,” you interrupted, her blue eyes baring right back into yours. “If you want me to paint your nails, sit still.” She huffed at that. You were used to it by now, never taking her attitude personally because being sixteen was hard enough, so you paid no mind. It was almost reminiscent, a painful familiarity with the way she embodied your sister, but you chose to forget the feeling like your life depended on it. In a way, it did.

Her nail disappeared beneath a glossy black polish, the surrounding skin also falling victim to an unsteady hand. She let out a sigh and continued to count the number of stripes on her socks.

“We met in Nebraska.” “Nebraska?” She sounded disgusted, and the small room filled with laughter. “What the hell is in Nebraska?” “Absolutely nothing.”

Ghosts. Distant memories. Everything was in Nebraska.

It’s where he found you, hiding as some housekeeper in a shitty motel. You were both running from things neither of you cared to talk about while sober, so you didn’t, but he kept looking for reasons to come back.

He blamed it on the esteemed breakfast, a vending machine honeybun, but you saw through him like he was an apparition haunting your strained heartstrings.

Come with me, he asked. Where to? You didn’t really care.

You were in too deep by the time you made it to Michigan—you both were, and yet neither one of you would admit it. There was something sacred about the secrecy and inability to label what you both knew was love, or something like that; it was too precious, and you avoided any chance at jinxing it.

“But you two are together, though, right?” Amy was obsessed with knowing everything. You think it’s her way of pretending that everything was fine. Fine.

“No.” “Oh.” She straightened a bit, and you didn’t miss the way her brows furrowed. “That disappoint you?” “A little.” “Good,” you smirked. “You’re too nosey.” “I call it a healthy amount of curious.” Her back hunched again, and she watched the way your eyebrows scrunched over her fingers. “You guys are shit at hiding it, anyway.” You chuckled at that, manually manipulating her hand to inspect your work. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Oh come on,” she says matter-of-factly. “You guys fuck.” “Amy!” You could feel your eyes bulging from their sockets. “I knew it!” She clapped her hands before jumping from the mattress. “You don’t know anything.” “Oh come on,” she searched your face, expecting to find any confirmation to her assumptions, instead finding your lack of eye contact disappointing. “Not even once?” “No,” you lied. “Happy?” “Not really.”

The mattress failed to hide the sound of her disappointment as she threw her body onto the spare bed. You allowed yourself to find amusement in her attitude long enough to sift through a dirty duffel bag, keeping your mind occupied with something other than Frank’s absence.

Gaining Amy meant losing Frank. Hour by hour, piece by piece, chunk of flesh by chunk of flesh. The waiting never grew easier, but you adjusted, just like you always do, ending up in motels that smelled like damp polyester and cigarettes.

“I’m starving,” she groaned, pulling you from your thoughts. “We’ll get something soon.” Your stomach gurgled in agreement.

Static crackled throughout the room, momentarily stunning you, before being replaced by a weather report.

High of 89 today with an 80 percent chance of rain, folks! Grab an umbrella and stay dry!

You laughed to yourself at that—stay dry—like you ever left those shitty rooms.

It was bittersweet with Amy. You missed the sun. You missed the late night diner runs. You missed waking up to forehead kisses and soft touches. You missed the easiness of it all, pretending to be two normal people that had two normal lives, and now you were confined to a room that reeked of nail polish and gunpowder. A prisoner and caretaker.

“What do you want for dinner?” you asked, attempting to lighten the mood. “Huh?” “Dinner,” you stated. “I’ll go when—“ A knock at the door ended your conversation. “Amy,” you locked eyes with her, “get in the closet.” Your voice dropped to a whisper as you pointed the gun towards the door. “No, it’s fine!“ She practically leapt from the cheap mattress. “Closet. Now.” Your arm aches almost as much as your stomach as Amy reaches for the door handle. She was so far away, it seemed, and your legs felt cemented to the floor. “I ordered food,” she smiled, opening the door to reveal a woman holding a box. “See?”

It felt like you were staring at one of your polaroids; Amy looked pleased, beaming at you with a sense of accomplishment that she got dinner. That she could do things. That she didn’t need your help—Frank’s help. Her smile was radiant, and for a moment, you almost felt sorry for her.

“You can keep the change,” Amy offered the woman a handful of cash before turning to you with that same naivety.

Stupid, stupid girl.

You knew it was coming, and yet your stomach still dropped when her smile faded and her eyes bulged from their sockets. Amy’s lips moved frantically, but you were too focused on the way the woman’s gun left imprints against her temple.

Stupid, stupid girl.

The woman looked satisfied, puffing out her broad chest while Amy tried to talk her way out of it. “Kid,” you commanded her attention, ignoring the way you could hear Frank’s voice in the back of your head. She stared back at you, tears welling in her eyes, and you hoped to God that she would understand what you meant as you meticulously cocked your head towards the closet.

The stranger wasn’t an idiot, and she shuffled backwards, somehow digging the gun further into Amy’s head. “If you try anything funny—“

Point. Shoot. Kill.

Amy flinched as warm blood decorated her cheeks like a crimson blush.

You wish you could embrace her and muster out a lie—that it’s all over, that everything is okay now, that things can go back to normal, but you can’t, so you pull her into the room. “Closet, now.”

She listened, for once, ducking her head and hurrying to the small space Frank had designated as hers. A part of you selfishly wished she had fought back against your order. Maybe then things would feel normal, and you could pretend that the brain matter surrounding the door frame was some maximalist’s creative direction. Maybe then you could imagine that the body below you was just a rolled up carpet that was being discarded because it was too much of an eyesore for the motel regulars.

You pretended, ignoring the corpse’s vacant gaze as you patted its body, shoving any remaining bits of your humanity down as you pocketed a wallet and fully loaded gun.

Point. Shoot. Kill.

It was one of the first lessons you had learned while on your own, and one that Frank never let you forget. He was right, unfortunately, and heavy footsteps reiterated the importance of the mantra as they approached your temporary home.

There weren’t many places for you to hide, but you made it work, you had to. The bathroom was small and smelled like mildew, but you couldn’t care about the dangers of black mold when you had a target on your back. The gun felt lighter in your hand this time, and your posture felt natural as you crouched against the bathroom wall.

Time didn’t exist in moments like this. The moments where the world sounded like warm, rushing blood and high pitched screeching. Moments where you become reduced to your primal state, clenching jaw and eyes blown wide as they study the mirrored motel room. Moments where you held your breath, watching and waiting in anticipation of who would barge into your temporary sanctuary, noting the constant footsteps..

The footsteps never stopped, not even as they stepped over the limp body and pooled blood. You foolishly hoped you would have been met with the familiar darkened gaze, that he would lift you by your shoulders and tell you that you did good, but the man that barged into the room was ruthless. Cold-blooded.

His gun was already drawn, spraying the mattresses and walls with bullets and fury, sending drywall crumbling and flaking onto your head and shoulders.

Point. Shoot. Kill.

You inhaled, not even considering it could be the last time your lungs expanded to its full capacity, before glancing in the mirror a final time.

You looked like a version of yourself you had buried long ago—a version that hadn’t emerged since you had left home. It was reminiscent of something you fought to avoid, but you couldn’t run this time, not as the pang of gunshots echoed throughout the motel room.

He moved quickly, and you wondered if he was trained on the same basis: shoot first, ask later. He wasn’t the first one you had encountered, trigger-happy and determined, and you knew they always ran out of bullets quicker than they should.

Your golden opportunity sounded like a few seconds of silence followed by a huff of air leaving your lips before you reached around the corner, catching the man off guard as you unleashed three rounds towards his rigid frame.

“God damnit!” he shouted as a bullet ripped through the meat of his thigh.

His eyes were black, rolling into the sockets like a blood hungry shark, and you genuinely thought his teeth would crumble under the pressure of his clenched jaw.

The bathroom was no solace; you were cornered, backed into a cage like an animal waiting for its turn to be brought to the slaughterhouse. Surrendering wasn’t an option. It didn’t exist for people like the one hunting you—for people like Frank.

The thought of Frank coming back to your makeshift home, littered with blood and bodies, made your stomach churn. It meant you failed, that you weren’t capable of keeping up with him, and it was embarrassing. You failed him; you failed Amy, and you failed yourself once again, though that mattered little anymore.

Your golden moment was quickly interrupted by the sound of grunting and a continuous stream of popping inching towards your hiding place. The wall exploded and ceramic tile flew towards your face before you realized what was happening, and you instinctively receded towards the small spot between the toilet and cabinet.

“Come on out, honey,” he called. “Can’t hide forever!”

You could tell he was hovering outside the remnants of the doorframe, probably waiting for you to crawl out so he could pretend to be merciful by putting a bullet in your head, but his labored breathing told you everything he wasn’t. Your guess was a severed artery, and although he should be down by now, you learned to never underestimate a man with nothing left to lose and steadied your gun on the edge of the counter.

“Just tell me where the girl is and we can figure this out like adults!” “Like adults?” You called out, scanning the bathroom for anything that could help your situation. “Sure,” he huffed out. “We can play house after this. What do you say?”

The toe of his boot peeked around the corner, and your body moved before your mind could catch up.

The man let out a guttural scream and folded in half, instinctively grabbing his bleeding foot. You wasted no time yanking the cheap plastic shower curtain from its holdings before leaping towards the assailant.

He looked like a beached shark, thrashing beneath the fogging curtain, but felt more like a mechanical bull as you held onto him with your thighs, tightening your grip around the curtain.

It happened quickly. So quickly that you hadn’t registered the throbbing pain in the base of your skull as you crashed into the already crumbling drywall. You weren’t sure how he stood, how he gained enough momentum to fling you off of him, but your mind and body remained disconnected as he towered over you.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time,” the man coughed, failing to cover his mouth. “Where’s the girl?”

This wasn’t supposed to be the end. This was humiliating, and yet there you were, blinking away stars and choking on dust. You attempted to sit up straight, regaining your dignity, before your knuckles hit the familiar carbon steel.

There was only one shot, and you prayed Amy had made it out and ran as far away from you as she could—this wasn’t a place for young girls, yet you felt small enough in that moment. This wasn’t the way things were supposed to be.

Point. Shoot. Kill.

He fell with a great thud, nearly landing on top of you. His mouth and eyes were still open, completely unsuspecting of his demise, and you were hypnotized by the crimson dripping from the bullet-sized hole in his forehead.

It was seamless, and you think Frank would have been proud had he walked in through the blown out door, but he doesn’t. Nobody was coming.

“He talked too much.” Her voice startled you, and you instinctively reached for the gun. “Whoa,” she warned, “it’s okay, it’s just me.” She showed her palms, emerging fully from the small closet.

“Amy,” you whispered, afraid that she was just an apparition.

“You okay?” She knew it was a stupid question the second it left her mouth, but she asked anyway—she at least meant it.

“Fine,” you huffed, pushing yourself to your feet. “We have to leave.”

“Leave? What about Frank?”

You had already limped across the room, adding the new guns and wallets to the duffel bag, and didn’t need to see the confusion on her face to know she was skeptical of your plan. “He’ll find us,” you tried to believe yourself, but you knew he would understand.

You’d had this conversation before; if anything were to happen to him, you and Amy were to find a Madani somewhere in New York. It was a 10 hour drive, but you were confident you could make it in six if you left now.

The room felt smaller with two bodies and crumbled drywall littering the floor. You could ignore the claustrophobic feel, but Amy stood frozen in place, studying the tread marked puddle of blood beneath her feet.

“Hey,” you started, “look at me. Look at me, Amy.”

She was pale, her eyes sunken into their sockets. It was impossible to make sense of how she looked so young, yet so hardened at that moment, but there wasn’t enough time to wonder. “Amy, we have to go, okay?” Her cheeks were soft beneath your palms. You tried to pull her from her trance, begging her to come back to the shitty motel room of death, but she stayed tucked away in the safest corner of her mind.

“You’re bleeding,” she muttered. “What?” “Bleeding. You’re bleeding.”

Her eyes led a trail to the soft curve of your waist. Your shirt stuck to your skin with an uncomfortable warmth, and you pretended it didn’t ache when you placed a few fingers over the gash.

You wanted to laugh at the irony, deluding yourself with a false sense of accomplishment. It was always too good to be true, and you were reminded of the cruel fact that things could always be worse as the sound of heavy footsteps pulled you from the pain. Amy ran towards the familiar hiding spot without being told, and your heart broke into smaller pieces.

It was getting old, the pointing and shooting and killing. It was getting old, and you were tired of calling the shots—you were tired of waiting for Frank to come back.

Fuck him. Fuck him for leaving you. Fuck him for leaving Amy. Fuck him for making you add two more heads to your roster.

Your arm ached as you leveled the gun, and you let out a sharp cry as your skin pulled in separate directions, the cotton of your shirt peeling from the wet wound. It was a matter of seconds before you would claim your next victim, but all you felt was the burning rage towards the man that left you in this position. It was automatic at this point; all you saw was a threat, so you acted, unloading rounds until all that remained was a busted door frame and tear stains against your grimy cheeks.

“Shit,” he whispered, not even acknowledging the body that he stepped over. “No no no, what happened?” He strung a hand behind your neck, forcing you to watch the way his eyes scanned your face. He meant well, you think, but you couldn’t look at him, especially as he thumbed through the tears that escaped your waterline. “Where’s the kid?”

God damn him. “Closet,” you choked out.

He was gone as quickly as he came, and your knees took the brute of the fall with a thud, masking the sound of the closet doors falling as Frank ripped them from the hinges. The stars in your eyes glistened, your peripheral shrinking, and you weren’t even sure if he was real. If he had actually come back, if he had actually left you on the floor, face to face with your bloody work.

“You okay, kid?” He crouched to her level, but she quickly uncurled herself, practically jumping from the small space to push past Frank and joined you on the damp carpet. “Are you okay?” she asked, her brows furrowing as she studied your face. “I’m fine," you whispered, bracing yourself against the mattress to hoist yourself to your feet. Frank hovered, like he usually did, unsure of his place between the two of you. His anger was palpable, and you made yourself as small as possible, limping towards the disheveled duffle bags. He watched you, noting the way you winced with each step. It killed him, knowing that his shit would eventually catch up to you, too, but he gulped it down, turning his attention towards Amy.

“I’m sorry,” Frank started, grabbing Amy’s shoulders before bending to her level. “I’m sorry this happened. I shouldn’t have left.” “I’m fine,” she mumbled. “Seriously. It could’ve been worse.” “Yeah, you coulda been killed. I shouldn’t have left you alone.” He regrets it as soon as it leaves his mouth.

Alone. The bile rose from your stomach and burned the lining of your throat at the indirect insult.

“I wasn’t alone,” Amy snapped at Frank before sinking into the mattress. “Look, this is all my fault. I was the one that ordered food, she didn’t know.” It was humiliating having Amy come to your defense like that, even though she was right. Frank’s stare burned, and your feet involuntarily took you to the destroyed bathroom to escape his attention. “What?” He spat. “I mean, really. I probably would have died but she handled them.” She crossed her arms against her chest. “It was actually kinda cool.” “There’s nothin’ cool about this,” Frank hissed. “C’est la vie, I guess.” “C’mon,” he ordered. “Pack up.” “Everything’s already ready.” She motioned towards the perfectly lined duffle bags that you had assembled.

He didn’t have much to say. He was almost relieved at the fact that you were ready to leave him. You could make it on your own, he knew that much. You were strong enough, but a part of him wished you didn’t have to be—that you didn’t have to deal with his shit.

Amy watched as he shifted his weight outside the bathroom door, his fingers flexing and clenching in anticipation.

His heart broke as he caught a glimpse of your reflection in the busted mirror, your head hanging low as you sat on the edge of the bathtub.

He was afraid of you. Afraid that you had made up your mind and had enough of him, that this was the final straw. But the worst thing, he decided, was the possibility that this, that he, was enough for you—that you would pledge your loyalty to a man like him. To a life like this.

“Time to go,” he finally knocked against the remaining wall. You were quick to listen, pretending that you hadn’t been crying, and you pushed past him. The carpet squelched beneath your stride, and you ignored it long enough to pull Amy into your chest, focusing on the sweet smell of her shampoo. She stayed there for what seemed like forever until she became cognizant of her flickering facade. “You okay?” you whispered, nodding your head as if you could somehow convince her she was. She followed suit, swallowing down any trace of emotion that threatened to spill over, but her eyes betrayed her. Frank had seen enough.

It was too much—too much of a reminder that he had failed again, that his perpetual failings would always result in the loss of a life. Your commitment to Amy’s safety was evident; it was a continuation of what you couldn’t give your sister, and he was ashamed that he brought you back to the place where he met you. “Let’s go,” he cleared his throat. You listened, as you always do, breaking your moment of respite with Amy to shove two heavy duffle bugs over your shoulder, not caring to look behind you as you head towards a bulky van. Amy watched you disappear, shuffling her feet in frustration. “You really should take it easy on her.” Frank said nothing, instead sifting through the empty pockets of corpses. “Hey,” she kicked the limp hand, forcing Frank to stop his search. “I mean it. Lighten up.” “You done?” He stood, completely towering over Amy. His jaw clenched against his will, yet she held his gaze. “Be nice.”

“Time to go.” He didn’t wait for her, so she watched her footing as she tiptoed over the broken bodies.

She lingered in the doorframe, committing the bloodbath to memory. It was fucked that she had to—that the motel room reeked of blood and guts instead nail polish remover and pizza. But that’s how these things went, and you watched from the safety of the van as she slammed the door shut on that dirty fucking room.

You pretended that her clumpy mascara was still intact as she climbed in the van's backseat. She pretended you didn’t jump at the sound of Frank slamming his door closed as he slid into his seat. He pretended that this wasn’t his karmic debt catching up to him.

A caravan of fucking liars.

“Where are we going?” Amy broke the uncomfortable silence, and you held your breath. “New York,” he said with a sigh.

New York, a Madani, and a caravan of liars.

There was a poetic moment of silence and anticipation, and then the engine roared to life.

next chapter

[koithelittle]

cg!wilma moodboard (+some hcs)

day 2; a character you hc as a caregiver

wilma soot (sorry boys - we became painters)

note; i’ve only recently started writing for her but she’s so fun and lovely that i couldn’t help it chcjdj— she’d just be such a cool and fun cg!

paci credits; thepaciproject on ig

navigation

other moodboards

challenge list (creds; @buttercupagere )

(hcs under the cut!)

loves setting out outfits and pjs for you when you’re little (or not), she just finds it so fun to gather little cute outfits and help you dress up!

big big fan of arts and crafts time with you! finger painting, coloring, christmas decor making !! she always has a craft box in each room (living and bedroom) and there’s always an easel or craft set up in the dining room!

morning cuddles with you is a must, holds you as she wakes you up with quiet coos and soft kisses on your face!

bathtime is one of her favorite times! she just loves getting to watch you play and make sure you’re alright and having fun. your giggles and babbling is her favorite sound and she loves to see what kind of things you’ll draw on the tub ! (she joins in on the drawing sometimes!)

you love to stick stickers on her face, whether it’s adhesive gemstones or just colorful stickers—you like to make her a ‘masterpiece’ as she says! she adores it and loves to tell you how much she loves your art!

she loves to match with you, so whether it be matching hats or socks or bows in your hair, it has to be matching bc you’re just a mini wilma!

her favorite things to be called are usually mama/mommy but she also loves wilm/birdie!

she loves to call you her little artist, sweet baby, honeybun, etc! just super sweet n cute names

she wouldn’t admit it but she loves giving you strawberry milk when you ask for it!

she’s a bit more light on rules but she does make sure her little is well cared for and protected. so safety scissors, supervised bath times, outside playtimes with her in close radius with you, etc. she also makes sure you don’t get sick on sugar! but will treat you if you’re extra good!

naptimes mean being rocked by her as she hums a silly song and kisses your forehead!

she melts when you ask for a bedtime story! she’ll give you options; “do you want a book story or a mama story?”

if you chose book, she’ll pick out a few and have you pick the one you want!

if it’s mama story, she’ll take a second to pretend to think before settling on making up a new story about the queen and her little love !

overall a very sweet and loving cg and will devote herself to caring for you<3

taglist; @jjtheresidentbaby

[shooting-love-arrows]

Me to Mortician!Yandere:

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ପ(˶•-•˶)ଓ ♡ Gimme more plz (I’ll be a corpse if ya want me too)

/づ づ

I finally figured out why I can send the picture! It is because Tumblr doesn’t like anons sending em ૮₍⇀‸↼‶₎ა!

Also, I love love love Mr. Mortician because I actually want to be a Mortician! It’s one of my dreams!

As odd as I know that may sound ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

So I think me and him would get along swimmingly!~

I love the way you wrote him and I can’t wait to see more of him!~

On another note, how do you think Mr. 1950’s Husband or even Mr. 1950’s Rich Man would react to a Mortician darling? I actually was thinking about asking and then you posted about Mr. Mortician, lucky timing I suppose ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა!~

Anywho, I’ll give ya another *squeeze* and some bread since ya seem to like it so much on the way out, and hope you have another dazzling day/night my darling honeybun!~ <3

Also, hope you enjoy TWST (Twisted Wonderland)! I’ve fallen in love with it too! Who’s your favorite as of right now? Mines Idia!~ ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა

- ໒꒰ྀི ˶• ༝ •˶ ꒱ྀི১₊˚⊹♡

Dear ໒꒰ྀི ˶• ༝ •˶ ꒱ྀི১₊˚⊹♡ Anon,

You don't need to be a corpse but sometimes it's better to pretend to be one. After all, you are dealing with a walking red flag. But remember to remind him from time to time that you are alive. Oh, he loves you too. In fact I belive you are love of his life. This man falls last but harder. If you want more of him and you have some ideas, my inbox is at your disposal (requests will be written after I'll reopen them)

Wow, I didn't expect that. It's not odd at all, dear. What an interesting choice of career! You're the first person from my surroundings who’s interested in becoming a mortician. I certainly hope you'll achieve your dreams. It's such a pity! Well, I'm certain your fanart is fantastic. No need to feel sad about such trivial matters. Remember, do things that will make you comfortable. I have a favor to ask you, if you could send me a part of your post about how my yanderes would react to mortician! reader again. I'll gladly write them later but now I'm focusing on completing the requests. You can just copy and paste that part. Thank you for understanding in advance. Thank you for your squeeze. I needed it. Well, my day is fine but it seems that sickness decided to pick me as its next victim 😔 About the bread. I mean, there is this anon jumps in my inbox from time to time and gives me free food. (I appreciate the thought behind it!). Who am I to decline it? Anything you will give me is fine dear. Now I'll go and eat this bread with some good, homemade jam. Hope to hear from you soon and have a wonderful day (even if it's not daytime), my darling pink rose! P.S So far I enjoy it. Perhaps it's because I love the stories they were based on. Right now, I am stuck on Vil. Our unapproachable and mean Queen is just pulling me in. India, my spiritual animal, has a great potential to be an adorable husband. Imagine a reverse version of the myth about Persephone and Hades. Instead of Hades aka Idia seducing you it is you that do so. He would stop functioning, I'm telling you. P.S.S I went all out on this answer, huh?

@shooting-love-arrows

[donttakecandyfromastranger]

Life on Mars? (Dustin Henderson x Reader)

Chapter One: Fake Boyfriend

Description: The younger sister of Steve Harrington has a bit of a predicament, her best friends keep pestering her about not having a boyfriend so Dustin offers to pretend to be her boyfriend.

Warning(s): None, I don't think, kissing ig

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It's finally Saturday, meaning that I don't have to worry about your friends pestering you about not having a boyfriend. They keep asking if I have one but I always respond with an extremely vague answer.

I'm at Family Video with Steve, my older brother, and Robin Buckley, who is currently having a conversation with Dustin Henderson, he is my brother's best friend. I'm just glad that Tommy and Carol are gone, I hated them.

"I'm in a predicament," I tell Steve.

"What's the problem?" He asks.

"My best friends keep pestering me and asking if I have a boyfriend, which I don't. If I tell them that, they're gonna pester me even more. I don't know what to do," I explain.

Robin and Dustin look over and me and Steve, clearly interested in our conversation.

"Get a boyfriend?" Steve suggests.

"I would but I don't like most of the dudes at school." I explain, "My friends all date athletes but the only athlete that I'm okay with is Lucas Sinclair because he's actually a decent human being but he's one of my friends, and I couldn't see him any other way. Any other guys that I'm actually okay with are the Hellfire Club and that's it."

"I could pretend to be your boyfriend," Dustin suggests.

"I thought you had a girlfriend?" Robin asks.

"No, me and Suzie broke up," Dustin responds.

"Oh," Robin says.

"That's a good idea, Dustin," I say.

"Absolutely not!" Steve exclaims, "Not happening, I don't care if it's fake! No!"

"What? Why not?!" I whine.

"Dustin is my best friend, he's off limits," Steve tells me.

"That's why we're pretending," I respond.

"Fine," Steve sighs.

~

It's Monday morning and I go to pick Dustin up, I pull into his driveway and wait for him to come out. I see him open his front, walk out, close it, then run to your car looking oddly excited.

"Good morning," I say, "You look really happy."

"I don't why, but I am," He answers with a chuckle.

I back out of his driveway and start driving toward school. "We need a story and a plan," I tell him.

"Okay, about we've been together for almost two months and have been keeping it a secret," He suggests.

"That works," I agree. "We should walk in holding hands, I'll go sit with my friends when we get there, you kiss me, if you're okay with that, tell me bye with some cute name then sit with your friends. You can tell them the truth if you want, I planned on telling Lucas, Chrissy, and Eddie the truth."

"Okay, I'm fine with kissing you. I'm probably gonna tell my frien- wait, are you friends with Eddie?" He interrupted himself with a question.

"Oh yeah, we're friends. He calls me 'Certified Dumbass'," I tell Dustin.

"Why?" He laughs.

"He said that he was a metalhead and I wasn't thinking and said 'Oh my god is your head made of titanium or something?'," I sat the quote with a gasp, imitating how you said it to Eddie. "He was like, 'No, it means I listen to metal music!' and I was like, 'Oh yeah makes a lot more sense.' So his nickname is titanium now. I also call him Eduardo."

"That's great," He chuckles.

I pull into the school parking lot. I park and we both get out of the car.

He opens the door for me and we both walk into school. Dustin grabs my hand right after the door shuts, he walks you to the table that your friends are at, since it's winter almost everyone is in the cafeteria.

I let go of his hand and move to face him. He leans to capture my lips in a kiss that probably should not be this passionate, clearly getting caught in the moment, he puts his hands on my waist and pulls me closer to him. I immediately feel butterflies in my stomach, but at the same time, this doesn't feel right. We both pull away out of breath.

"I'll see you later, Honeybun," Dustin says.

"Bye, Dusty," I respond.

He pecks my licks then turns to walk towards his friends.

I look at my friends and they all have very shocked looks on their faces.

~

I open my locker, fortunately the only friends that have lockers beside me are Lucas and Chrissy and my locker is sandwiched between theirs.

"Y/n, what the hell was that in the cafeteria?!" Lucas somewhat yells, his pitch sounds like yelling but his volume sounds like talking.

I explain everything to him, about what happened at Family Video, my friends pestering me, mine and Dustin's plan, etc…

"That was really acting, N/n," Chrissy compliments.

"Thanks, Chrissy," I respond. "Could you guys go along with this, meaning please don't tell Jason."

"Don't tell Jason, what?" Jason asks, suddenly appearing behind Chrissy. "About your new boyfriend, I'm pretty sure the whole school knows, Y/n."

"No, it's something else that you are not allowed to know, it's between me, Chrissy, and Lucas. Not you, sorry, bro," I say then close my locker and head to first hour.

[hekateinhell]

♡ Hospital AU Lestat and Armand 🏥💕

*DYING at you picking an AU that technically does not exist yet lmao I'm obsessed! I really did love the back-and-forth tweet fic style thing with DA + everyone else who contributed because this one is just really fun and kinky and I've missed them!!

So for the sake of headcanons, let's say they're at the point in their relationship where they just started dating. Armand and therapist!Lestat are still engaging in unethical BDSM activities in the workplace (Armand is still seeing cute anesthesiologist!Daniel on the side; he doesn't ask about Lestat's extracurriculars).

Hospital AU tag for anyone who wants to know what exactly is going on here... you'll miss some stuff if you have the default 'Mature' content filters on, go check that if you follow me please. 🥹

NSFW below the cut.

Who is the most affectionate?

It's a weird transition from "Armand bending over Lestat's lap, spreading himself open and waiting for an insertion of some sort — in a purely professional capacity, of course" to "Hey, want me to pick you up after your shift? It'll be 3am..."

At first Lestat's somewhat hesitant to cuddle Armand because Armand just looks so standoffish and disinterested sometimes (hilarious considering Lestat's already had Armand panting and rutting against his jeans while Lestat fucks him with a silicone impression of his dick right there on his therapy couch).

But he gets over it by their second sleepover and just grabs Armand in this massive bear cuddle and pins him to his chest. Armand's startled at first but then he reaches up to grip Lestat's forearms and doesn't let go. Hard to envision a world where Lestat isn't the golden retriever boyfriend, and he is definitely still the most affectionate of the two, but Armand's much more open now that Lestat's ripped that Band-Aid off for them (so to speak).

Armand showing affection looks more like kissing Lestat's temple before leaving his office after one of their "therapy sessions", sore and hazy but grateful. Wrapping his arms around Lestat's back and pressing his cheek to his middle while he's trying to cook in Armand's kitchen (the first time that apartment has seen honest to goodness food). Touching Lestat's arm when they pass each other in the hallway, Armand pretending he hadn't just gotten rug-burn 10 minutes ago while he was busy choking on Lestat's dick and squirming on cheap carpet two rooms down (jk his gag reflex is excellent).

Who initiates the handholding?

Armand's not one for PDA so it's a Big Deal when he does reach for Lestat's hand to ground himself after a particularly rough shift if they're still in public/the hospital parking lot/running errands.

He does everything he can for his patients and his job is his whole identity, so he takes it very hard when something does go wrong.

He's a long way from ever even thinking about admitting it but sometimes Lestat's large, blazingly warm hands feel like the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.

Who worries more for the other?

Lestat worries about Armand a lot because he has the unhealthiest stereotypical baby surgeon habits—thinks he's invincible and can survive on Monster energy drinks and vending machine honeybuns and a combined six hours of sleep over a three-day period. He's seen a lot of young doctors crash and burn in the couple years he's been practicing at Trinity General.

Who is more likely to ask for help?

Lestat makes his living reminding people 'there's no shame in asking for help, we're all human', but it's always easier to preach rather to practice.

I'd say they both equally suck at this for very similar reasons: ego, pride, and trauma. Imagine a psychotherapist and a cardiothoracic surgeon asking for help.

Who is the one always losing the keys?

Armand can't remember when he ate his last "meal" or the last time he slept. It's Armand. At this point he more or less lives in Lestat's townhouse out of necessity (at least until he can find time to call the super and get another key and he will Not Be Doing That).

Who leaves little love notes for the other?

Since they're in the awkward, unofficial 'I know what your face looks like when you're having a god-tier orgasm but not your favorite food or color" stage, love notes look more like Lestat texting Armand "Did you eat today? I'll Uber you something to the hospital."

Or Armand simply asking him, "Text me when you're going to bed?" (which really means "Text me when you're staying put for the night so I know you're safe wherever you are.")

Comes more naturally to Lestat though for sure.

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there?

Lestat is finding more and more lately that he sleeps the best when Armand's ass is pressed up against his stomach. Or when somehow their positions switch up during the night and he wakes up from a dream to find his head over Armand's chest and Armand's hand in his hair.

Who is more likely to propose to the other?

ashsjksksgd don't mention that word right now, they'll both run for the hills.

(Lestat. He lowkey wanted to marry Armand ever since Armand took a stethoscope to his heart right in the middle of bouncing on his cock and came hard to the sound of Lestat's heart beating right out of his chest... it's exactly the kind of freakish behavior that captured Lestat's attention permanently and also his dick. It's... unusual, make no mistake, but also pretty fucking hot.)

Who introduced the other to their family first?

It's extremely unfortunate that Lestat's mother works at the same hospital in which he fucks his coworker on the regular. She knows, because Gabrielle knows all. She is unimpressed.

We'll say Lestat, even though he wishes very much that were not the case.

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair?

Armand's getting better and better with showing affection (he's never had to do this before, he's never been in a situationship that wasn't based purely on sex). He's learning that Lestat really responds some kind of way to Armand dragging his nails through his hair and rubbing his scalp. And by some kind of way, I mean he makes the most pathetic whining sound and looks like he's in physical pain.

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated?

See 'love notes.'

It must be noted that Lestat is not above having Armand eat from his hand like a dog while he already has him pliant over his lap and laying in his own cum in the office, too blissed out and sweet to be snarky and dismissive.

(Also, this is Lestat. He's not completely selfless, don't get the wrong idea — at least 50% of this is rooted his own desire to not only be wanted but also needed).

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other?

They're both feral, it's a tie.

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other?

Armand is not a fan of surprises, thank you very much. He experiences enough shocks in his day-to-day rummaging around people's chests.

Lestat on the other hand loves a good surprise; he's always exclaiming and gasping over stuff in a very childish and endearing way. Armand picks up on this early on in their dates and tries to surprise him throughout the week with little gifts (some of the adult and provocative nature).

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things?

Lestat once dared say to Armand, "Pinky promise me you won't sleep in the on-call room for the fourth night in a row because you're that stressed out about your patient?"

Armand laughed in his face.

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch?

Both of them.

Lestat hunts down Armand during his lunch breaks (super casually, if he bumps into him it's purely coincidental) and sometimes he finds him asleep in the doctor's lounge or an empty patient's room, so he'll grab a blanket from the supply closet and tuck him in.

Lestat does actually work as well, and there have been times where Armand showed up for his "appointment" to find Lestat sound asleep on a pile of paperwork. Armand still privately thinks that what he does is more important (because he's a surgeon with a God complex), but he can't deny that Lestat's job also takes a very real toll on him. Armand raids the supply closet (different one) and even manages to slip a thin hospital pillow under Lestat's head while he frowns and sighs in his sleep.

It's one of those moments where things suddenly seem a little too real for Armand, and his own heart aches in a way he's not ready to acknowledge.

[vintagegoddess12]

The Ever After (4)

Relationship: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: Agatha is getting more thirsty for the reader. Billy hears something.

The 50s

The 60s

The 70s

The 80s

Agatha laid her confusion to rest when she realized Wanda just pressed rewind on the whole town.

As she’s sitting in the backseat of the Vision’s family car, she thought back to your glitch moment. It looks like the town is on the fritz when Wanda is under stress - more so if it’s labor. The witch did not know if she was relieved that your memory slipped just because of the anomaly, or scared that you would remember her. She decided it was the former.

The new parents decided to bring their kids to a Westview resort for a little rest and recreation. Wanda also reasoned that they should celebrate five years’ worth of birthdays. The kids did nothing but cheer and zoom around their house before their departure, a fact known by Agatha since she can hear them all the way down to her basement.

“Aunt Agnes,” the 5-year-old twins rushed to hug her when she met up with them on their front lawn. Kids are a lot better when they’re not touching her, she thought to herself.

“How are my cute, oh so cute, boys?” She pinches their cheeks which made them giggle. 

Billy continued clinging to her while his twin answered, “I’ve got my floaties, Auntie.” Tommy reached for his inflatable donut and presented it to her. She pretended to be surprised as if she has not seen those so many times. Not two minutes into the trip but she’s already losing energy to deal with them. How are they so energetic? They’re only 9 hours old!

“Are we ready to have some fun in the sun?” Wanda cheered as she approached their car. Agnes feigned excitement and joined the kids in squealing. 

Vision eagerly loaded their luggage in the car and asked everyone to hop in. They all ran and took their seats, the nosy neighbor sandwiched between the kids on the back seat.

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Their vehicle came to a stop when they reached the resort near the edge of town. Bringing the whole family here is pretty bold for the young ingenue, Agatha thought to herself. She decided it’s not up to her to ensure their safety from the surrounding force field, she might even be the cause of its breakdown. 

As the group walked inside the hotel, the kids who are full of energy once again zoomed around the hallways. Vision ran after them as Wanda took their keys from reception. Agnes trailed after her friend, making snarky comments about, you guessed it, her husband.

“Ralph insisted on staying home,” she puffed her now-era-appropriate curly hair while leaning close to Wanda, “says he’s not in a good mood to be under the sun.” 

“Oh no,” the young witch said half-heartedly.

“One of these days, I’m going to poison him with garlic and kill the vampire man that I think he is,” she affirmed with a laugh. Agatha, of course, knows that the food condiment doesn’t really kill vampires. You do it with a stake to their heart, but Agnes is not supposed to know that. 

“Maybe he’s just planning a surprise for you,” Wanda thought of all the sweet gestures Vision had prepared for her and smiled to herself. Always the romantic.

“Oh honeybun, the only way he can surprise me is if he washes his own dishes over the weekend,” Agnes was about to laugh at her statement when her eyes landed on a breathtaking Westview resident. “Speaking of surprises, who do we have here?” She called to the incoming figure, who immediately caught the flirty inflection in her voice. 

“Wanda, Agnes,” you beamed at them, missing the way Agatha appreciated your view. 

She watched as you approached them in the reception area, sunglass in your eyes and a summer drink on hand. Her eyes traveled from your head to toe, not missing the magenta one-piece swimsuit peeking through your black lace coverup. It was modest enough for the time period but not enough skin for the Salem witch. 

“[Y/N], I didn’t know you were here?” Wanda wondered if she had somehow instructed her closest friends to come and follow her here. She’s still confused as to how everything works in her Westview. 

“I needed a break from the mourning atmosphere in my house,” your attention darting between the two housewives, “so I decided to get some sun you know.” You took a sip from your drink, eyes meeting Agatha’s.

“By the looks of it, you can definitely get it,” Agnes winked and continued to hold your gaze, smirking at the spit take you did with your drink. 

“Agnes, you’re so naughty,” Wanda remarked, still not used to the flirty and forward nature of her friend. It made her remember Natasha, who was also flirty but for mission purposes. Agnes, on the other hand, uses it for fun which was definitely refreshing. 

The young witch wondered what her life would be like if she had met Agnes and you before all of this. Would you have been friends the same way? Traces of fear crept into her mind when she realized the two of you would either be dead because of her or loathe her. She feels like she’s found her tribe here, just like she did with the Avengers, but that too ended the same way: losing the ones she loved and fighting with the ones she cared for. 

She shook the feeling and focused on what was in front of her: Vision running around with their kids, friends who get her and are always beside her, and a town where she belongs. 

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Settling in her room, Agatha can’t help but feel excited for her weekend. She’s spending time to know Wanda’s powers and she can keep you safe beside her. It’s as if this town is working in her favor. Or maybe Wanda is just an excellent scriptwriter. 

The witch was putting on her swimsuit, careful not to wear anything out of this time period when a knock from the door took her out of her reverie. She tried to determine who the person was but somehow her magic can’t identify who it is. Taking one last look in the mirror, making sure she’s still the hottest witch in town, she opened the door. It definitely showed on her face how surprised she was to see the woman who’s been plaguing her dreams recently.

“Wanda said I’d find you here,” your face scrunched up with a smile. 

“I didn’t know you were aching to see me.” Agnes pouted cheekily which made you smile even more.

“I was just going to ask you a favor.” She stepped aside, letting you into her room. “I don’t think aching is the word I would have used.”

  After closing the door, she turned to you and asked, “And what would you use, baby?” Her voice was low and sounded like a challenge. You opened your mouth, thinking of a reply, but no words come out. You blame it on the heat on your cheeks when she called you ‘baby.’ 

Agatha surely did not miss the sudden redness

“Can you let me finish?” you ask in between giggles.

You noticed how Agnes’s eyes darken, solely looking at you. It’s like watching a predator set its sights on its prey. You two were stuck in a staring match, both unwilling to first let go, when she stepped forward pinning you against the door.

“That depends, sweetie.” Her closeness clouding all your senses, “will you beg for it?”

You remained still against the door, feeling the heat consuming your body and the stark contrast of the cold golden metal on your ring finger. You tried to gather your thoughts, clearing your throat. 

“I think we have very different ideas of what favor means,” you say as you try to remain upright. The lack of distance between you two makes you wanna fall directly into her arms. 

Agatha gave you a once over before replying, “I bet we do.” She grinned, placing a hand on your waist, seeing how unsteady you have become in the past minute.

“Okay,” you pushed Agnes lightly to regain space, “I just came to ask if you want to get a massage downstairs because they said couples can avail of it for a discounted price. Wanda and Vision are getting it and I was supposed to get it but Herb sort of bailed on me.” 

You were visibly catching your breath when you saw jealousy paint Agnes’ face. 

The Salem Witch felt a pang of pain run through her, especially with the idea of Herb wooing you. She wanted to claim her territory right there and then. She can just push you to the bed or have her way with you against this very door. Any way to remind you that only she can touch you best. She was taken out of her thoughts when you shook her body a little. 

“Did you hear me, Agnes?”

It was her turn to gather her thoughts, to remove the images of you deep in pleasure that only she can cause. 

“Yes,” Agnes smiled, trying to regain the upper hand in the conversation, “massage downstairs.” You nodded as she continued. “What about Herb?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen him since…” you trailed off, trying to make sense of the gap in memory you’re just realizing. When did you last see the guy?

Agatha can see the confusion you’re currently wrestling with, no doubt caused by the unstable magic of the young redhead and her affinity for sitcoms. 

“So should we go downstairs and get this massage train going?” Your neighbor enthusiastically reeling you back in reality. She offered her hand and you accepted. You both strut down the hallway, all care thrown into the wind.

You also passed by the twins' room, where Billy is in distress about the voices he keeps on hearing. They all scream one thing: he’s coming.

[criminalcarwash]

Hiya sweet Freyja - I’ve asked for advice from you before and it’s always been really helpful, so I’m back here once again in a bit of a sticky situation. I recently reconnected with someone who I dated very very briefly about three years ago. We’ve been hitting it off, and I still really enjoy their company. We both established that we’ll be keeping things friendly because I’m in a non-open/monogamous relationship with my partner. And while it has been friendly, there’s these moments where things feel extremely flirty because of how our personalities are. I try to tone it down on my end, and they’re still respectful but like… I think there’s definitely feelings. They’re undefined and a bit murky, but they’re there. I know that we don’t stop being attracted to other folks just because we’re in a relationship, but this feels different and wrong to my partner. I feel like there’s a lot hanging in the balance here - I don’t want to lose this friendship, but maybe taking a break from it will be better for my relationship. Or maybe all this is an indication that I’m not in the right place for monogamy, but that would mean letting go of my partner and (selfishly) I don’t want that to happen, at least not without thinking it over a lot more. If you have any thoughts on how to sort of introspect on the matter maturely, please help a sister out ❤️

Hi honeybun! I have been thinking a lot about this, and there really aren't many good options. Normally I'd recommend talking to your current partner, but I'd worry that this will just freak them out and put them in the awkward position of either telling you to stop seeing the new person or pretend they're okay with it when it makes them super paranoid. If you try to tell this other person that you've noticed things getting flirty and a little dangerous, that will only make it 10x hotter to try and behave yourselves. Same for only hanging out in group settings. The fact that it feels wrong to you tells me a lot. Ultimately, people and their relationship to monogamy can be fluid and change depending on all kinds of factors, so it is possible that you're currently not feeling monogamous and that staying that way will be too restrictive for you. It could also just be that this new person is just new and exciting and temporary, and you'd regret walking away from your relationship with your current partner for that. I feel like the best option right now would be to take a break from this new person and evaluate how you feel after a couple weeks of that. See if you still find yourself thinking about them a lot, or was it just a little crush? Feel free to keep me posted and let me know how it all goes! Good luck sweet pea!

[wonryllis]

𝜗𝜚ㅤTHAT'S MY GIRL! ( their idol s/o has dating rumours with someone else )

────𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗒!

﹙NOTES.﹚ enhypen as your idol counterpart. fluff. fem!centered. lowercase intded. 1098wc. requested by anonie 𓈃 ๋ 𝐍𝐄𝐖 峠

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 the one who ends up revealing your relationship in the most unhinged way. look he really loves the thrill of a secret relationship and he's so grateful to be chosen and loved by you but he just cannot stand you being romantically associated with someone that's not him. like why anyone else when he's literally here? sad baby starts a weverse live to vent in code (lies he planned it all so strategically, the perfect little irreversible plan) but ends up slipping your name in between as if he wasn't just giving it all away, "whose scrunchie is that? oh this blue one?" picking up the silk rubber from the corner the fans spotted it in,"it's y/n's," and when asked why, he's babbling on before anyone can stop him," because my baby was here yesterd-" live ended.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 the one who is so secure in himself, he wouldn't give a damn about it. please he couldn't be bothered in the least whether there's one or hundred rumours or articles, he knows he's the only one for you. though sometimes he would want to show you off a bit but that's okay there will come that day when he would put a ring on that finger and declare to everyone just how much he loves you. "jay did you know about that rumor i had with-" you enter the room, wanting some lovely words from your lovely boyfriend,"baby you know i love you lots no article or rumor's gonna change that ever," you giggle rushing over to him and leaving fluttering kisses on his cheeks, "just wanted to tell you he's apparently rumoured to have beef with you," "we meet after a week and that's all you gotta say? come on baby,"

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 the one who is full of himself, convinced it was just a lame ass set up for a while. he opens the article once, reads a lone single line and it's done. the next time you're meeting he'll be like, i saw the article of you with so and so, saw the pictures too and well i understand. can't deny your chemistry speaks but that's because they haven't seen you with me yet, "we literally define chemistry baby, he ain't nothing before me," his ego shines so bright and it's even crazy that you find that attractive about him. the next time he sees that idol he's gonna be hella sarcastic and fans are so confused to see the puppy guy behave like that. "i know he's no competition for me but honeybun how dare they like, man know your limits," he's not stressed he says all week.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 the one who ends up making dating rumours of himself with that idol. honestly he hates it, the rumours are eating away at him and it's worse that you're mc partners with that idol. will stare that guy's kidneys down when on an interview on the show. and then boom the next day there's articles all over the internet about how he was giving his heart eyes the entire time. "is this damage control or is this self sabotage?" he's questioning himself as much as he is questioning you, but does it really matter the mission was successful and now your name is no longer attached to that shit. now well it's his go to plan everytime you get dating rumours only stopping when it's his name beside yours, "baby, i got it all under control trust me. no one will ever try to pretend to date you," he's not leaving anyone unstained who dares to go for his baby.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎 the one who strangely gets excited over the news, boy are you sure it's rumours about your s/o? he's quite literally the first one to find out and he's ecstatic to know the love of his life is so popular and even more that you're getting free publicity like you go girl it's all an image, i know who's the real one. there is no jealousy jealousy, but he's still like,"don't be too cocky about your options, you're stuck with me bun," if he knows that idol, he's definitely talking about it in his next live, subtly trying to debunk the rumours saying oh my friend's got no rizz, way to roast for love. however there are moments of craziness when he'd add fuel to the fire and start new rumours, "babes, i got you some more publicity, your company's not doing shit for you they gotta thank me,"

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 the one who purposely tries to set you up for schedules with himself so that he can start rumours about you both. on his managers ass to arrange shows you can participate together in, to creat opportunities for him to interact with you as much as he possibly can. might even pressurize the poor manager to open fan accounts and spread rumours about y'all. "baby, i got this show for us next week, we're gonna be making news soon!" excited he speaks into the phone, on his way to your dorm without any disguise hoping paparazzi catches him?? with his manager running after him trying to convince him there's better ways. "wonie, do you wanna join we got married?" boom bam boom you're just as crazy as him, your mates cannot fathom how y'all haven't been discovered yet.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 the one who teases you but in a sorta jealous, i need some validation kind of way. he knows it's not serious but he just can't help it, he just constantly wants to be reassured by you, it makes him feel all these giddy butterflies like yes i bagged this amazing person. and it's so sad he can't show it to the world, but if you love him back then that's all that matters. "heard you got a new boyfie?" he looks at you wiggling his brows in a pout as you hangout in an empty dressing room after your performances, "what no? you're my boyfriend, the permanent one," you assure his ass but he's liking this so much,"the how many side hoes have you got?" he starts again, "only one," you tease, "does it start with a r and end with an i?" "i don't think so," "y/n!" always ends like this.

TAGLIST ( open. ) @kangseulgithegreat @s00buwu @luvyev @pockyyasii @nctislifue @ashtxrie

[myinfluencerboyfriend]

Hey there, sweetcheeks! Honeybuns, cookie kiss, butter biscuit... you know, it's kind of strange how there are so many food-related pet names, huh? I mean, you'd think they could come up with something better after the first hundreds or so. Pumpkin pie! Oooh, I could go for some pumpkin pie...

Anyways, I was just thinking about you! I'm sure you're thinking about me too, right? Right? Haha, just kidding, that's a rhetorical question. I know you are. How are you faring? I'm pretty sure there are a few screws loose in my head, judging by how much you're on my mind. No, seriously, I really need to get that checked. It's embarrassing. They keep falling out while I'm talking to people.

I hope you're doing better than I am! What with the screws and what-not. I miss you, you know! I'll be counting the seconds till I get to talk to you again! Love you!

Yours truly, Fender. ❤ (And imagine some sparkles and stuff here. I like to pretend I'm still shiny. Ooh, maybe even imagine some crazy lightning bolt VFX here! No, wait, is that too much?)

AWAAWAWAWAWA

[thefaultinourdefault-blog]

What Does Dyke Mean?

So today, as I was eating my honeybun at breakfast (which really isn't that great, but I refuse to have anything else for breakfast for fear of disturbing my food-routine), my grandma asked me a question that took me completely off-guard.

"What does 'dyke' mean?"

I could feel my stomach flip as my heartbeat increased drastically. Now, see, my grandma is a complicated person. I love her, but she's complicated. She's one of those people who aren't too fond of the LGBT community, but firmly believes that there shouldn't be any violence or legal discrimination towards LGBT people either. Now I've tried coming out to my grandma before, and it didn't go well at all. She said some pretty hurtful things. But since then, she's slowly been warming up to the topic (she even iced a cookie in rainbow colors for pride month), however, for complicated reasons that I'll probably describe in a future blog post, I'm going to have to come out to her again - officially this time. And while my grandma has asked other startling questions before; "Do you like girls?" "Why aren't you interested in dating boys?" "You aren't, really gay, are you?", This one caught me off guard the most.

See, okay, my grandma is kind of homophobic, but she's also really innocent and naive. She grew up in a small town that was home to less than 100 people, and up until her mid-adult life, she didn't even know that black people existed, let alone queer people. That being said, she also never knew about the amount of intolerance that was directed towards minority groups. Racial and homophobic slurs don't exist in her vocabulary, unless you count the time she called a lesbian couple on Say Yes to the Dress a "couple of queers." I guess she does know that one.

I wasn't sure what answer I was supposed to give her, so I simply shrugged my shoulders and took another bite of my dull-tasting honeybun.

"Your Uncle called someone that word while he was on the phone with me the other day. I know it's a female term, but I don't know what it means."

I nodded my head. It wouldn't be unexpected from the uncle that she was referring to. You know those scary ultra-conservative rednecks that some people imagine when you say the word "American"? Well my uncle was the cookie-cutter scary redneck. Gun collection? Check. Confederate flag? Check. Works at a shooting range? Check. Thinks women are only good for house wives and shouldn't have an opinion of their own? Check. Uses the n-word freely? Check. Calls the black lives matter and LGBT pride movements a "terrorist agenda"? Check. Has a "I love Donald Trump" sign in his front yard? Check.

My grandma didn't infuse these things in him, he learned them from his father. His father was an abusive asshole with multiple domestic violence charges as notches in his bedpost. It's funny how those things can be generational.

Now that the reason for her asking the question was out in the open, I felt more comfortable giving an answer.

"Dyke is a homophobic slur, usually directed towards lesbians or other gay women." I explained, and then I gave her a little bit of history about the word and the violence that's been directed towards the LGBT community throughout history, and about how some people still hold those out-dated views.

Was that too much information? Did I give too much away? Did I show that I know so much about the LGBT community that I must be a member of it myself? I panicked internally once I had finished explaining. But to my surprise, she didn't take this as another opportunity to question my sexuality.

Instead, her eyes watered slightly and she shook her head. "I'm so naive," She admitted, and then added on with something like "I didn't know that there was still so much hatred in the world. I thought that in 10 years or so there would be no 'white' or 'black'. I thought we would all just tolerate each other as human beings. Gay people are human beings."

My heart warmed at her words, but of course, she didn't finish there.

"It's okay to be upset when someone you know, or your child comes out as gay. You can try to guide them, you can wish that they weren't on that path, but it never gives you an excuse to be a mean person."

My smile faltered. I knew that by "guide them" she meant that a part of her still thinks that gay people can be changed through some grace of God. But then I remembered, a year ago she wouldn't listen to Elton John music in the car with me. A year ago she said that there was "no reason to stand up for the LGBT community”. And now, here she was, acknowledging that what my uncle said was wrong.

It was a pure sentiment, perhaps a little misguided, but I'm proud of the progress that she's made. I'm definitely nowhere near being ready to really come out to her, but somehow, the conversation that I had with her today gave me faith that coming out will be a question of "when will I?" Rather than "will I ever?" And that's good enough for me right now.

Now I'm sitting here, waiting for lunchtime, and wondering why my grandma thought to come to me with that question of all people, and why wasn't she phased by the fact that I seemed to know so much about LGBT related issues? Is it possible that somewhere in her mind she knows? And is it possible that somewhere in her heart she's capable of accepting me for who I really am? But I guess those are questions that I can wonder about on another day.

For now, here's an exit ticket for anybody who read this pointless ramble of mine:

Who were you most nervous to come out to? And if you're still in the closet, who are you most nervous to tell?

Signing off,

~R

[chelseasdagger]

frank “buzzcut girlfriend” castle for @chellestrash

[hatsue-exe]

Jujutsu Kaisen men with a plastic artist S/O:

warnings: none!

Fushiguro Toji:

You hit the jackpot with this one: Toji is a walking anatomy model. If it's muscles you need to reference, he's got you.

He will pretend to be annoyed when you ask him to pose for you, but truthfully he's just flustered by how you look at him.

He will tease you the whole time to cover it up.

"Do you need me naked, doll?" "Aren't ya looking too much? Focus on your art, baby."

Since he's terrible with words and expressing emotions, if you two live together, he pours all his love into building you a studio, a cosy place where you feel just as welcomed and comfy as you make him feel.

Geto Suguru:

Dates to the supply store are mandatory, and Suguru makes a point of buying you something extra every time, be it paints or brushes or anything else you use daily and need to replace often.

He's an... alternative guy, so don't be surprised if he's into some form of art himself.

Geto takes you to the park so you can work together for a while but gets annoyed if people are too noisy.

"Why can't everyone just enjoy nature?" "They're having fun, Su." "Yeah, and ruining mine."

Kiss him, and he'll forget about it (but trust me, you're not going to finish that piece).

Gojo Satoru:

If you like to work in quiet environments, I've got bad news for you.

Jokes aside, Satoru likes to watch you while you work. He's captivated seeing you so focused.

"You're so pretty, honeybun. We must be the most gorgeous couple in the whole world!"

Gojo buys you some expensive stuff and bugs you to break it in using him as a model.

He will want to recreate that Ghost scene and will end up making a mess out of the two of you, but it ended up in a light-hearted banter between the two of you, which is much more his style.

Kamo Choso:

He's very curious and will want to participate however he can, be it modelling or helping you or just cleaning your stuff, just please include him.

Asks you to do those TikTok dates where you paint/draw for a few minutes and then switch canvas. Turn out to be pretty good at it?

There's so much he doesn't know, whenever you geek a little about your favourite movement or artist, his eyes shine with just as much excitement as yours.

Museum dates while holding hands.

"So that one was a bad person and that other one too, and all the other ones but Van Gogh?" "Something like that, sweetheart."

Nanami Kento:

Kento is a shy, shy baby. But he's also beautiful, so obviously you ask him to model for you. He's quiet during the whole thing and blushes madly if your eyes cross.

Nanami can pull that one Ghost scene and put the original one to shame.

"This is very relaxing. I can see why you enjoy it so much." "That's because you don't do it as often as I do." "That's fair, darling."

He brings you your favourite drinks and reminds you to correct your posture. If you groan, he'll offer a shoulder hub that might lead to a whole massage that might lead to other things, but anyways.

Will be very supportive, while also grounding you. He may come out a little harsh at first with his whole "the world is shit!" act, but he doesn't mean any harm.

who do y'all think my favourite is? lol

[hopeandvolleyball]

they call you clingy pt.1

genre: hurt, comfort, angst to fluff

w/osamu, atsumu

a.n. i’m the angst machine >:) no but seriously you’re gonna get angst stuff for a hot minute bc i just had a really bad breakup and i have to self project somehow

osamu miya

this argument was the same dance you’ve been dancing for weeks now, a twisted tango of wanting a moment alone with your boyfriend and him getting defensive over the workload his business was providing him

the dance was exhausting and you wanted to stop, but each day the argument osamu dragged it out farther and father and you wanted to scream.

“just once, once for the first time in a month, can i have some time with my boyfriend? i don’t ask for much with you so can you please just-”

“ya don’t ask for much? are ya fuckin kiddin me, y/n? everyday yer beggin for my attention like some fuckin’ useless puppy. if i knew ye were gonna be this clingy i wouldn’t ave ever asked ya out!” he bit back, venom and words unwarranted.

you took a step back, angry expression dying almost instantly at the usage of the word clingy. you tried not to be, really. you worked so hard at making a safe and loving environment for both you and osamu. did you not notice the signs he was uncomfortable.

“alright,” you nodded. “i’ll work on that. thank you for letting me know. goodnight, miya.” sighing, you made your way into the guest room for the night to let osamu cool down. 

osamu got off work early, finally deciding to hire other managers to relieve the workload on him. he knew you were right that it was beginning to be too much for him to handle, he also knew he had a lot of making up to do in regards to that blowout last night. he picked up a bouquet of tulips, your favorites, along with a teddy bear and your favorite takeout. he took a deep breath once he opened the door, not knowing exactly what to say or do or expect. he saw you in the kitchen, getting ready to start dinner. 

“ya don’t need to cook today, darlin. i got yer favorites,” he smiled, holding up the bags with a nervous smile. you turned around and blinked at osamu. nodding, you began to put everything back. okay. not the response he was expecting. he set everything, except the flowers, onto the dining table and waited for you to return. with outstretched hands, the bear was in his arms waiting for you to take. nervously you took it, staring into the glassy eyes of the bear. “’m really sorry for last night, buttercup. of all the things i’ve ever wanted to do makin’ ya think i don’t love and appreciate ya was the last thing i ever wanted. ‘m so sorry, baby.” you were silent, biting on your lower lip. setting the bear down you gave him a pathetic smile.

“thanks, osamu. lets eat, yeah?” you suggested. he smiled brightly and moved in to kiss you, which you dodged. okay. you were more damaged by what he said than he really thought you were. and his heart cracked at that realization. osamu took his place at the other end of the table and ate his fill, not paying attention to what he was shoveling into his mouth and instead paid attention to you pushing around the food on the plate. his lips twisted into a frown.

“um, wanna watch a movie tonight? i have a midshift tomorrow. i hired more managers to help me with the workload,” osamu leaned into his palm. you nodded, looking him in the eyes, his smile infectious and you smiled just a bit. 

when you didn’t cuddle with him during the movie that was his breaking point. he gave you so many signs he wanted you on his chest, starting to fall asleep while his fingers tangled in your hair. instead you curled into the arm of the couch on the opposite end of him. he frowned and paused the movie. you perked up and looked at him confused.

“c’mere baby,” he demanded, patting his lap. you shook your head and pulled your knees to your chest. “why? talk to me honeybun.”

“you called me clingy, osamu. i’m just trying to make things easier for you,” you commented, voice slightly muffled as your face was buried into your knees. sighing, osamu gently pulled you closer so your head could lay softly on his plush thighs. “i’m sorry-”

“ya shouldn’t be the sorry one here,” he cooed. “i didn’t mean it, buttercup. i really didn’t. i know ya don’t believe me but i was angry with ya. i just wanted ya off my back and i hurt ya. i didn’t mean it, okay?” he comforted, hands still threading through your hair.

“okay,” you nodded. “i’m still shaken up but we’re gonna be okay. i promise.”

atsumu miya 

whatever stupid fight you were in this time didn’t warrant what atsumu said on the phone to bokuto after. why he called bokuto after your fight you didn’t know. 

“and, to top it all off, y/n’s just bein real clingy lately and i can’t handle it.” he complained, fingers pinching his forehead. you were in the doorway to apologize but hearing that made your heart stop. did he really think that way about you?

luckily he didn’t catch you in the hallway before you slinked back into your bedroom and into bed.

atsumu joined not too long after. he sat on the opposite side of the bed, not wanting to lay down quite yet. he looked over at you, knowing you weren’t asleep but pretending to be. sighing, he turned to face you, pushing your hair out of your face. to his surprise you visibly flinched. his brows furrowed and he sighed deeply.

“y/n? angel? ‘m really sorry bout the fight. i don’t even remember what we were fightin about. but ‘m sorry. i don’t like seein’ ya this upset especially if it was me causin this. yer the love of my life and i don’t know what i’d do without ya,” atsumu breathed out, hoping the apology was good enough for you.

“it’s okay, tsumu,” you nodded, pulling the covers up closer to your chin. he smiled. 

“good. now let me smother the shit outta you.” he chuckled and opened his arms for you to fall into. when you didn’t, opting to snuggle into the blanket, he frowned. “y/n? what’s wrong lovely.” you shook your head.

“nothing i’m just gonna head to bed, okay?” you gave him a weak smile.

“but i can’t sleep without ya in my arms, baby,” he whined, doing grabby hands at you in hopes you would get the hint. but you didn’t, or you did and were ignoring him. “darlin?”

“i’ve just been clingy lately, and i don’t like putting you in this position, okay love?” you sighed, exasperated. his brows furrowed into a knot in the center of his forehead. not once had he ever given you the impression you were clingy except. oh. okay you heard. 

“oh baby no,” atsumu leaned in and cupped your face within the palms of his hands. “yer not clingy. i was just rantin to bo and i wanted to villainize ya to make me seem better and i knew it was wrong, bo knew it was wrong. i wish i could take it back. i love ya and i wish ye’d smother me in yer love every day,” he took in a deep breath before going into your neck and blowing raspberries into the skin, causing you to burst out into giggles. “there’s my pretty baby.” he beamed down at you, gently running his fingers over your cheek.

it took quite a bit of coaxing to get you into his arms, your rightful place. with gentle hums and coos he got you to loosen up, sadly chuckling. “i did a number on ya, didn’t i?” he asked.

“yeah. but i’ll get over it.” you sighed into his collarbone.

“oh no. just means ‘m gonna have to smother ya. oh no. woe is me,” he teased, going back to the assault of kisses onto your neck. 

[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

Lee + Ler!Harry Osborn Headcanons Pt. 2

TASM!Harry x reader (ft. Peter and Gwen again because yes)

Strictly SFW; flustering af (no seriously)

Note: For the sake of these hcs let's just pretend he didn't become the Goblin because he was successfully cured and he's still friends with Peter and the clock tower tragedy never happened T-T

MEGA SHOUT OUT to @chailattef for collabing with me again on these headcanons! I could not have done this without him 🥺💜 He's incredible and talented and again I state he's multiplied my love for Harry Osborn times a million!!! /gen /pos

ALSO YES COMBINED LEE AND LER HCs LET'S GOOOO (switch hours up in here LMFAO)

Headcanons under the cut 💚

OMFG- Harry whistling the jeopardy theme song after telling you to pick the ticklish spot he attacks next and if you don't decide by the time he's done whistling he's picking for you- (HELP- /hj /lh)

If you decide to be a smartass and answer "nowhere" ahaaaaa... you are done for. Sorry. Done for

"Oh... God- I'm sorry, that's just not the answer we were lookin' for~"

Just for that answer, you gave, Harry's gonna tickle two weak spots at once

"Better one, or better two~?"

"FUHUHUCK YOUHOUHOUHOUUU!"

"Annnd now you're really in trouble."

"Welcome back to the BONUS ROUND" is 100 percent what he says when he acts like he's done tickling you and then just starts tickling you again the moment you believe him about him being done- (HELP AGSJJDDJJDDJ)

If y'all happen to be the only two on the elevator, and you end up getting stuck between floors??? Uh oh. UH OH

"Damn! Well, looks like we're stuck, Y/N. Whatever shall we do?"

"Harry. D-Don't you dare!"

Once he's done tickling you to pieces (and being the cutest ler ever OMFG) the elevator starts working, but only after you've recovered from giggling so hard and have had time to compose yourself (HMMM)

Of course Harry stopped the damn elevator. (No seriously though, Harry's such a sweetheart 🥺And he doesn't want you to feel embarrassed when you step out of the elevator) He's Oscorp's CEO and the building's his playground tbh

"Oh! Would you look at that! Guess they fixed they elevator. Seems to be moving again~"

"HARRY!"

It's bad good enough riding the elevator with Harry when it's just you two, but when there are other people in the elevator??? Harry's gonna poke at your sides and get the cutest lil smirk of mischief on his face

Guess what tho? Since his sides are a major weak spot, just poke his sides and watch as he YELPS and blushes beet red (flustered honeybun 🥰) and he's all frazzled and trying to convince the other people in the elevator that he's perfectly fine.

"Mr. Osborn! Are you alright?"

"F-Fine. I'm fine. Thank you."

All of that ler energy he had a split second before? Gone. Playfully tease him about it. Like- lean close and whisper:

"Don't dish out what you can't take, Mr. Osborn."

*cue Harry blushing even HARDER and having to turn his head to hide how red he's gotten*

Harry thinks he's subtle about his lee moods, but even the most subtle actions give him away (especially if he seeks out Peter to indulge him). He'll just bother Peter in the most inconspicuous way he can, but of course Peter knows. And since Peter Parker's a smartass little shit (whom I love and adore with every fiber of my being 🥰 /gen /pos) he'll act like he doesn't know what Harry's inquiring

Then when Harry pisses him off enough, Peter absolutely wrecks his shit (cute)

After Harry's turned you into a complete giggly mess (where you're laughing too hard to talk) he's just looking at you with the CUTEST smile. As if the tickling wasn't bad enough, he's gotta go and be adorable the entire time and somehow gets CUTER when he's looking at you after

"Youhou proud ohohof youhoursehehelf, jeheherk?"

"I am. Yehes."

*cue you really wanting to tell him that you're proud of him too, but if you say that then A. He'll tickle you more (not that you mind) but also B. He'll know you like the tickling and that you want him to tickle you (if this honeybun doesn't already know by that point)*

The first time you admitted that you liked it, Harry was so confused about why it embarrassed you

"M-Most people d-don't enjoy it, Harry..."

"What? What do you mean most people don't..."

"D-Do you...?"

*cue Harry getting blushy and flustered and then the both of you are just there feeling all shy and flustered*

The two of you quickly get past the initial embarrassment you feel, especially with Peter's encouragement because Peter is so complete unashamed of being a tickle monster and also liking when the tables are turned on him

You have a habit of wiggling your fingers at Harry every time he's giving a presentation during a meeting (you always sit at the back of the room so no one else can see you do it but him) and he gets so RED IN THE FACE and starts tripping over his words-

"Uh- and as you can see, our business revenue- that is t-to say, the revenue, from uh… our business- Oscorp... it will rise by something... uh, rise by 40%..."

*cue you biting your lip to suppress your giggles because Harry is so effing cute and you can't handle it*

He's gonna get you back real bad. The next time you have to present something, he's gonna take his revenge, and instead of wiggling his fingers he's gonna just scribble something on his clipboard and when he holds it up it says something like:

"As soon as this meeting's out, you're getting tickled"

AGSJSHSHDHD- AND NO ONE ELSE CAN SEE IT CAUSE THE SMUG JERK SAT IN THE BACK OF THE ROOM LIKE YOU DID

The little shit put the message it in his usual rich person handwriting and your breath absolutely HITCHES in your throat and you start coughing

"So... uh... *MHM* w-what... what was I saying? OH- R-Right..."

*cue your eyes glancing to meet Harry's every few seconds out of sheer nervousness and just seeing him smirk as he takes notes*

This is how he looks at you when he's talking during the meeting and says something that is blatantly a tease directed at you but nobody else knows that-

You always end up being the last person to leave the room despite your attempts to slip away because guess what? The fucking door is on the other end of the room. And Harry will always be waiting there, leaning on the doorframe with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Except... he doesn't tickle you then. Nope. He'll gently push himself off the doorframe with his shoulder and just bite his lip and grin before walking away to go do whatever else he needs to do

As discussed in the ler!headcanons post, Harry Osborn, LOVES building up anticipation. It will be after hours in the Oscorp building when you're preparing to either head home, or continue working, and you've spent all day on edge because you know Harry could drag you away and get his revenge at any. moment. so you feel this false sense of relief at the end of the day

That is until... you hear Harry's voice right behind you and your heart leaps up to your throat and a squeak leaves your lips

"You have thirty seconds to run, Y/N. Time starts now~ Tick tock~"

You're doomed after that. Good luck. Harry's gonna tickle you to tears and smile adorably the entire time

Harry's scarf is 100 percent an attempt to evade any neck tickles (like Peter, the neck, more specifically the back of his neck, is a DEATH SPOT) and it doesn't. work. at. all.

Any time he pulls the damn scarf down and Peter is nearby, he's gonna get attacked with neck raspberries. He'll be half squealing and half laughing (which is just really loud high pitched giggles) while Peter is cackling at the extreme reaction

If you bear witness to this, you'll just about be on the floor from how funny and cute the entire situation is. Harry will get all sheepish and fix his scarf and he can't look at either one of you. Both you and Peter are smirking like absolute idiots and then you start laughing again

Harry's gonna try to make you nervous and send you spiraling into a lee mood

"Something funny, Y/N?"

"Just giggling about how adorable you are~"

*cue Harry getting even more flustered and super duper blushy because he was trying to get you back but instead got body slammed into another fuckin lee mood*

Consider- Harry discussing some new Oscorp tech and what the testing would look like and somehow finding a way to use you as the example and work as much tickling as possible into it and you have to stay composed the entire time. He deadass says this out loud in front of everyone in the room before he starts

"I hope you're not ticklish."

Like you know those metal pointers used for the whiteboards? He'll run one over your arms or neck and poke at your sides and ribs and belly and back while you just have to NOT. MOVE. because omfg the board members are there

Harry will look at you out of the corner of his eye when he's doing do and you have to bite your lip and do everything in your power to suppress your squeaks

This adorable little shit is gonna run a finger up your spine while explaining the tech's anatomy and how it would work with the body-

You're in major trouble if you've got ticklish ears. Harry will find a way to use that against you in a presentation too

He's gonna lean over your shoulder from behind and point at something on the whiteboard to explain it to you while lightly brushing his hand down your arm which he KNOWS is tickling you

"Quiz time. How much of what I was just explaining were you actually paying attention to, Y/N?"

*cue you getting flustered and sputtering and stammering because this jerk was the one distracting you on purpose*

Are you 5'7 or shorter? Because ler mood!Harry's gonna step reeeeeaaaalllly close and glance down at you. Not even lean- glance! Prepare for lots of butterflies

Are you taller than Harry? Because ler mood!Harry's still gonna get you. Even when he's glancing UP, it's butterfly inducing

Peter will get him back by doing the same thing to him AHSJAHSJSJ

You'll jump up and bonk both Peter and Harry on the head before booking it down the hallway as they chase after you.

Gwen will be minding her business then all of a sudden you're hiding behind her and as soon as Peter and Harry walk in the room, you're declaring

"YOUR HEIGHT IS NO MATCH FOR THE MIGHTY GWEN STACY"

Peter will then 100 percent dramatically throw the back of his hand against his forehead like he's been defeated

"MY ONLY WEAKNESS! HOW COULD YOU"

"YOU'VE BEEN BESTED, PETER BENJAMIN PARKER! MWAHAHAHAAAA!"

"NOOOOOOO"

*cue Harry ducking behind Gwen and capturing you because the whole dramatic Peter act was a distraction so he could sneak around the mighty Gwen Stacy and get to you*

In some cases, Gwen and Harry will pretend to battle before they decide they've reached a truce and Harry will just sling you over his shoulder after Gwen steps aside

Poor Harry just gets completely taken out by any and all tickling. (such a cutie pie) light tickles, rough tickles, but light tickles are the absolute WORST on him

Harry gets insecure about his smile and his laugh so please be reassuring and tell him how adorable his smile and laugh are. Encourage this cinnamon roll because it makes him really happy

"Cohome on~ I wanna see that cute smile~!"

"Harry Osborn, your laugh is pure sugar and I want to hear it every damn day"

Wiggle your fingers near his neck and watch as he gets super giggly and his shoulders scrunch up and he hides his face in his hands

Harry is trying to sit there and let it happen but it makes it tickle worse so he has to distract himself. His go to is tapping his fingers on the table to stay composed

Harry's gonna make a mental note of every instance of you teasing him throughout the day so as he's wrecking you he can list off ALL of them as reasons why you deserve to have the daylights tickled outta you (🤭 HELP /hj 🏃🏽‍♀️)

LIKE AS HE'S WRECKING YOU HE'S LISTING THEM OFF LIKE BULLETPOINTS LIKE HE'S GIVING A PRESENTATION

"Let's start with this morning, shall we? Hey- Quit squirming and pay attention."

Harry Osborn is a PETTY ler. PETTY. P.E.T.T.Y. He will find any, and EVERY reason to tickle you senseless

"Remember yesterday when you put me in a lee mood right before a presentation? This is payback for that."

"IhIhIhI wahahahahahas lihihiteheherally juhuhuhust LOOHOOHOOKIHIHIHING ahahat youhouhouhou!!!"

"With those 'I'm gonna tickle you' eyes? I don't believe you~"

When you turn the tables on him, he becomes giggly, nervous, blushy, and shy in seconds. SECONDS.

"Where's all that intimidating energy from two minutes ago, Harry~?"

"Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhuuup!"

"Just for that, I'm getting your neck."

"Nohohoo! Y/NNN! PLEHEHEASEHEHEHE!"

Cutesy tease him. Harry loves cutesy talking whoever he's wrecking, but he also loves when someone spins that tease back on him. It gives him butterflies and just makes him all giggly and giddy and it's really, REALLY cute

You two are in an endless cycle of who can get each other back the worst with tickles. Never. Ending

A good amount of tickle fights between you two have ended with both of you just knocked on the couch and sprawled across each other. Cute naps.

Gwen's usually the first one to find you two just snoozing peacefully with smiles stuck on your faces. She'll bring you some caffeinated drinks and gently shake you two awake (and sometimes she'll poke your weak spots a couple times so the both of you just shoot up to sitting and your eyes open instantly lmfao)

Harry just feels so safe with you and you feel safe with him so the two of you are just so comfy falling asleep on top of each other when you're tired. Harry giggles in his sleep. Especially if your head is on his shoulder near his neck. He feels this safe with Peter too and Peter's more than happy to let Harry just lean on him and sleep. It's cute

Peter has tickled Harry awake multiple times. Sometimes you too, but most of the time, Harry's sudden laughter is enough to wake you up

Harry gets wrecked by Peter so much. Deadass. Like Harry does with you, Peter will find any excuse in the book. Most of the time, it's simply Harry is genuinely, literally, asking for it (their friendship is so cute and we got robbed in TASM 2)

You, Peter, Harry, and Gwen have movie nights a LOT. And there's always this game of "whoever reacts the most to a tickle scene popping up gets wrecked with tickles." Gwen's the champion. Harry has 100% lost (but then again, is it really losing?) the most amount of times

Gwen is so entertained by how flustered the three of you get when a scene comes on. She's the average level of ticklish but she is a ler through and through. And she is so not phased by everything that flustered you three

She's gonna throw you three under the bus against each other and it's hilarious.

"Peter, you’re running your hands through your hair. Did something catch you off guard?"

"Wh-What!? N-No... I uh... Nope. Not at all."

*cue Peter getting wrecked by you, Harry, and Gwen*

If YOU happen to throw Harry under the bus, after he's recovered from the three of you ganging up on him, you'll end up being chased up from your spot. Then the movie's just continuing on and Peter and Gwen are watching it while Harry's tickling you behind the couch

Gwen just turns the volume up on the tv so she and Peter can hear the movie better and Peter's just snickering at Harry destroying you

"Pay attention to the movie, Peter!"

"GWEHEHEHENNN! PEHEHEHETERRRR! HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEEEAHAHAHAA!"

"This is what you get, Y/N~!"

Harry is the type of ler drag his fingers in close proximity to your worst spot, and then when you think he’s gonna do it, he just moves away again. He repeats that until you’ve let your guard down, and only THEN does he actually do it, and then you're screeching with laughter

He uses surprise to his advantage ALL THE TIME- Harry will make you brace for tickles at a certain spot and then catch you completely off guard with a raspberry in an entirely different spot. Evil

When he's chasing you, he'll either be RIGHT behind you, or he'll casually stroll toward you. I'm talking, as you're scurrying down the steps, Harry's casually sliding down the railing because he KNOWS you're not getting away (omfg AHSJSHSJDJF)

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WHEWWWW! AHSJSHSHSHSHS THESE WERE SO FLUSTERING TO WRITE- @chailattef and I were just in this cycle ⬇️

LMAOOO 😭💀 I had so much fun putting all these headcanons we brainstormed together for this post and I hope y'all enjoyed them!!! /pos /gen /lh 💚💜💖