#Unironically will call you “Darlin'”

[nepotisim]

Wylie "Coyote" Torres Seed

[x]

[v4mpgutz]

Lover, Ethan Landry [ HEADCANONS ]

— darlin' you're my, my, my, my lover <3

ethan landry relationship and other headcanons!

warnings ! — canon-typical blood and gore, canon-typical violence, suggestive content (implied intercourse but no smut), mentions of murder

-----------------------------------------------------------

ghostface ethan landry:

ethan landry with an s/o that is so incredibly naive and he finds it absolutely adorable.

-> he comes home from what you assume to be econ, not even questioning him because he's your boyfriend and you trust him. he grins when you ask him how his class went. you didn't question the fact that he had small amounts of blood splattered on his collarbone and his shoes — you didn't question anything. he doesn't say anything other than "good" before he's leaning in to kiss your cheek, a subtle grin on his face as he proceeds to pull you into a hug. what a sad, naive, little thing you were.

ethan landry who completely guts a guy in one of your college classes that won't stop flirting with you. you're his, he doesn't appreciate this asshole chatting you up. so, he murders him, pfft — obviously — because that would be the logical thing to do right?

-> he sneaks into your bedroom window afterwards, his mask cast aside but the black robe still engulfing his body as he walks over to where you're reading on your phone, laying on your side. he's immediately sliding in behind you and wrapping his right arm around your thigh, caressing the skin softly as his left one wraps around your waist. his head buries itself into your neck, leaving gentle kisses there as you giggle. you're so cute. so cute, in fact, that he wants nothing more, after just stabbing some guy who hit on you to death, then to have his way with you. 

non-ghostface ethan:

ethan absolutely loves laying on top of you with his arms wrapped around your stomach. he feels so safe and comfortable and warm — he almost never wants to leave. he also really loves being the little spoon but he's never actually voiced that fact because he's a little shy and doesn't want you to think it means he's weak.

(personal projection headcanon) ethan is autistic and his special interests are spiderman and crystals. he loves spiderman and has a whole bookshelf of comics, posters also covering his walls. he also kind of accidentally got into crystals one day and was like "huh" before going down a loophole of different types of crystals and their spiritual meanings, ruling planets and signs, where they're found etc and now he could see two crystals exactly the same and tell you the difference between them.

-> he has auditory processing disorder so when you're telling him something he'll be listening and nod along, saying "yeah" and "ohhh" but a few seconds later he's going, "wait, what did you say?" this happens a few times within the span of 5 minutes sometimes but you're patient with him and he loves you for that. he also needs captions on when watching tv like 90% of the time because he hears what people are saying but can't process it at the same time unless he's seeing it.

ETHAN LANDRY IS A SWIFTIE!!! he fell in love with taylor swift when he was little because quinn listened to her and now he has all of her album cds and a few vinyls including debut with the ORIGINAL picture to burn (yurrr gayyy.. sorry)

-> his favourite albums are definitely folklore and lover but speak now really has a special place in his heart. he listens to mirrorball and haunted that many times a day that you could play them while he's sleeping and he'll just start singing... in his sleep.

he's definitely lactose intolerant but the kind of lactose intolerant person that will eat copious amounts of ice cream and then later while they're fighting for their life be like "lol worth it."

he kept seeing people say pookie on the internet so he kept calling chad pookie but like.. unironically. on the street they'd be near a road and ethan will just all of a sudden say, "careful pookie! theres a crosswalk!" chad attempts to get him to stop. attempts.

ethan loves to bring you flowers, little origami animals, your favourite snacks and drinks etc when he knows you've had a bad day or even if you've had a good one. his love languages are definitely gift giving and physical touch.

he says sorry literally all of the time because of wayne and it makes you sad but also makes you want to literally throw his dad off of the statue of liberty because fuck that dude.

when he's sad he won't out-right tell you because he doesn't want you to worry but you notice right away anyway because he gets super clingy. you're laying in bed with him, cuddling as you play with his hair while reading your textbook.

-> you get up to get a glass of water and he whines, pouting and huffing as he gets up too, following you like a lost puppy. "eth, what's the matter?" you ask and he pauses at your sudden stop in the middle of the kitchen. "nothin'.." he mumbles back as he plays with his fingers anxiously, "..'m fine."

i love him to death and i have even more hcs but didnt wanna make this too long. pt.2 maybe?? idk, send asks or comment with your hcs too !

[luci4theminorannoyance]

hey man, just found ur blog and wanted to drop by and request some cowboy!veteren!graves x southern!reader going to the rodeo if possible

ignore if u want!! no pressure!!

a/n: sure! I’m always a sucker for cowboys!! Couldn’t tell if you wanted hc’s or a fic so I’ll just do some headcannons

Graves:

-this man, i swear to god would try to impress you so much; if he was riding in that competition you can bet he would be as flashy as possible just for you

-he’d definitely try to convince you into a bet on how long he could stay on so he could ask for a kiss as a prize when you get it wrong

-adores putting his cowboy hat on top of your head, and calling you cute nicknames and pet names galor; like sugar, dear, darlin’- the whole thing

-probably try’s to out-southern you in everything. Oh you have a southern drawl? He has a more prominent one etc.

-if their are any fairs and stuff around the rodeo; he will unironically win every single plushy or prize he can just to give them to you

[poedays]

Duet Headcanons!

This is Part 1 of an undefined amount. I’m also open to people suggesting a duo for future parts!

Sam + Darlin’ (Redacted Audio)

Save A Horse (Ride A Cowboy) by Big & Rich

- Angel orchestrated it

- There were cowboy hats involved

- > I unironically love this song, please go listen to it, it’s so fun.

Angel + Sweetheart (Redacted Audio)

Deceptacon by Le Tigre

- Sweetheart played the guitar, Angel sang

- It was preformed in front of the Pack Smash Tournament group

- > Performed with the enthusiasm of very little children preforming to their parents

Abby + Dear/Bud (Castle Audios)

Can I Call You Rose? by Thee Sacred Souls

- They sung it on their one month anniversary

- They were drunk

Explanation of events under the cut:

Sam/Darlin’ - The pack was doing karaoke and it was couples karaoke, except the crowd got to choose what song the couples sang. It was Angel’s turn to pick. Sam and Darlin’ were up. Sam and Darlin’ sang a duet of ‘Save A Horse (Ride a cowboy)’ and it was an absolute banger of a performance once they got into it. Angel had cowboy hats just for the occasion. (They may have bribed David to let them pick Sam and Darlin’s song). After the song ended Darlin’ grabbed Sam by the front of his shirt and they shared a kiss behind one of their cowboy hats.

Angel/Sweetheart - One day the Pack Smash Tournament group had a get together/sleepover type of deal at David’s house. Sweetheart and Angel were being menaces, as they are, but throughout the night they kept on whispering and laughing at each other. No one sensed anything out of the ordinary. After dinner, the two dragged everybody to the living room and announced they had a performance for everyone (with the passion of very little children who tell their parents they’ve come up with a performance).

With a guitar opening from Sweetheart, the two did a duet to Le Tigre’s ‘Deceptacon’. Angel gets the raspy high voice perfectly and Sweetheart had the performance of their life on the guitar. They had tried to get Babe to play the drums when the two started practising this act, although they quickly figured out Babe had very little musical talent (Babe already knew this, although no one could say no to Angel when they wanted something, so they tried anyway (also Angel definitely did not have the hindsight to think of how they’d sneak a drum kit into their house)).

Abby/Bud - One night Abby and Bud come home from a date out at a bar, it’s their one month anniversary and they thought ‘why not celebrate in style?’ (they just went to a pub down the road from Liza’s diner, but still, it was stylish to them). Both of them had gotten significantly drunk and had been going from sappy, to hyper, to emotional all throughout the night. On their walk back to Liza’s diner, the topic of Rose came up and they both started sharing stories about her. Somehow one thing lead to another and they started comparing her to the flower. Another thing lead to another and the two ended up drunkenly singing ‘Can I call you rose?’ to each other.

Don’t ask me the details on how they got there, I’m sure they wouldn’t be able to tell you either.

[i-like-ratsssss]

PepsiCola☆

(request by @massivecreationdinosaur)

Soda leaned on his back while sitting on his bed, watching you do your homework. “Darlin!” He hollered. You look over, smiling. “Yeah, Soda?” Sodapop had an expression of annoyance. “Can you c’mere?” He stuffs his face in your pillows, his face red with embarrassment. You know he loves physical affection. You got up, placing your pencil down. “Alright, PepsiCola.” You sat next to him, holding your arms open. “You know I love it when you call me that.” He placed his head in your lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You’re warm,” you smiled, stroking his hair gently. Soda always had a natural warmth and you loved it. His soft musk of car oil filling the small space between you two. 

He smiled happily, putting his nose in the nape of your neck. “Glory, and you smell good.” You always put cologne on before going to school, it’s like a natural smell now.

As you laid together for a few minutes, Soda slowly started to rest his eyes. You only had one problem left on your math homework but you didn’t wanna wake your little Sodapop from his adorable slumber. You continued stroking his hair, your legs starting to numb. You softly tapped his forehead, resting your other hand on his back; rubbing it gently. “PepsiCola, wake up. I need to finished my homework, pleaseeee?” He groaned in your lap, nodding. You got up, patting his head. You stayed standing as you started finishing your last problem. You smiled, taking your paper over to your bag. You let out a sigh, happy to finally cuddle with your boyfriend. You turned on your heels, your grin twinkles.

You walk over to him, laying on the bed next to him. “Soda, I’m done,” you say, placing one leg over his legs. A small groan left the boy as he wrapped his arms around you. You chuckle, tracing little shapes onto his back. “Such a pretty boy,” you blurt out, grinning happily. You slowly rest your eyes, your smile never leaving. You both fall asleep, wrapping into each other’s embrace. The warmth of the room keeping the moment soft and sweet. The gentle breeze of the fan on the roof, helping you from overheated. (It happens to me unironically. It’s crazy 😕.) 

Anyways!! The end!! :D Hope you all enjoy!

[mingain]

I posted 776 times in 2022

That's 765 more posts than 2021!

184 posts created (24%)

592 posts reblogged (76%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@fuzzy-melonlord

@dollscircus

@daveyserket

@undeniablyemily

@themonotonysyndrome

I tagged 247 of my posts in 2022

#redacted asmr - 130 posts

#chaos with mingain - 66 posts

#redacted angel - 46 posts

#redacted davey - 44 posts

#redacted david - 28 posts

#redacted unpopular opinions - 24 posts

#redacted asher - 23 posts

#redacted sweetheart - 23 posts

#redacted milo - 22 posts

#redacted babe - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 85 characters

#i’m setting the main character’s mother on fire in the series i’m writing so probably

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Ok, I'm sure it's clear what my opinion on the Caelum controversy is due to me reblogging every post I can telling people not to sexualize him. But, I wanted to make my own post to solidify the fact that I agree that Caelum, as a character cannoically compared to a child, should not be sexualised (nor should any character in any work that is cannonically a child or compared to a child frequently).

If any of my followers or mutuals have a problem with my standpoint on this, unfollow me immediatly. My blog is meant to be a safe place for people and having someone who condones the sexualisation of a childlike character will stop it from being safe.

69 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

#4

I'm convinced that Hux listens to 'Never Gonna Give You Up' unironically and has unknowingly Rick Rolled the whole D.A.M.N. crew on multiple occations when he was playing his music.

I do not take critisism on this.

70 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

#3

Ok, hear me out here, but Angel as a music teacher. 

- They just randomly burst into song at the worst times but it calms everyone around them.  - Has turned up to a pack meeting late with their cello on their back because one of their students wanted help writing a song. - Angel and David running into one of Angel’s students while out together and David getting to see just how much they care for their students. - Angel getting bombarded with presents from students at Christmas and the end of the academic year because their everyone’s favourite teacher. - Angel holding an after school club that they tell the school is “music theory revision” but really, it’s 5 minutes of music theory revision followed by absolute chaos and becomes a band practice. - Angel teaching Sweetheart how to play piano. More specifically, Angel teaching Sweetheart how to play Milo’s favourite song on the piano for a birthday present. (He cried) - Angel with perfect pitch. Just like, “Yeah, Christian, your voice just raised from a C4 to a E4, calm down, Asher was joking.” - Angel performing The Last Of The Real Ones by Fall Out Boy on their anniversary.

Conclusion: Music teacher Angel has my heart.

97 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

#2

More Redacted ASMR Incorrect Quotes.

Note: Some attributes I assigned to the listeners are based off of my OCs for them (Angel and Babe's jobs and where Angel and Sweetheart are from). Also thank you @moonandstarlightsposts for sending me that clip, you saved my ass from haveing a meltdown.

Angel: Vodka time! David: I'm sorry... what? Asher, running into the pack meeting with two bottles of vodka: VODKA TIME!

----------

David: You could've died! Asher: I prefer to call it a vibe check from God.

----------

Lovely: My boyfriend won't stop flirting with me! Babe: My boyfriend won't stop complimenting me! Darlin': My boyfriend won't stop lecturing me! Angel, soaking wet: My boyfriend won't stop pushing me into the goddamn pool!

----------

Babe: Fuck, marry, kill with David, Angel and William Solaire. Darlin', glaring at Babe: Obviously I'm marrying Angel-

----------

Darlin': So... uh... what do you do for a living? Angel: Oh, I'm a music teacher. Christian: Prove it. Play five songs on the piano right now. Angel, ignoring him: As you can see, I have experience with people whose maturity hasn't yet progressed past the age of 13.

----------

Angel: You know, my best friend is a dentist! Babe: Hi? David: Angel, you have the worst oral hygene I've ever seen.

----------

Sweetheart, giving Milo a present: Merry Christmas! Milo: It's June-

--------

Asher: Oh my God, how did you break your foot!? Angel: I kicked a Dalek.

----------

Angel, Babe and Sweetheart, who got sent to the past:

Gabe: Well, who are you 3 in the future? Sweetheart: A department investigator. Babe: An informed unempowered. Angel: Your future child-in-law.

David, from across the room: I'm sorry... his WHAT!?

----------

Darlin': *Walks into a pack meeting and picks up Angel.* David: Tank, put my mate down. Darlin': No &lt;3

----------

David: Everytime you talk, I get a migrane. Asher: And everytime we kiss, I swear I could fly. Angel: Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last. Milo: Need you by my side!

----------

Asher: Yo, guys, Mozart's fucking dead! Angel: Oh my God! David: Angel, you're LITERALLY A MUSIC TEACHER.

----------

Sam: Do I really have to do this? Angel, Milo and Sweetheart: YES!

Sam: Texas Milo: East Coast Angel: England Sweetheart: And Ireland All: The four hoursemen of "goddamn, they've got a sexy accent".

120 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Redacted ASMR Incorrect Quotes... it’s time.

Babe to Angel: If we made a joint YouTube channel, we would just be Unus Annus reskinned. Angel: ...Yes Sweetheart: Can I be jacksepticeye and drop in every once in a while? David: -_- Asher: ^u^ Milo: O_O?

-------------------------

Angel, tired from a long day at work: Kill me. Quinn, from behind a nearby tree: That can be arrainged.

-------------------------

Angel: I think I should go to a chiropractor. Asher: What’s a chiropractor? Angel: My bones go clicky clicky, chiropractor makes my bones go CRACK! David: ... Angel, what the actual fu-

-------------------------

Lovely: *Singing Single Ladies* Vincent: I don’t know how to feel about this.

-------------------------

Sam, walking into his home: Hello? Angel, Babe and Sweetheart: Allow us to introduce ourselves.

-------------------------

On the mates group chat

Sweetheart added SamAngel changed Sam’s name to Southern Tank Driver

Babe: Well, hello there.

-------------------------

Asher: Duck... duck... goose! Tank: Oh, please. Not even I’m that childish. Asher, grow up and play Wolf, Wolf, Vampire. David: *Dies inside*

-------------------------

Angel: MIRACULOUS! Babe: SIMPLY THE BEST! Sweetheart: UP TO THE TEST WHEN THINGS GO WRONG! Tank: MIRACULOUS! Lovely: THE LUCKIEST! David, Sam and Milo: -_- Asher and Vincent: THE POWER OF LOVE ALWAYS SO STRONG!

-------------------------

David: I should have left you on that street corner where you were standing. Angel and Asher, simultaneously: But you didn’t

------------------------

Angel: Hi... David: Hello? Angel: ... My name is Chelsea, what’s your favorite dinner food?

-------------------------

Vincent: Lovely, you seem to use humor to deflect you trama. Lovely: And? You became a flirt to deflect yours.

-------------------------

Angel: Ok, ok, ok, hear me out... *mind goes blank* Asher, Babe, Sweetheart and Milo: *Waiting patiently* David: Angel? You ok? Angel: ... cum.

-------------------------

Lovely: Sam, tell Vincent that I’m mad at him. Sam: You’re literally sitting in his lap. Lovely: Your point?

126 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Hi again I submitted this once already and I’m not sure if tumblr ate it lol. But hello it me again! The person who asked if we could submit our own HCS. These are just some goofy little one me and some friends came up with collectively. So I hope you like them, again thank you so much! 💕

When he was still working as a professor he just had random old lady candy on him at all times. His students never knew where he got it from cause they never saw him bring in a bag of candy/buy any. He just…had it?! Like all the time. And we like to think he did this just to intentionally fuck with his students. 😂

(This one was a little bit inspired by the rogues podcast if you’ve ever listened to it? Specifically the road-trip part where they go to Waffle House.) But while still living in Georgia I wholeheartedly believe this man would go there. At like 2-3 in the morning just to people watch and not so much for the food. Because for whatever reason Waffle Houses are like the Twilight zone at those hours.

Does unironically call people darlin, sugar, pumpkin, and sweetheart on occasion. Along with using the term “bless your heart/genuine concern” and “bless your heart/derogatory”.

Oh gosh, please don't think I was ignoring or that I forgot you, I feel bad now haha, but yes thank you for your headcanons!

I absolutely love and agree wholeheartedly with these! I thank you for sharing, because stuff like this really brightens my day <3

[bumblebee-moreno]

Awkward meetings (GN!reader)

Request: "Awkward first meeting for all the boys" and "Awkward first meeting and You lost something very important to you and they’re helping you look for it with Frankie Morales" for @luminescentlily

(Boys included are: Din, Javier Peña, Agent Whiskey, Frankie Morales, Max Phillips, Marcus P, and Marcus M.

Warnings: None?

A/N: Sorry this took so long to write. I had to leave a few boys out due to writer's block (Ezra, Tovar, and Zach Wellison), and I wanted to get this posted rather than continuing to stare at the screen in hopes of my brain miraculously functioning. To make up for my lack of inspiration at least a little bit, I added Marcus Moreno. Hope that's ok :)

Din Djarin

You feel a tug at your pant leg. Looking down, you are greeted by a pair of large watery eyes and big green ears. “Well hello there,” you smile, crouching down to be closer to the small child. “Where’s your family?”

He simply responds by lifting his arms towards you. You take that to mean he’d like to be lifted up. Scanning through over the crowded marketplace, you search for someone who the kid might belong to. You really have no idea what you’re looking for, having never seen anything like him, but you search nonetheless.

“Hey!” an angry voice calls out behind you. You whirl around, and before you know what’s happening, the child has been torn from your grasp and there’s a blaster to your head.

“I wasn’t going to hurt him I swear, I was just trying to find his family,” you blurt out, raising your hands in surrender.

The figure in front of you doesn’t respond at first, keeping his blaster pointed at you while he inspects the child for injury.

“Why did you have him?” The voice from under the helmet demands.

“I just found him by himself and I wanted to make sure he found his family,” you explain, voice shaking. “Are you his… Does he belong to you?”

“… yes.” He cautiously returns his blaster to its holster.

“I’m sorry,” you relax. “I didn’t mean to scare you. He’s just so… small. I didn’t want him to stay lost.”

The Mandalorian clutches the kid close to his chest as if he’s afraid they’ll be separated again. “Thank you.” He nods his head just enough for you to see the motion.

Javier Peña

“Shit, I’m going to be so fucking late,” you mutter to yourself, walking as fast as you can without sending the tall stack of papers in your arms flying.

On your way down the hall, you start going down your mental checklist.

‘Closed the window so the cat doesn’t escape? Check.’

‘Turned off the lights? Check.’

‘Locked the front door? Fuck.’

You stop in your tracks. How could you forget to lock your front door? You spin on your heel and run back towards your apartment, your one free hand switching between searching for your keys and adjusting the unstable tower balanced on your other arm.

In your haste to get your apartment locked so you can get to work on time, you fail to watch where you’re going.

Your body smacks into another. You fall backwards, losing your grip on the meticulously organised files. They scatter across the floor, completely losing the order you’d spent all night putting them in. The wind is knocked out of you for just long enough to hear the man you ran into grumping about how you should watch where you’re going.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I’m running late, I should’ve been paying more attention.” You pull yourself to your knees and start gathering your work off the floor. You’d normally stand and make sure the man you ran into is okay, but things at work are tense as it is, and being even later than you already are isn’t going to reflect well on you. Especially now that all of last night’s hard work needs to be done over.

You expect him to get up and walk past you. After his reaction to being practically tackled, you wouldn’t expect him to give you more than a second thought. But then a stack of papers lands on top of the one you’re already holding.

Your eyes shoot up to meet his. “You okay? You hit the ground kind of hard there,” Your neighbour asks.

You swallow thickly. “y-yeah, I’m fine,” you give a shaky smile. “How about you?”

“I’m all right, just running a bit late,” He offers a hasty smile before helping you to your feet. “I gotta get to work, but um, I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, momentarily forgetting how late you are.

Agent Whiskey

‘Ugh I really needed this day off,’ you type underneath the photo before pressing send.

You place your phone on the edge of the tub before relaxing back into the warm water.

It isn’t long before your phone buzzes. Your eyes widen in horror at the response:

‘I think you’ve got the wrong number, darlin’.’ It’s paired with a photo of a man you’ve never met.

He is kinda cute though. You’d never think the whole “unironically cowboy” thing could ever work but… No. No. You can’t be thinking that kind of stuff. You just texted a stranger a photo of you in the bath for fuck’s sakes, you can’t be attracted to him after that!

You frantically scroll up to examine the photo you sent, breathing a sigh of relief when you confirm that the photo you sent didn’t have anything too revealing in it; between the angle of the camera and the bubbles in your bath, nothing too embarrassing is visible.

‘Shit, I’m so sorry, that was meant for a friend ’

You pick up the shred of paper your best friend scribbled their new number on while you were at lunch with them yesterday, to figure out what happened.

‘not a problem, It’s a nice distraction from this god awful meeting I’m stuck in’

You frown. ‘You’re in a meeting and you’re texting a total stranger?’

You return your gaze to the phone number in your hand. “what in the fuck,” you say aloud to yourself. The second to last digit. It’s supposed to be a 4. Not a 9.

A shaky photo appears on your phone. It’s obviously taken from peeking just the camera of his phone over the edge of the table.

‘Damn, that looks like a serious meeting, shouldn’t you be paying attention?’ If you were texting at work, especially in a meeting, you’d have your ass handed to you unless someone was dying (and even then, it would depend on what kind of mood your boss is in that day). And this guy is just casually texting you, a stranger, during a meeting with people who look like they make more money weekly than what your whole car is worth.

‘I’m a bit more concerned that I don’t even know the name of the person who texted me such a lovely photo 😉’

‘It’s Y/N.’ you send. ‘And please delete that picture, that’s kinda private’ you ask, crossing your fingers that he respects that.

‘Already done. Mine’s Jack, since you obviously weren’t going to ask 🤠’

A soft smile appears on your face. Maybe it is kind of okay that you accidentally typed in the wrong number. Or… it will be after you (lovingly) cuss out your friend for having such bad handwriting.

Frankie Morales

“Shit.” You mutter to yourself, searching through your pockets. “shitshitshitshitshitshitshit” You swear you just had them. Or… maybe you left them on the counter back at the library?

You turn around to run back, rifling through your bag. You only make it a few steps before you’re knocked backwards to the ground.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” you blurt the moment you catch your breath again. Barely sparing a glance towards the man you ran into, you start gathering your books.

“No, no. I’m sorry,” the man insists. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.” He helps to gather your books.

“You okay?” he finally asks.

You look up at him and freeze. He’s really cute. In the ‘I give the best hugs in the world’ kind of way.

“Yeah,” you respond breathlessly. “I just think I lost my car keys at the library, and I’m running late for lunch with a friend.” You mentally kick yourself. You just ran over the only attractive man you’ve seen since moving here, and then the first thing you do is overshare?

“Oh, did you want some help looking?” he immediately offers.

“I wouldn’t want to be any trouble.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he shrugs. “I’ve got lunch plans I’m desperately trying to find an excuse to get out of, so you’re helping me, really.”

“Okay, um… sure,” you nod. “an extra set of eyes looking wouldn’t hurt.”

“Cool. I’m Frankie.”

You introduce yourself and shake his outstretched hand.

The two of you make your way back towards the library.

“so…” you break the uncomfortable silence. “Lousy lunch plans, huh?”

“…yeah,” Frankie falls silent for a moment. “A couple of guys I used to serve with invited me out and I didn’t really have an excuse to say no.”

“Don’t get along with them?”

“We used to be friends, but I’m kind of rethinking that lately.”

“Oh,” you debate asking more questions. But then again, he doesn’t have to answer if he doesn’t want to, right? “Did… did something happen?”

“Convinced me to go to South America a while back, which would’ve been fine, except we kind of got stuck there, and my wife was left alone with the baby.”

Your stomach dropped at this. You’re not even sure why; you just met the guy, you really have no reason to be disappointed he’s taken.

“Was she at least understanding?” You ask.

“huh?”

“Your wife.”

“Oh,” Frankie chew his lip for a moment. “no. When I got back, she was… possessive. Searching my phone, never letting me go out with friends, that kind of stuff. Separated a few months later.”

“Oh,” you try to ignore the fact that your heart skipped a beat; you can’t be excited—that’s insensitive. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be.” Frankie pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry, actually. I was helping you find your keys, and here I am ranting about my whole tragic backstory as if you actually cared.”

“I don’t mind.” You actually like listening to him. But you keep that to yourself.

“You shouldn’t have to listen to all that though—”

“Shit!” you interrupt him. “I’m such an idiot.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Frankie looks like he’s assuming the worst.

“…I didn’t lose my car keys. I walked here. And lunch with my friend is next week.” You chuckle bitterly. “I was so lost in my head I completely forgot she rescheduled. Sorry I wasted your time.”

“It’s okay,” Frankie laughs. You can’t help but smile at his lopsided dimple. “Hey, since you don’t have lunch plans and I want to get out of mine… Can I take you out? You can tell me your life’s story since you already know mine?���

“Sure,” you smile, though half of you is screaming to just leave the country to escape the embarrassment.

Max Phillips

“Ew, no.” you scrunch your nose.

“Hey, you’re the one that lost the bet.” Eva insists.

“I am not kissing a random stranger.” You sweep your gaze across the crowded café.

“It was your idea.” Eva sips her tea.

“That was because I thought I was going to win.” You cross your arms across your chest.

“You don’t get to opt out just because you’re a sore loser.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know them, what if they have a disease or something? Gross.” Your stomach turns at the idea.

“Okay, fine.” Eva sighs. And, for a fleeting moment, you have hope that she’s given in. “Kiss that guy then,” she points.

You turn. “Oh my god, Eva. No.”

“What? He doesn’t look like he has a disease,” Eva shrugs.

“He looks like a frat boy.”

“He’s cute though.” Eva leans in a not-at-all-subtle way to get a clearer view of him.

“I hate you.” You stand up. “And when I’m done, you’re buying me an entire bottle of vodka to wash my mouth with.”

“Yes!” Eva cheers triumphantly. A few people shoot her expressions of annoyance at the outburst.

You storm over to the man and pull him in by the collar. His lips barely brush against yours before you’re stomping back to your friend. Though, for a moment, you actually consider staying to talk to him. Eva was right, he definitely isn’t hard on the eyes.

You push the thought from your mind and collapse back into your seat, scowling at your friend.

“You’re literally the worst human being on the planet,” you huff.

“You’re just being dramatic,” Eva laughs.

“Am not.” Okay… maybe you are, but Eva can’t know that.

“Fine. We’ll go get you a drink once I’m back from the bathroom.” Eva skips off, still laughing about your reaction.

She’s barely out of sight before her seat is filled by the stranger you just kissed.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I lost a bet,” you don’t look up at him, instead choosing the glare at a stain on the wooden table.

“I figured as much.” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice. “I also figured I have the right to at least know the name of the person who just kissed me.”

You reluctantly introduce yourself, still refusing to make eye contact with the man.

“I’m Max. And, if you want to apologise for kissing me without my consent,” he throws a napkin with a phone number scribbled in red sharpie onto the table in front of you, “You can call me.”

Marcus Pike

You hum quietly to yourself, unable to stop smiling. It’s been so long since you’ve gone on a real date. You turn on your shower, but instead of water coming from the showerhead, it starts leaking from the base of the hose.

That can’t be good. You turn off the water and fiddle with the shower. Maybe it just came loose.

You reach for the handle to try the water again. But before your hand can even touch the cool metal, the entire shower head disconnects from the wall and clatters to the shower floor.

Letting out an exasperated groan, you start gathering your clothes into a bag. You really don’t have time for this today. Crossing your fingers your neighbour is home, you head next door.

You’ve never actually talked to him, but you figure he’s probably a safer bet than the crazy old neighbour on your other side; the way he looks at you whenever you run into him gives you the jitters. And not the “he’s a creep” kind of feeling you get when anyone else stares for too long. More like the “he’s probably got a taxidermy cat in his living room and a human body in his closet” kind of feeling. So the neighbour you’ve never even introduced yourself to will have to do.

Your knock echoes through the quiet air. Shifting from foot to foot, you wait impatiently for an answer.

The door clicks open, leaving you face-to-face with your neighbour, who is way cuter up close than you expected him to be.

“…hi,” He greets you as if he’s startled by your presence.

“…hi…” you bite your lip and tear your gaze away from his face to examine your shoe. “I… Well, I live next door, and well—”

“I know,” he interrupts.

“I-What?”

“I’ve seen you… around. We get home from work at the same time, so…”

“Oh.” You chew on your lip for a moment. “Look, my shower broke, and I have a date I have to get to, and well…” you drift off. Are you really asking your irresistibly adorable neighbour who you’ve never met if you can use his shower?

“Oh. Okay, did you want to use mine then?” You pretend not to notice how pink his face has turned.

“Would you mind? I just—I’m running late and I don’t have time to figure out what’s wrong with mine before I leave and still have time to get ready to go.”

“Sure, Come on in,” He shuffles out of the way to allow you space to enter. “Down the hall, second door to the right.”

“Thank you so much,” you smile awkwardly. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

You walk as quickly as you can without breaking into a run to get to the bathroom, leaving Marcus frozen in the doorway.

This is not how he imagined meeting you. Not that he imagined that at all. And he definitely hadn’t spent hours trying to figure out how to ask you out. Because that would be weird.

And he just let you use his shower to go on a date with someone else.

Fuck.

Marcus Moreno

“Excuse me,” a voice speaks up from behind you, just barely audible over your music. You turn around to find that the voice belongs to a young girl.

“Hello,” you greet taking out your headphones.

“Do you see that guy over there?” she asks, pointing across the cluttered bookstore to a man struggling to balance a tower of books while skimming the shelves for more.

“The one in the glasses?” you confirm.

“That’s my dad,” the girl nods. “He thinks you’re cute, but he’s too afraid to talk to you.”

“Oh,” you say, unsure whether you should be flattered or amused.

“He says it’s ‘cause he doesn’t want to weird you out,” she elaborates, “but I think he’s scared you won’t like him back.”

The man glances up, and, upon seeing his daughter talking to you, rushes over. He pauses only briefly when he trips over a box of books placed in the middle of the walkway.

“Oh, here he comes, act natural,” the girl whisper-yells just before her father arrives. “Oh, hey dad,” she greets him nonchalantly.

“Missy, what did we just talk about?” he scolds.

“I know, I know,” she rolls her eyes. “I shouldn’t go up to strangers and tell them my dad thinks they’re cute even when he totally does.”

Missy’s dad freezes, a look of horrified embarrassment washing over his face. “You… You told them what?”

“I’m going to shop some more,” she walks away, winking at you.

“Hey, you get back here, young lady,” he calls after her, struggling not to raise his voice above a murmur in the middle of the peaceful book shop. His daughter ignores him.

He groans under his breath. “I’m sorry about her,” he turns back to you.

“It’s okay,” you laugh. “I’m Y/N,”

“Marcus.” He looks down at his armful of books. “I’d uh… I’d offer a handshake but…”

“Don’t worry about it,” you smile. Marcus smiles back. You allow a moment of uncomfortable silence before speaking up again. “So… you think I’m cute?”

“What? No! I mean, Yes. I mean…” Marcus’ face scrunches up in embarrassment. “Yes? But not… not in a weird way. I wasn’t like… admiring you or anything. That’d be… weird.” Marcus hangs his head with an exasperated sigh. “I’m sorry. I’ll just shut up now.”

You smile again at the flustered man in front of you. After a moment, you pull a pen from your sweatshirt pocket.

“Well, here’s my number,” you say, writing as clearly as you can across his forearm. “You can text me if you decide you do think I’m cute… In a weird way.”

You walk to the counter to pay for your books, sincerely hoping he decides to text.

---

Taglist:

@pascalisthepunkest @trashbin2 @anatanotegami @beesting77 @northernpunk @pumpkin-stars

[horrorstolemyheart]

Pet Names/Terms of Endearment

Note: This is another one I typed up a few weeks ago and debated on posting. All in all I’m pretty happy with it. Another basic set of HC’s just to get my writers brain going. As always I hope you guys enjoy! I also hope these characters feel well… in character. Please let me know if anything feels OOC, I really try my best lol.

(If anyone has a vampire character they'd like to see me write for please feel free to ask! 😁)

Warnings: None

Fandoms: The Lost Boys, Near Dark, Fright Night (1985), Midnight Mass, Fright Night Part 2 (1988)

The Lost Boys (Poly): Right off the bat, baby or babe are definitely the most used, the latter being most common. They’ll also veer off and call you  sweetheart. Marko is a cheeky little devil, so he likes to call you ‘sexy’ or ‘hot stuff’. Sometimes when you’re all feeling extra silly you’ll all come up with stupid silly names. You, Marko, and Paul are usually the ones to do this. Dwayne thinks it’s funny, he just simply doesn’t get involved, at least not all that often. You all like to pester David with it as well because he gets pissed off and it’s absolutely comical. “Cutie Patootie?” “Honey bunny?” “Pookie?” He’ll usually end up shouting back at you guys with an irritated ‘WHAT?!’ All the while the three of you are trying and failing to hold back laughter.

Star: I believe honestly as much as she adores you, she isn’t as big on the pet names. But her go to’s are ‘My heart’ and ‘sunshine’  which are exceptionally adorable to hear. If you have any cute pet names for her it’s a good way to get her to smile.

Jerry Dandrige: He likes the classics, so you definitely get called things like dear, darling, my love, love of my life. Hearing you call him 'my love' is probably one of his favorite things in the entire world. It’s also a good way to get your way about something, he just cannot say no to that name.  

Severen: Love, love, loves pet names. He has his go to's for you but he honestly calls you a lot of different things. Darlin' is his most common, but he'll also call you honey, sugar, baby doll is another one he really enjoys. Whether or not you love or hate the names he calls you he doesn’t really care. If it makes you flustered, that's a win in his book.

Father Paul: I think because you guys are in a forbidden relationship and he isn't allowed to be affectionate towards you out in public he doesn't really use pet names super often. This is mainly out of habit. If you use pet names for him, you have to bite your tongue unless you're alone together. He's pretty simple, he'll call you sweetheart or darling and that's about as far as he goes.

Regine Dandrige: Very similar to her brother. They are both quite the charmers. She could call you just about anything and it would instantly give you butterflies in your stomach. ‘Could you come here darling?’ Boom. You are putty in her hands. She doesn’t go off the rails with anything silly. I also have this feeling she likes some of the French terms of endearment, calling you  ‘mon cher' or ‘mon ange’ on occasion.

 Louie: He does tend to use ‘babe’ quite often on you, but he also likes to use names like cutie pie unironically. He’ll also just call you really goofy stuff just to make you laugh. If you use any cute pet names for him, you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. Sometimes out of nowhere you’ll hear him say ‘You’re dynamite baby!’ not exactly a nickname, but he just likes to say it.

Belle: Well… Belle is mute, so she obviously can’t use any pet names for you, but she always smiles whenever you call her something. She always wishes she had the ability to reciprocate in the same manner. So she’s more physical in order to make up for it. She opts for blowing kisses, winking, or pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Bozworth: I don’t really see him using any pet names for you, it’s not really his thing, but you can use them for him if you like. He does love you, and it warms his heart if you’ve got any special nicknames for him. 

[specterwrites]

Is there something the MC could say that would really really hurt the ROs? and what would they need to do to get their forgiveness? love u, hope ur resting and not stressing<3

love u, hope ur resting and not stressing<3

Thank you for the kind words -- I wish the same to you and anyone reading this!

Lázaro: He would be most hurt by something personalized, like: “Your existence is a mistake. You have no business being alive. The Sovereignty should cull you to preserve the Natural Order.” There would be nothing that MC could do to be forgiven.

Belvidere: Bel is very good at deflecting insults. Even if something really, truly hurt them, they would have some quip ready to lessen the pain. Oh, Belvidere would call MC out, loudly and publicly, but they would accept an apology... given MC appears sincere enough and they also describe what motivated them to act so horribly toward Belvidere.

Prudence: She would be most hurt by generalized insults or else insults that are personalized against those she cares about. The corporal would get offended by comments specific to her, sure, but she tries to laugh those off. Something like: “They were right to send all of you away. Better to die patrolling the Frontier than remain and pollute Society. At least now you’ll serve a higher purpose, protecting your betters.” To be clear, that is totally the unironic viewpoint of most people, and MC would never be forgiven. They might be on the receiving end of Darlin’, actually.

Blythe: He takes insults a little differently than most people. Blythe is not “just insecure and projecting his discomfort onto other people” or something. No, he absolutely believes that he is objectively superior to everyone else. So if MC insulted him, he would recognize it as a slight, but regard it as if MC just told him something factually incorrect. He would tell them how stupid they are and correct them. That’s some sort of forgiveness, I suppose?

MC1/MC2: I imagine what would hurt them most comes from their background. For example, for MC1, something like: “You are unwanted and always will be unwanted. No matter what you do, or how much better you are than your brother, you will never be given your due simply because you were not born ‘the right way’.” Or, for MC2: “Why would anyone listen to you? You are an animal, and deserve to be treated like an animal. It is only natural that you submit to the yoke and take your rightful place beneath the heels of your superiors.” Forgiveness would depend largely on player choice and the kind/cruel stat.

[lyssismagical]

paint me in trust, i’ll be your best friend

Febufluff Day 1 & 2 - Snuggles & Rainy Day {Parkner}

Read on AO3

*

Peter wakes to the sound of rain bouncing harmlessly off his window.

For a few moments of absolute solitude, that’s all he does. Watches the rain clinging to his window, racing their way to the bottom.

His breaths are even, no fear hanging onto his bones, no remnants of nightmares playing out before his eyes, no worries filling his head. Just simplicity and peace.

Harley’s arms tighten around his waist, maybe somehow knowing Peter had woken up, and slowly blinks his eyes open, gazing down at Peter with a squinted expression.

“You ‘kay?” he asks, voice rough from only just waking up. His arms are tight around Peter and his eyes only shine with concern, no nightmares on his end either.

Peter smiles up at his boyfriend, resting his head on Harley’s chest to continue looking out the window at the cloudy sky.

“Yeah, I’m good… Really good,” he murmurs against Harley’s warm skin. “Guess the weather means no Spider-Man?”

Harley squeezes him. “It’s comforting to know you’re aware I’d never let you out in weather like this.”

“A little rain never hurt anybody,” Peter says, but the acceptance is clear in his voice. He doesn’t really want to leave either.

It’s still early, sun barely peeking over the horizon through the clouds, but they don’t bother falling back to sleep. They’d gone to bed early the night before after a long week of hard working.

They’re both at MIT, their last year before they’ll be graduating and taking over Stark Industries full-time. Harley works as a mechanic, mostly odd hours, and Peter works at the library. Between their jobs, their classes, their homework, and Peter’s Spider-Manning, it’s been tough week after tough week after tough week.

It’s nice to just lay in bed, limbs entangled beneath a pile of soft blankets, and watch the rain fall outside their window.

Peter grabs Harley’s hand, one of the two wrapped around his waist, and presses a kiss to his knuckles.

“Love you,” he murmurs, blinking up at Harley who grins dopily down at him.

“Love you too, darlin’.”

Eventually, they do have to drag their way out of bed. It’s not possible, especially with Peter’s grumbling stomach, to stay tucked away from the world for all of Sunday.

Harley had laughed when Peter’s stomach wouldn’t stop making noises, pressing a gentle kiss to Peter’s forehead, before stretching to get up.

Harley makes the batter, falling for Peter’s puppy dog eyes when he asks for chocolate chips, and Peter’s the one who cooks them. It’s a simple system, but it means a lot to them. The first time they hung out, they made pancakes just like they are now. Pancakes are like a little tradition to them.

Harley wraps his arms around Peter from behind as the hero sleepily starts working on cooking the pancakes, pressing little kisses to Peter’s neck and shoulders.

“I should write that paper I’ve been procrastinating,” Peter says, leaning back into Harley’s warmth.

But Harley just rests his forehead against Peter’s shoulder and smiles. “Another time?”

Rolling his eyes, Peter tries his best to bite back a smile. “Yeah… Another time.”

As soon as the pancakes are finished, they curl back up on the couch together, tugging an old quilt over their legs and putting Jeopardy on the TV.

It’s another one of their little traditions to watch Jeopardy together. They have a little competition to see who can get more right answers, faster than the contestants. They almost always tie, but it’s still a fun game. If somebody loses, they’re the one who has to do the dishes that day.

“That’s not fair!” Harley exclaims when Peter gets an answer before him. “My mouth was full!”

Peter laughs, rolling his eyes. “That’s just how the game works, Keener. You snooze, you lose… Or, well, you chews, you lose.”

“That’s not even grammatically correct,” the older boy whines, grabbing a bite of Peter’s pancakes. “Therefore, you lose a point.”

“You lose a point for saying therefore unironically,” Peter says.

Instead of arguing, Harley just pushes a forkful of pancakes into Peter’s mouth and shouts out the answer of the next question.

“That’s cheating,” Peter pouts, swallowing the food. “It doesn’t count.”

Harley tries to hide his smile, but his eyes are so bright, so lively, that it’s hard not to notice. “Fine, you win, Parker. I’ll do the dishes later.”

He starts pulling away from Peter to start on the piles of dishes on their counter, from days upon days of saying they’ll do it and things getting in the way, but Peter grabs his wrist, pouting.

“Don’t go?” he says, sending his puppy dog eyes Harley’s way.

The older boy grins, flipping Peter’s hand over to press a kiss to his knuckles.

“We’ll regret it tomorrow if we continue to pile up our dishes,” Harley says, shaking his head. “Don’t you think we should get some work done while we have some time?”

Peter rolls his eyes, tugging the quilt up over his head. “Don’t you think we deserve some down time?”

Face softening, Harley sits down on the couch again, grabbing Peter’s ankle to run his thumb gently in little circles. They’re both tired, it’s been a long time since they’ve had a genuine day off from all responsibilities. It’s been a lot of working, especially for Peter who goes out as Spider-Man every chance he gets.

“I know you’re tired, darlin’, but don’t you think it’ll make you feel better if our apartment doesn’t look like it’s been hit by a hurricane?”

Peter pokes his head out from under the quilt, smiling dopily up at his boyfriend. “I will never stop loving hearing our apartment.”

“And don’t you want our apartment to be clean?”

“Says the guy who didn’t clean his room for months at a time,” Peter retorts, closing his eyes. “I’ll help you do the dishes if you promise we can just cuddle all afternoon.”

Harley, never one to say no to cuddles, smiles softly. “Yeah, honey, I promise.”

“You’re worse than Mister Stark is with pet names, you know that?”

*

Peter sits on the ground in front of Harley, rolling his eyes. “Only you could manage something like this.”

He’s got their first aid kit, constantly stocked thanks to Peter’s Spider-Manning, in his lap, propped open as he digs through it for what he needs.

“It’s not my fault!” Harley exclaims, holding the tissue tightly against his finger.

While washing the dishes, he may or not have sneezed and dropped a plate, cutting his finger.

It’s not a bad cut, but Peter didn’t hesitate before racing off to get their first aid kit.

Peter doesn’t respond, focused on cleaning it up, and then he wraps Harley’s finger in a bright pink Hello Kitty bandaid.

Peter presses a gentle kiss to the bandaid over Harley’s finger before looking up at his boyfriend, a light blush touching his cheeks. “All better.”

“Mm, I think I have another injury,” Harley says, grinning. He taps his bottom lip with his finger. “Can you kiss it better too?”  

Peter rolls his eyes, but leans up towards Harley. “You’re such a dumbass, you know that?”

He gives Harley a quick peck to the lips, but Harley’s quick to grab him by the back of the neck, and pull him in again.

Between kissing, Harley breathes, “I’m your dumbass, though.”

Peter grins so brightly, they have to stop kissing. He drops his forehead to Harley’s shoulder, hiding his smile against Harley’s skin.

“We’ve been together for five years, darlin’, and…”

“I just love hearing it,” Peter says. “You’re my dumbass, and I’m yours.”

Harley slides his hand up down, rubbing gentle circles into his shoulders, pressing kisses to Peter’s temple and the crown of his head. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

They stay there, wrapped in their own thoughts about the future. In less than a year, they’ll be running Stark Industries. They’ll be out of University, out of their little apartment in Massachusetts, and into the tower’s penthouse. Just them two now that Tony and Pepper live permanently with Morgan in their cabin.

Five years together.

Five whole years filled with snuggles and Jeopardy, pancakes and doing the dishes. Nights spent in medical together, hand in hand. Five years of being together, of feeling like they belong somewhere for the first time in a really long time.

Five of the best years of their lives.

Peter sniffles, for once the tears that fill his eyes are happy tears, and he presses a kiss to Harley’s shoulder.

“You okay?” Harley asks. “Sorry about breaking our plate, by the way, it was an accident, and I know the Hello Kitty bandaids were yours-”

Peter lifts his head, grinning at his boyfriend, even when a tear catches on his eyelashes, like the rain that continues to pour outside their cozy apartment.

“I just really fucking love you,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss Harley again.

Harley’s calloused hands are safe against his face, smile making the worry lines smoothen out and his eyes light up, washing away any and all insecurities.

“I really fuckin’ love you too, darlin’.” Harley catches Peter’s tear on his thumb, gently brushing it away. “But I think I promised you cuddles now that we’re done with the dishes.”

Peter smiles brighter, leaning his forehead against Harley’s, trying to control the wildfire of love that burns through his chest.

*

Peter wakes up cold.

He blinks his eyes open slowly to find the TV playing The Office on mute, characters moving animatedly without sound. Harley’s not beside him, the couch cold where he’d once been. Their quilt is carelessly discarded on the floor.

He heads to their bedroom, blinking blearily when he doesn’t find Harley anywhere in their apartment. He tugs a shirt on over his head, one of Harley’s that smells like motor oil and his cheap soap.

“Harley?” he calls out, turning in a circle. Their apartment is empty and quiet. And then, he realizes Harley’s shoes are missing from their place at the door.

He tugs on his own shoes, a pair of old sneakers, and grabs his keys.

He doesn’t have to go far, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

Harley’s in the park across the street from their apartment, worn yellow shirt standing out brightly against the grey sky. His arms are lifted to the sky, wet hair sticking to his face.

“Babe?” he calls out, approaching his boyfriend slowly. “You okay?”

Harley turns to him, a grin plastered across his face as the rain pours around them. He takes the few steps he needs to reach Peter. One hand cups his cheek, and the other wraps around Peter’s waist, almost lifting his off the ground as he presses their mouths together, rain falling heavily over them.

Peter pulls away first, squinting up at his boyfriend, he’s laughing and it makes Peter smile too. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I just really fuckin’ love life, right now,” Harley says, eyes sparkling. They’re soaking wet and cold, standing out in the rain, in the dim evening light, and Harley looks like it’s the best day of his life. “I love you and I love our apartment and I love getting to wake up next to you every morning.”

Peter kisses Harley again, he can’t help it. “And you couldn’t tell me this in our warm apartment?”

“I’ve never had anything permanent before, until you came along. And I just- I guess I just realized that this, us, it’s forever, you know? And I just love that. I love you.”

“Are we in a Hallmark movie now?” Peter asks. Kissing in the rain, professing their love. “I love you too, babe. You’re such a dumbass, though. You didn’t need to come all the way out here to say that to me.”

“I’m your dumbass,” Harley breathes again. He’s still grinning like he can’t help it. “And you’re the love of my life.”

Peter shakes his head, kissing Harley again. “You’ve lost your mind, Keener.”

“One day, I’m going to be a Parker,” Harley says, smiling against Peter’s mouth. “One day, I’ll be a Parker and- and we’ll get married and we’ll have one of those sappy little weddings where Tony will cry. And we’ll- we’ll run Stark Industries together and live in Manhattan together. And we’ll- we’ll- I don’t know, adopt a bunch of lost kids like we were, because you’re such a good person. And I’ll get to wake up next to you every day and tell you I love you.”

Peter’s expression softens, catching the tears that fall from Harley’s eyes, even as they mix with the rain water. “You promise?”

“Fuck, darlin’, I promise. I love you, whatever happens, sweetheart, I love you.”

“I love you too. Always, babe, I’ll always love you.”

[fictionallystable]

Fluffy Stuff for Warde/Anna:

Asked by @zephours, here’s your mundane/domestic life fluff.

What’s their go to pick up line/flirting tactic? 

Warden: For Anna, he’ll use special methods to make her blush furiously. After they’ve confronted with each other’s feelings, he just upped his flirting game. He would call her from Ace/Fishy/Fisherman/Annie to Sweetheart/Pumpkin/Darlin’. He’ll hold her hands, plant a kiss so slowly whilst keeping eye contact, that there would make her pale skin red as a rose on a fields of a flowers. Anna: she doesn’t flirt, period. 

Can they dance?

Warden: oh yes he can lmfao. Anna: no, she’s really bad and she hates it.

Underwear style?

Warden: Boxers. I would say triangles but he’s a ladies man and he has to keep up a reputation lol Anna: Just some regular ladies sport boxers. She doesn’t have to impress anyone. But when Warden visits, she would put on something special (if you know what I mean *eyebrows wiggle*).

Crayons, markers, colored pencils or paint?

Warden: he will carry a pen around. Anna: a pencil.

What was their childhood stuffed animal of choice?

Warden: he didn’t have one, because his father had a tough demeanor, he didn’t really have the best childhood. Anna: she had a collection of toys as she grew up, she’s a very famous politician's daughter so she was provided with a lot.

What’s their sleeping position?

Warden: on his back, one hand above his head. Anna: on her stomach, or her side curled up. Together on bed: depends on the time of the night, sometimes her back would be to him and his chest would be on her back. Other times she would be curled up on his back giving him the most uncomfortable position to sleep. But he doesn’t move.

Do they snore?

Warden: Questionable. Anna: Extremely rare, when she’s very very tired.

What do they act like when drunk?

Warden: he almost never get drunk so you can’t tell how does he act if he’s drunk. Anna: he almost never drinks, so she will get drunk very easily, and she will slur out stuff angrily, stuff she find frustrating on a daily basis, and would get her anger out at anyone who she sees, doesn’t matter if its a complete stranger. Warden would watch her amused by her act because its funny to see her on a talking rampage, until she’s actually about to starts a fight he would pull her out and take her home.

Sweet, sour, salty, or savory?

Warden: likes sour stuff, and but prefers savory. Anna: has a massive sweet tooth. When Warden visits, he brings a cake. He knows how much she loves sweet stuff.

Can they play an instrument? If so, which one(s)?

Warden: Piano maybe. Anna: Guitar, her friend showed her how to play that instrument.

What is their guilty pleasure?

Warden: When Anna calls him by his name (Collinn), it sends him over the edge lmao. Anna: Holding hands with Collinn, she would never admit it to him but she likes it when he holds her hands unironically. 

If they got a new pet, what would they name it?

Warden: he’s straight up call the pet Ace, he liked the name so much from calling Anna that he just names his pet that. Anna: she had a giant German shepherd called Tuffy when she was a kid. She grew out of having a pet since then

Beach house, cozy snowy cabin, tree house in a forest or desert paradise?

If they (decided) went on a vacation together, I reckon Warden would want to go to a Beach house, but Anna would prefer a cozy snowy cabin.

Describe their laugh.

Warden: deep voiced chuckles. Anna: she barely laughs, she’s very emo lmfao (also i’m just avoiding this question because i dont know how to describe it)

Hoodies, knit sweaters, wool coats or just a blanket to stay warm?

Anna would prefer a hoodie, but Warden would pull her to cuddle and she would melt immediately, less effort and warms both up.

Are they good with their hands? How do they deal with household-type maintenance?

Both of them are military trained so yes, their great with their hands.

Favorite carnival attraction?

Warden: Anna, he’ll just stare at her all the time. He has no interest in the attractions. He’s content with Anna’s reactions. Anna: she never really went on a Carnival since her parents didn’t let her, but when Warden suggested that they would go to one, the fucking glow up in her face, he never saw anything like that. She was like a child again.

Showers or baths?

Both refers showers. They rarely have time for baths. But when either of them have time to, they would certainly enjoy a relaxing one.

What’s their ideal day off like?

Warden: he likes to relax at home, watch TV or read something.  Anna: she would go out to jog, or to the gym. She can’t sit at home. If Warden is back from Hereford he’d force her to just stay at home as he cooked. It feels awkward but Collinn would shove a book in her hands telling her to read it until he’s finished cooking. And when he’s done, he can’t take the book out of hold.

[hiraethjules]

Okay so if you know me irl u know that sometimes I call ppl (namely my friends) honey and darlin and sugar unironically and platonically all the time, as that is just normal where we live

So if I call you that just don’t be surprised

I’m either 1. Being sassy or 2. Just talking to you as I do my irl friends 💕

[lovebeyondmeasure]

Doc and wynonna and snort

Doc smiled indulgently at an increasingly drunk Wynonna, who was going on about something incomprehensible that had to do with the television.

“I’m telling you, they were meant to be together!” she protested as Doc hauled her bodily into the bathroom.

“Their dynamic is-” she looked around suspiciously. “Why am I in the bathroom?”

“Because, sweetheart,” Doc said, “this is where nights like this invariably end.”

“You and me invariably end-”

She turned to the toilet.

Doc’s laughter earned him a glare.

“Hey, I’m a fucking delight,” she said between heaves.

Doc snorted, pulling back her hair.

“I know, darlin’.”

[available on ao3] // [I’ll write a you a drabble based on this post: Ok but which part of ur otp unironically calls themselves “a fucking delight” and which one immediately snorts]