#big stupid smile on my face whenever I get to add more things to the dect art tag. makes me wanna do more art for em too

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I'm a simple man I see art inspired by the fanwork I made and I get so hyped I start vibrating like a microwave or perhaps a small animal

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BUNNY TRAP

Stepdad!Leon X Fem!Reader

Cw - p in v, daughter chasing after dad, stepcest, noncon(?) Unprotected

WRD- 1.5k

You always knew your dad was hot, total babe back in the 2000's ever since you were a kid your friends always gushed over him, and it was fair, always thought it was gross though. Like he's YOUR dad, stepdad yeah but he still raised you, sure he had a cute face, big arms, his pornstar tits were an add on. But he was Dad, nothin' more, But fuck the way he cups your cheek when your sad, hugs you, gives you that awkward Dad kiss. Just makes you yearn for him, which is wrong you know it's wrong but it's like that itch.

Your friends are always tellin' you how lucky you are, not only is Dad hot, he's nice y'know? Real good dad, picks you up everyday, gets you real nice things. Best guy honestly can see why Mom picked him!

"Hi kiddo, you wanted to check out that new place-?" Dad said opening your bedroom door, stupid fucken smile on his dumb hot face

'bury your face in my tits'

"Oh no -! It's okay- really I'm real tired"

'fuck me till I can't breathe'

"Huh- alright, come down soon dinners gonna be ready, and sorry Moms not home yet she said she'd be here in a few weeks 'k?"

'i wanna scream your name'

"Oh it's alright, and of course dad!"

With that he left, shutting the door halfway, dick move but it probably wasn't on purpose, the smell of his colone in the room, only imagining Dad stuff you up. God your disgusting, this is dad. Fourth something year old DAD, since when did you have these thoughts about him, as a kid sure you always thought he was cute 'ohhb I would totally date someone as big and strong as my Daddy!'

But it was LIKE, not actually him. But you can't stop thinkin' about him, wanting Dad to shove your face in the mattress pull on your hair, do the shit they do in pornos. Nasty thoughts, feeling gross and hot imagining all the shit you wanna do with the poor guy, as he just stood there not knowin' thinking your his innocent little daughter who could do no wrong! Oh no she would never have sex before marriage! Oh no my little girl doesn't even cuss!

Yeah right Dad, mhm. Actin' like in middle school my friends weren't blushing over you, whenever you walked in.

Fucken idiot, your little girls not pure, she's not good. She ain't innocent, hell she fantasizes about fucken you every day. It doesn't matter, nothings ever gonna come of this right? Just walk downstairs, eat dinner with dad and go back in your room and sleep it off.

"Sweetiee you finnaly came, how was your day?" Dad says sitting across from you, he didn't even cook. Fucken liar this was clearly some bullshit from a 4 star restaurant he just put on a plate. "Oh it's fine, nothin' much." You say staring at the table, trying to distract yourself from him, how he smells, how he sits, how he opens his mouth, the way he moves his bangs out of his dumb face, his breath. The intoxicating feeling of just bein' near him now.

"Are you okay?"

"Why'd you ask that? You know I'm always fine-" you say in response, playing with your fingers, avoiding his gaze. God feels like a crush in primary school, messin' up words and giggling to your friends about the fastest guy. "You just don't seem like yourselfer Hun, you can always talk to me you know that?" He says, feeling his eyes on you, not in a creepy way more an endearing way which somehow made your entire situation worse. "yeah- I know, don't worry it's fine!" You mumble, lookin' up at him, god he really was dreamy, just wanting him to- NO no more fantasy's.

You finish up, so does he. He just gives you that concerned Dad look before you get up and run back up the stairs like a bitch and lock yourself in your room, typing into Google

'how to stop liking your dad'

'is it normal to have a crush on your dad'

'is it illegal to fuck your step dad'

Jesus Christ your search history, just laying on your side in your bed. Thighs squeezed together tryna' stop thinking about dad, you've seen him shirtless before. Yeah you felt a little hot in your core before, anytime he hugged you you felt so- just so warm. Not the lovey Awee dad and daughter warm, more like if your boyfriend hugged you nice and tight! Feels good, feels warm and fuzzy, pit in your stomach that can only be filled by one thing.

Tossin' and turnin' it's only 6:00pm shit, Dad's still downstairs probobly watching some old movie, he really likes thoughs for some reason, and westerns it's kinda creepy but your the one who wants to fuck him so you really can't be judging. your thoughts are too much to bare, a girl can only last so long on the edge, panties soaked thinking about shit, and hell when you can actually recreate what you want, Nothing's stopping you. Other then ethics but who even cares anymore, walking downstairs to Dear ol' Daddy, bingo.

"Mm- Dad-? Can I talk to you?" You mutter walking up behind the sofa he's laying in, playing with your fingers, how do even address this like,

'Oh yeah dad! Can you just bend your daughter over and fuck her till she's blubbering nonsense, you raised her since she was seven but y'know !!'

No.

"Hm, yeah of course, what's the problem bunny?" He says sitting up, glancing behind him to your miserable face, little frown on your lips. He raises a brow seeing your face, you felt all fuzzy feeling your throat get dry, the hell were you supposed to do?

"Uh Dad, can- can you come upstairs" you mutter looking at him, feeling your chest get heavy. Of course dear Daddy doesn't wanna disappoint you so he gets up and walks over to ya

"What's wrong, Hun?" He says, so sweetly fuck. Looken' all concerned for you, just fall into his chest, even though Dad was in shape he had fatass boobs, real nice to put your face in whenever he hugged ya. Just like always as a concerted Daddy does he puts an arm around you, pulling you nice and tight, "Baby?" He says in that same voice, pullin' your face away from his body, looking down at you.

"Can- can we just sit down" you say grabbing his hand forcefully and leading him to the nice leather sofa, you didn't know much about Mom but she really liked expensive shit and this was the only thing at home she bought..

You push him onto his back, his head resting on the arm, he looked kinda confused, like a puppy! You crawl over on top on him, ass rested on his lower pelvis. "Hey Bunny this is a little- whats wrong?" Dad says trying to carefully lift you off of him, awe stupid Daddy actin' like you're just gonna listen to him

"Dad just let me do this- please, you love me right?" You say looking at him in the eyes, pout on your stupid lips, he just nods slowly as a response. Unzippin' his jeans, wow this really is a shitty porno plot.

'Cute stepdaughter seduces and fucks her Dad while Mom isn't home!'

Jesus Christ you fucking creep.

With his pants open pulling out is fat cock, he wasn't hard which kinda hurt, you were being all cute and all dad did was just sit and stare in shock. Like sure you were gropen him and stuff but he could put some effort in it? Whatever doesn't matter-? You sit on his thighs pulling off your night pants, your panties were already wet from earlier, sadly it seemed Dad didn't really wanna reinact your fantasy so you gotta do all the work, flicking your garments to the side, crawling back onto him. Placing your hips over his Dick, and taking it in, feeling his tip touch your cervix "Mm- fuck-" you murmer, taking a second before getting used to it, slowly moving your hips back and forth, feeling ever little movement. It was euphoric, hands on his chest, looking at his face he looked like he was trying to not enjoy it, but you could tell he was. You felt his breath get heavier anytime you went faster, such a good boy.

His fat dick bruising your womb, your walls squeezing against him, you could hear Dad muttering curse words under his breath, made you feel kinda better about this whole thing. Going to your high and getting that numbing feeling, stomach felt warm, brain all fuzzy and messy collapsing onto him, feeling that warm stuff leaking out of you, pulling yourself off Dad, laying on his chest, glancing up at him, seeing his flushed and disturbed face, awe it was so cute!

He probably felt horrible but you felt amazing, fuck best experience. Putting your arms aside his

"I love you Dad.." you spout into his shirt

"Your Mother can't hear about this B-bunny.." he replies, putting one of arms on your back, you could feel his chest go up and down so cute.

[iiwaijime]

fake dating ft. oliver aiku

wc; 735

cws; gn!reader, angst ending, aiku is a bitc, hurt no comfort, situationship vibes, may make a p2 . not proofread .

fake dating with oliver aiku!

except you're actually falling in love.

i mean at first it's a win-win thing — everyone gets along with aiku, but they're also really fucking scared of him, so they stop bothering you or hitting on you. meanwhile, aiku's fangirls also lessen (to a certain degree). not to mention, he's also giving you a(n admittedly small) chunk of his big fat football player salary. still, it's like 100k yen per month, who could possibly be stupid enough to say no? not you, of course.

you're not sure when exactly you start regretting all of this — maybe it's when the pet names used for show sneak into your private conversations, or maybe it's that one day you realise that whenever he's done with a match, the first thing he does is look for you. maybe it's when you actually start caring about how you present yourself to him, maybe it's when he starts spending nights at yours.

however, thinking of the past and regretting your choices doesn't quite change the position you're in right now, losing your shit and sobbing your eyes out. you hate yourself for ever thinking anything good would come of this. at least he won't see you like this, you think-

but then your front door opens and closes, and shit, maybe you shouldn't have given him one of your extra keys, because now he's halfway down the hall, and you're feverishly wiping at your eyes to maybe look a bit more presentable. but also you're like, really good at all this- hiding your feelings and such. so when he's finally in your room, there's a cheery smile on your face as you greet him.

"hey," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around you. you feel a quick kiss pressed to your cheek, a light brush of stubble, before he pulls back to show you what he's holding. "look, i gotchu some candy."

"thank you," you say. you're not quite sure what to feel — none of this is supposed to be real, so why is he acting like a boyfriend in private too? you wish he would go away so you can rot with your feelings in peace again. "you really didn't have to."

"i wanted to," he grins, then looks at you seriously again. "you can drop the act now, by the way."

"what act?" what the hell is he talking about?

"why are you sad?" he asks, pulling you to your bed. he falls back onto th mattress, and you sit down on the edge, beside him.

"i'm not," you lie.

"dude, you look like you're gonna cry." all six feet and three inches of oliver aiku is sprawled out across your bed as he attempts — in vain — to have a heart-to-heart conversation with his fake partner.

"fuck off." your voice breaks.

"you gotta tell me what's wrong," he says with a shrug. he doesn't look at you.

"i just can't do it anymore," you say, taking in a huge breath. "any of this."

"why not?"

"i don't know what's real anymore," you say forlornly.

"what, like schizophrenia?" oliver asks, sitting up.

"no, what the hell! i meant, whatever the fuck we're doing."

"what about it? it's just for a bit more, now."

"yeah, but you keep acting like my boyfriend when you don't need to, and i— i like you!"

"oh," says oliver, and you know it's over. "i'm sorry, y/n, i really am."

you look away, unable to bring yourself to meet his eyes.

"i don't think we should continue this," he adds when you remain silent, and you nod, ashamed of the tears prickling at your eyes. oliver aiku, perceptive as always, notices it and turns to you.

"i'm not saying that i don't want to date you, just... i'm not ready for a committed relationship right now, you get me? you're gorgeous and amazing and all, it's just me who's the problem."

"it's okay, i understand," you reply. the floor is suddenly much more interesting than it ever was before, and if you look into his multicoloured eyes, the ground will turn into lava, and you into stone, and the world will explode.

oliver aiku pats your shoulder, once, then gets up and walks away. the bag of candy is bunched up in one of your hands; the other fists the material of you — no, his jersey. you should've never said yes.

yeah idk ab this one. angst yum yum. um. err. part 2 where they make up maybe

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I’ve learned something new (Monkey D. Luffy x Fem!reader)

A/N: I'm so excited for this One Piece era.

Words: 746

At this point, it becomes a special tradition for y/n and Luffy to always search for something to share. When the Sunny arrives at a new island, they have to find something new to share with the other one. 

A new fruit, plant, color, secret paths, traditions, words, games, jewels, a new handshake, rocks, bugs (Luffy’s favorite), etc.  

One day, she’s already on board at the Sunny, waiting for him. 

“Y/N! Y/N!” She smiles recognizing the voice. 

She turns around at the same time Luffy lands in front of her. They both smile at each other. 

“Yes, Captain?” she asks making him giggle.  

“Guess what?” he answers. 

“What?” she follows the same dialogue they always use. 

“I’ve learned something new!” 

She laughs at her enthusiastic captain.  

“What is it Lu—” she gets interrupted by Luffy’s lips against hers. Her eyes stay open in shock for the few seconds the kiss lasts. 

Luffy ends the kiss, and he looks at her with a big, pleased smile. 

“What? Why? When? What?” Y/N stutters. Luffy chuckles. “You- you kissed me.” 

“Yep!” 

“Why?” She frowns confused at Luffy’s reaction to the kiss. 

She knows him, they have been close since she joined the crew, and maybe, just maybe, she had a small, tiny crush on him, but being his friend, she could read how he processes many things, and relationships are something complicated to know for sure whether he gets them. 

He knows the meaning of friendship, nakama, and family, yes. But boyfriend, girlfriend, and all of that, she’s not sure. 

“I’ve learned something new at the island,” he points out. 

“You learned how to kiss?” 

“No,” he sings. “I found some nice people with Sanji and Nami. And they told us that, if you love someone, you must kiss them, so,” he chuckles, “I did it.” 

She stays in silence for a moment trying to figure out if he’s joking, or what. But Luffy’s innocent and excited smile confuses her. 

“I- I think you misunderstood them, Lu.”  

“Uh?” he tilts his head. “But, Nami said- wait,” he pouts. “You didn’t like the kiss?” 

Her heart jumps on her chest and her face blushes hard. 

“No- I mean yes. It- it’s not that,” she stutters confusing Luffy, as he keeps looking at her with his puppy eyes. She sighs. “Listen, what they mean… is for uh- a romantic partner? Like a boyfriend and girlfriend. It’s when you want someone more than a friend or a crewmate or nakama.” 

“Could someone be more than my nakama?” He asks surprised. 

She sighs again. 

“It’s different, Luffy. You must feel different for that person.” 

He keeps thinking her words while she’s having a mental debate, wondering if he had kissed her as a mistake or… 

She waits but Luffy gets distracted by something else, and he steps away. She lowers her shoulders in disappointment. Y/N wants to walk away and cry about how stupid she was, but Luffy’s hand wraps around her wrist and stops her. She turns to him. 

“No, wait, I was thinking something,” he adds with a frown. 

“It doesn’t matter, it’s okay.” 

“Nami and Sanji scolded me today,” he remembers. “’Cuz I said I wanted to kiss you, but then they explained to me like you just did and I-” he returns to his enlightened smile, “Sanji said that I could kiss you whenever I want to if you’re my girlfriend —or something like that—and that sounds amazing! So, will you be my girlfriend?” 

She looks at him surprised as he waits with a smile. He kind of understands what she said before, and now that he has Sanji, Nami, and Y/N’s information, he just takes whatever he likes about it. 

“Luffy...” she blushes. 

“I like the idea of being more than Nakamas, and I want to kiss you every day and hug you and be with you. And it’s different than the others… I don’t want to kiss Usopp, ew!” She chuckles at his disgusted face. “Do you want to kiss me too?” He asks with hope in his eyes. 

All the anxiety disappears, and she doesn’t want to think about anything but Luffy… or his kisses. 

“Yeah,” she answers shyly. 

He screams and laughs with joy as he wraps his arms many times around her waist to pull her closer to his chest.  

They kiss again. 

“Your lips are soft, I like them!” He informs. She giggles. 

“And I like you, Captain.” 

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omg your brain is perfect i will kiss u!

taerae smiling while eating pussy❔❔❔face sitting with hanbin❔❔❔❔

u r so right. taerae probably doesn't even notice hes smiling bcs u taste so good n feel so good on his tongue 😞 while also mentioning this u said something abt his dimples (the urge of wanting to poke them has me fighting everyday too) and that made me think abt how he would use his incredibly sweet (sexy) smile to his advantage while genuinely fucking you into the bed. (i also am a firm believer of massive cock taerae.) can you tell im taerae biased 😭😭

and omg face sitting with hanbin❔insane. i feel like he would manually pull you against him all the way so he can feel all your weight on him. he practically makes out with your cunt until you're crying and you start grinding on his face 😭😭😭😭😭 (i am also hanbin biased 😞)

i just wanted to add that if anything im saying is too much or it makes you uncomfortable if you can please let me know! i would never want to intentionally make you feel uncomfortable on your blog! <3

no omg pls keep talking!!!😭😭😭 i love how you think

Although Taerae isn’t the tallest among the members, he still is tall, which means his dick def is as well. The first times you two fucked, he had to prep you with his fingers but still had to let you adjust to his size for a few minutes. (hmm i feel like his dick is long but also thick and veiny) “Look at me, baby” with tears in your eyes you looked up at him, and he was giving you a warm smile as he started thrusting into you. His hands were on your hips and he was unconsciously pushing you down into the mattress.

“You’re so big, Tae” he would get really shy at your words but they would turn him on so bad that he’d have you cum on his dick multiple times. Whenever he thrusted into you, he could see the outline of his dick poking through your stomach, and he would melt at the sight!! His hand would cover over the print and push down on it, making you mewl.

Taerae uses his beautiful dimple smile to get many things out of you. Firstly, orgasm. “You think you can give me one more, pretty?” he would tilt his head and flash a smile and who were u to say no?? Secondly, literally anything else. One smile and youre whipped.

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As for Hanbin, i strongly agree that he would pull all of your body weight down on his face. He loves being suffocated by your thighs!! “I want you to be able to breathe, Bin!” you would get so flustered. “Just want your warm pussy directly over my mouth, babe. C’mere” the second you hover over him, you feel his tongue on you. he is also very skilled, making you cum in his mouth repeatedly. He loves when you end up grinding on his tongue, using him to reach your high.

“Fuck, Hanbin” your hand is tangled in his soft locks as your hips roll on his face. He might cum in his pants from that sight alone. By the time he’s done with you, your mind would be cloudy and you’d talk nonsense. Hanbin finds you so cute (he def eat you out until youre stupid when you have a bad day, service bf !!!!! )

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The Housekeeper - Erling Haaland

Who: Erling Haaland Request: hello, could write something of the plan love / hate. Reader works as a housekeeper in Erling's house and they initially do not have a good relationship. But everyone understands why she is not fired at the same time. Requested by: anonymous Warnings: none

For a few months now, you worked as housekeeper in Erling's house. Several times a week you went over to his place to do the cleaning or run some errands for him.

He was an impressive man, not only by reputation, but surely too in appearance. A big, strong man, and he didn't act overly friendly to you. He wasn't mean or rude, but mostly ignored you or gave you the cold shoulder.

Whenever you spoke to your friends about it, they didn't understand why you didn't quit. But Erling never complained or made comments about the quality of your work, and the pay was surely good, so you stuck to it.

At first, you didn't think much of the way Erling treated you. You had your space to do your job, and if he wasn't in for getting acquainted or small talk, than that was fine by you. But lately you had the strange feeling he was stealing glances at you. It weren't suspicious glances, rather some strange form of fascination. Also, where he usually was away when you worked in his house, Erling now was at home much more often.

For a few more weeks you paid close attention when you worked in his house, and quickly learned that Erling was most definitely checking you out whenever he had the chance. It took at least a week more for you to gather up the courage to speak to him, before you finally did.

"Can I ask you something?" You asked when Erling 'coincidentally' needed to be in the kitchen as you worked there. Erling shortly looked at you, before grunting his approval. "Why are you staring at me?" You blurted out quite bluntly. "You don't speak to me unless you absolutely have to, but I catch you staring at me whenever you have the chance lately. And, frankly, I don't know what to think of it anymore."

The big man in front of you seemed to shrink a few inches. Erling hung his head, but you still caught the furious blush spreading across his cheeks. "I'm sorry." You had never known it would be possible for such a big man to produce such a small voice, and you suddenly felt slightly guilty for confronting him like this. But that blush did confirm your suspicion.

"I--I..." Erling tried his utmost best to get words out, but could only brabble some incoherent nonsense. "Stop," you said quickly, your tone compassionate. "I know. You don't have to say it." Erling's eyes held a mixture of embarrassment and surprise. "You... you know?" "I may only be a housekeeper, but I'm not dumb," you smirked.

A deep exhale deflated his chest as a smile now made its way onto Erling's face. "I handled this all wrong, but... I was so caught off guard by my own feelings that I did some stupid things." You nodded in agreement, but didn't speak. "I fully understand if you don't want anything to do with me," Erling continued, voice a little unsteady. "But, if... if you would give me another chance to do this right and have dinner with me. Or maybe just coffee."

You could easily see the nervousness in Erling in the few seconds it took you to answer. He was clearly contemplating whether or not he had permanently screwed things up with you before any kind of relationship had even begun.

"You would actually have to talk to me." You grinned jokingly. Erling chuckled nervously. "Believe it or not, I've wanted to for a long time." The fact that this man, this big, well-known man, was apparently so swept off his feet by you, suddenly hit you. It made you feel special and the decision ultimately very easy. "Yes," you smiled, "I would love to go on a date with you."

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[the-fluff-piece]

I just want some f***ing sleep and comfort

Part 3 of the Sanji x reader modern day AU! Last time, Sanji made breakfast but had to leave. When you knocked on his door a few hours later- there was a mysterious sexbomb in his apartment!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4 coming soon!

And also check my headcanons and other stories

Sanji

She has fallen asleep - in his arms! He had to smile. It was the biggest sign of trust he could have hoped for. She cuddled up against him and felt safe enough to fall asleep. He had feared that after he lost control and just kissed her she would be afraid, but she wasn't. She had slept in his arms.

He would have loved to stay with her, watching her and enjoying her company, but he had to go to the restaurant - saturdays were busy, he couldn't leave his collegues alone.

And than there was the kiss.... he tilted his head back to stop the nosebleed. She felt so soft and inviting, her body was so sensual and sweet.

He couldn't stop thinking about their short exchange about love, though. Of course he loved women. Whenever he saw a beautiful woman, he was basically in heaven - that must be love! But being with her had felt different than that - better. More relaxed, more meaningful. It was easy to talk to her, easy to be around her. He felt like she accepted him just the way he was. Was that love?

He had to admit to himself that he didn't know a whole lot about it. Not like his parents were a great rolemodel in their marriage. He sighed, doubt gnawing at the edges of his mind.

"Sanji FIRE!" someone screamed.

"Huh?" He lazily asked, realising a second to late that the steak in his pan was burning. He must have stood there, lost in thought, for a long time.

"Woopsie" Sanji exclaimed and took the pan away from the stove as his collegue threw a safety blanket over the flames to quench them. Everyone looked at Sanji like they wanted to filet him - he'd been fucking up everything today.

BAM

Zeff gave him a hearty slap in the face.

"The sauce is absolutely ruined! What's wrong with you?" He screamed at Sanji and shoved a spoonful of overly salty sauce in his mouth.

"Nhm Smmmrrry!" Sanji tried to apologise around the big spoon in his mouth.

"DISH DUTY NOW" Zeff exploded and Sanji ran towards the big dishwasher to get away from his stepfather's wrath.

At least he had more time to daydream now. Where was he? He couldn't remember. Doesn't matter.

He spent the rest of the night fantasising about what she would feel like, what she would taste like, producing heavy nosebleeds in the process. He had left the syphon to dry in her kitchen. Maybe he could get it tomorrow and make her more coffee and bring some cake.

When he got home, he fell into bed, exhausted. His guest was already asleep.

He couldn't wait for tomorrow to come and closed his eyes.

You

This whole thing was stupid. After a perfect morning of eating and cuddling, you had fallen asleep and Sanji had left.

And there was a supermodel in his apartment, half naked, while he was away at work. Maybe he's a player after all, called his "friend" for some fun before work, and didn't think you'd find out. What a pig! Another guy to add to your endless list of disappointments.

Grumpily, you went to bed that day and intended to leave all that behind you. Instead, you dreamed about Sanji, his soft hands on your body and that little beard tickling your face as he kissed you. Damn stupid dreams. Intense dreams. Waking you up and making you feel like somethings missing, something is supposed to he different.

Maybe you cried a little because you felt so pathetic and stupid the next day. Maybe you traded your hangover-headache for a crying-headache. Maybe you lay on the couch all day and watched funny animal clips. Maybe-

Dingdong

Your old-fashioned doorbell announced a visitor - the shouted "mademoiselle" told you that it was Sanji.

"Go away" you answered through the door.

"Oh, am I interrupting something? Thank you for bringing the cream whip thingy back! I just wanted to invite you to dinner! I'll be making risotto!" He explained from the other side.

"No thanks" you answered.

"Or maybe something else? I can make anything you want!"

"Feed it to your girlfriend" you told him. Ha, got him.

"Who?" He asked, confused.

"Don't play dumb. She was there when I gave you your thingy back yesterday" you angrily shouted, remembering the girl with big bubble breasts, wearing his hoodie.

There was a short silence on the other side of the door.

"You mean Reiju?" He asked, sounding strangely relieved.

"Who?" Now you were confused.

"That's my sister!" Sanji happily explained.

"You should totally meet her for dinner. How does 7 Sound?" He asked, absolutely sucker punching your anger in the gut.

You opened the door to see if he was just mocking you.

"Your sister?" You croaked at the beautiful man in front of your door. He looked absolutely delicious with a pair of narrow, Black pants and a perfectly fitting dress shirt. His expression turned soft as he caught the first glimpse of you.

"You look like you need a blanket and a tea" He told you with a soft voice. "I have some time before dinner." He said and moved to enter our flat.

You hadn't decided yet if you should let him in, but when he came near you he leaned close and whispered: "I missed you so much", melting your defenses.

He put his arm around you and pushed you towards your couch and proceeded to the kitchen, where he cooked tea like he had lived in your apartment for years. He set a small timer and brought you a cup with a teabag in it and a little saucer on top to keep it warm.

"Three minutes" Sanji said and twisted the egg timer accordingly. He sat down with a sigh, gathered your blanket and wrapped it around you with a tight hug.

The intimacy between you two felt awkward and new again. He sat down a few inches from you, looking like it felt strange to him, too.

"What's up mademoiselle? Are you a little sick?" He asked and felt your temperature by putting his hand on your forehead.

"At least no fever" He concluded and looked at you, expecting an answer.

What were you supposed to say?

Sorry Sanji, I thought you were already cheating on me, even though I told you I didn't want a relationship. I felt bad and wanted to scorn you for it?

Instead you muttered "just a little tired..." and already felt him breath a faint kiss on your hair.

"You don't have to meet Reiju if you don't feel up to it" He whispered. "The last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable. We could eat out or..."

"No, it's okay!" You assured him. While not being sure about anything at all anymore.

"Great! I'm sure you'll get along so well" He beamed.

"I can't wait to make dinner for my two favorite women in the world!"

It was an intimidating thought: meeting his sister after not even one real date - and she looked like a supermodel.

You kind of regretted it as soon as you knocked on the door. Reiju opened the door and looked stunning in low rise jeans and a tight shirt. How did she get perfect hair like that? Good thing she was his sister, or you would be really worried.

"Greetings, Y/n! Come in!" She said and stepped aside. She was again very cold and formal. You handed her the one bottle of wine you still had at your apartment to not show up empty handed. She took it and nodded. "Sanji is in the kitchen. Come in."

Your nose detected a delicious smell; no doubt the risotto Sanji had talked about. Now it was your turn to look around his apartment: next to the door was a small rack filled with fine shoes, sneakers and slippers. The man had more shoes than you, by far.

The living room/kitchenette area looked minimalistic, but stylish. For the most part - the small kitchen was stuffed with various utensils, jars and boxes. It was hard to see - a few candles provided the only light. You could make out a small leather cough and a dead plant in a corner.

Your heart jumped when you saw Sanji, a towel over his shoulder, stirring a pot. He wore his most heart melting smile.

"Hi my sweetheart, my princess!" He grinned broadly while preparing three perfect looking plates of risotto, topped with fresh herbs and slices of mushrooms. A bottle of white wine was already open on the table; it was small, but Sanji made it look like the finest table in town.

When you sat down, facing both of them over the round table, you felt awkward. Sanji was wearing a dark shirt with a fine jacquard tie and black pants - he could have posed on the cover of a magazine. Right next to Reiju, who looked like a sports model. Seeing them next to each other was astounding - they really did look a lot alike. Fine faces, long legs. Curly eyebrows.

"I'm so happy you're here! And already meeting my family, it's like a dream!" He drummed on the table like an excited child.

"Indeed, marvellous" Reiju looked as neutral as ever, "so surprising that Sanji now has a girlfriend!" She raised one curled eyebrow. You suddenly had to think about vulkans.

"Well we're not a couple, we just met two days ago!" You protested, getting red as a tomato. It was both kind of flattering and too much, too soon.

Sanji looked at Reiju with an apologetic smile: "she's not exactly my girlfriend, but I care a lot about her. A lot"

He said it with passion and sincerity. Like he meant it. And then, he looked at you: "try it! It's a mushroom risotto with grana padano. The simplicity of the recipe is really showcasing the fresh ingredients."

Candlelight was reflecting from his blue eyes. They glinted in a completely new colour as he observed you closely. He rested his head on his hand and waited for you to take the first bite.

You could feel his gaze on your lips as you lifted the fork to your mouth. As expected, it was perfect. The rice was soft and almost one with the rich, creamy broth it was cooked in. The mushrooms and cheese had a rich, earthy aroma together. The fresh basil on top perfected the taste. It felt like a warm, comforting embrace after this lonely day.

You could see by his smile that he understood you liked it, but had the discretion not to stare too much in the presence of his sister.

"Well done, Sanji. It's good to know you're putting your talent to good use" Reiju ate with a faint smile.

"So tell me y/n, what is your occupation?" She asked, straight forward.

The dreaded question. Your work was boring. Explaining it again was boring.

"I work at the tax office." You said simply.

"How interesting! What does that entail?" She asked further.

"Well I work at the office, I check paperwork, I do paperwork. Very boring" you gave the usual speech. It was a lot of crazy tax law, forms and meetings with boring people.

Sanji coughed loudly, almost choking on his wine.

"Sanji?" Reiju asked and patted his back, "What's wrong?"

"Lady.." he coughed, "..Office...lady!!" Sanji looked like he was on drugs. His nose was bleeding again and he looked at you like a dying man would look at an oasis in the desert.

"Y/n-chan...is a sexy...Office....lady!" He stammered. Was ge drooling?

Reiju completely ignored him, instead she absent mindedly patted his hair and continued the conversation like nothing happened. So she knew about his strange habits.

"Are you two close?" You asked her before she could think of more questions.

"Yes, but I live abroad and we don't see each other as often as I would like." She looked at her brother, still mumbling about office ladies.

"How about you - what do you do?" You asked.

"I am modeling. I was booked by a client in the vicinity, so I got to visit my younger brother." She smiled at the mumbling mess beside her.

Modeling - of course. But she said it like it was any other work.

The rest of the evening was filled with polite conversation between you and Reiju and Sanji's further inquiries about your work and how often you wore tight pencil skirts and stockings.

It was nice to see him with his sister, they were so different, but you could feel their deep connection.

"There is one thing you should know" Reiju said towards the end with a concerned voice.

"The rest of the family wants to visit you soon. You better watch out." She said ominously. It seemed to concern Sanji as well.

"Whatever they want, I don't care." He stated coldly. He suddenly looked angry. And scared.

"What does that mean?" You asked them.

"To not trust strangers!" Reiju said.

No worries? That's what People say when you should absolutely worry!

"No worries!" Sanji tried to drown her voice out.

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So, that was an accidental post 😳 I just wanted to work on it but tumblr did some strange things and just posted it. So sorry if the end feels rushed and is full of typos xD

And the taglist:

Anyways, next time it's Monday and we're getting a visit at work!

Also: The Vinsmokes come to town - what do they want?

@yeeeeezly @waitingmydemons @stariski @livwritesfics @violetmatcha @roronoazorohater @queen-of-elves

[nethercomfies]

🌼 So this is love 🌼

Pairing: Albedo x reader

Content: Pre-relationship, realization of feelings, just very soft, features Klee as well, gender neutral reader

Word count: 868

Note: *taps mic* Hello, hello, does this thing still work? Hell yeah I'm back, in true Fern fashion with some soft Albedo because that's my jam :) Hope you enjoy!

Albedo never really cared for love. It was a foreign concept for him that he only read about in books, but nothing more than that. Nothing worth his time when he's always so busy with research and experiments, and important things like discovering the truth of this world (Or at least discovering what that's supposed to mean.) Between all that, there's no time for butterflies and anxiety, and whatever else the romance novels describe. Not to mention, it seems like love makes other people act a little silly.

Like Glory, who sits there day in and day out talking about how she can't wait for Godwin to come home, when probably everyone in Mondstadt knows that the very man she was waiting now has been meandering just outside of town for months, too scared to come back due to stupid pride, even tho he knows that his fiancé is scared out of her mind for him. Or Timaeus, who scribbles love poems next to his alchemy notes and gets distracted all the time, not even noticing when the potions he was mixing are threatening to boil over. Love seems to make people lose all sense, so Albedo has decided that he's better off without it.

Maybe that's why, as the two of you grew closer, he didn't recognize the signs at all, despite having read and heard about them so many times. The infamous butterflies that make him feel weird things whenever you smile at him. The way he suddenly falls into a daze while working as well, breaking out of it only to find small doodles of your face littered all across his notes. Or how sometimes his every thought gets consumed by a deep desire to just wrap his arms around you and never let go.

But love is such a foreign concept, so far out of his grasp that surely, that can't be it, right?

It's an innocent comment from Klee that makes him question his feelings for the first time.

"Big brother Albedo?" she asks, looking up at him with big eyes as they're walking home one day.

"What is it, Klee?" He smiles down at her.

"Can we invite y/n to our picknick tomorrow? Please?"

Albedo is a little taken aback. Usually Klee deeply treasures their little family outings. She refuses to let anyone get between her private time with Albedo, to a point where she even rejected Kaeya's request to tag along once. "You really like y/n a lot, huh?" He asks with a small chuckle. "I never saw you try to invite someone along to our outings."

"I like that they make you smile. It makes Klee happy too", the little girl responds, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Also, they make really good snacks so I want them to bring some to our picknick." She adds it more like an afterthought, like it's only secondary to her other reason.

Maybe it meant nothing to Klee, but it leaves Albedo thinking. Does he really smile that much when he's around you? People have commented before that he only ever genuinely smiles when he's around Klee, but no one has ever pointed out the same with you. Although, now that it's been called to his attention... He really does feel a lot happier around you. There's something about you that makes it easy for him to let down his guard. It's a strange realization and he still doesn't understand the meaning of it, but he takes a mental note of it and decides that it requires further investigation.

From that day onward, you're always invited to the family outings with Klee and Albedo. It becomes perfectly natural, like you've always been there. Like it's always been just the three of you, exploring Mondstadt together, having fun little picknicks or arts and crafts afternoons.

It's on one of these days that the realization finally hits Albedo. You're sitting on Albedo's couch, Klee fast asleep in your arms while he makes a cup of tea for the both of you. Albedo watches as you run a hand through the girl's hair, a gentle smile on your face as she snuggles closer into your arms. The soft glow of a candle bathes you in a warm light and he's overcome with the familiar urge to join you, to pull you into his arms and hold you close. That urge has been getting a lot more frequent lately, and he was never able to fully make sense of it.

But at this moment, something clicks for him. The urge to be close to you. The thought of how beautiful you look consuming his mind. The smile still tugging at his lips. The butterflies threatening to burst through his chest. All the pieces fall into place and the realization hits him out of nowhere.

He's in love with you.

[runninriot]

Inspired by the prompt Love is just a four-letter word by @sal-si-puedes for @steddielovemonth day 27

 the definition of love

wc: 944 | rated: t | tags: Established Relationship, Sappy Steddie, Dustin and Eddie friendship, Dustin and Steve friendship, Dustin is going through a bit of heartbreak

   “This is so stupid! What even is love?”

It’s not a question Eddie thought he’d ever get asked by Dustin. But he gets it, knows how much it hurts to have your heart broken for the very first time. Especially as a teenager, when it feels like it’s literally the end of the world.

Eddie thinks about it, let’s the question sink in.

    What is love?

Well, technically speaking, love is just a four-letter word. But it’s also so much more than that.

Love is a variety of expressions and emotions. Love is big gestures and little things that go unnoticed in the day to day life.

To Eddie, it’s the fear of losing Steve. It’s saying ‘Drive safe’ like a little prayer every day when Steve leaves for work in the mornings because Eddie couldn’t bear if anything ever happened to him.

Love is adoration, telling Steve ‘You look so hot in those jeans’ or ‘My pretty boy’ just to see him blush, just to let him know how beautiful he is.

Love is pride. To be rightfully self-appreciating of the things they’ve accomplished as a couple – overcoming insecurities, sticking together even through tough times, making plans for a future together.

Love is never wanting to be apart from Steve.

Love is a three-word sentence, a confession of the heart Eddie makes every night before they fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Sometimes it’s saying ‘I’m sorry’ after a fight. It’s saying ‘I cooked your favourite meal’ or ‘Let’s watch that movie you like’.

Love is saying ‘Thank you’ and ‘Pleaaase, baby’.

Other times it’s not saying anything at all, when Eddie just lets his lips pour all his feelings into a kiss or when he lets his fingers worship Steve’s body, caressing each scar, each blemish, every perfect imperfection that makes him unique.

It’s the flittering butterfly wings he feels in his stomach when Steve smiles at him and the prickling on his skin he feels whenever they touch.

Love is holding each other. Having your favourite person’s arms wrapped around you for comfort, when you’re cold, or just for the sake being close.

Sometimes, love isn’t gentle. It’s rough and wild. Sometimes it hurts, runs through your veins like a raging fire, smouldering in your soul.

It’s passion and longing.

Love is taking each other apart, becoming one in heated moments. It’s the urge to bite and suck and lick, to savour the taste of sweat drenched skin and spit slick holes.

It’s the rhythm of their bodies moving in sync, grinding, and gliding, and sinking in.

It’s falling together and landing on clouds.

Love is the delightful sound Steve makes when he laughs loudly at one of Eddie’s stupid jokes and the soft, whispered words they share in the dark of the night.

It’s a melody Eddie absently plays on his guitar while his mind is filled with thoughts about Steve.

Love is a four-letter word but sometimes it’s five – because it’s Liebe in German, and Amour in French, and to Eddie it’s Steve.

Love is everything, and if it’s true then it’s forever.

Love is what makes Eddie’s life complete.

   “You’ll know once you find it,” Eddie finally says, placing a comforting arm on Dustin’s shoulders to pull him into a brotherly hug.

It might not be the most satisfying answer but it’s the best he can give. And he knows one day Dustin will understand, when he finds the person holding the other half to his heart in their chest.

Eddie never expected to find his other half in Steve of all people but now that he knows what it’s like to love him and to be loved by him, he never wants to be without again.

   “You just gotta be patient,” he adds, can see Dustin rolling his eyes without seeing his face, huffing and sniffling into his shirt.

There’s a gentle knock and when he looks up, Eddie finds Steve’s worried face peeking through the half-open door.

    ‘Is everything okay?’ Steve mouths, pointing at Dustin who still hasn’t let go of Eddie.

Eddie smiles and nods at his boyfriend, forming a silent ‘I love you’ with his lips, just because.

Steve turns around and tries to make his way back into the hallway.

   “I know you’re there, Steve. Just get your ass in here,” Dustin mumbles into Eddie’s embrace, waving a hand in the general direction of Steve.

He only looks up once he can feel Steve’s hand on his back.

   “Suzie broke up with me.”

   “I’m sorry, buddy. That sucks.”

Dustin wipes his eyes with his sleeve, shrugs his shoulders, and sighs defeated.

   “Love is bullshit.”

Steve and Eddie share a look, soft and doting.

   “Yeah it is,” Steve smiles, “but it’s also the best goddamn thing in the world.”

Eddie huffs out a laugh, takes Steve’s hand in his and kisses the back of it.

   “Ugh, you guys are the worst. I knew I should’ve gone to Robin instead. At least she knows what it’s like to be hopeless.”

With that being said, Dustin makes his way out of the room, ready to wallow alone in his heartbreak.

But before he exists through the door, he turns around one more time, finds Steve and Eddie still holding hands, looking at each other in a way that makes him want to barf and melt at the same time.

Because no matter how much he hates to admit – whatever they have, theirs is the true definition of love.

Maybe, Dustin thinks, feels something like hope blooming in his chest despite the lingering sadness, one day, I’ll find something just as perfect and wonderful.

[prismuffin]

Hello! Hope you doing good my friend!

Can I request Luther Hargreeves x himbo male reader. It can be headcanons or one-shot I don't mind.

Don't feel pressured to do this I understand if you don't wanna write it. But if you do thank you!

-Mark🐻

A/n: MARK ONE OF MY FAVES ofc you can have a Luther Hargreeves x male reader fic🫶🫶 I chose headcanons but who knows maybe I'll do a little drabble with this idea too

Jacked Dumbasses

Luther Hargreeves x male!himbo!reader (Headcanons)

( summary: you’re a himbo Luther keeps seeing at the gym and he can’t help but gain a crush on you from afar [headcanons] )

Warnings?: Light swearing, two golden retriever boyfriends, readers kinda a gym bro

!more under the cut!

Pre-Relationship Tingz:

-The first time Luther ever saw you was at his local gym

-The first thing he noticed was how jacked you were, obviously

-as a gym bro himself he respected your grind and found himself watching you whenever he took breaks

-he started to notice more things about you besides your muscles like, well, your face, specifically how attractive he found you. But when he'd first started finding you attractive he would just brush it off as him having a little but of envy even though he was bigger than you (muscle wise)

-when he started noticing himself becoming sad whenever you didn't show up to the gym that week he knew he was in deep shit

-^started looking forward to gym days even more just knowing that he could see you

-one day you guys happened to have lockers near each other in the changing rooms.

-Que flustered Luther trying not to stare and do double takes as he sees you in nothing but a towel

-^You noticing Luther's stares OH SHI-

-^^Him immediately throwing out some random question to make it seem as though he just turned to ask you something.

-"Do you think fish get thirsty?" "...Probably, but then they could just open their mouths and get a drink...damn fish are really living on a different level."

-Thank god you entertained his stupid random question.

-Since that day whenever you spot Luther you'll give him a big smile, wave, maybe make some small talk

-Giving Luther your Instagram after a while of being gym bros

-^Him playing it cool but completely freaking out when you leave

-^^HE DIDNT EVEN HAVE AN INSTAGRAM???? WTF IS AN INSTAGRAM???

With the help of Allison, Diego, and Klaus (Yes, it took that many people) he finally makes an Instagram account and adds you. After basically stalking your Instagram he finally decides to shoot you a DM telling you that it was Luther

-and so, the both of you started talking in and out the gym which eventually led to the two of you becoming friends

-You were the first one to ask the other to hang out. As Luther was spotting you, you'd just asked him if he wanted to get drinks with you later that night. He deadass almost dropped the barbell.

-He was very nervous to hang out with you outside of a gym setting but it didn't turn out as terrible as he thought. I mean he freaked out a little bit when he woke up in your bed but you assured him that nothing had happened between the both of you, he was just such a lightweight that he ended up blacking out so you had to carry him home.

-^Hold the fuck up, did you just say you CARRIED HIM????

-He asked if he did anything bad and you just told him that he ranted a ton about the moon and his dad and then started crying. But you helped him calm down and got him back to your apartment so that he could rest.

-^^He was very embarrassed but was glad that you had his back

Relationship Tingz:

-Super touch starved so he adores hugs from you, especially if you lift him up.

-You're both very macho men so doing things like cuddling can be a little difficult for the both of you, specifically because of Luther's mutation.

-^Still you do often show him that it's not impossible by allowing him to be the little spoon or carrying him to bed when he's too tired

-You guys cuddling together turns into two grown buff men just sprawled out in all directions on the bed, it truly is a sight to see.

-His love language is Physical Touch and Words of Affirmations so he's almost always touching you in some way

-Loves it when you kiss his jaw and forehead

-If you're somehow taller than him he'll just be infatuated with you even more

-He's very impressed by your strength and vice versa. It's both a blessing and a curse for the both of you.

-Things constantly breaking in the apartment from your clumsiness and him not knowing his own strength at times.

-^He's broken the microwave and washing machine doors multiple times whenever he tries to use either of them after waking up.

-^^One time he felt super guilty about breaking the microwave and you didn't want him to feel bad so you told him it was fine and that it was a completely normal thing that can happen, (it's really not), and you showed him this...by breaking your toaster, just smashing it and then going "See?? Happens all the time." :)

-You guys having compliment wars where you'll go back and forth about who's stronger, prettier, funnier, etc.

-You both tend to get very excited over little things and it just makes the entire relationship more wholesome. One time you saw a frog at the park while the two of you were on a walk and you guys spent 10 minutes gushing over the frog and taking pictures of and with it.

-He loves seeing you happy cause it makes him happy and seeing him happy makes you super happy which in turn makes him extremely happy, its just one big happy cycle.

-When he tells you he has superpowers you were actually very hype about it. You asked him what it was and when he said super strength you thought he was just making a joke about being really strong since the both of you work out a lot. He eventually had to just prove it to you by like throwing a car and punching through a brick wall without any consequences. After he bent a post-light into a balloon dog shape you believed him. The rest of that night was filled with him doing a ton of cool stuff with his powers to make you laugh. Yes, there may have been tons of vandalism but at least it was all super cool to watch.

-He was hesitant on you meeting his family for many, many different reasons but when you did finally meet them they were shocked and yet they were expecting exactly this at the same time. Klaus was pretty much just like "Yep. This is what I expected." Though he was very fascinated with your muscles which you were more than happy to show off, flexing and such as he pokes your biceps which made Luther pull you back a bit. Viktor and Allison were very happy for Luther while Diego and Five were just shocked that there was someone out there even dumber than Luther. Of course Ben was also just happy for his brother :) ...but he was also questioning how anyone could be dumber than Luther. Diego tries to tease you but stuff just flies over your head and Allison just finds the whole thing so adorable.

-Because of your physique you often get girls and some men coming up to you for compliments or asking for your number. Luther tends to get jealous very easily but a simple kiss on the cheek and a hug can knock him out of that state pretty quickly. At times you're oblivious to the flirting and usually Luther is too, but when it hits him that a person is flirting with you he'll get very anxious and triggered and he'll end the conversation as quickly as possible and he'll be very touchy with you afterwards. You usually won't notice the switch in attitude since he's already a very touchy person so you don't think much of it when he pulls you a bit closer, you'll just hug him tighter and smile at him which unknowingly calms him down.

-Overall, the two are a couple of jacked dumbasses but that's fine. At least you both care and love each other :)

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sorry if this felt a bit short

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[abandoned-anemoia]

Home is Whenever I'm with You

☯ Pairing: Vernon x fem!reader (3rd person) ☯ Genre: angst, fluff, slow burn? ☯ Word count: 3.7k ☯ Summary: Vernon tries his best to make his best friend feel loved but will it be too late to tell her how he really feels? ☯ Warnings: themes of aggression (not from Vernon), mentions of sadness/loneliness ☯ A/N: Minnie is really just a random name I picked so imagine whoever you want to! If you need to change the name, you are of course free to do so. Please Let me know if I need to add any warnings! ☯Disclaimer: None of my work represents any of the idols included in any way. This is merely fictional and all based on my opinion as a joke! I have nothing against any of these idols and love them all dearly.

☯Song rec: Home by Edith Whiskers (very specifically this version)

Please do not copy, translate, or post as your own!

The fridged wind whipped around her, stinging her face as she sat on the balcony of her hotel room. Tears streaming down her cheeks as she curls up in the chair. 

Winter was always her favorite. It made her feel alive. She was not feeling alive as of late. Everything was a mess and it all came crashing down on her at her best friend Minnie's wedding. 

She and Minnie had a mutual best friend, Vernon, who was rooming with her for the few nights leading up to the wedding and after. All three had grown up together and had been virtually inseparable their entire lives so it was not a big deal to them. Except for the fact that she hated that Vernon had to deal with her being upset the night after their friends' wedding. 

So here she is, sitting outside by herself and sulking in self pity. The idea that Minnie would no longer need her or Vernon in her life was bothering her. But that was not even the main reason for her being upset since she knew it was stupid to ever think Minnie would just drop her two best friends. No, she was afraid that she would be the one who would be alone for the rest of her life. No happy ending like Minnie.

The sliding door opened with a loud screech. Stepping out on to the balcony, Vernon holds a blanket out to her. 

"You'll get cold" he says as he goes to hand her the blanket. She says nothing and stares blankly into the night sky, unmoving. Taking the blanket and laying it over her, he sits down in the chair next to hers. 

"Come on. You're gonna freeze out here."

"I'll be fine."

Silence envelopes the two as they sit outside in the cold. After a few minutes of prolonged silence, Vernon sighs, "Talk to me. I'm here for you. Always have been." 

Tears welling up in her eyes again as she speaks, "It's just us now."

"What?" Vernon was shocked. He didn't understand what she meant by that. 

She sighs and smiles sadly at him. "She has a husband and wants to start a family soon... And here we are, single with no spouse for the forseeable future." 

"Hey! That's so rude. Who's to say we won't find someone?" He nudges her to get her to crack a smile. "Besides, you think we won't be best friends with her anymore?" 

"No, not that we won't be friends anymore, just that... well, it won't be the same because family means more to her than anyone." 

"So what, she's family oriented, that's not a bad thing" he sighs, "Your mind is not being kind to you, is it?" He looks to her just to see her head fall. 

She nods, "No… I know it's all in my head. She's our best friend. It's just been the three of us for as long as I can remember, but something about the way she looked at him at that altar... like her whole world was right in front of her… I'm not sure if I want what she has or if I am afraid I'll lose one of my best friends." 

"You don't have to worry about either of those things. Minnie isn't going to just leave us. Sure, she'll be a bit more preoccupied if she has kids but until then, nothing has really changed. She has a ring on her finger and a document to change her last name, nothing else to it. As for wanting what she has… I think everyone wants someone who makes them light up the way she does when she sees him." Vernon knows what she means, he had felt the same thing a few months back when she had gone on a date with a guy she met at work. She had come to tell him about how it went and the way her eyes lit up made his heart drop to his stomach. How she feels now has to be a mixture of both not wanting to lose Minnie and wanting what she has. 

He holds out his hand to her, in hopes she would find some sort of comfort in his words or even just his presence, to make her feel like she does him. She slips her hand into his, interlocking their fingers, tears still streaming down her face. God, she's so beautiful. Vernon reaches for her, cradling her face with his free hand as he wipes away some of the tears sliding down her cheek. 

"You're going to get sick, come back inside." His voice was soft, fearing anything he said could break her. 

She nods, allowing Vernon to pull her up by their interlocked hands, "Thank you." 

She didn't need to say anything more. He knows she was grateful for his words as she moves their linked hands over her head, his arm now resting on her shoulder as she curls into his side. He pulls her close and leads them into the hotel room, sliding the balcony door shut behind him. 

…

A few months after Minnie's wedding, nothing has really changed. Vernon was right. She really didn't have anything to worry about when it came to Minnie forgetting about them. The jealousy hadn't gone away though. The way Minnie talks even more fondly about her husband, the way she discusses how happy she is having someone who understands her on a certain level, the way she talks about her future with such certainty. 

She doesn't have that and it upsets her. After bringing her feelings up in a conversation with Vernon, he reassures her that she will find someone that cares for her, "You never know when it'll happen, but one day you'll love someone who loves you just as much." 

Letting out a sigh, she stands from her seat at the little table in the quiet café. He had stopped by with her favorite food while she was on her lunch break, knowing she had forgotten to pack food for the day since she had complained to him about it earlier. She had sat with him and talked about her woes as he listened intently. 

With her lunch break now over, she hugs Vernon and thanks him for bringing her food and listening to her ramble on about her feelings. He looks at her as if she is his world—as if she hung the moon and the stars in the sky. She hasn't noticed the little things he was doing for her, subtly attempting to hint at his affection for her. He was testing the waters, seeing how she reacts to every little attempt he makes. Vernon watches as she goes back to work, deciding it's time he heads back home.

…

She is having a bad day. Everything that could have gone wrong has. The pastries she was baking burned. The coffee she made was spilled all over her new shirt. She ripped her pants when she squatted down to help clean it up. She broke a piece of the frothing machine and got it taken out of her paycheck. Nothing has gone right.

Sitting in her living room, frustrated tears streaming down her face, the doorbell sounds through the room. She isn't expecting anyone but gets up from her place on the couch, wiping her tears away as she makes her way to the door. 

Upon opening it, she is greeted by a smiling Vernon, a large bouquet of an assortment of her favorite flowers in his hands. He hands her the flowers as she moves aside to let him in. He knew she was having a bad day and wanted nothing more than to bring a smile to her face so he came to visit her, bringing her some of her favorite things.

She stands in the doorway, shocked by his gesture. She closes the door and follows Vernon into the living area, where he is sitting on her couch, unpacking his bag. He pulls out her favorite candies, snacks, and her favorite animal in plushie form. He looks to where she stands, motioning for her to come sit next to him with a smile. She sniffles, letting out a small laugh and walking over to him, "Is this for me?"

He nods, "You texted the group chat saying you were having a terrible day so I thought I would try to cheer you up!" 

The smile on his face is as pure as gold as she watches him flip through channels on her television, presumably trying to find a movie they could watch. She can't comprehend that anyone would do this for her from simply telling them she is having a bad day. It isn't until he clicks on her favorite movie that her eyes well up with tears again. They aren't sad tears this time but when Vernon looks over and sees her crying, he is quick to wipe her tears away, "Hey, hey, it's okay. Don't cry, please." 

You shook your head, launching yourself at him to wrap him in a tight hug, "I love you so much." 

Those words both make his heart soar and drop the pit of his stomach at the same time. She means it, but not in the same way he does when he sighs and repeats the phrase. He doesn't know that when the words came out of her mouth, her slowly growing feelings were hidden behind those words. 

Spending the whole night joking, talking, watching her favorite films, and eating her favorite snacks, the two of them wrapped around one another on the small couch. Every bad thing that had happened that day was no longer a worry for her. Being in his arms makes her feel safe—loved. Their breathing evens out, sleep overtaking them as the television continues playing in the background. 

…

Sitting on the steps of her apartment building, quietly reading a book, she basks in the warm air blowing gently around her, the sun high in the sky but covered my white fluffy clouds. A man walks past, glancing at her before backtracking, "Excuse me, but I can't help but notice how beautiful you are." 

She is shocked. No stranger had ever complimented her so directly. Her cheeks turn pink, glancing around her as if to see he was talking to someone else. When she sees no one else, she looks back to the man who is still standing at the bottom of the stairs, only a few steps away from her, "Thank you." 

The man continues talking to her, making random conversation and throwing in compliments along the way. She thrives in his attention, hearing him discuss random things about his job and him asking about hers. He asks her to go out with him, exchanging numbers and telling her he would let her know when to expect a date. 

As he walks away, she can't help but to feel giddy. Excitement rushes through her body as she stands from the stairs she is sitting on and races to her apartment. She calls Minnie, adding Vernon to the call when she answers. She tells her best friends about her interaction with the man, excitedly letting them know her thoughts and how he had treated her in the short time they talked. 

Vernon felt uneasy, listening to her gush about this stranger. He hasn't gotten to vet this man, to see if he is good enough for the one person he loves the most. If she is going to choose someone else, he is at least going to make sure that that person is good enough for her. 

…

Vernon sits quietly on her bed, watching her scramble around her room, occasionally asking him for his advice on an outfit or idea she has. She had called Vernon and Minnie to ask them to come over and help her get ready for her date. Vernon was the only one free at the moment, Minnie having had a meeting to go to. 

He's worried she may get hurt because this guy was just moving so fast, never met her friends or even really talked to her since the day they exchanged numbers. Somehow he knows this guy is no good and he has asked her multiple times how she really feels but she is so excited, too caught up in the idea of finding someone to love her. If only she would see the person sitting on her bed, worrying for her, pining after her. 

She looks so beautiful, so perfect in his eyes. He wonders if he could give her what she needs, continuing to pretend he's not falling into the deep end. He wishes to continue the friendship they have, too scared to have no one to hold if he ruins everything, so he keeps his thoughts to himself.

Ready for her date, she stands in front of Vernon, smoothing her outfit out in a panic and presenting herself to him. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of her, "You look out of this world." 

She beams at him, "Really? Are you sure I look okay?" 

"You look way more than just okay. Anyone who tells you differently is blind and doesn't deserve to look at you." His flattery only succeeds in making her happy and never making her notice his love for her. 

As she readies herself to leave, a car horn can be heard outside. She runs to the window, looking out and excitedly grabbing her purse, hugging Vernon tightly, telling him he can stay if he wants. She rushes outside to meet the man who asked her on a date, who hadn't even parked the car or opened the door for her. Vernon watches as the car drives away, heart heavy and breath ragged.

…

The date hasn't gone as planned—as she thought it would. The man sitting across from her hasn't complimented her, not that he had to but his lack of attention hurt her a bit. He has only commented on the price of the food, the annoyance he has with the waitress, and the misogynistic tendencies he has. He makes her uncomfortable and self conscious but she can't seem to find an excuse to leave that he believes. 

When he gets up to use the bathroom, she pulls out her phone and texts Vernon and Minnie, asking if one of them had the time to get her. Vernon is the first to text back, telling her that he is on his way. Minnie apologizes for not being able to be there for her today but she assures her friend that it is okay before the man sits back down in front of her, asking her why she is on her phone. Though she knows he didn't deserve an answer, she gave him one anyway, telling him that her friend is planning to pick her up. 

He didn't like that answer, upsetting her when he slams his fists down on the table and storms out of the restaurant, leaving her sitting in the now quiet room. All eyes are on her, most of the patrons giving her looks of pity. She gets up, pulls out her wallet, places plenty of money on the table to pay the bill with a generous tip for the waitress as well, and exits the restaurant. 

Once outside, she is bombarded with insults and many choice words from the man who had been so kind when they had first met. She receives a text from Vernon, telling her that he was there and would come get her. When she turns to meet him halfway, he grabs her wrist, holding it tightly and jerking her back to him. Before he can say a word, Vernon is shoving all of his weight into the man in front of her, successfully pushing him off of her and to the ground. 

Vernon pulls her into his side and quickly rushes her down the street and into his car. Starting the engine, he pulls onto the street, heading to her apartment, "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" 

She shakes her head, staying silent for the entire ride. She is grateful for the man sitting in the driver's seat, he has always had perfect timing, today just proving it. Vernon worries about her, wondering if she wants to tell him something and can't or if she really is alright, "He didn't deserve you anyway. You're too good for men like that."

As he pulls the car up to her street, parking it in the nearest spot, she speaks up, "I know… I was just excited, that's all." 

Before she can get out of the car, Vernon grabs her hand, holding it firmly, successfully making her look at him, "Do you want me to stay?"

He silently hopes she will tell him yes, but his hopes are crushed when she shakes her head, "I'll be fine. Thanks, Vernon. For everything you do for me." 

She squeezes his hand before climbing out of the car, leaving Vernon to sulk. He silently watches as she walks to the door to her apartment building, disappearing inside. Sitting in the car for a moment longer as the heavens open up and rain beats against the pavement, he curses himself for not telling her how he feels but then again, Would it be too soon? Or too late?

As she closes the door behind her, letting out a breath, tears begin to make their way down her cheeks, dripping from her chin like the rain outside her window drips from the seal. The adrenaline had worn off and the mix of emotions inside of her were too much to bear. Her back presses against the door, sliding down it until she is sitting on the floor. 

She lets her tears run dry, breathing beginning to even out as she sniffles, wiping her face with her hands. She just wants someone who pays attention to her. Someone who tries to understand her feelings even when it seems impossible. Someone who cares for her and knows all of her favorite things. Someone who she can just sit in silence with and know they care. Someone who… Wait. Her brain briefly stops its train of thought before chugging along again, bringing her to her next conclusion. Someone like Vernon. 

She jumps to her feet, quickly opening the door, silently praying for his car to still be outside. And there he is, sitting in his car in the pouring rain. He looks up at her, seeing her standing in the doorway. Fuck it. He decides that he needs to tell her how he feels before it truly is too late.

Getting out of the car, he rushes toward her. She leaves the doorway of the apartment building, quickly moving to meet him despite the rain. She meets him on the sidewalk, standing face to face in silence before they both speak at the same time. Stammering as they try to let the other say what they need to say, Vernon holds his hands in front of him, signaling for them both to pause, "I'll go first, okay?" 

The rain clings to his hair, water droplets falling from the tips. His clothes are stuck to his body, being soaked through by the downpour. She assumes that she looks similarly as she lets him speak, his words quickly falling out of his mouth in rapid succession, "I love you. And I mean that in an I'm in love with you kind of way and not a you're my best friend kind of way. It's totally fine that you don't feel the same way, I would never want to pressure you and-" 

She didn't let him finish his rambling, crashing your lips into his. He only froze for a moment before reciprocating the kiss. She cradles his face in her hands as he grips her waist, pulling her closer. The raindrops pelt their bodies, almost as if a bucket of water had been thrown from the sky, but neither of them care, too lost in each other to focus on anything else.

When she pulls away, smiling and out of breath, she moves his hair out of his face, "I love you too. And I'm so sorry that I never noticed how good you are to me—that I never noticed my feelings before now." 

Vernon smiles at her, carefully cupping her face in his hands before leaning down to press a chaste kiss to her lips. Her hands rests on top of his, staring up at him when he pulls away, "We should get inside." 

He nods, pulling her into his side and leading her into the apartment, just as he did on the night of Minnie's wedding. The night that started it all. 

He had always been there. When she needed a shoulder to cry on. When she needed someone to rant to. When she was feeling lonely and needed a friend. He was there. And now, he's standing in her apartment, both of them drenched and shivering slightly from the cold water soaking their clothes. 

She leads him into her bathroom, leaving before quickly coming back with the clothes he keeps at her place. Towels line the floor as the both dry off, giggling at the ridiculous amount of water that had spilled onto the floor.

After changing into dry clothes, their hair still damp, they make their way to the living room, sitting down on the couch and making themselves comfortable. Her legs lay across his lap, one of his hands right above her knee, the other wrapped around her torso, pulling her close and keeping her warm. She curls into his side, flipping through different channels and apps until she finds a movie they both like. 

Vernon grabs the blanket that is draped over the back of the couch and slings it around the two of them, maneuvering it until it covers their bodies. Basking in his warmth and the added weight of the blanket, she feels at home—cradled in his arms with a movie playing on the television screen. 

[doggernaut]

INJURY FIC INJURY FIC

Oh hello, you've found the fic most likely to be published sometime soon, if only because when I was looking at it I realized it's really just a short little Jack character study and only needs a little bit of work to make it publishable.

I have posted about this more on my main Tumblr account, but I'm a runner and in the past year and a half have been struggling with what seems like endless post-Covid lung issues and injuries. I went from running a PR marathon in April of 2022 to barely being able to run three miles at a pace five minutes slower than my PR pace. For somebody who has never really had to contend with injuries over almost 30 years of running (I took several months off when I strained my calf in 2016, but got into barre classes during that time), it has been humbling. And frustrating. I spend like an hour a day doing my stupid PT exercises and it feels like I've accomplished nothing. And I figured I could take all my feelings about being an aging athlete and give them to Jack. Because you know who would be pissed off about being forced to slow down due to a minor injury? Jack Zimmermann.

(Projecting all of my feelings onto Jack, by the way, has not really helped. But maybe other readers will see themselves in this fic and feel not-so-alone?)

“Can you explain it to me?” Bitty asks. “Euh … I’ll try.” Jack isn’t sure if he can explain what he’s feeling to Bitty because he’s not sure he understands it himself.  Bitty gives Jack’s shoulder a little squeeze, a nonverbal cue that he’s ready to listen whenever Jack’s ready. It takes Jack a minute to gather his thoughts. “I know I need to rest,” Jack begins. “I know I need to slow down and let things run their course, and I know it’s good for my body. Healing. But my mind just …” Bitty presses a kiss to the back of Jack’s neck. “I know.” “Sometimes my thoughts get a little out of control,” Jack admits. “Not in a bad way. Not like before. But I’ve been wondering if this is it. Maybe this time I won’t heal. Or I’ll fall so far out of shape that I’ll never get back to where I was. And I’ll just keep falling behind until they tell me I’m done. I’m not as young as I used to be. There are new guys who are faster, hungrier. Whenever I face off against some young kid I think about how I was at eighteen, how I thought guys my age had one foot out the door.” “Well, first of all,” Bitty murmurs soothingly, “nobody is gonna tell the Jack Zimmermann that he’s done.” Jack manages a smile in spite of himself. “I know it’s not rational.” Bitty presses another kiss, feather-light, to the back of Jack’s neck. “Honey, I know how you feel about slowing down, but maybe you should try to change the narrative,” he says gently. “What do you mean?” “Well, instead of telling yourself you’re lazy, try thinking of it as recovering. Right now the best thing you can do for yourself is rest a little so you can start the new season healthy and strong. When’s the last time you gave yourself permission to slow down?

Permission? That’s a new concept. Jack can’t recall ever giving himself permission to slow down. His overdose forced him to slow down, but that wasn’t a choice. This doesn’t feel like a choice either, but Bitty is right. Jack’s been in therapy long enough to know that there’s a difference between then and now, that slowing down now is something he has to do if he wants to keep moving forward.  “Just remember,” Bitty adds, “every rest day, every easy PT session, is an investment in a stronger, more resilient you. And it’s all gonna pay off big time next season.” “You’re good at this. You sure you don’t want to get into coaching?” “Oh, it’s hardly me at all! I’ve just been spending a lot of time on the inspirational, body positive side of Instagram.” “You have?” Seven years together, and Bitty’s still surprising Jack. Bitty shrugs. “I know it was a million years ago, but I used to be an athlete, too. Long enough ago that my body definitely isn’t the same.” There’s a hint of resignation in Bitty’s tone. “I know that’s not a bad thing, but it’s still hard to accept sometimes. Especially living with you, looking like you do.”  “Bits, you’ve never said anything,” Jack says, feeling a little guilty for not picking up on the fact that Bitty’s been going through this too. “And I wasn’t gonna,” Bitty says, “because most days I don’t think about it. My life is a lot different now, and that’s a good thing! But I can’t lift as much as I used to at the gym, and you know I can’t always keep up with you on our morning runs. And it’s my choice, I know. I’m happy with my yoga class and running most mornings and doing the Turkey Trot once a year, but sometimes it’s still—” Bitty shrugs. “Honey, you’re a professional athlete. It’s hard not to compare myself to you. Or who I was just a few years ago, for that matter. So I follow a few accounts that help keep things in perspective. There’s this whole community of former athletes, and people who are recovering from illness or injury, and people who are just starting on their fitness journey, and they remind me I’m not alone. Your pace isn’t my pace, and that’s okay.”   Jack laughs in spite of himself. “Okay, now you sound like an influencer.” “And you honey—” Bitty places a gentle hand on Jack’s chest—“your pace today doesn’t have to be your pace yesterday, or last year. We’re all works in progress.”

[ggomos-maribat]

[11/?]

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It has backfired on her.

Now her siblings are competing to earn her favor, plaguing her with their own vigilante alter egos.

"Look what I've got, Mari!" Dick calls out, bringing a dusty box to the couch.

She tilts her head as she looks up from her sketchbook.

"I found some Nightwing merch you might like." Dick preens. "You know, just in case you change your mind about your favorite vigilante."

She raises an eyebrow and looks into the box. Tumblers, caps, ballers, shirts, pins, stickers, keychains, bracelets. All in the theme of Nightwing. She refrains from asking why he has merchandise of himself.

Marinette gives a strained smile. "I understand that you're a fan and all, but I really don't get the appeal."

He makes a face. "You can take at least one."

She sighs and goes through the pile before digging out a Nightwing hoodie that looks comfy.

---

She thinks Jason won't care too much about being hailed the favorite but she's proven absolutely wrong. During one chat with him, he manages to slip it in the conversation.

"And then I told her that my sister makes better slippers!" Jason grins.

"You didn't!" She laughs.

"Speaking of that shop, apparently Red Hood fought off some thugs for the old lady." Jason takes a swig of his drink. "And he even threatened them not to go back!"

"Thats . . . that's cool."

"Right? He looks big and scary but he has a heart inside."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, and he helps out a lot of street kids too." He hastily adds: "I just heard about it."

---

Tim's approach is more passive-aggressive.

One morning when Marinette slips into the kitchen to make her coffee, she sees a rubber duck wedged between the coffee press and the cream. And it's not just a rubber duck. It's a rubber duck dressed as Red Robin.

The ducks follow her everywhere.

She catches one near her sewing machine, one pinned near a window where she usually works, another next to her baking supplies, inside her shoe, on her laptop. She only collects the ducks and makes them line up in her room.

But that's not all.

Themed advertisements begin to pop up whenever she uses her phone or laptop. The Red Robin symbol flickers every now and then at the corner of her screen.

Marinette frowns upon seeing another duck inside her purse. Damn your psychological harassment.

---

Damian is the most annoying one.

He springs out of nowhere and pops out a surprise attack whenever she's doing something. If Marinette's playing UMS Online, he'll stand in front of her screen and say, "Robin uses an awesome katana."

To which she replies, "Go away! I'm losing!"

He'll sit beside her during meals and state in a casual tone: "He has the best fighting skills out of all the others."

And she'll glower. "Not in front of my croissants, Damian."

He'll also accidentally 'run into' her whenever she's outside the manor. "It has come to my attention that he wants to cease being too much of an edgelord."

She'll walk past him. "Good thing to know."

What's worse is that Damian seems set on maintaining his 'favorite' status and is actively trying to sabotage the others' attempts.

When Marinette decides to slip on the Nightwing hoodie, she finds a Robin sticker stapled on top of the Nightwing logo.

Whenever Jason comes over and talks to her, Damian interrupts and the boys get into an argument.

Even the ducks aren't safe. Marinette sees a few re-dressed in a Robin getup.

Finally, after getting fed up with their stupid antics, she decides to end the war once and for all.

---

Bonus

Marinette taps her stylus on her tablet. The crossword puzzle sits unfinished on the screen.

She squints. "Seven letter word for best vigilante in Gotham?"

Stephanie raises her hand. "SPOILER!"

Duke perks up. "THE SIGNAL!"

"Duke, that's nine letters."

"Oh."

Marinette looks back at the description list. "Oops, it's actually six letters. My bad."

Cass smiles. "Orphan."

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[dargoww]

hello everyone! i came with some ps4!peter parker x gn!reader hcs!

i put ps4!peter because he was the one i had in my mind while writing this, BUT:

the hcs are applicable for ANY spidey!

let's goo!!

pic credit goes to the rightful owners

peter is a very, very, very loving person

and he needs someone to be there for him

it's not like he needs for you to comfort him after every fight (sometimes he does need though)

but damn

cuddles are a must every day, every night

after an exhausting day of patroling, all he wants is just snuggle up closer to you

cause he feels peace

i have a feeling peter gets anxious super often

or overthinks things

he's learned to just deal with it over the years

but he simply can't resist how all of it goes away when you're around

especially when the two of you are alone

no one in your personal space

it's so soothing to him

like a sanctuary from his routine work

you two would make plans

like going traveling somewhere

cause peter really needs a break

your first trip together was so funny

you took many silly photos

one of them is now hanging on the wall in your living room

peter says it's his favourite because of how your eyes are filled with joy in this picture

and how his eyes

are locked on you

oh and there's also water splashes all around you

cause you know it was an amusement park

with some water slides

you two were soaked

but never stopped laughing

without any spare clothes, you just kept walking hoping it would dry

and it did

but like after two hours

exactly 15 minutes before your tickets expired

and your bus was leaving

you have such warm memories of that trip

cause it felt very special since it was your first one together

you were exploring, eating really weird food, walking around the same building for three times, asking for directions, getting lost, running to some bakery 2 minutes before the guide tour started, tripping over some stupid fences near a what-is-supposed-to-be-a-palace ('Dammit, who would put it here??')

and even though some of it was supposed to be annoying

it was the two of you

the two of you against all of it

together

that's what made it so important to you, so precious

you & peter still rewind these memories of that trip

even though you now have another ones

all it takes for you to bring a smile on each other's face is to mention that damned palace fence

it's in your memory forever

peter would take photos of you when you wouldn't notice

when your hair looks messy (it adds to the beauty)

when the sun shines on your skin – it's like a saint appeared before him

or maybe he would take domestic photos

like you cooking pasta

with such a bright, big smile after he told you some really cheesy pickup line

he just... appreciates you so much

every now and then he would look at you in awe

because he still doesn't believe how you could be his

when you two first met, he admired your beauty

but as you were getting closer and closer, peter found the way you think about things so amazing

the way your mind comes to things his would never come to

the way you talk, the way you put your words

he always reads between the lines though, somehow

it's unintentional

or maybe he's just seeing something he wants to see

but whenever you're telling him something, his mind would wander about how your choice of words is remarkable

in other words though, he would pay more attention to how you say things

instead of what you say exactly

he has a short attention span anyway

100% always late to everything

even if it's just a pizza night at your & peter's place (living with him is whole another topic)

he tries to make it on time

he really tries

and you know it so you never argue with him about it

but when you two do argue, it's usually not for long

well actually, it never lasts an hour

cause through time you & pete got to appreciate each other just for the way you are

because you know

some people matter to us no matter the fights we get into with them

or no matter the little mishaps that can occur

all of it is nothing compared to the person themselves

and this is why you never stay in fights for a long time

because most of the time they just don't mean anything

idk if its actually possible but i can almost see how your apartment would have a secret spider-man lair

you know for him to make stuff

because leaving it in the open isn't so safe

i can see you entering this little place of his

with some food because he obviously forgot to eat

he just rushed into the 'Lab' as he calls it after he came home

oh and he forgets to drink water, like, all the time

you bought him an annoying watch that would remind him to drink and eat

the voice of the robot watch lady is so bad

like it literally jumpscares

and... never does its thing, peter forgets about food and water a second after

but the watch got turned it off a 5 days after using

5 days because he just couldn't get rid of something you gifted to him

he felt bad to do that

so there was this evening when the two of you were having a dinner

and this thing would just jumpscare you

"HELLO, PETER. IT'S 8PM AND IT'S TIME FOR YOUR HOURLY WATER GLASS."

you spilled your drink

laughed a lot

and got rid of the watch

you regretted buying it... 50 dollars to the trash bin

but it was fun

speaking of fun btw

peter would choose the window to entry the apartment, like, 8 times out of 10

cause a) it's convenient

and cause b) it's dramatic

oh and c) he now has a tradition of showing up using weird roles

like the last time

he entered through the window with a pizza and asked

'hey, is this your pizza? you owe me 5.50"

and you would give him the 5.50

and guess what then?

he took the money and the pizza and swung to the rooftop of a nearby house

with an evil laugh

the laugh that was super, super fake and extremely funny

he was back in a minute though

with pizza, with money

and with a soft kiss just for you

he said it's 'special client treatment'

you didn't object

as a matter of fact, peter can be super naive

not in a stupid way, but in a the-world-is-still-a-good-place way

protect his naivety at all costs please

it makes his eyes shine with happiness

and this boy deserves some happiness

relationship with him is so, so comfortable...

except the times when he comes back home all bruised and bleeding

these are the hard days

but there are always hard days, right?

they do not outweigh the good days though

like your first trip

like that time when peter was the pizza guy

like that time when water from your cup slipped into his plate after you were jumpscared by the stupid watch you bought him

it's always the little things

in them, there is beauty

in them, there is...

love.

BONUS:

↑ the selfie he took on your phone and put it on your lockscreen. cause, you know... you're his. and he loves you dearly.

[snappleapple]

their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

[chopper-witch]

Idea of Robin and Nancy being beards for Steve and Eddie but then falling in love with each other just added 10 years to my life.

It’s like fake dating to lovers but not…

I have to expand of course, so read on if you wish.

It’s 1986 Hawkins, Indiana. Being gay is just as if not worse than being a satanic cult leader. Even though Eddie is well out of hot water - he isn’t stupid. And he doesn’t want Steve to get hurt either.

So they ask Rob and Nance (who did break up with Jonathan after discovering how many times he lied to her about things, especially little ones *cough* acceptance letter *cough*) for help. It will be super easy, they say. You just have to cover for us, come on some double dates. “It’s not like you even like me anymore, Nance,” Steve adds. “Plus, Robs, we know you don’t even like guys. And Eddie doesn’t even like girls. Perfect pair.”

They agree. They get free food and free rides and free movies out of it. Yeah, it’s awkward when Eddie and Steve are being kind of gross but whatever.

But of course… while Steve and Eddie are sitting between Nance and Robs at the theater, they fail to see Robin staring at Nancy and Nancy staring at Robin and each of them turning back to the movie when the other catches them. Why would they? They’re focused more on each other.

Or at a restaurant, when each Very Straight Couple™️ sits across from each other, and Nancy’s hand brushes Robin’s when they both go to grab something and they both apologize and blush while the boys seem like they are deep in manly conversation (but Eddie is really telling Steve something wholly inappropriate about their plans for later).

Steve and Eddie just completely miss the signs. The smiles between their friends, gentle ‘accidental’ touches, asking to try each other’s food and feeding it to each other because they’re too busy sharing one brain cell that Dustin regularly steals.

And it just builds. It really becomes double dates whenever they have to bring Robin and Nancy along.

Then one night it’s a movie night. The kind they sometimes have where they just hang at someone’s house and drink and eat obscene amounts of food. This time it is hosted at Steve’s. Big house, parents gone.

Steve drags Eddie away halfway through whatever movie is on. Nancy isn’t really paying attention. No. She’s too busy staring at her hands as she realizes holy shit, she likes Robin. No. Loves Robin.

“You okay there, Nance?”

Nancy looks up. Robin has set the tape on the table and sat beside it, leaning forward toward Nancy. Her face is only a few feet away. She’d just need to lean forward and —

“Do you still like Vickie?”

“What?”

“Vickie. Do you still like her?”

Oh god, Robin thinks as the words begin to pour out.

“Vickie? I haven’t thought about Vickie in months. Out of sight out of mind. Graduated, you know? Haven’t seen her so I haven’t thought about her. Long gone. See it to believe it kind of gal here.”

“So you don’t like her anymore?”

“No I do not. Correct.”

It’s quiet for a moment. Robin’s heart is pounding. She feels so stupid for the way she phrased that. She could have just said no. Now it sounds like if Nancy were to go some where, Robin would no longer like her.

“Oh, just… fuck it.”

And Nancy leans forward, grabbing onto Robin’s face to bring her closer and finally, finally kisses her.

Steve cooks breakfast the next morning. Eddie is the better cook but Steve doesn’t want Eddie touching anything in his parent’s kitchen, so partially burned scrambled eggs, bacon that is either too crisp or too soggy, and dry toast will have to do.

Robin kisses a speck of jam of Nancy’s lips while Steve gets to the eggs and bacon.

“Okay, when did this happen?” Steve demands, pointing with his spatula.

“While you two were being completely oblivious,” Nancy responds.

Robin nods. “And we mean completely.”

“Though we were a little as well.”

“But we got there.”

Steve groans.

Eddie comes up behind Steve, wrapping his arms around him and pressing a kiss to his neck. “Well, at least we’ve got a pretty good system in place already. Neither of us can break up though. That would ruin it. So don’t break up.”

And then he steals the spatula to try to at least save the eggs.

———

Okay time to imagine the opposite b y e