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strawmyberry · 10 months

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hi strawberry!! hope ur having a good day!! i absolutely loved ur headcanons for the main 4! they are soo cute i literally re-read them all the time 😭💗💗 do you by chance have any headcanons for butters?? <3

AAAA!!! more headcannons!!! makes my heart happy!!

cute little fun fact about me before we start- im a very indecisive person! basically meaning ive never really been able to choose a favorite character in South Park- i have way too many-

but i LOVE butters with all my heart! he’s a little guy and i wanna squish his cheeks! so of COURSE i have headcannons for him!! thank you for the ask toast <3

i hope you guys like them!

— ❤️🍓 strawberry 🍓❤️

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Butters!

HE’S SO TICKLISH

i am so certain he is just a ball of ticklishness!

i don’t know if he’s more ticklish than kyle though!

if anything- i think they’re tied!

has the cutest laugh ever ever ever!

his laugh 100% causes cuteness aggression

(i think someone intends to tickle him for only a minute- they hear his laugh- and they literally cannot stop. HE’S TOO CUTE!)

he’s a wiggly worm!

he leans into being tickled by accident- little silly guy <33

(he’ll lean one way to avoid it just to lean into the other side by accident!)

HE HAS A TICKLISH TUMMY!

im so normal about this you guys!!!!

(butters is a human version of the pillsbury dough boy!!!)

his worst spot is his stomach!! but his armpits are pretty bad too!

HE ALSO HAS TICKLISH HANDS

like- they’re not superrrrr ticklish- but they’re ticklish!!

he learned to do his own nails for that exact reason!

(yes!!! butters likes to have painted nails sometimes!!! let him have it!!!)

he has a little hello kitty sticker on his index nail! he’s classy! he’s stylish! he’s chic!

he really likes being tickled!!

(he’s touch starved :((( )

i think he could ask to be tickled for the longest time

could being past tense!!! because- poor little guy figured out that not everyone likes being tickled!

he totally thought everyone liked it as much as he did

( [f]artman burst that bubble real quick :( )

so now he’s a little bit more shy about it!

but there are certain people that are already well aware- so they give him his fill to cheer him up <3

he makes a lot of noises- squeals, squeaks, hiccups, you name it!!

gah he is SO CUTE :(((

teasing is SO effective he can’t handle it

if you wiggle your fingers at him it’s over!!!

he already starts giggling!!

(and i means GIGGLING giggling! you’re practically already tickling him!)

he curls up like a little hedgehog!!

i also imagine he cries when he laughs too hard- and it makes his lers feel SO BAD because they think he’s actually crying

he somehow becomes even more southern when getting tickled

his faint little twang gets amplified by a billion!!

HE COVERS HIS FACE WHEN HE LAUGHS!!!

i hate to say it- but i feel like mr. stotch (i hate him >:( ) has made butters practically hate his own laugh

he apologizes sometimes while laughing :(((

BUT HIS LERS ARE SO DEDICATED TO MAKE SURE HE KNOWS HOW CUTE HIS LAUGH IS

he takes teases SO literally!!

“awww, does that tickle?” “yehehehes!!! a lohohot!!”

(i always think back to wendy’s “are you just an asshole?” line!!! this HAS to be canon!!)

raspberries are SO bad for him!

and the poor thing falls for it every! time!

“hey, you know what my favorite fruit is?” “ohohoh chrihihistmas- i knohohow yohou’ve tohohold me behehefore!! im sohohorry-i dohont rehehemember! …ahahapples?”

he is also very aware that tickling is the first resort when i comes to getting him to do something

“no! i won’t! ….oh hamburgers- you’re gonna tickle me, aren’t ya’? please don’t! im sorry fellas, really-!”

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YOU GUYS :(((

and he’s such a sweet ler too!!

that’s not to say he doesn’t go all out- he definitely does!!!

but he constantly checks in! makes sure he isn’t crossing any boundaries!

surprisingly, he’s super duper teasy

“Awww! You’re just the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen!” (thing pronounced thang!!! southern bell!!)

tickles are always his go to for anything

(sometimes he looks for excuses to tickle people- just to hear their laughs!!)

he randomly pokes at people! just for funnzies!

especially Kenny- poor Kenny gets poked way too much

(butters totally does the thing where he pokes and quickly looks away, as if he isn’t the only one standing next to kenny who could’ve done it)

he has a BLAST- whether he’s a Lee or a Ler!!!

hes such a good sport about it he’s so sweet :((

“that was fun!!!”

🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓

Professor Chaos!

oh no!!! who’s this evil, totally unrelated, fiend who’s invaded my butters headcannons??

well- i guess since he’s here! we might as well!

very ticklish!!! it really works against him!

he has a little maniacal laugh that he tries to keep up while being tickled

(but that only works for like- 5 minutes! then he’s all giggles and squeals!)

his minions tickle him from time to time!!

of course- completely on accident!

(or maybe those hamsters ARE evil?!)

but he just giggles a little, catches them, and puts them back in their little balls!

getting captured by Racoon & Friends/Freedom Pals is very common!

he tries to act all macho and evil

(it never works!! doesn’t even last five seconds!)

it’s the same song and dance every single time!

“mwhahaha! you really think you can get me, Professor Chaos, to tell you where I’m conducting my next evil scheme? you are wrong!” “…” “oh! u-uh- you think you can resort to c-childish antics, huh? w-well! i-im not ticklish! s-so, yeah!!”

hes very dedicated to his character!!

he does this little silly thing where…sometimes…he forgets what info he’s supposed to confess

sometimes he gets lucky! (mysterion or toolshed quickly whisper in his ear what hes supposed to say- and he goes along with it!)

but sometimes…he gets stuck with Racoon & Friends

(they don’t care if he can remember or not- they just tickle him until he remembers again)

BUT HE ALWAYS GETS THEM BACK!

this evil evil guy is the most evil evil ler in South Park!!

(ooooooo! scary!)

professor chaos’ super evil super effective interrogation!

(he calls it “Interronation”!)

wether it’s because he physically can’t pronounce it or that he’s just clueless is for you to decide! it’s both!

tickling is his only resort. if it doesn’t work?

…well- that’s never happened before- so he doesn’t have a backup plan!

but he goes ALL OUT

he has feathers, he has hairbrushes, he has a pair of The Racoon’s claws (he stole them >:D) anything that you think could be used to tickle a person- HE HAS IT!

he keeps it all in a little teal lunchbox (it has cute little stars!!!) that he got from his mom

(sure, he doesn’t use it for lunch, but it’s getting used!!)

but strawberry!! isnt it impractical to have to carry around a lunchbox?

yes! yes it is!

that’s why he also has a cute little tool belt with little slots to put everything in!

it’s made out of tinfoil! (he made it himself <3)

and he has spares in the back of his closet!! jusssst in case!

he teases a BUNCH

“i think someone’s gonna have to give up soon…you seem really ticklish here…”

he says the word “tickle” and all its many variations millions and billions of times

mostly because it’s super effective!!

(but also because he thinks it’s a fun word to say!!)

he also sings a little while he does- he’s silly!!

“🎶 i think someone’s ticklish! 🎶”

he makes every single time a new experience

(like, he starts every time brand new- as if he’s “discovering” each spot for the first time all over again!)

but, despite the fact that he’s an evil evil guy (ive mentioned he’s evil right?) he’s still super sweet

he stops every now and then, does a quick check in!

thats some of the only times you’ll see him break character- it’s so cute

“…ya’ good, Kenny?” “whahat?” “are you okay? can ya’ breathe-? do ya’ need water?” “…uhuh…nohoho?” “and what about here? is it okay that im tickling you here?” “uh…yehehah?” “oh! oh goodie! …round two!”

and he has waters on hand!! he buys the jumbo packs!

(you know? the little mini water bottles with the little motivational quotes on them? those little ones!)

the little evil guy doesn’t really have the heart to hurt anyone- he just likes hearing his friends laugh!!!

deep down he knows they’re gonna get him back a million times worse but it’s all in good fun! so he doesn’t mind!

all is fair in love and superhero civil war!

#south park tickles #strawberry hcs #lee butters #ler butters #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK TOAST IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG🥹#butters is so adorable 🥹 i love this little guy #he deserves so much!!!! he deserves to giggle and laugh and be all cute!!!#please matt and trey? pretty please? with a cherry on top?

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taulun · 2 years

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(this is a one-shot sent to me by anon, THANK YOU DEAR ANON <3 I wish I could speak to you directly, but it's fine by me if you'd like to stay anonymous! thank you again, this made me very happy and I hope my followers will feel the same way!!)

Adrien lay on his back, eyes closed. A tune was playing at the back of his mind, and he was trying to focus on that to distract himself from the thoughts that kept trying to barge into his consciousness. Last night, he had a dream. A nightmare, one might say, based off of how he woke up in a cold sweat. He did not want to think about it, and yet he could not stop thinking about it at the same.

"Adrien?" He turned around to look into a very familiar pair of blue eyes. "Would you pass me the sugar, honey?" Adrien looked down at his hands. They were in a bowl of dough, presumably kneading. The countertop was pink, and the place seemed too bright and well-lit to be his apartment. "Hey!" He snapped out of his thoughts to look back at Marinette, who was looking at him with a very curious expression on his face. "You okay?" "Wh-what is going on? Why are you here?" Marinette burst out laughing. "You can be such a silly kitten sometimes, you know." She touched his face gently, and pecked his lips. Adrien could not understand what was happening, but he could not ignore the warmth in his heart. "Marinette..." She looked up at him, her brows furrowed in a question. He cupped her face with his hands. Marinette giggled. "You're kind of getting flour on me, babe." He closed his eyes and touched his forehead to hers. "Stay." He heard her sigh. "Silly kitty." When he opened his eyes again, he found himself alone, surrounded by cold darkness.

"MARI!" He woke up with a start, only to realise he had been dreaming. Running his hands through his hair, he tried to calm his racing heart. A dream, huh. That'd make sense. But why had he been dreaming about her? What had that been about?

He had rehearsal with the band today, and he was hoping to get his mind off of the dream. Off of her. But just as his ill luck would have it, she was there. He tried to avoid her for as long as he could, trying his best not to catch a glimpse of those beautiful blue eyes that had been staring at him with so much emotion last night. So, he excused himself the first chance he could, and went to another room. And as he lay down on the couch, he tried to forget.

"Hey." Adrien opened his eyes to the same familiar pair of eyes that had been haunting him since last night. "No!" He jumped up, instinctively moving away from her. "Hey..." He hated how her face changed into an expression of worry and concern. He hated how that made his heart clench. Adrien took a deep breath, channeling all his strength to maintain his mask. He kept his eyes down, avoiding eye contact. "Can a guy not get a moment of peace around here?" "I was just checking in-" "I'm alright. Thanks." He looked up just in time to catch her hand before she could touch him. "I said I am alright." "Adrien-" "Just go." As she pulled her hand away, he couldn't help but miss the loss of contact, even though he couldn't explain. "Excuse me." He said, standing up. "I need to go to the bathroom." With that, he walked off without sparing her a glance. Because he was scared he might fall weak if he did.

#miraculous ladybug #music au #adrienette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #thank youuuuuuu so so much this is such a lovely gesture <3 #i did not expect this at all and it made my entire morning today <333

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if-you-like-pina-colada-s · 1 year

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YO HEY ✨AGAIN✨ BROSKI CAN U SHARE WHO UR HETALIA KINS ARE AND WHY U KIN THEM? I'LL EXPLAIN WHO MINE ARE AND WHY I KIN THEM IN RETURN

ANSKXLKSNSNC HI BESTIE!! YESS ABSOLUTELY!!!

Ok ok, I have 3 Hetalia kins, so:

First we have the one and only Mr. United States of America. Honestly the main reason I kin him, I think, is because I AM American and I swear everytime he does something so painfully American I'm like "damn, lowkey I would've done that too" (my favorite foods are hamburgers I mean cmon). Now I wouldn't say I'm as boisterous as him but I am overly friendly and I love making new friends so I am pretty extroverted! I think we'd have a lot of fun together in real life, we'd share the same level of enthusiasm about the things we like. We'd ramble on and on about things like science and movies and where the best place to get good artisan burgers is at.

Next, we have Mr. Italy (North Italy to be specific). He is very creative and artsy, and so am I!! I adored that part in season 7 where he tried to explain how to make art to England and failed miserably. That's me. He's very bubbly and happy-go-lucky just like me. I bet my ass he's the art kid who gets asked to "draw me next!" To which he just rolls his eyes in response. I also think he's incredibly unhinged and would say the most fucked up shit at random moments and then finish his sentence as if that's completely normal.

Last but not least, Mr. China!! Yall should know, I am a big sister and also the oldest grandchild in the family. So I very much feel like I share the same "eldest sibling" energy with him. He's the responsible older bro who tries to look out for his younger siblings, but isn't exactly the... best sibling all the time. Not exactly parent material, he's just quite literally older brother material. Also, even though he carries a mature, responsible manner, he's still incredibly unhinged at times. He's one of the few characters with actual braincells but he'd still be totally down to commit arson! Its also said he's a huge fan of cute stuff (such as Hello Kitty) and me too!

And of course there's the things the three of 'em have in common:

I feel like all three of them are just silly goofy guys who laugh and joke about the most fucked up shit ever. They're just ever so slightly unhinged.

I also think they're very booksmart, but can't read the room for shit like me.

They're all quite egotistical, while also extremely insecure.

Not to dump my insecurities on yall but... lowkey I suspect these guys have like, MAJOR abandonment issues. They tend to keep their friends and family in a sort of choke hold. It doesn't look like they particularly enjoy being alone or left out. And REALLY take issue with people leaving them.

Again... not to dump things on yall... but they seem a little... idk, maybe a bit adhd to me? Maybe I'm just projecting onto them since I suspect this of myself. (I'm no expert and have never been diagnosed for any sort of neurodivergency. So this is all a "hmm I wonder?" sort of a speculation).

Anyway, they're just so silly goofy.

#hetalia #hws #hws america #aph america #hws china #aph china #hws italy #aph italy #ask #my hetalia kin list #i project onto them so bad #we are on the same wave length #sorry this is a really long post

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gojou-violin · 1 year

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IM HERE TO DELIVER!! Idk if you wanted thirsty thots but what characters do you think eat the kitty all nice and sloppy? 👀

OK OK PLEASE SEND ME THIRST-- I'm prob one of the horniest ppl on this godforsaken app, and that's saying something....

anyhow. here's what i got out of the characters on my list:

| eren - he hooks his arms around your thighs while he's laying on his stomach between your legs, just going for it. if you pull on his hair or kick him away, that's not going to deter him. he's got a goal in mind: to make you cum on his tongue as many times as possible

| hange - ......do i need to say anything

| zeke - mans has a large tongue that can do THINGS and no one can tell me differently

| denji - bro. the second this guy learned how vaginas work, he started putting in the time and effort into researching everything he could. seeing someone shake as they cum because of him is his absolute favorite thing, so he sits there on his knees in front of you as you're sitting on a chair or on the couch, and he's putting all his knowledge of how to make ppl cum into simply having you scream his name-- bonus points if he makes you squirt. he'll brag about it to aki later.

| zanka - i have so many headcanons of this guy just lazily hiding under the covers, eating you out while engine is just sitting there talking about work. he likes teasing his fingers at your entrance, too.

| bokuto - if this man doesn't make you cum on his tongue in 5 minutes or less, he'll start pouting until you push him back down and tell him how to do it-- and once he makes you cum, mans ego is boosted for the next 5-6 business days.

| kenma - my sweet kitten boy <3 <3 <3 he knows how to make you feel good-- anything for you! he'll look up at you through his lashes just to make sure he's doing it right, and then he'll smile against your clit when he sees you throwing your head back and praising him a thousand times over.

| yamaguchi - he's so quiet, no one would ever expect him to know how to eat pussy, but mans has been prepping his entire life for this moment. sure, he needs a little help here and there, but after some practice, he's a GOD at it.

| gojou - he'd be silly about it, nipping and edging you just for his own entertainment. but the things he can do with his tongue-- OH BOYYYYYY

| sukuna - .........guys............ i don't have to explain myself here, right?

| toji - this guy's a manwhore. you're gonna look me in the eye and tell me he wouldn't wrap his arms under your knees then keep his palms pressed on your stomach to keep you still while he forces orgasm after orgasm out of you? you're gonna lie to yourself and me? really?

| yuutah - i think he'd be really sweet about it. "am-i doin' it right?" meanwhile he's got your legs shaking and your throat sore from screaming :)

| hawks - he's going to make you ride his face. he's going to. like, his favorite thing in the world is having you grabbing onto the headboard, panting breathlessly, riding his face desperately while you warn him, "i'm gonna cum, fuck, i'm gonna cum--"

| ineka (oc) - GUYS IM NEVER GONNA SHUT UP ABOUT INEKA OK LEAVE ME ALONE-- LET ME RANT ABOUT HIM 24/7-- HES A PANSEXUAL MANWHORE THAT'S WILDLY IN LOVE WITH TOGE OK LEAVE ME ALONE (anyhow, mans would def use his technique to figure out how to cum, and then would just do it to catch you off guard. and he'd smirk when you're cumming. and he'd laugh when you try to squirm away from him--......... i need holy water)

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inkykeiji · 9 months

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clari i’m insecure about how my kitty looks 😭 it kinda makes me avoidant of sex bc i’m so scared i’m gonna get made fun of and i’m considering surgery :( what should i do

nooooo anon bb i am so sorry to hear this!!! firstly, i know it’s sooo much easier said than done, but don’t feel insecure!!! i honestly think all kitties are soooo pretty (way way WAY prettier than cocks, some of which can be seriously ugly >.<) like pussies are so cute no matter what!!!!! i’m dead serious & genuine on that!!! secondly, anyone who says anything to you about the way you look, makes you feel bad about the way you look, or refuses to be intimate with you because of the way you look, is not worthy of being inside you. they aren’t even worthy of being in your presence. they’re immature and shallow and not worth a single shred of your attention or time. thirdly, let me let u in on a lil secret!!! i used to be insecure as well, bcoz one of my lips is a lil bigger than the other so i’m not perfectly symmetrical, and i was terrified one day my boyfriend would notice and be turned off by it. several years into our relationship i finally pointed it out to him and shyly revealed my fear, and he laughed gently and said he didn’t even notice, and that it was a silly thing to be worried about! and he was right!!!

anon, think of your kitty—and your entire body!—as a piece of art. it’s unique, it’s one of a kind, it’s YOURS, and it deserves to be treated with love and respect, the way you’d love and take care of any other masterpiece <3

#i hope this helps a lil!!#i don’t know much about surgery down there but i would stay away from it #it isn’t worth it and i feel like there are some risks/complications associated with it #but obv do your research and take that with a grain of salt #i didn’t even google it i just feeeel like i’ve heard that before hahaha #ANYWAY #you don’t need it my luv i promise #ur kitty is super cute!!!! give it love!!!!! anyone who gets to see or touch it is LUCKY #you are a god/goddess!!!! never forget it!!!#have a fantastic friday bb n pls stay safe + hydrated #inky.bb #clari gets mail

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hyperionshipping · 10 months

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TRICKS can u tell me things abt ur f/os considering I rambled abt John yesterday..... TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM TELL ME SILLY CUTE THINGS U DO W THEM!!!♡♡

WELLLL. See there's SO much to sayy for this. Hmm hmm!!! Lemme list some for each romantic f/o. I love lists <3

Handsome Jack

THIS MAN. THIS MAN. HIM.

What don't I fucking do with Jack. He's everything to me. Our anniversary was earlier this month. He's not even the f/o I've had the longest but he truly is special to me. More than any other f/o

We are the worst couple. We stay winning. We are NOT made for each other <3.

Jack can't sleep without me but would not ever admit that. I sleep with my face to his chest, and his leg between my thigh.

We are the worst with PDA. Anything you can think of? Jack's done to me in public. And he will do it again. And again, and again, and again and--

I fight for Jack <3 absolutely utterly dedicated to him. In an unhealthy way.

He's gotten me bandits to practice shooting on. Live targets are better to try out new guns on after all!!

Sometimes, late at night, I get to see glimpses of his face without the mask on. He's the most handsome thing to me.

Killian Jones

The like Biggest thing I do for him is very often smooth down his hair a lot. Both when he's frazzled and just because.

This isn't a thing *I* do as much, but god he's a big ol' flirt. We are SO disgusting with our PDA. We ARE kissing again, yes indeed

We hang out at the beach pretty often! Killian swears he isn't a pirate anymore but I know the way he looks at the sea. So, often, dates end up with us walking the beach

Caleb Widogast

GOD. Where do I start?

I braid his hair a lot, so often. Or put it in a ponytail, tuck it behind his ear. Anything. Caleb always melts when I do.

We fight TOGETHER!!!! I have a whole fic on this. We always have each other's backs in combat. Where he goes I follow. That's FINAL.

We kinda. We heal each other. In more ways than one. Caleb learns to let himself heal through me, and it's the same for me

Some of our best moments is when Caleb reads to me in Zemnian. Do I understand all of it? No. But he speaks so softly, so gently, it always makes me feel safe. And Frumpkin will join us, and it's so good!!!!!

I call him sunshine and hummingbird!

Hardwon Surefoot

My honeyboy <3

I tease HIM!!! He has his moments too. The way we actually meet is him going "watch this!" and failing so bad that I laugh and call him cute and join him and the other boobs!

We also fight together for sure but it's different than Caleb and I.

I braid his hair. ALL. THE. TIME. And wash it. Style it. Eveything. Hardwon barely does his own hair anymore. I always braid it with dwarven braids for his heritage, and crick knots for the family that accepted him for who he is.

I do the same for his beard. I help him keep it in tiptop shape

ALWAYS together in one big bed.

I follow him to the ends of the earth (literally, really).

Grog Strongjaw

Power couple. That's us!

Literally. We are two barbarians. I'm letting him take my kill because it's ROMANTIC. AND YOU GUYS DON'T GET IT!!!!

What's more romantic than the heart of our enemy? Nothing! That's the gift I'm giving him.

Also his biggest hype man following Scanlan and Pike.

I pick him flowers a lot too. He always worries about breaking them cause they're real delicate and he's not but I promise him it's ok

I let him do MY hair. That's a great privilege. He's the first of the party I let touch it

Lepos

Also a PDA heavy couple. Lee sometimes gets a little flustered from it all. But he also got me in bed because he was a flirt...

He's my kitty. My big, fat, demon <3

He really likes rodeos, and I always oblige him and go with him!! I am learning about them more slowly but surely.

I constantly lay on his chest to listen to him purr. It's the most comforted and safe I've ever felt

We dance a lot in our house, to no particular song. If I grab his hands and look up at him and smile, ask him to dance he'll always do it!

Crowley

Little shit. *Shoves him* *punches him*

Ugh. HIM.

Behind closed doors, he's a big lover. All he wants is that, you know? And, though it takes him a while to admit it? He hasn't felt Loved like this in a while. A long while. Forever, really.

We tick each other off. Threats that go nowhere.

He sends hellhounds to watch over me! Just gotta make sure I'm safe.

He's really very protective at the end of the day. God forbid he learn a demon tried to do me harm. They aren't going to see the light of tomorrow.

He always takes me on such lavish dates. Really, I don't know what to do with myself at the places he brings me x_x

Lucifer Morningstar

rAUGH.

I fell for him so hard and so fast. Fuck!!!!!

We party often~. At Lux, at his penthouse, just out, that one time at that one place... It really doesn't end.

I dote on him so much. He says I'm awfully lovey-dovey for a demon and I just kiss him again.

Something special Luci does for just me is, since L.A. makes it hard to see the stars, he drives me out and away just so I can look at the stars with awe. He thinks it's so beautiful to see me so enamoured with something so simple.

He sings to me too! Serenades me~. Alone in his penthouse, he'll play the piano, let me sit on the bench as he plays, or place his hands over mine to play the keys. He sings me Frank Sinatra specifically.

Jack Hodgins

Ohhh Hodgepodge. My lovebug!!

I help him with all of the experiments he does. Always hands-on with him!!

He loves flirting with me. Because he always, always figures out what to say to make me blush beet red.

He fell so damn hard for me though so like, checkmate baby!

He likes when I call him King Of The Lab <3. He is, by the way.

We always go on lunch dates to this one Sandwich shop in D.C. that's my secret little spot!!!

And, when we go out? I find every bug I can to ask him about it, and ask for facts and god I love hearing him talk. I could listen to him for hours

Lance Sweets

Sweets <3. I... Didn't expect to fall for him like I did.

I like making him blush! I do it a lot by accident. It's very easy heheh.

I love just hanging out with Sweets. He means a lot to me and he didn't GET that as much when he was a kid.

Karaoke is a thing that is like OUR thing. It was our first date too. We always sing rock songs together!!

VINYL SHOPPING TOO!!!!!!! He used to work at one, and I collect them. Sweets helps me find my favorite bands and cool, older vinyl.

John Constantine

Hold on a minute. *FUCKING SHAKESHIM SO HARD*

Okay. See. I didn't MEAN to fall in love with him!!!! Me and John's thing was. Mutually beneficial. FWB's. But I should've known he wouldn't last in one of those.

It so wasn't ME with feelings first. No. It was ol' Johnnyboy. Trust me.

We get into so many stupid situations together. Constantine and a demon together? Strap in!

Silly stuff we do together though... date nights are always fun. Wherever I wanna go.

He's stuck with me! I tell him that a lot. Even when he's being a little shit. He can't get rid of me if he tried. And oh how he tried.

Fun things to do with YOUR demon lover! Send them back to Hell!

I forgave him.

LOVE cuddling that man. And rubbing my face against his stubble or beard. Heheh ^w^.

#Tricks answers #long post

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I tagged 534 of my posts in 2022

#spop - 103 posts

#she ra - 103 posts

#catra - 78 posts

#entrapta - 45 posts

#glimmer - 37 posts

#adora - 22 posts

#glitra - 21 posts

#scorpia - 20 posts

#thanks for playing! - 17 posts

#long post - 17 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#but usually it's people laughing off ''oh i could burn water!'' and it really is just technique (or misusing equipment but i'm lumping here)

My Top Posts in 2022:

catra: man i cant stand it everyone in the rebellion is such a goody two shoes and theyre all going to hate me--

glimmer: ENTRAPTA WHY DID YOU PUT DISH LIQUID IN THE TOILET AND BLEACH IN THE WASHING MACHINE there are BUBBLES EVERYWHERE and the KITTIES on my glitter pink socks have been FUCKING MURDERED

entrapta: whoops! i'm sorry! i read the chemical components on the bottles and decided to use them on the proportionately more contaminated items. do you know that a person's clothing is ten times filthier than a toilet? i dont know why this isn't common knowledge. but judging from the state of the dishes you washed this morning you probably shouldn't lecture me on cleaning things--

glimmer: *war cry*

catra: nevermind i think i'll like it here

Catra will ALWAYS stick around for two things:

Mischievous chaos, Chaos, CHAOS!

Fucking around with Glimmer

Glimmer would totally cut a bitch over her socks getting bleached, and maybe Catra for laughing so hard about it.

Entrapta knew better, she just chose not to do better! :)

73 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

How did my Hordak & Catra begrudgingly become friends fic accidentally include such “It’s All Fun and Games Until” vibes?

“Okay,” Glimmer glared at them both, alternating between the cells before huffing and starting over. “Let me get this straight. I leave for one week and you two attempted to murder one another in a public meeting over water usage rights!? Do I have that correct? The Prince Regent of Brightmoon was attacked by the Prince Consort of Dryl, and responded by attempted murder? Am I MISSING something here?”

Catra had never once really felt solidarity with Hordak, but even with a wall between them she felt it now.

“Yes,” she said, “you’re missing the part where your guards didn’t do their job to prevent or stop this from happening. Also I don’t think prince consort of dryl is a real title.”

“It is not.” Hordak piped up. “I am Entrapta’s lab partner. Additionally the Prince Regent did not try to murder me. We simply had an aggressive difference of opinion, and expressed it in a manner appropriate to our…culture?”

First of all, what a jerk. Catra scowled at her temporary title being bandied about like this. She could not even give him points for his attempt to explain the situation, because it was such a rusted explanation!

Glimmer growled, hands scrubbing at her face before she clapped her hands together. Her smile was only a little unhinged as she said, “Okay, so the Prince Regent of Brightmoon was attacked by Entrapta’s Lab Partner in a meeting about water usage rights, and my acting head of state responded by violence which you reciprocated. Is that better? Is that what you want to hear? Is this what happened???”

Catra glanced at the stone wall as if she could see Hordak’s reaction.

“STOP TRYING TO SILENTLY COMMUNICATE WITH EACH OTHER AND ANSWER ME!”

“Yes.” Hordak answered.

75 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

Silly Headcanons: Super Pal Trio vs. Best Friend Squad, Airplane Travel

I don’t know where I’m gonna use this if ever in a fic so here you go.

Under a cut because it is hilariously long.

SPT is always running late to their flight. They choose early morning or late night flights to reduce the amount of people they have to deal with, and it’s the only reason they still make it to their plane before it leaves. Just, without fail, they will always run up right as they do the “last call for boarding parties A-D for flight 12345”.

This is in part because one of them always gets stopped for a “random” check at security. Usually it’s Entrapta because she forgot she has something metallic on her person, but Scorpia often gets stopped because when she’s tired and in go mode her resting bitch face is impressive and intimidating. Combine that with her size and stinger and someone wants to stop her for a quick double check. Catra also gets checked but less frequently, usually because she is “acting suspicious” (aka slinking around and looking around a lot because god fuck she hates the whole flying process from start to finish) or because half asleep she said something snarky that can be taken horribly.

Side note: Yes, I think Scorpia’s actual resting face is bitch face. But she knows that being a scorpioni means she has to be smiling to look non-threatening. She’s a genuinely nice person so she likes to smile too, but it is also performative so other people aren’t scared of her.

Even when they are running late, Entrapta somehow manages to buy them snacks and drinks for the flight after security. (Okay look, she grabs and drops more money than her purchases are worth, with her hair doing the heavy lifting and running, shush.)

SPT prefers to sit in a 3 seat row to get the max comfs for them all. They are very clingy once on the plane so it’s really the best for everyone. If they have to do a 2-1 set up Catra will be in the single seat and Entrapta gets squished against the window while Scorpia gets aisle. If they end up in a 2-5-2 seat row situation Entrapta will be squished against the window while Catra gets aisle on the two seats. Scorpia gets the aisle on the 5 across from them because she deals the best with strangers and can become friends with whoever she’s seated with (the number of friends she legitimately keeps in contact with after meeting on a plane is 100% of them).

Let’s focus on the 3 seat row ideal.

Scorpia will take one aisle seat because she needs the extra room to not feel like her legs are going to snap in two. She always has the arm rest(s) up if she can because she doesn’t quite fit in the seat and it can be painful otherwise. Scorpia has to slump in her seat to not hit her head, so the aisle lets her do that without crunching into a tiny miserable ball. She likes to read or knit while they are flying but always has Entrapta operate her light and personal air. They are just so tiny and delicate and fiddly that she could break them. Scorpia happily eats ALL of the SPT’s free snacks (with few exceptions that Entrapta can stand in which case Scorpia will eat Catra’s free snacks because she is extra finicky while flying). One (1) time the trio got an upgrade to business class and Scorpia straight up cried because it was so much nicer of an experience. The flight attendants (with permission granted) got a lot of great hugs on that flight.

Catra takes the other aisle seat because she feels claustrophobic otherwise. She needs to trick her brain into thinking there’s an escape route in case she needs to run. Yes, she is aware that she will be in a metal tube thousands of feet in the sky so “escape” and “run” are limited. Her brain Does Not Care about that, she just needs to not feel blocked in. She will lift the inner arm seat so Entrapta can sit in all sorts of weird configurations. Their deal is that Entrapta will use her hair as a buffer between them because while stressed out about the whole being in a metal tube thousands of feet in the air where she cannot escape and they could all die thing Catra doesn’t wanna be touched. She will eat only when semi-forced to on long flights (anything 3+ hours) but it needs to be particular food stuffs or else she will end up using a barf bag or in the plane toilet. God she hates the plan toilets.

Side note: hilariously Catra does worse on take off than landing, because when she was really little she learned about the way planes can sometimes crash while trying to take off because of wind tomfuckery the night before she got on her first plane. Landing she doesn’t really mind, plus it means she is getting off the plane thank the stars!

Entrapta needs the middle seat; she wants to feel a little crunched or crushed in. Planes feel weirdly exposed to her on an aisle seat so hiding between two people she trusts is *chef’s kiss*. Entrapta will always kick off her shoes to put her feet on the cushion with her and often sits sideways in her seat to talk with Scorpia or tunelessly hum while patting Catra with her hair. Her favorite part of flying is reading the sky mall magazine and tearing the rich person bullshit technology apart viciously and with no remorse. She spends most of the flight consuming the snacks she bought while curling into the tightest ball possible. If she needs to get out to use the restroom she can use her hair to easily haul herself over Catra.

Side note: Look, she may be a whizz at getting things connected SAFELY online and UNTRACEABLY when possible, but Entrapta is also the kind of person who will shoot her printer if it beeps at her funny. There is nothing connected online in her personal spaces except for her phone.

SPT is usually one of the last groups off the plane because 1: they do not want to touch another person while trying to leave thank you and 2: Catra is a little frozen in her seat afterwards so while Scorpia is stretching and popping to get her body in roughly the right shape again, Entrapta is convincing Catra to get up.

Once off the plane, they get their luggage and will then go eat. If the terminal has vending machine food (like real food not snacks) it’s what they prefer to get. Otherwise they’ll hit the cheapest food in the terminal before leaving. At this point Catra will be forced to eat whether she wants to or not. Hangry Catra is no one’s friend.

The BFS is always painfully early for their flights. This is due mostly to Adora needing them to be early because being early is being on time, so you have to be early to being early, but it’s also for a flight and you never know how long security will take so you need to be early to being early to be early (which is on time). It’s also due to Glimmer taking forever because she always remembers something she forgot to pack at the last second, so they plan in time for that too.

2 hours early crowd, can I get a woot woot?

They prefer early morning flights (okay Adora prefers them) because they are usually on schedule compared to later flights. But Glimmer is Not a Morning Person so when they can go as early as Adora wants someone basically ends up on “Carry Glimmer Duty”. She doesn’t mean to fall asleep but she does.

Side note: the number of video’s Adora and Bow have of Glimmer snoring away only to wake up because they are giggle and grumble, “Shut the fuck up.” before snoring away again within seconds is Far Too Many. It is tradition to take at least one video of this for early flights and post online. Glimmer is aware of this and approves because she would live stream it if their positions were reversed.

Because of how early they get there, the BFS always gets a light meal and a drink before boarding. Usually they get a pastry and coffee/tea, but if it’s midday they are happy to stop for a small salad or sandwich somewhere. Bow forces them all to drink at least one full glass of pure water at this time and then they all troop off the bathroom to avoid using the one on the plane.

If there is enough time after that they might go find an amenity. If they have access to a VIP area they’ll go there for their light meal and relax, or they’ll use massage chairs, peruse the shops, get a haircut, etc. (Bow likes having a fresh looking cut at all times, he goes to his barber once every 1-2 weeks to keep it looking good, but he will break and use an airport shop if needed. Adora tried one time and was so itchy from the hair afterwards that she vowed to never do it again. Glimmer thinks they are crazy she is not letting anyone but her stylist at her salon touch her hair.)

They usually fly business class or extended economy because of how tall Adora is and frankly how spoiled Glimmer is so they are pretty early in the boarding process. They don’t really care what the configuration is, because all three want the window seat. BFS has a rotating schedule for who gets it, so they can make any combo work since leg room isn’t an issue.

Adora is actually super relaxed once they are boarded because she no longer has any control over the situation. She always passes out instantly once in the air and is grateful to her friends for waking her up for her favorite part of flying, the free snacks and airline coffee. She loves airline coffee, and hotel coffee (the kind you make in your room). It isn’t usually great coffee but it tastes like traveling and vacations and she loves it. Once consumed she passes back out.

Side note: Adora used to fly a lot as a kid to visit family back in Russia so she is very used to long flight and finds airplane sounds soothing. In fact, she has a noise maker app specifically to mimic the sounds of air travel and likes to sleep in pretty cold conditions too. Her dad always complained about the cold on the plane, and her mom (although also a little chilled because she grew up in Texas) will claim she is perfectly comfortable. Maybe it’s the Russian genes, Randor. Maybe we are strong and awesome and you are sad and not? Adora still takes a bit too much pride in being part of the Shorts All Year ‘Round Gang.

Bow is the most nervous of them when flying, but he’s still pretty average for it. He’s not a fan of landings and turbulence can make him go silent as he begins to nervously eat away his anxiety. His ears are sensitive to pressure changes so he chews a lot of gum on take off and landing, and has the special flight ear plugs to help out. He likes looking through sky mall to get ideas for better inventions or ideas to look into (he is more sleek apple tech kinda dude, they have a lot of smart technology around the house) and talking with Glimmer. Which is necessary because Adora’s sleepy sounds are just so cute and soothing that he will fall asleep otherwise. Bow always orders a glass of water while flying because of dehydration concerns and shares his snacks with Adora. He gets chilled easily and usually wraps himself up in his travel blanket and neck pillow for comfort.

Glimmer is B.O.R.E.D. by flying after traveling so much with her mom and dad. She prefers to spend the trip watching a movie or show in flight with headphones, but Bow usually wants to talk so she does that instead. She has a specific air travel outfit she wears for maximum comfiness, but doesn’t need anything specific. She will always get a mini when flying to put in her coffee or soda, yes Bow she knows it’s not good because of dehydration and pressurization or whatever but by god she wants it and she will have it no matter the time of day or night! Glimmer’s favorite part about flying is snuggling her friends, which only wins over kicking Adora awake for snacks by a hair. She doesn’t really like all the noises and sounds, she finds it difficult to concentrate on what Bow is saying over it, but Bow often brings something for her to fidget with which can help a little bit.

When they get off the plane if they are hungry they’ll stop for food, otherwise Adora will dart into a store to buy a snack because she is always hungry. Once off the plane the BFS just wants OUT of the terminal. They’ll collect their bags and get the hell outta dodge.

84 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

Entrapta is the kind of character where she asks you if she can dismantle your central heating system and also your car, and obviously you don't want her to do that, but her eyes are really wide and somehow they are sparkling. you can hear the sparkle. everyone around her either has heart eyes, is cheering her on, or is completely exasperated. you let her get on with it because you dont want to mess with a force of nature. she makes the giddiest loudest happy noise. your energy bill is $3000 for that month and you haven't been able to get the fuel to power your car's new jet engine. you still think you made the right decision

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I feel like when Entrapta leaves you either suddenly have no gas/electric bills and actually have a prototype of some hard to find obscure super tech and now you know you can't move to any other place because, I mean, c'mon. OR it's so much more efficient, just ignore the sound and smell you will get used to it, and you can laugh at everyone else's wimpy heating until your bill arrives and you do a little cry before laughing again.

But yeah, good luck with the fuel for the car. You could probably get some from Entrapta if you just ask, but be careful with all the new buttons and switches because the mad scientist is the only one who knows what they do but she may have forgotten by now.

101 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Bow: What’s worse than heartbreak? Adora: Realizing that a dragon can’t blow out its own birthday candles. Bow, tearing up: ...Dude...

156 notes - Posted April 3, 2022

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ZELLIE HI!! (i think you said we can call you that? let me know if we can’t but i find it SO cute🥹)

apologies for the silence i was working the night shift but <\3 THAT SOUNDS SO COOL??? i would love to be inside your mind for even one second tbh. you seem so creative? i’m absolutely obsessed. AND ALL YOUR WIPS? i’m just working my way through them as i’ve been so busy but i’m so excited you’re writing for seb😭 he’s my favourite driver and i am already obsessed with both the pieces for him!!!

and omg may i ask where you’re from? (only if you’re comfortable saying ofc!) i find languages so cool. i always wanted to learn more but i was never very good :’) what language do you think in ?? or does it depend???

such a silly question i’m so sorry i just find this stuff so interesting haha!!

i ammmm!! i’m nearly done with the first half of my degree now, so things are getting serious, but we’re nearly there. assuming from study break that you took an international relations degree??? or did i make that up??? that sounds cool what is that about hehe

big love!!🐱

KITTY HIII!! i hope your night shift went okay and wasn’t too tiring🥹 big love for night shift people after being in hospital, my fav nurse was the one i had at night hehe

and OFC YOU CAN! i loveee the name zellie, that and gigi and my two faves :’) lots of my family call me zellie so it has a special place in my heart <3

SEB IS YOUR FAVORITE??? SO TRUE EEEE you have good taste kitty <3 i hope they live up to standards omg, i’m very excited for white wedding tbh but everyone seems to LOVE not funny (didn’t laugh) as they should!

and ofc!! so i was born and raised in baie-saint-paul which is like on the east side of québéc. i studied in the uk though as my dad is from manchester so i wanted to be close to him as up until he passed we were quite close. and now i live in france so :’) to answer your question i think mainly in french!! my first language is québécois so, that combined with living in nice, it makes sense hehe. although it gets a bit muddled when my job is translating for a living, so i’m constantly going back and forth between like five languages. i forget my grammar all the time because of it omg

YOUVE GOT THIS!!! you’re absolutely smashing it kitty, and i know you’ll do so well🥹 degrees are hard but i’m so proud of you!! and YES! international relations was my degree but my god it was exhausting. basically it just looks at the relationships between different states and how they cross in everything from politics to business to arts. it was fun but stressful, however has helped me get a super good job so i’m grateful eee

#… [gigi and : 🐱]

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snowflakeanimelover · 2 years

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Light And Dark(FNAF Security Breach) Part 8

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

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If you have any questions about this story, please comment on this post here. I am working on a Q&A post.

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“Welcome back!” Fred greets me when I walk into the Daycare center.

“Hey, Fred.” A full day of sleeping after that night has passed. It was now back to my regular job, and I missed it. Seeing the animatronics in the day was a lot better than seeing them in the night.

Scott didn’t bring up Night Guard duty again since the last time he introduced the position. In fact, I was glad he didn’t. I kept going back and forth with how good the job opportunity was, and how bad the idea would be. If Scott asked me again, I probably wouldn’t have an answer.

Speaking to someone about it was the best idea. But with who? No one knows about the incident with Moondrop.

“Right, well, the kids made a mess over there, and Sunny is all over it.” Fred sighs. “The cleaning crew, I guess, didn’t bother to clean it up.”

I nod to my colleague. “Sure thing. I’ll take care of it.”

Walking across the play area, I notice a frantic Sunnydrop bouncing around as he looked at the mess. And a big mess it was. The shelf that had many toys on it had toppled over. The toys were everywhere.

“Clean up...! Clean up!” Sunnydrop says.

I get on my knees the best I could from wearing a pencil skirt. My hand finds its way to a toy train nearby my form, and I study its features. It was broken.

“Man. We’d have to replace all of the broken ones.” I say as I notice a few more toys broken.

“(Y/N)!” Sunnydrop seemed surprised at my appearance. “What should we do?!”

I giggle at his panic to clean things up. “Calm down, Sunny. We’ll get this cleaned up. In the meantime, could you put that shelf back up?” Why call strong workers when you have an animatronic to take care of it?

Sunnydrop has seemed to calm down, picking up the shelf effortlessly in a blink of an eye. Fred has brought a cart from the desk so we could put the broken toys in. I watch as Fred walks back to the desk to make a few calls beforeI turn to get back to work.

I toss a broken toy into the cart, looking at the pile of toys to find the other broken ones. “Hey, Sunny?”

“Yes?” He replies.

“Could I... ask you a few questions?”

“Of course, you can!”

“Do you know... an animatronic named Moondrop?” I was told from many coworkers, when I first started working here, that there was an animatronic named Moondrop. And you can see him in the posters all around the building. There was only one time that I saw him, besides the incident that night, when the power went out.

But never had I asked Sunnydrop himself about this character. And, really, I wish I hadn’t. Sunnydrop stood there, frozen in the spot. He didn’t say a word or make a sound. It almost terrified me to the point of running away.

I flinch when Sunnydrop suddenly jumps. “What?! Silly, (Y/N)! There’s only me!”

Now, that freaked me out.

He’s supposed to know about his partner. Sunnydrop and Moondrop are one.

He’s lying to me.

How is that possible?

Laughing nervously, I apologize to Sunnydrop and finish cleaning the area. When finished, I go back to my spot next to Fred. The long awaited day has started.

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Lunch break was like a breath of fresh air. I felt suffocated in the Daycare center, knowing that Melly’s words were actually true.

Realizing that he’s being controlled and doesn’t want to be. Meaning that he’s gaining control of himself. Gaining a personality. Feelings.

After my lunch, I use the rest of the time to check on the other coworkers. My luck has seemed to run out when I meet Vanessa.

“Good news! You’re my new night guard partner.”

She looked more thrilled for the job than I was.

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frankiekatt · 3 years

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Wowy hii, saw that you're writing for slasher, so here I am!

Can I plz have some hcs about any slashers with s/o, but their s/o is a literal gremlin, like they're not serious at all, always joking and annoying people around, but sometimes might be quite soft and quiet.

Thank you and have a nice day! ❤️

This was fun to write lmao

Warnings: Sexual harassment, NSFW, murder, blood, canabilism

Characters: Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Billy Lenz, Stu Macher, Michal Myers

Slashers With An S/O That Never Takes Anything Seriously:

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas is a little overwhelmed by your personality at first.

He’s a quiet and reserved man who’s never had any kind of friends, so goofiness and jokes can make him feel uneasy at first.

But!! He gets used to everything very quickly!!!

Thomas loves everything about you and he finds you to be incredibly charming.

He can get a little anxious when he sees you annoying Hoyt because he doesn’t want his uncle to do anything bad to you in irritation/retaliation.

Your jokes are always a stress reliever for him, since he spends most of his days in a dark basement, surrounded by blood and gore. Your humor just shines a little bit of light on his day, and he loves you for that!

While Luda Mae and Hoyt might not like the fact that you never take anything seriously, Thomas finds it relieving. At the beginning of your relationship, Thomas was terrified of losing you because he thought you would be terrified of all screams, murder, and cannabilism, but he was pleasantly surprised to see that you didn’t pay much mind to it.

Thomas’ family mostly saw you as a clown, but Thomas could only ever look at you as the brightest ray of sunshine that has ever graced his life.

After all, he was the only one that saw your softer side.

Your soft and quiet side mostly shone through during the evening. Something about the sunset and cicada chirping calmed your heart.

You would often take Thomas by the hand and lead him outside to sit on the front porch with you, so the two of you could cuddle and watch the sunset together.

Thomas was always so used to your voice, because you loved to talk about anything and everything, so your temporary quiet nature was new, yet comforting.

During these moments, there didn’t need to be any talking between the two of you. You deep emotional bond allowed you both to communicate through actions.

You would lay your head on Thomas shoulder, stroking his chest, and Thomas would wrap his big arms around your smaller frame, resting his masked cheek against the top of your head.

This was Thomas’ way of saying, “I love you, you’re the best thing in my life,” and your way of saying “I could never live without you.”

Bo Sinclair:

You’re gonna annoy the fuck out of this boy

Sometimes you both wonder how the two of you even got together, but the nights you and Bo spent pleasuring each other, going round after round, reminded you both how. (Your both just sexy okay its that simple)

Bo was a serious guy, so he was a little miffed that he was always the one having to take the lead in everything since you just couldn’t stop making a joke out of everything.

Sometimes you would actually make him really irritated due to your tendency to irk people endlessly, so he would have to step away to cool off and blow off some steam.

Sometimes he would yell at you in anger, which always made him feel like shit after, so he tended to stalk off to his shop to calm down before speaking to you.

You would have to go see him a couple hours later to wrap your arms around him from behind and shyly apologize to him.

He favored these moments the most.

Your voice quieter than usual, focusing on just him, touching him gently.

He would always accept your apologies, of course, and would let you know by kissing your lips softly.

Bo liked to take advantage of your softer side by lifting you up by your waist and setting you on the hood of whatever car he had been working on and kissing down your neck.

As revenge, Bo liked to draw out his teasing as long as possible. Kissing down your neck, chest, stomach, massaging your pussy through your skirt, palming your breast roughly.

It gets to a point where you just have to tell him, “Bo, I need you to fuck me.”

And he would oblige.

He would take you right then and there, on the hood of the car.

The metal beneath you was always shockingly cold, making you shiver against Bo’s chest.

“You cold, Darlin,” Bo would ask teasingly as he pulled your panties off. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you right up.”

He would spend hours licking your pretty pink pussy if he could. He licks and sucks and kisses your most intimate part until you're shaking and crying above him, begging him to fuck you sensless.

After he’s satisfied with your helplessness, he’ll lean back up and ram himself inside of you. There have been many nights where he has taken you gently and slowly in his garage, holding your hand with every thrust, kissing your sweet lips to quiet your whimpers, but tonight was different. There was a primal need shared between you two. Bo wanted to let his frustrations on through loving you, and you wanted to be taken hard and fast.

When the two of you are done, you lounge around inside the car to catch your breath, holding hands. Everything seems so perfect.

Until-

“Hey, Bo? What did the toaster say to the slice of bread?”

“.....”

“I want you inside me! Eh ha ha..”

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Lester Sinclair:

!!!!!

You like constantly joking and never taking things seriously? He does too!!

Lester would find you absolutely hilarious. Every joke you cracked would have him doubling over in laughter. Which would make you double over in laughter. Which would make Lester laugh harder, because now you both have the giggles and both of your laughs are just too infectious.

Everytime the two of you would go to Ambrose to visit his brothers, you guys would annoy the hell out of Bo and Vincent. Bo just wants to be left alone to work in his shop but instead he’s stuck listening to you tell a 40 minutes story about how you burnt dinner last night.

And Vincent just wants to be left alone to paint and sculpt but instead he’s here listening to Lester crack jokes that are a.) not funny and b.) don’t make any sense. -_-

Your and Lester’s trailer is always filled with so much love and laughter and the two of you could not be any happier.

You both have your own soft and quiet moments that hit at random times.

Sometimes it happens when the two of you are play fighting in the living room, howling with laughter. You both fall to the floor, wrestling and giggling until the both of you run out of breath and just gaze at each other as you lay on the carpet.

“You look so cute,” he giggles.

“No, YOU look so cute!”

“W-well!!! I love you!!”

“Uhm...well...I love you MORE.”

And it just turns into an argument about who adores the other more.

Billy Lenz (1974):

The perfect couple.

Literally.

The two of you are always joking around, cackling and goofing about every little thing.

Billy has finally found his soulmate and he could not be happier.

He two of you prank the sorority girls together, making sex sounds in unison to sound even more vulgar.

Everytime you crack a joke, you get worried Billy is joking because of how hard he’s laughing.

“Umm Billy you okay? It wasn’t even that funny.”

“HA haha...piggy makes me laugh...Billy loves your jokes.”

Needless to say, your relationship is filled with smiles, laughter, and praise.

Billy will tell you you’re the funniest person he’s ever met and he wants to keep you forever.

You tell Billy you love how much he laughs at your antics and that you can’t live without him.

It’s impossible to annoy Billy. It’s just not feasible.

Any time you try, he’ll just giggle and pat your head, telling you you’re his ‘favorite piggy ever.’

He LOVES when you annoy the sorority girls thoug!

Hearing you moan and squeal and speak so sexily vulgarly to Barb and Jess makes Billy so proud. And horny.

Almost all of your sexual encounters are filled with complete silliness.

Sometimes, however, the joking and cackling subside. The two of you will just be chilling, nothing else to do, and you just feel the need to profess your love for your boyfriend.

“I love you so much Billy.”

Billy will look startled at your sudden outburst, before he breaks out in a huge grin, launching across the room to tackle you into a hug.

“Billy loves you too! Billy loves you more than anything!!!”

Now the rest of your day will be spent in Billy’s arms, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

Stu Macher:

Match made in Heaven!

Stu loves to joke around.

He hardly ever takes anything seriously.

He annoys everyone.

And once he meets you? It's love at first sight.

The two of you are always in detention because you guys just cannot shut up in class. You are always disrupting something.

But you know what that means!

Detention dates <3

As long as the two of you together, Stu couldn't care less about where he was.

He and Billy appreciate your habit of not taking anything seriously because once the murders start occuring, you don't think too much about it, never asking questions or arousing suspicion around your boyfriend and his bestie.

When Billy had told Stu his plan to kill Sydney, and asked him if he was going to kill you as well, Stu’s heart sank.

He remembers when he was dating Tatum, just a few months ago, before he broke up with her for you, he had no qualms about killing her,

But you?

He loved you. You were his other half. The one person who understood him, who accepted him. He could never hurt you.

“Nah dude. I’m leaving her out of this.”

That night, he sneaks through your bedroom window to see you.

“Stu! (where the hell have you been loca) What’re you doing here?”

The sparkling smile you flash at him and the love swimming in your big, beautiful eyes makes him feel even guitler.

He feels bad that you’re dating a serial killer. He thinks you deserve better, but he would never let you go.

“Hey babe! I just missed you!”

You rushed over to him, dressed in kitty cat pajamas, and hugged him tight. He had only snuck through your bedroom window a couple of times before, and they had all been planned. Seeing him in your room as a surprise made your heart burst with happiness.

Stu led you to your bed and pulled you up onto his chest to cuddle you. It was late, and the both of you were tired. Stu just wanted to lay with you in silence, appreciating your presence.

You didn’t feel like releasing your usual high energy at the moment. Right now, you just wanted to fall asleep on your boyfriend’s chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

Michael Myers:

Girl

Michael does not appreciate your antics.

Annoying him is easy, but you would never know that.

He keeps his emotions very private, so when he is annoyed he’ll just stalk away from you.

He does not think you’re funny :(

He does enjoy your quiet moments. He likes to come home when your energy is low.

He’s usually covered in blood when this happens, so you clean him up without cracking a joke which he appreciates.

You’ll turn on a movie for the both of you, and Michael lets you cuddle up with him.

He does like you, he just doesn’t want you to know that...

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kellanswritingblog · 3 years

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Week 3 of @archivalpride: Home

Featuring some wtgfs at home decorating for pride month

“There you go, Admiral, your catbeds are now sufficiently decorated for pride month.”

Melanie chuckled to herself. “He’s a cat, Georgie. I don’t think he really cares if he has rainbows all over his stuff or not.”

“Let him celebrate with us!” Georgie exclaimed.

“Aren’t cats colorblind? Can he even tell what a rainbow is?”

“I think they can see some color?” Georgie pondered, then, with a smile audible on her lips, she added, “You’re blind blind, and you’re still dressed up.”

“Alright, that’s fair,” she laughed. It wasn’t as if she could argue the point while wearing one of Georgie’s limited-edition pride What the Ghost t-shirts.

Before either could say anything more, the doorbell rang, and Georgie opened it to receive a package. She sighed as she saw it.

“What is it?”

“It’s from PawJ’s,” Georgie answered. “They’re sponsoring the podcast again, so they’ve sent me another set of kitty pajamas.”

“Oh, baby, no. The scratches from the last attempt are finally starting to heal.”

“I suppose maybe I can just not put them on the Admiral… though they do specify that they want pictures of me and him in our pajamas on my social media…”

“Is it really worth their sponsorship?” Melanie asked, grimacing.

Georgie didn’t reply, and instead ripped open the bag to pull out the latest creation in cat clothing. Then, she gasped again.

“That bad, huh?”

“No!” She exclaimed. “They’re pride pjs! They came in pan colors!”

“Okay, that’s actually pretty cool,” Melanie replied with a smile. “Usually it’s just rainbows all over the place. Which isn’t a bad thing, but that they have pjs for different orientations? That’s not bad. Are they as soft as the others?”

Georgie placed some of the fabric in Melanie’s outstretched hand. “They sure are.”

“Mm, fuzzy. I know the Admiral doesn’t like his pajamas, but they’re great for people. They’re soft and warm.”

“A glowing recommendation,” Georgie joked, then she stopped suddenly. “Wait! I forgot something!”

“What is it? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, just give me a sec.”

Georgie’s footsteps thudded out of the room, and then returned a few moments later.

“I know I go a little over the top with all the pride stuff,” she said. “It took me a while to figure out who I am, so I celebrate it kind of excessively now.”

“It’s fine, I just like to tease you about it.”

Georgie chuckled. “Yeah, I know. But I got this for you.”

She placed a folded piece of cloth in Melanie’s lap. It was made up of three strips of differing fabrics, each with its own particular texture.

“It’s our first pride living together,” Georgie continued. “So I wanted to get you something, something to celebrate you in this house too. But I know you can’t see it, so a regular old pride flag wouldn’t really work, which is why I had this made. It’s in the colors of the bi flag, but it’s made of different cloths, so you can feel the difference. I don’t know, it’s silly…”

Still holding onto the flag, Melanie stood and pulled Georgie into her arms.

“It’s wonderful. And really thoughtful. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I think it’s great.”

They shared a kiss while both of them were still smiling, and only broke apart when the Admiral offered his opinion on the affection by meowing loudly.

“Be good or I’ll make you wear those pajamas all the time, you little rascal.”

With a quiet mrrp, the Admiral left the pair alone. Melanie laced the flag around Georgie’s waist and pulled her in closer for another kiss.

Melanie had never worried much about the pride decorations or merch even when she could see. And now, it didn’t matter how much Georgie decorated the house, because wherever she was, so long as they were together – that was home.

#the magnus archives #tma #archival pride #Georgie Barker #Melanie King #what the girlfriends #wtgfs #pan Georgie #bi Melanie

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bakatenshii · 3 years

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Grapefruit

Oikawa Tooru x reader (haikyuu!!)

word count: 2.3k

TW: 18+, lemon, wattpad, crack

A/N: I’m so sorry. This is actually a joke, a parody, I promise, it’s written like this on purpose for the collab. Terrible (or lack entirely of) grammar, dialogue so cheesy I threw up multiple times in my mouth, too many specifications of shades of the colour pink. For @undermattsun’s whorehouse wattpad garbage fire collab. I’m so sorry.

grape·fruit

/ˈɡrāpˌfro͞ot/

In the world of fandom (check out fan fiction, fanfics, or fics), a grapefruit is a story which consists of sexual explicit themes in bizarre situations.

An orange-twinged pink, almost coral.

haikyuu series!! :3

disclaimer: haikyuu does NOT belong 2 me. Or else I would make XXXX go w/ XXXX ;)

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𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

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“hurry up y/n!!!” - i remove my skullcandies out my ears, hearing my best friend sunnie(with an ie! not y!) shout to me from down the hall.

flipping my baby pink (NOT cotton candy pink! god there’s a difference, get it right. last week ash-lee with her stupid bleach blonde hair called it cotton candy pink and I wanted to kill her) hair behind my shoulder, i skipped down the lockers.

i was in my best outfit, checkered pink and white (bubblegum pink, this time) leg warmers with my matching pink + white skirt and white denim jacket with a pink butterfly bedazzled on the back. i saw paris hilton in it on her myspace too, so you could say im pretty trendy.

not like the other girls, like brittney (with her dark hair with a blue streak with a puppy shaped purse she swears is designer.) or ash-lee with her stupid ugly blonde hair that’s deffo fake. oh i already said that

anyways

it’s just an average tuesday morning, and i’m just your not-so-average girl. my name’s (y/n) (l/n) and im (age) years old. my best friends are sunnie, rachelle, and meeky. oh, and lindt, sometimes, when she’s not too busy with trying to save the world from global warming.

i’m on my way to p.e. which UGH is my least fav class, who even came up with it? but at least there’s the hottie oikawa tooru-sama in my class (ha! eat that ash-lee + brittney) and all the girls luuuuurv him. he’s soooo hot i bet he has abs

(brianna with the ugly hair who wears green shoes with red socks said she saw him change once and she totally saw his 8pack but she’s a liar so i dont believe her)

(even tho he tooootally has one)

i was on way just skipping down the hall to go to p.e. when someone crashes into me from behind.

‘-u-GH!’ i fall.

‘hey!!!!’ i turned around to yell at who’s bumping into me-

it was oikawa tooru-sama!! the most popular boy in school!!! i felt like i was in a dream i pinched my hand but... it hurts!!! this isn’t a dream!!! the oikawa tooru-sama just crashed into me!!! with his body!!! his shoulder touched me!!!!!

he turn and looks at me and... my heart stops. i think im dying omgomgomg

‘a-are you okay (y/n)-chan?’ he asks me and holds his hand out.

i cant believe it. the oikawa tooru-sama is giving me his hand to hold?!?! is this heaven???

‘i-i-‘ i stammer. i’m so shocked i swear my face is beat red. ‘i-i’m ok.’

i was too scared to hold his hands because mine were so sweaty from seeing him this upclose. i stand up and dust my knees because i want him to think i’m tough. that’s right. oikawa tooru-sama is a professional vball player! (v for volley-ball) he’s not going to like some dumb average weak normal crybaby girl.

‘ok. see ya in class!’ he smiles and waves at me before walking down the hall, shooting me his signature smile. the one that makes flowers bloom around him and glitters around his whole body.

h-how did he know? did he just say in class??? the oikawa tooru-sama knows who i am???

i take out my phone to frantically text my bffs (sunnie, rachelle, meeky and lindt) and see the group chat had some unread new messages. i click open it.

(beep)

𝚋𝚕@𝚑𝚔𝚞𝚐𝟶𝟶: omgzzzz i juss saw tsukki-sama xDDD

𝕣𝕒𝕖𝕖𝕖𝕖𝕩𝕠𝕩𝕠: STDU XDD wut wuzz he wearin?!? hes sooooo hawt oh em geez

tsukki-sama, aka tsukishima kei-sama, is the hot blondie in the other class’s vball team. rachelle and sunnie are sooo in love with him, but i don’t blame them. he’s soooo tall, taller than oikawa tooru-sama even. (but that doesn’t matter because oikawa tooru-sama has the prettiest smile in the world and no one’s seen tsukki-sama smile like... since he came outta the womb)

i quickly type out my txt because this is more important than what the blonde vball star is wearing.

(beep)

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: guizzzzz guizzzz GUIZE!!!! GUEZZ WUT JUSS HAPPND!!

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: u’ll nv beliv it!!!!! omGZZZZZ IM LAIK DYINN XDDDDDDD TT_TT

ｓｋ８ｅｒｇ１ｒｌ: omgawd wuuuut

ｓｋ８ｅｒｇ１ｒｌ: w8 kita-sama jus sk8dd by me i fink he haz a new b04rd!!!!! be are be

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: uGGGHRRR MEEKY DIS IZ MOAR IMPOARTAN!!!!!!

before i have the chance to tell them about my fateful encounter with the oikawa tooru-sama someone snatches my phone away. i turn around, maybe it’s oikawa tooru-sama again?

UGH NO IT’S OUR STUPID BALD PRINCIPAL. now i’m in trouble.

‘no phones in the hall (y/n) (l/n)-san!’ he yells at me. his breath stinks, yuck.

he takes my phone and puts it in his pocket and i realize that he’s putting it in his pocket and taking it away.

‘b-but-‘ jimmy i protest. not my flip phone with my pink bedazzled hello kitty charm on the end!

‘no buts!!!! see you after lecture missy!!’

god, this is just like, the worst day ever.

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𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

𝑙𝑒𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑛

𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

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p.e. is the same as always: im sitting on the side, not doing sports because girls like me can’t risk breaking my perfectly painted pink (hot pink, not baby pink) nail with diamonds on it. i tell my bffs about the encounter and they all agree that it’s deffo fate.

‘i know right??’ i giggle staring down at the man of my dreams, at his chocolate brown locks, thinking back at his dreamy brown orbs staring into my dark black ones offering me his hand.

‘you should totes ask him out!’ giggles sunnie.

‘oh em gee, never!!! that’s sooo embarrassing, he’s totally gonna say no!’ i said.

‘seriously, (y/n)-chan, what do you have to lose?’ rachelle said.

‘just like, my dignity and self respect.’ i reply sassily.

at that we three burst into laughter, and the fat p.e. prof turns and tells us shhhhhhh.

i love my friends.

i tell them about our bald principal taking my pink flip phone with the hello kitty charm on it away.

‘oh no!’ rachelle exclaimed.

‘what are you going to do?’ sunnie asked.

i shrug, feeling at a loss without it.

‘it’s like, seriously dangerous without a phone.’ the blonde said.

‘what if you get like, kidnapped or something?!’ the purplenette said, clasping her hand over her mouth in a show of shock. (ps. bluette vs. blunette?)

‘kidnapped?!?’ i laugh. ‘who’s gonna kidnap me?!!’ we all burst into laughter again, causing our p.e. prof (still fat and annoying) to shhh us again.

little did i know that the brunette vball star was staring up at me, plotting.

i had no idea what was about to come.

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𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦

𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦

𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛, 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑒

𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒, 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

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when i open my eyes, my eyes are heavy, staring up at a bright light above my head. i squint my eyes because the light hurts my eyes.

‘well, well, well’ i hear a voice behind me. ‘(y/n)-himesama’s awake, i see.’

wait-

i know that voice-

that’s-

that’s the oikawa tooru-sama’s voice!

‘w-what?’ i stuttered, surprised but feeling a warm rush going down my body at the sound of his voice. ‘what’s going on?’

he chuckles. ‘can’t you tell?’

i look around and see my arms taped up behind me on a chair and my legs tied together by... something. rope maybe?

‘where am i?’ i ask, even more bewildered.

‘tsk tsk tsk, silly (y/n)-himesama. i’ve kidnapped you, my dear.’ he said. ‘we’re in my mansion right now’

my eyes pop out of their sockets. am i hearing him right?

‘no,’ he corrects himself. ‘we’re in our mansion.’

i can’t help but blush at that suggestion. our mansion?

that’s right, i must be crazy, i think to myself. this is all just a dream, i’m still in school, on the bleachers with my bffs and i fell asleep in our class.

‘this isn’t a dream, darling’ he singsongs, and i feel more warmth flood downwards. god what is wrong with me? turned on in this situation? but can you blame me? who wouldn’t get turned on when the oikawa tooru-sama is standing in front (or behind) them and calling them ‘darling’?

‘w-what- h-h-how?’ i ask him. ‘i was just at school, staring at you play vball in the gym- i mean n-not staring at you- and-‘

he chuckles darkly.

‘i know you were, (y/n)-himesama. that’s why i kidnapped you, because you’re so cute.’

i blush at his words. m-me? cute??? did the oikawa tooru just call me cute?

i suddenly remember what rachelle and sunnie said in p.e. today about being kidnapped, and shudder. god, h-her mind! they’re totally gonna tell me i told you so! when i tell them.

‘b-but, h-how?’ i bit my lip looking at him beneath my lashes, or however anastasia steele did it in too many shades of grey. (it wasn’t actually that bad, but ill never admit it. it’s sorta kinda hot. also pantone says theres only like 37 diff shades so.)

‘i saw you with your friends, and i served a ball at your head knocking you out.’ he explained. suddenly i feel a pang on my head reinforcing what he’s saying.

‘ow...’ i say quietly.

the brunette man built like a god walks into my frame of vision for the first time after waking up and i notice he’s shirtless, all 8pack exposed for me to look at.

(i guess brianna was right, but she’s still a liar that wears green shoes with red socks.)

he comes up to me and kneels in front of me until he’s kneeling in front of me. he carresses my cheek with his hand (the same one he reached out to me earlier that day, pre-kidnapping) and i sigh.

if this is a dream never wake me up. i think to myself.

‘wh-‘ before i can get the words out asking him why me?, he presses a finger to my lips, shushing me.

he looks at me with his brown chocolate orbs, and i get lost in them, counting the stars and constellations in those glowing beautiful orbs that i never thought i could look at so up close. (except in photos i secretly took)

‘i love you, (y/n) (l/n)’ he says.

i fainted.

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𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠

𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

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i wake up (for the second time that day, god what is up with today?), my eyes still heavy.

‘good morning, darling,’ i hear a voice say, and suddenly i remember everything that’s transpired so far.

(for reference: i crashed into the oikawa tooru-sama this morning, had my phone taken away, and now kidnapped by none other than the oikawa tooru-sama, now in his- no, our mansion.)

‘o-oikawa tooru-sama?’ i stutter out weakly, still groggy.

‘just tooru, my hime-sama.’ he says and i feel my body heating up again.

suddenly, i’m filled with an overwhelming emotion, and the worlds spill out before i can stop them.

‘i love you, t-tooru.’ i stutter on the foreign name, biting my lips (for good measure).

he looks at me, chocolate orbs piercing right into my super dark black pupils, and he starts to cry. i cry too, because he just looks so beautiful, even when he’s crying.

he holds me in his arm and i nuzzle my nose into his neck, smelling his deep chocolatey velvety sweet minty musky scent. he smells so good i could just stay here forever, bathing in the chocolatey velvety sweet minty musk.

‘u-um...’ i start, and he nuzzles his face into my neck some more. i can feel his wet tears on my shoulder... is he still crying??

i try again. ‘u-ummmm...’

he finally looks up at me and i peer into his deep chocolate orbs, feeling him stare intently into my dark block orbs. i wiggle my arms to show him i want him to release them, because if you remember they’re still taped up by like, tape or rope or whatever.

‘o-oh!’ he exclaims and unties them.

i don’t know what came over me but suddenly we’re kissing, our tongues are battling for dominance within our hot wet cavernous mouths, and it’s soooo hot.

he grips my legs and spreads them apart, tongues still fighting a mighty battle, and i see him take out his big massive rock hard member in his hands.

i wrap my legs around him, thankful for the pink (bubblegum pink) and white checkered skirt im wearing today for easy access, and he pushes his hot shaft into my core. i can feel his member in my wet gushy wushy pussy and it feels so good i came.

he cums too.

‘w-will you marry me?’ he looks up at me, his member still inside. i feel tears brimming in my eyes again as I nod.

‘i do.’

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𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑠

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑒’𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒

a/n: ta-dah!! the end!!! tankzz 4 readin guyzzzz lawl im thinking of making dis a series so... ;))) tell me who u wana be kidnapped by next! xD

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Only Angel

Part Two of Kiss With A Fist

On the way to Madripoor, Bucky and his acquaintance talk about names.

Word Count: 5.5K

CW: violence, talk of killing people, TFATWS ep. 3 spoilers, stitching wounds, smut, unprotected sex, sub!bucky, technically a reader x bucky but he gives her a new name.

“So, we’re headed to Madripoor?” She questions, adjusting the straps of her harness.

Bucky adverts his eyes as she unbuttons her jeans, not answering her question, but she doesn’t seem to notice. They were standing in the back of the jet, a curtain obscuring the two of them from Sam and Zemo.

“Help me really quick. I have a holster in my bag.”

He reaches into her light blue duffle back, rifling through the articles of clothing and various weapons until his finger wraps around the leather.

“Thanks, you’re a godsend.” She chuckles. “Tell me about this mission of ours. I need to know what I should wear.”

“We’re going undercover. Zemo is just… Zemo, Sam’s going as some big shot, and I’m… well-“

“The Winter Soldier?”

He silently nods.

“You scared?”

She buckles the holster around her thigh, tightening it so it slightly squeezes at the flesh.

“Not sure.” He grumbles. “I’m worried, you know, I might end up..” his words trail off.

“Relapsing?”

“You can say that.”

She pulls her jeans down past her ankle and places them into her bag.

He clears his throat and looks away, unsure if she’s okay with him looking.

“Oh, don’t be shy, Buck.” She hymns, reaching into her bag. “What do you think? Shorts or a dress?”

He looks back up, eyeing the black slip dress in one hand, and the leather shorts in the other.

“Shorts I guess. Easy mobility.”

“Smart.”

As she’s pulling the shorts up past her waist, Bucky stares out the plane window.

“Do you still go by Angel of Death?” He asks.

She looks up at him.

“I never chose to go by that name, you know? The public did.” Her hands dig into the bag, pulling out a gun and a few knives. “Angels of death are serial killers in caregiver positions and I have nobody under my care. But they gave me that name because they saw me as some vigilante, someone who took down bad people.”

“Do you like the name?”

“I don’t really care. It’s factually incorrect but names don’t matter when you have to kill the person standing in the way of a paycheck.”

“Is that how you see them? Just another person you have to kill so you can go buy a fancy handbag?” He scoffs.

“You have no idea who those people are do you? Those people are corrupt. Evil. People who have no regard for the lives of innocent people.”

“And you think you’re any better?”

His tone is less accusing, rather it’s more curious.

“Maybe not, but at the end of the day, it’s my job. And if my job means I’m killing morally corrupt people, then I really don’t care. And if I’m as bad as them, then maybe you had a right to kill me ten years ago.”

Bucky shifts on his feet.

“You know my mission wasn’t to kill you.” He confesses.

“Then why did you stab me?”

“I think for the first time, I felt scared. I was confused and I panicked.”

“Fair enough.” She takes out a dark red trench coat. One made of soft crushed velvet. Bucky runs his flesh hand over it, taking in the feeling of the soft fabric.

“I was supposed to take you away, hand you over to HYDRA. I think they wanted you to work for them.”

She snorts, humored by his words.

“So they wanted me to be a weapon, huh. Fry my brain until all my free will is gone and come up with a few words in Russian to make sure I’ll do their bidding.”

“Most likely.” He crosses his arms. “You’re good at your job. You’ve wracked up kills in the hundreds, and I thought I was the one with the high body count.”

“Do you know why I’m good at my job?” She laughs, pulling her hair into a tight bun and securing it with a gold hairpin. “Do you know why I’m one of the best female assassins in Europe?”

Bucky shrugs his shoulders.

“Every time I’m assigned a job, I’m walking into a life or death situation. I need to be prepared for any type of outcome so I won’t get caught off guard.” She pulls a black, satin, dress shirt over her shoulders. “But do you know the real reason as to why I’m the best?”

Bucky parts his lips.

“Tell me.”

“It’s because I never let my feelings get in the way.”

“But you have to feel at least something.”

“No. I don’t think I really feel anything.” She tucks the hem into the shorts. “I haven’t felt anything in a very long time.”

He doesn’t know what to say. As he observes her concealing weapons within her outfit, he thinks about the past few decades of his life. One mission after another. He thinks about the bloodshed. He thinks about Yori and his son. Did he feel anything when he put a bullet in that boy? Not at the time. But now? All he feels is guilt. Shame. But here she stands in front of him, dressed to the nines, hidden weapons strapped to her body. I haven’t felt anything in a really long time. No guilt, no shame, no emotions. The silence hangs over them like a thick, heavy fog.

His mind wanders to their first interaction. Though he can’t remember much, he often revisits it in his dreams.

Don’t you want to know my name?

The question she asked him before he plunged the knife into her abdomen.

“Ten years ago, you asked if I wanted to know your name.”

“I did.”

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

“No. I would’ve just given you a fake one.”

She sits down on the leather seat and stuffs her feet into a pair of heeled boots. Bucky takes a seat next to her.

“What name would you have given me?”

“I was reading Anna Karenina at the time so probably Kitty.”

“Do you have a name?”

“I have many names.”

“No, a real name.”

She zips up her left boot.

“I do. Well, I did.” She sighs, moving her fingers to zip up the right. “I don’t remember it anymore.”

Bucky frowns.

“Do you want to remember?”

Her head falls onto his shoulders and she nuzzles her nose into his neck.

“Not really. Sometimes I think it’s better that I’m nameless.”

Bucky doesn’t want to say he pities her, but he does. Maybe it isn’t pitying, rather sympathizing.

“Can I give you a new one?”

She smiles, relishing in the feeling of his stubble against her skin.

“Sure.”

“I’d like to call you Angel.”

A hum of content passes her lips and she presses a soft kiss on his skin.

“I’d like that too.” She whispers. “I’ll be your angel.”

They sit together for a good five minutes, syncing their breathing together, enjoying each other’s company.

“We should go back to your friends.” She mutters, grabbing the coat.

“We probably should.”

Sam gives the two of them as they walk past the curtain. Bucky sits across from him and he watches with a slightly annoyed eye as she takes the seat across from Zemo.

“How do you two know each other?” Sam queries.

“Oh. Bucky stabbed me ten years ago.” She bluntly states.

A humored smile crosses her face as Sam’s eyes widen and darts between the two.

“He stabbed you?”

“Hey, I wasn’t really myself back then.” Bucky quickly defends himself. “Plus, she tried to kill me a few hours ago.”

“In her defense,” Zemo interjects “being stabbed isn’t something you can just forgive and forget.”

“Oh, and you know everything about forgiving and forgetting.” Sam shoots back.

Sensing oncoming tension, she quickly changes the subject.

“Bucky told me you three needed a tour guide. Someone who knows the place well.”

“I’d consider myself-“

“Oh Baron,” she laughs “after everything you did in 2017, I doubt it’s easy for them to trust you.”

Zemo’s eyes widened.

“You know who I am?”

“Of course I do. I’ve been to Sokovia before.”

Sam furrowed his brows.

“What led you to Sokovia?”

“Business meetings.”

“Jesus, Bucky, who is this girl?”

“Oh, yeah, I never actually introduced myself. I’m Angel.” Bucky smiles at the use of her name, affection blooming in his chest. “I work for a small company based in Europe. We mostly sell cosmetics.”

Bucky’s impressed by her ability to spit out a convincing story with no hesitation.

Sam doesn’t seem to buy it, but he lets it go.

“Anyways, what role do you three want me to play?”

“Well,” Zemo shifts in his seat, “I was thinking you could be my date-“

“No. No” Bucky grouses, a deep frown cutting across his face. “Absolutely not.”

“Relax, James. I won’t try anything with her. I know you two are… close.”

Bucky scrambles out of his seat to wrap a hand around Zemo’s neck but he steps away at the feeling of Angel’s gentle hand on his bicep.

“Calm down, Bucky. Everything’s going to be fine.” She looks at Zemo with an amused grin. “Alright. I’ll play the part, but I have a few rules.” She points her thumb up. “One, no kissing.” Then her pointer. “No silly pet names. I don’t want to hear you calling me baby or kitten. It’s patronizing.” Finally her middle. “And three, I don’t drink. My tolerance is low.”

Zemo and Sam nod in agreement and eventually so does Bucky, but the anger in his eyes refuses to fade away.

It’s nighttime when they arrive, but the bright, neon lights illuminate the city.

Loud music seeps out from the clubs and the air smells of smoke and booze. They’re surrounded by crime, and Angel smiles at the familiarity. She can spot a few familiar faces, but she never bothers to say hi. It’s best she stays faceless, unknown, invisible.

Zemo wraps an arm around her waist and Bucky side eyes him. She can read his annoyance. His jealousy. Yet, his cold, emotionless expression doesn't change. He’s fallen into character and he’s doing a damn good job of it.

Whispers of ‘is that the Winter Soldier?’ pour around them as they enter the bar, but they all do their best to pay no attention.

“Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.” The bartender nods towards Sam.

“His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby.” Zemo interjects.

Selby.

Angel remembers that name. She’s heard it in whispers on the streets.

Angel takes a seat on Zemo’s lap, leaning her head against the fur on his coat.

“Who’s the girl?”

“Close friend of mine,” Zemo smirks.

“I’m Moria.” She extends a hand and the bartender politely shakes it.

Bucky glances down at his fingers. Of course, her name here would be fake.

“The usual?” The bartender asks.

Sam and Zemo reply with a nod.

The four of them watch as he pulls a snake out of a jar, cutting its organs out and placing them in a shot glass. He moves on to pour out a shot of vodka for Zemo.

She grins and runs a hand from the fur collar of his coat to his chest. A soft, flirtatious giggle slips past her lips. Oh, Bucky wanted to take Zemo’s shot glass and throw it at the wall but he can’t. Not when the stakes are so high.

She suppresses a giggle as she watches Sam struggle to down the shot.

“Got word from on high,” A man approaches Zemo. “You ain’t welcome here.”

“I have no business with the Power Broker. But if he insists, he can either talk to me…”

He gestures towards Bucky.

Angel surveys the bar, observing the patrons around them. Most of them are staring at the four, suspicious eyes being thrown their way.

Her concentration is broken when Zemo speaks.

“Winter Soldier” He orders in Russian.

She remembers Bucky’s words on the plane. He’s afraid of relapsing.

“Attack.”

Compassion, something she hasn’t felt for a long time, floods her body and before he can strike, she finds herself twisting the man’s fingers. Another approaches them and Bucky takes the lead, kicking the man to the ground. Men charge towards them and she fights along with him. He’s throwing kicks, punches, a sight that Angel is all too familiar with. Bucky takes hold of a man thrown his way, slamming him down onto the table, metal arm wrapped around his neck.

They freeze at the sound of weapons around them. Her eyes dart around the room, seeing the guns trained on them. Slowly, she reaches under her shirt, feeling the knives she has strapped to her body.

Sam places a hand on Bucky’s arm and Zemo quickly stops him.

“Stay in character or the entire bar turns on us.”

They all stand as the bartender turns to them.

“Selby will see you now.”

She looks at Bucky, then Sam, then Zemo who opens his arms, beckoning her towards him. She lets him place a hand on her hip as the four of them walk away.

“You should know Baron,” Selby’s voice rings through her ears. “People don’t just come into my bar and make demands.”

“Not a demand, an offer.” Zemo replies.

“Well, a lot has changed since you were last here. By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?”

“People like us always find a way, don’t we?” He chuckles. Zemo releases his hand on her.

“You’re taller than I heard, Smiling Tiger.” She purrs at Sam, who glances away. “What’s the offer? The girl?”

“No. Something better.”

He walks over to Bucky.

“Tell me what you know about the super-soldier serum and I’ll hand him over.” Fingers trace over his face, from his cheekbones down to his chin. “Along with the code words to control him. He will do whatever you want.”

A Cheshire cat smile cuts across Selby’s face.

“Now that’s the Zemo I know.” She settles into her couch. “Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant but right. The serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you want to thank… or condemn.” She shrugs. “Whatever side you’re on.”

“Is Nagel still in Madripoor?” Zemo inquires.

Selby stands.

“The breadcrumbs, you can have for free, but the bakery’s going to cost you.” She sighs. “Your arm candy, Baron, she’s extraordinary. There’s no way a little bird” Selby points her finger up and down at Angel “can fight like that without years of training. Come here, darling.” She beckons her over. Angel turns to Zemo, and then to Bucky, a worried expression on her face. Zemo falters for a second and releases his hand on her shoulder.

“Go ahead, darling.”

She stands and walks over the Selby, who looks her over with an inquisitive eye. Selby runs a manicured finger along the collar of Angel’s coat.

“I’ll tell you what,” Selby decides. “You hand both of them over to me, and I’ll tell you everything about Nagel.” She grins, pulling back the strap of Angel’s thigh holster and snapping it back onto her skin.

“Don’t touch me.” She snarls.

Selby cocks her head, an amused smirk on her face.

“I have to say, she’s quite the fiery one. I’d like to call her my little firebird. Have her sing for me.”

“A firebird and the Winter Soldier.” Zemo seethes. “Clever.”

Their attention turns to Sam when his phone rings.

Selby saunters over to him.

“Answer it.” She demands. “On speaker.”

Angel bites the inside of her cheek, waiting with bated breath as Sam speaks to Sarah. He rambles on about money laundering and having a banker killed until Sarah calls him Sam.

Her blood runs cold.

“Sam?” Selby questions, voice laced with accusation. “Who’s Sam? Kill them!”

Without hesitation, Angel pulls the gun out of her holster and unloads a bullet in the woman.

“We need to get out of here.” She yells, stuffing her gun back in place.

One of Selby’s bodyguards cocks his gun and Angel sends a throwing knife into his head, Bucky takes down the other, knocking him out with his fist.

“Jesus Christ, Angel!” Sam yells.

“We don’t have time to unpack that.” she pants, ripping the knife out of the bodyguard’s head. “The second people get word that she’s dead, we’ll have a million-dollar price tag on our heads.” She shoves the knife into a pocket on her holster and bolts to the door.

The four sprint out of the exit and onto the streets, laying low, trying not to get noticed. They walk at a brisk pace, shoulder forward, eyes straight.

The sound of rapid gunfire sends them scrambling.

“I can’t run in these heels!” Sam yells.

“Oh, tell me about it!” She replies. The shock from her boots meeting the pavement sends pain up her calves. “I’ve been running in heels for years and it still sucks.”

“That’s not humanly possible. How do you do that?” He pants.

“I got used to it.”

Angel grabs her gun and cocks it. She one bullet after another and when the wind blows back her coat, Bucky can spot another pistol tucked in the waistband of her shorts.

Motorcycles start to barrel towards them and they pick up their speed. A bounty hunter throws a dagger, slicing at the skin of her thigh. Despite the gash, she can’t feel the pain. Not with the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

They cut to a halt when they find themselves in an alleyway, surrounded.

Gunshots ring through the air saving them from impending death.

“Looks like we have a guardian angel.” Zemo notes, his run slowing down into a walk.

They look around, catching their breath.

“Well, this is too perfect.” The four turn to see a blonde walking towards them, gun pointed in Zemo’s direction. “Drop it, Zemo.”

“Sharon?” Bucky inquires. She rolls her eyes and turns to Angel.

“Nice to finally meet you, Angel of Death.”

“What? How do you know her?” Sam asks.

“I was investigating a politician’s death a few years ago. I managed to get my hands on her picture but Bucky over here caused a bit of a stir.”

She chuckles. “Nice to meet you too, Agent Carter.

“I used to be an agent, not anymore.” Sharon states.

“What are you doing here?” Bucky asks.

“I stole Steve’s shield, remember?” Her words, laced with bitterness. She points her gun at Sam “I also took your wings” then to Bucky, “so you could save his ass” finally, to Zemo “from his ass. Unlike you, I didn’t have the Avengers to back me up.”

Angel stands by, watching Bucky ask for Sharon’s help, paying no attention to the cut on her leg. Unfortunately, the adrenaline finally wears off, sending pain up her leg. Her hands press on the bleeding wound, covering her fingers with blood. She hisses in pain, causing Sharon to turn to her, brows raised.

“This isn’t over.” She spits at them and makes her way over to Angel.

“You might need some stitches for that.” She sighs, handing her a tissue. “I have a place in High Town. You’ll be safe there.”

…

Bucky takes a seat next to Angel, who is tending to her wound on Sharon’s couch, legs propped up on a glass coffee table.

“She’s stitching herself up.” Sharon smiles. “Best you don’t distract her.”

“I’ll be fine.” Angel murmurs, eyes trained on the needle piercing her skin. “Thanks for the suture kit by the way. I left mine on Zemo’s jet.”

“No problem. I got myself some first aid supplies when I was on the run. Figured they would come in handy.”

“My calves hurt. You have anything for that?” She grumbles, carefully knotting the thread.

“There’s probably some ibuprofen in there.” Sharon chuckles. “Those heels are gorgeous but damn, they look painful.”

Bucky gently wraps his fingers around her ankle and looks at her.

“May I?”

“Such a gentleman. Of course.”

She places her legs on his thighs and sighs with relief as he massages the sore muscles of her calves.

“Does it hurt?”

“My calves? Or cut on my thigh.”

“Your thigh.”

She shrugs, pulling the thread.

“Not too much. It’s nothing Advil can’t fix.”

Sharon throws them an amused look.

“So, what’s going on between the two of you?”

“James seems to have formed a little bond with her. In more ways than one.” Zemo smiles at them over a glass of whisky.

“I’ll knock that drink right out of your hands.” Angel barks.

“I have to say, it’s quite ironic. James, you swore that you’d leave your assassin roots behind, yet you’ve taken up the company of one of the most prolific hitwomen in Europe.”

“He’s got a point,” Sharon says, rifling through racks of clothing. “The irony part, I mean. When I was working the Death Angel case, both the FBI and the CIA profiled you as a psychopath. Someone unable to form proper emotional bonds with others-“

“Sociopath.” Angel interrupted with a roll of her eyes. “Not a psychopath. Psychopaths have no moral compass. But I’d say I do. Sociopaths are still able to discern right from wrong.”

Sam walks into the room, shrugging a jacket onto his shoulders.

“So why’d you become a hitwoman?”

Though he asks out of curiosity, Bucky still notes the way her eyes narrow, the way her lips twist into a frown.

“I was getting paid. Plus, they aren’t the type of people you’d like to have dinner with.”

“Let’s drop this, yeah?” Bucky grumbles. “I don’t think Angel wants to continue this conversation.”

Angel. She still hasn’t gotten used to that new name, but she likes it.

It was nothing like the names the authorities and the public had slapped on her. Killer, psychopath, evil, monster.

The hardened shell she had built around her has started to crack, but only for Bucky.

For the first time, she wonders what it would be like. To be free from the title of an assassin.

Maybe she’d live in a quiet Parisian apartment or a sun-filled home in northern Italy. Maybe she’d be alone. She’d be okay with that. Maybe she’ll be with someone else. Maybe with Bucky. She’d be more than okay with that.

She envied him, even if she shouldn’t. She didn’t go through what he went through. Being taken away, stripped of any control, and then having to live in a world he knew nothing of.

However, Bucky had something she didn’t have. He had good within himself.

She’s pulled from her thoughts when Sharon hands her a small pile of clothing.

“Here, these seem to be your style. I know some higher-ups so I’ll ask about Nagel. So, while I’m at it, enjoy the party.”

“Thanks, Sharon.”

“I’ll let you get changed.” Zemo stands and walks away, offering her privacy.

Sam and Sharon nod, leaving the room, but Bucky stayed behind.

“Are you okay?” He quietly asks.

“Yeah. I’m okay.” She curtly nods.

Bucky reaches for a pad of gauze and presses it to the closed wound.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. You don’t need to worry about me.”

He holds the gauze in place while she tapes it down.

“You’re really good at that.”

“Thanks.” She huffs. “YouTube has some great tutorials on bandaging.”

The music from the party downstairs echoes through Sharon’s home, bleeding into the room.

“Alright.” Angel stands and grabs the clothing that Sharon gave her. “I’ll change and we can head downstairs.”

She walks into the bathroom and shuts the door.

Bucky cleans up the used suture supplies and throws them in the small trash can in the corner while waiting for Angel to finish.

He wonders what would have happened if he had successfully completed his Berlin mission in 2013. What would have become of her? Everything she does, she does it with a flair. From the way she dresses, to how she acts, even in the way she kills. She was spirited, creative, and clever. He can’t bear the thought of anyone, not just HYDRA, taking that away from her.

“Hey, Buck?” She walks out of the bathroom, holding her hands across her chest. “Can you help button me up?”

His mouth goes dry when he sees her. She’s ethereal, not of this world. The forest green satin of her dress compliments her gold jewelry, illuminated by the soft lights of Sharon’s home.

“Um,” he swallows. “Sure.”

She walks over to him and turns around so he can hook the buttons through the loops.

“Pretty isn’t it. Sharon has great taste.”

“Yeah.” He breathes.

“Do you like it?”

“I guess so.”

She turns to face him with a mischievous grin.

“What do you mean ‘you guess so’?”

“I was born in 1917, I know nothing about modern fashion. You look beautiful, though.”

Bucky sits back down and she crawls into his lap. “You’re so sweet to me. Maybe too sweet.” She giggles.

“Oh, by the way.” Her hands rest on his shoulders. “I never returned the favor from this morning.”

She leans in and presses her mouth against his, kissing him with fervor.

Bucky tucks her lower lip between his teeth and bites, smiling at her little yelp. He reaches up to cup her face in his hands, rubbing his thumb over her soft skin. She deepens the kiss, letting her tongue brush against his lips.

A whine leaves his lips as she pulls back and stands.

He pouts and reaches his arms towards her, hands making a grabbing motion.

“Another kiss. Please?”

“Oh, Bucky,” She giggles, lowering herself onto her knees. “You’re too cute.”

Her hands reach for his belt, undoing the buckle. She pulls his jeans down, letting them pile around his feet. He stops her hands right as they reach for his briefs.

“Wait, I-” He stutters. “I haven’t done this in a long time.” Blushing in embarrassment.

“If you don’t want to, we can stop.” She says sweetly.

“I want to.” He lets go of her wrist and lets his hand rest in her hair. “I just forgot how it feels.”

“If you want, I can take control for a little bit.” She rests her head on his thigh. “Make you feel good.”

Bucky blinks owlishly and nods.

“Yeah. I’d like that a lot.”

That was the green light. She pulls his briefs down and Bucky kicks them aside along with the jeans. He grins as he watches her eyes widen.

“You-” She gasps. “Oh, wow, you’re big.”

“Yeah?” He chuckles, reaching down to stroke himself. “You think you can take me?”

“I can try.”

She spits on her hand and wraps it around his cock. He sucks in a sharp breath when she thumbs over the tip.

“Oh.” He gasps when she licks the underside. “Oh!”

“Feels good?” She presses a kiss on his thigh.

“Yeah, really good.”

Her lips wrap around his cock, saliva dripping past her tongue and onto his skin.

He lets his head fall back, a quiet groan slipping past his lips.

“Oh, Angel, you’re amazing.”

She flutters her lashes and looks up at him.

It’s a beautiful sight, he thinks, the way she’s all doe-eyed and blushy.

He grabs a fist full of her hair and pulls her closer, letting his cock hit the back of her throat.

She gags around him and tears prick at her eyes, yet she doesn’t pull away. She bobs her head back and forth, sending electricity through his veins.

Spit dribbles down her chin and Bucky tightens his grip on her hair. He lets his other hand cup her cheek.

“Relax for me, love.” He murmurs. He holds her head still and pushes his hips forward. She squeezes her eyes shut and grabs onto his thighs. Bucky hisses at the feeling of her nails digging into his skin but the pain is overshadowed by pleasure. Her mouth is so wet, so warm around him and he can’t get enough.

He’s only had his cock in her mouth for a few minutes but he can already feel himself getting closer.

“Wait, wait!” He gasps.

Angel pulls off, eyes wide with worry.

“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” She asks.

“No,” He caresses her face. “You were perfect. I just- I’m gonna cum soon and I want you to feel good too.”

She smiles affectionately.

“Oh, baby, you’re too good to me.”

As she moves to straddle him, Bucky takes hold of her waist and pushes her onto the couch so she’s lying underneath him.

“Don’t want you hurting yourself.” He kisses her nose. “Your wound is still healing.”

His hands push up the hem of her dress, the satin pooling around her waist, exposing the soft skin of her tummy and the scar he left her. He leans down to press a gentle kiss on the scar and he playfully nips at her skin.

“No biting, puppy.”

He whines at the name. It makes him feel all soft like he wants to give all of himself to her. His head rests on her tummy and he blinks at her with soft eyes.

“You wanted me to take control, so I’m taking control.” She coos, running a hand through his hair. “Give me a kiss, baby.”

He kisses up her body and when his lips meet hers, she takes this as an opportunity to roll themselves over.

She straddles his hips, letting her cunt rub against his cock. Her eyes close and she sighs in pleasure.

“You want to fuck me, baby?” She giggles.

“Yes.” He groans. “Oh god, yes.”

“What do you say?” she taunts, voice laced with authority.

“Please.” Bucky pants. “Can I please fuck you?”

“Mmm. Asking so nicely.” She muses. “Of course you can.”

His eyes roll back, chest heaving. His mouth drops open but she presses a hand against his mouth.

“Gotta stay quiet. Don’t want everyone hearing you do we?”

Bucky nods, biting down on his lip.

“Good boy.” She leans down and kisses his forehead. “So good.”

She lifts her hips and presses his cock against her entrance.

Bucky rests a hand on her hips but she intertwines their fingers and presses his hand onto the couch cushions.

“No touching.”

Unfair. She’s being unfair.

As she lowers herself onto him, Bucky squeezes his eyes shut, trying not to moan.

“Beautiful.” She whispers, eyes hooded and lips parted. “You’re beautiful.”

He thinks he could cum right then and there.

“Am I making you feel good?” She whispers.

Bucky nods, quiet moans on the tip of his tongue.

She gasps and tightens around him. Bucky bites down on his lip. Hard.

“M-move.” He whimpers. “Please.”

She replies by moving her hips back and forth.

“You feel so good, sweet thing.”

Bucky hums in content.

“Thank you.”

With every movement she makes, with every sound that leaves her lips, Bucky’s convinced she’s going to kill him.

“Do you know what la petite mort means, baby?” She asks him.

“Mhm.” Bucky opens his eyes. “It’s French. It means a little death.”

They’re nose to nose, both gasping into each other’s mouths. The gold necklaces she’s wearing dangles in his face and he bites down on a chain with a smile.

“It means more than that, baby. La petit mort refers to an orgasm. And from the looks of it,” She teases, “I think you’re coming close.”

Bucky groans, letting go of the chain.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Are you close, baby? Are you gonna cum?”

“Yes.” He whimpers with desperation. “Can I cum? Can I cum for you?”

“Tell me I’m your angel.” She whispers into his ear.

“You’re my angel. Can I please cum?” He begs.

“No, not yet.” She laves her tongue over the shell of his ear. “Tell me I’m your only angel.”

“You’re my angel. My only angel.”

She squeezes around him and quickens her movements. Her hands press down on his chest as she lifts her hips and sinks back down onto him.

She’s an angel. His angel. In this moment, he’d do anything for her. Anything for his angel.

“I’m gonna- fuck.” He groans.

“Gonna cum?” She asks, voice silvery and low. “Gonna cum for me baby?”

All he can do is nod.

“Alright.”

She lifts herself off of him and before he can protest, she’s got her lips wrapped around him. He bucks his hips forward and empties himself into her mouth.

He watches in awe, chest heaving post-orgasm, as she swallows him down and pulls off of him. With a quick swipe of her hand across she smiles.

She crawls up his body and places a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“So good. You were so good for me.”

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #tfatws #fanfic

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How would the main 3 react to making their crush laugh so hard they're crying and then they snort-

making their crush cry with laughter

[a/n: thank you for the request anon!! I’m guessing you mean the the main 3 for bnha 🥰 this is so adorable, apologies if it’s a little short hehe enjoy -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

izuku midoriya

✰ you caught this poor boy off guard

✰ i think midoriya is the type that’s funny without really meaning to be? Like he’ll turn red and stutter when he’s embarrassed and it makes you laugh a bit?

✰ he doesn’t really mind that you’re kinda laughing at him

✰ he just thinks you have an adorable laugh

✰ plus he knows there’s no ill intent behind it

✰ so when he makes you laugh so hard that you start tearing up and getting red in the face

✰ he’s very very proud of himself

✰ but when you snort?

✰ he starts to giggle a bit because he thinks that your little snort is so very cute and endearing

✰ it’s also a little funny to him that you get embarrassed about it

✰ 10/10 will always try his hardest to get you to laugh that hard

✰ just so he can hear you snort

“There’s no way!”

“I swear I can.” He noddded eagerly, turning away from you. You waited curiously, until he turned back around. Your eyes widened.

His face was contorted in ways that you didn’t think was possible for him. The sharp and deep contours casting half of his face in shadows.

“Not to worry! I am here!” His voice was a few octaves lower. He was impersonating All Might, very well.

“Oh my god!” He watched as your draw dropped and your laugh filled his ears. Keeping up his imitation, he continued to mumble silly things that the pro hero would never say.

“Young Midoriya! I am-“ You eyes got impossibly bigger as the pro hero entered the dorms, pausing as he watched the absolute ridiculousness happening in front of him.

“A-All Might?!” Midoriya’s face went back to normal, blushing and absolutely terrified that his idol caught him mid imitation. The tears left your eyes, hand slapping over your mouth as a short escaped your nose. You were in hysterics. It took everything in Midoriya to not grab your face and plant a big smooch on your lips. All Might could see how his protege looked at you as if you had hung the stars in the sky. With a small smile, he shook his head and made his way over to Aizawa’s living quarters.

bakugo katsuki

✷ you laugh at him all the time

✷ well...let me rephrase

✷ you laugh at the things he SAYS all the time

✷ being apart of the bakusquad was such a delight

✷ there was never a dull moment, especially when Bakugo was yelling at Denki

✷ his insults and comparisons were always hilarious to hear to see what would come out of his mouth next

✷ he stares at you for a bit

✷ he’s kinda confused, he’s never heard you laugh so hard

✷ “the hell are you laughing at?!”

✷ the blush on his cheeks made him all the less intimidating

✷ you couldn’t even answer him, a snort leaving your throat instead of words

✷ the sound surprising the both of you, embarrassment filling your body as your boisterous laughter continued to ring in his ears

You had been chilling with Mina in the common room, minding your own business when Denki comes running in and screaming about god knows what. The sound of Bakugo’s shouts not that far behind him.

“What is it now?” You asked boredly, scrolling through tik tok when a phone thumped into your lap and Denki his behind the couch. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you pressed play on the video. It was of Bakugo baby talking a stray cat. He had a soft smile on his face as he scratched the feline behind the ears. Denki and Kirishima’s quiet snickering could be heard in the video before Bakugo turns around. All calmness from his face contorting into anger.

“Oi! IDIOTS!” the blush on his cheeks made it all the more funny. Bakugo stomped into the common room, stopping when he heard your laughter.

“Bakugo, you’re such a softie!” Your laughs made his blush deepen as the others teased him.

“The hell are you laughing at?!” He growled, his voice cracking in the slightest. A snort left your throat, followed by babbling of incoherent words as you continued to laugh. Tears leaking out of your eyes, cheeks a deep red. He tried really hard to be upset but if he got to hear your laughter at the expense of being teased by his friends, he’d do it 100 times over.

He was whipped for you.

todoroki shoto

❆ todoroki is another one who’s funny without meaning to be

❆ remember the hand crusher thing?

❆ he always enjoys hearing you laugh though

❆ he likes the way his heart beats faster and his body fills with warmth

❆ he also likes the way your nose crinkles up

❆ he’s quite used to you laughing at things he says

❆ always having you explain to him why it was funny

❆ so when he makes an off hand joke about his dad

❆ your eyes widened before you basically explode with laughter

❆ so much so that you were gasping for air

❆ causing you to snort laugh

❆ he’s never heard it before but I he thinks it’s adorable

❆ your head was thrown back as you continue to laugh, blush on your cheeks, wide smile splitting your lips

❆ he felt the butterflies in his tummy come alive

❆ he decided that he liked making you laugh like that

He stared, forehead creased in confusion.

“What-?” He couldn’t really think of anyone to say. His cheeks flushing pink when it meowed, pawing the air.

“Isn’t he cute? He reminded me of you.” You were holding up a kitten that you had found stranded in the middle of the street. It had peered up at you with wide blue and grey eyes, paired with the pure white fur. It instantly reminded you of him.

Throughout the day, he saw you give the kitty constant love and affection. He had found himself a little jealous. Even if you weren’t his s/o, he felt very strongly about sharing your attention. Especially with such an adorable creature. Once you had gotten up and gone to the restroom, he took his chance. Picking up the kitten and putting it in his lap, gently scratching its ears and watching in awe as it nuzzled into his palm.

“I have no choice but to think of you as my enemy.” He sighed, the kitten only tilting its head in confusion. “You see, I can’t compete with you. You have something that I don’t. Once I figure it out, I will definitely be the winner in this feud.”

You stood there eyes widening after having listened to everything he had said. You snorted, failing to keep your laughter at bay. He looked up at you and watched as you clutched your chest. Tears coming out of your eyes.

“Oh Sho, there’s no need to compete.” He tilted his head at your words, staring up at you as you approached. Your heart beat as you looked into his wide eyes. “You’ve already won my heart.”

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱(open) : @ohbois-biggay-bnha @yuiji-yuiji

#midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #anon ask #anon request

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