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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months ago

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Can't Have One Without the Other 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, marital troubles, body insecurity, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Summary: your marriage is on the rocks.

Note: I asked about husbands and all your hoes said Bucky (with a few Sy’s in the middle). I wasn’t intending on a whole series but I thnk it would be fun to have husband!Bucky turn a bit desperate.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

After you clean up the mess, you stay in your office. Bucky is stubborn. He's not going to run away. No, you hear him searching the house for what doesn't exist.

You finish the panels. You don't feel accomplished. You shut off your tablet but linger at your desk. You find some courage and get up.

You go into the kitchen quietly and do your best not to make noise. It doesn't matter, you know he can hear you. You take out the steak and rub some spice into it. It's easier than the marinade.

You set to quartering potatoes for a max, the starch sticking to your skin. You rinse off and check the green beans. They'll do.

"Is that your apology?" Bucky asks.

You dump the potatoes from the cutting board to the boiling water. You set the board down and face him. You frown.

"You really believe it?" You murmur.

"I don't know what to believe," he tilts his head, leaning on the door frame, a hand on his hip.

Your cheek twitches and you touch it, stilling the nervous tic. You repeal your hand and hide it behind you.

"I didn't. I know you know I'm telling the truth. You can hear it."

He narrows his eyes, "maybe you didn't follow through, but you know, going out, flirting, it's all the same--"

"I wasn't flirting," you insist. "I'm not that type. Bucky," you set your feet. "Shouldn't I be mad you ignored my calls?"

"While I'm out there fighting off the bad guys? I can't always get to the phone," he struts across the kitchen.

"You could text me between all that," you insist.

"Got a lot on my mind when I'm out there. Now I'm gonna be worried about you and the bike jockey--"

"Really?" You grimace.

"I married you for a reason, didn't I? Why wouldn't another guy try it? Seeing you without your ring on..."

"I told you, I forgot."

"Yeah, forgot about me," he accuses.

You shake your head. You show your palms in exasperation and turn away. There's nothing you can say, nothing but what he wants to hear.

"I'm sorry about the rings. I really am. It wasn't on purpose but I'm sorry. And I'm sorry I didn't kiss you, I'm sorry I'm out of it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm... sorry I'm not good enough," You drop your arms and shrug. "I'm sorry I'm not patient or strong."

You turn your back to him and grab a wooden spoon to stir the potatoes. He sighs. It blows over you like a winter draft.

"I never said any of that--"

"You accused me of cheating," you tense. "You thought all of it."

"Christ, I'm trying to talk to you."

"Then say it, Bucky. Say what you want from me because I can't read your mind," you put the spoon down and grab the waiting skillet. "I haven't talked to you in over a month and I'm supposed to just act like nothing. I'm supposed to be okay." You slam the pan down, "I'm not okay."

"Baby--"

"Don't baby, me," you warn as you move down the counter to toss the beans in seasoning.

He nears and you go rigid. You ignore him as he gets close. He stretches his arm past you and grips the counter. He pushes himself against your back.

He nuzzles the back of your head, "I missed you. I really did. Can you blame me for getting... jealous? I got the greatest gal in the world waiting for me and I come back to see her with another guy--"

"I wasn't with him," you drone.

"Please, I'm sorry," he coaxes as his breath puffs over your scalp.

You inhale and stare at the wall, "for what?"

"For... for hurting you."

"How?" You rasp. "Tell me how you hurt me."

"Why are you doing this? I'm apologising," he clucks.

You frown, "alright, Bucky. I gotta finish up here."

He's quiet. He drags his hands off the counter and grips your hips. You wince and stop him, wavering on your feet.

"It's just nice to touch you," he growls.

"Bucky," you cringe as he kneads the extra flesh.

"You feel so good," he pushes against your ass.

"I can't. The potatoes," you shove his wrists.

"Let them burn," he slithers.

There's something there. That flicker inside. The one that wants him. It's dulled by the thought of him seeing you. The reality of what you've become. The idea of him seeing all of you makes you sick.

"That's..." you touch his hand. "Let me," you face him and force a smile. "Alright?"

"Baby, I wanna--"

"Shhh," you press a finger to his lips. His eyes flash. How can he look at you like that? Like you're not repulsive.

Because it's been a month. Because he's desperate. It's not you he wants, he just needs relief.

You slip your hand to his chest, your other along his pants. You taste pile as you unzip him. He shivers. You push your hand down his boxers and grip him. He squeezes your hip and grabs your head. He pulls you closer and presses his lips to your forehead.

He puffs as you stroke him. You stare at the top of his chest.

It doesn't take long. He quakes and grunts, and spills inside his pants. It spears onto your fingers and palm.

You pull your hand free as he cups your chin. He brings your head up and kisses you on the lips. You move your mouth with his, mimicking him, and he hums.

He parts and smiles. He pets your cheek and clears his throat as he backs away. You quickly turn away, your hand growing sticky.

"So, I'll finish dinner..." you say as you wash him off.

"I'm more concerned with dessert," he chuckles.

You wonder if he can hear your disgust. Not with him, but yourself. Can he sense your apathy even? Does he care? Why should he? He always gets what he wants.

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ghostedgwen · 2 months ago

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all by design | p.parker [part one]

notes : I am back to writing for peter parker of course because before anyone else - this blog was created originally for him, my originally muse - that somehow fits well into this fic lol - reqs are open <3

warnings : college au - no superpowers, no spider-man, dorky peter parker who's an introvert, reader is a mastermind pulling strings, cute working on project stuff - photography shit I pretend I know things about

You only signed up for photography to dodge a boring science class, but somehow ended up choosing Peter Parker as your muse — soft-spoken, brilliant, and criminally overlooked. He’s awkward, you’re accidentally obvious, and a late-night project might just turn into something a little more.

I laid the groundwork and then, just like clockwork, the dominoes cascaded in a line. . .

Peter Parker always sits in the third row.

Same grey hoodie. Same battered notebook, filled with stickers - so very random. Same cheap black coffee in a reusable Stark Expo travel mug that he never seems to finish.

You notice, of course. You notice everything about him - in a maybe not-so creepy way.

It’s hard not to, when you’ve been quietly, shamelessly harboring a thing - not a crush, you insist, because that feels juvenile - for him since week three of Intro to Photography.

Not that he talks much. He’s the type to melt into the corners of the classroom, to let others raise their hands and perform their answers like auditions. But he listens, scribbles tiny notes in that notebook of his, mouth quirking when something makes him laugh - a soft, rare thing that you’ve started cataloguing like your own private gallery.

Photography, for the record, wasn’t supposed to be your thing. You picked it to duck out of another semester of mandatory econ electives - something about composition sounded better than graphs. But then Peter Parker sat three rows ahead of you, quietly fascinating, and just like that: you had a muse.

Not that he knows. Of course he doesn’t. You’ve only submitted one piece with him in frame - his silhouette against a window, mid-laugh - and titled it “Unnoticed Light.” Langley gave it an A. Said it felt honest. You couldn’t exactly say "thanks, I’m secretly in love with the boy who never finishes his coffee.”

Most people overlook him - they don’t see past the hoodie, the fading bruise on his jaw from god-knows-what, or the way he keeps his head down when he walks. But you do. You see how he flinches at loud noises, how his fingers twitch like they’re always itching to fix something.

You see the careful, considerate way he offers to carry the overhead projector without being asked. You see how he lingers by the windows for better light when photographing portraits - how the shots he turns in are always somehow achingly human.

You wonder if anyone’s ever looked at him that way. You doubt it.

You do, though. From behind your camera lens. From across the quad. From the third seat to the left, where you’ve started sitting every Tuesday morning. Two rows back. Just close enough to hear when he mutters his answers under his breath.

You’ve spoken to him exactly three times. Once during critique week (“I liked your framing”), once at the vending machines (“They’re out of pretzels, by the way”), and once when your professor handed back graded papers and he’d gotten a B. You saw the way his shoulders slumped and told him, softly, “She grades hard. That’s basically an A in Langley-speak.”

He looked at you like he hadn’t expected kindness.

You remember that look too well. It's the reason you’re about to make this project pairing very conveniently work in your favour.

But that comes later.

For now, Peter Parker’s in the third row again, fiddling with the strap of his camera bag like it’s a nervous tic, and you’re trying very hard not to smile at nothing.

You overhear Langley mention the project pairings two weeks before she announces them.

She’s in the hallway, talking to one of the TAs - something about how she “might just let them pick their own partners this time. Less hassle.”

You’re not proud of what happens next. Scratch that - you’re exactly proud of what happens next. Because it’s not cheating if you’re just. . . influencing the environment. Like the weather. Or the Wi-Fi. Or even better - fate.

It starts with small things. Like moving your seat up one row so you’re just behind Peter now - not that anyone noticed as the seats in class were never fully occupied.

Laughing just a little louder at his dry jokes when the professor asks for class discussion.

The first time it happens, you’re not even subtle. Langley makes some sarcastic comment about how half the class probably doesn’t know what ISO stands for, and Peter mutters under his breath, “In Spite Of everything, I’m still here.”

You snort before you can stop yourself.

He glances back, startled, and you catch the flicker of a smile tugging at his mouth like he hadn’t expected anyone to hear. You almost neglect to note how perfectly matching his hair and eyes were, a rich shade of brown - might be worth something later.

“You get this stuff?” you ask him after class, tapping your camera. “Because I’m faking it at an award-winning level.”

Peter shrugs, bashful - hiding his surprise at your approach. “I mean, mostly I just mess around until it looks right. Which. . . I think is technically a method?”

“That’s what I’ve been doing, too,” you grin. “We’re either geniuses or complete frauds.”

He laughs - a low, surprised sound - and runs a hand through his curls like he’s trying to hide behind them. “Honestly? I’ll take either.”

You start leaving class at the same time he does. Linger a beat longer by the vending machines. Let your shoulder brush his once in a while when you lean over to look at a picture he’s editing on his laptop.

And okay - maybe you start timing your exits so you’re walking next to him through the quad. And maybe you offer him a gummy worm from the bag in your pocket one afternoon, and he acts like you handed him a priceless family heirloom.

“Wait - are these sour?” he says reverently.

“The best kind.” you give him a toothy grin.

He grins. “Okay, you’re officially the coolest person in this class. Sorry, Langley.”

When Langley finally announces partner selection, she lets people volunteer first.

Which is when you strike.

You wait exactly four beats after Peter glances around the room, clearly hesitant to make the first move.

You raise your hand, smile easy, and say, “Can I work with Peter?”

Langley nods, scribbles your names down. Peter looks up, slightly surprised, but doesn’t question it.

“Uh - yeah, cool,” he says, blinking behind his glasses. “That works. Definitely works.”

There’s a faint flush on his cheeks. You don’t know if it’s from attention or from you - you enjoy it anyways.

You don’t ask.

You just tuck the moment away like a lucky penny, warm in your pocket, and look forward to what comes next.

“So,” you say, casual as you can manage. “I was thinking. For the project. I want to photograph you.”

Peter blinks. Stares. “Me?”

You nod. “Yeah. You’d be perfect.”

He fumbles with the zipper on his backpack like it just forgot how to function. “Uh - I mean, I thought we were supposed to do something, like, theme-based?”

You lean back on your hands, legs folded on the library carpet, and look up at him with a little grin. “Exactly. And I think you’d be perfect for the concept I’m going for. It’s about presence. Softness. The way someone’s energy fills a space. I want to capture someone who doesn’t realize they’re being seen. Someone. . . quietly magnetic.”

Peter swallows.

“Magnetic?” he echoes, a little too cutely for your poor heart.

You nod again, and oh, you’re really laying it on now, aren’t you?

“Yeah,” you say, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You have that face people want to look at. Even if they don’t realize it right away.”

Peter’s mouth opens like he wants to argue, but he just sort of… makes a noise. Halfway between a breath and a squeak.

You bite your lip to keep from laughing. It’s not mean-spirited - you’re just so fond. It’s hard not to let it show.

“And your eyes are insane,” you add, like you’re checking off a list. “They catch light like no one else’s in this class. You’ve got that kind of timeless thing going on - a little bit James Dean, a little bit boy-next-door.”

Peter is frozen. Absolutely shellshocked. Like he cannot compute being complimented this much in one sitting.

“. . .You’ve definitely thought about this,” he says eventually, voice a little hoarse.

You shrug, suddenly aware of your own heartbeat. “Maybe. A little.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Peter scratches the back of his neck, and for a terrifying second, you wonder if you’ve ruined everything - if you came on too strong, if the room has tilted a little too far in the direction of intentional.

But then he smiles.

It’s a tiny thing. Just the curve of his lips, shy and secret and so unbearably sweet - so Peter.

“Okay,” he says quietly. “If you’re sure you want to. I mean, I’m not very - photogenic. Or model-y. Or whatever.”

“You’re perfect,” you say before you can stop yourself - nevermind the fact you're still yet to confess the submission you previously made of him.

Peter flushes deeper. Looks at his hands. Smiles harder.

You pretend not to notice - you could almost get a degree for that.

You give him directions to your place later that night.

It’s a short walk from campus - tucked above a trendy cafe and across from a laundromat that always smells like jasmine detergent and cheap cologne.

Your aunt signed the lease for you before you even applied to uni, saying, “Every artist needs a sanctuary.” The space is way too nice for a student. Hardwood floors, big windows, blackout curtains, high ceilings with exposed beams. A dream for any art student, really.

Peter looks around when he arrives, clearly trying not to be impressed.

“This is yours?” he asks, dropping his camera bag by the door.

You nod. “Technically it’s my aunt’s. She travels a lot. But yeah. Mine for now.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You live here alone?”

“Yep.”

“That’s. . .” He spins in a slow circle, taking in the space. “Kind of incredible.”

You flash him a grin. “You’re welcome any time.”

He snorts. “My roommate would kill me if I tried to turn our dorm into a studio. He thinks personal space is sacred. Meanwhile, he clips his toenails without a care for where they end up.”

You laugh, motioning for him to sit. “Okay, yeah. You’re banned from trying this in your own place.”

He sits down on the little velvet couch, awkwardly tucks one leg under the other, and glances around like he’s waiting to be told what to do.

You set up the lighting as naturally as you can, trying not to show how giddy you are about this. About him, here, in your space, letting you see him like this.

When you look through the viewfinder and frame the shot - Peter in profile, warm lamplight brushing his cheekbones, sleeves pushed up to his forearms - you think, Yeah. This was always going to happen.

Even if he doesn’t know it yet.

“Okay,” you murmur, adjusting the tripod slightly. “Just relax. Don’t think about the camera. Think about. . . like, what you’d do if you were alone. Not sad alone. Normal alone. Like. . . chilling.”

Peter raises an eyebrow. “That’s incredibly specific and somehow still not helpful.”

You snort. “You’re doing fine. Just - don’t pose. Or, like . . . do. But make it look like you’re not posing.”

Peter gives you a look. “So. Be naturally unnatural.”

“Exactly.”

He huffs a laugh and leans back against the couch again, arms loosely crossed, head tilted like he’s considering something far off in the distance. It’s candid. Or close enough. His expression softens when he exhales, and you click the shutter without thinking.

“Better?” he asks, eyes flicking toward you.

You glance down at the preview on your camera screen and nod slowly. “That’s a good one. You’ve got a very - contemplative face.”

Peter mock-gasps. “So I do have a face worth photographing?”

“Oh my god, I’ve been saying that for weeks.” you say feigning shock.

He grins, and you snap another shot.

Then he shifts slightly, arms raised to run a hand through his hair - and the motion hikes his pullover up just a little, revealing a sliver of lean stomach, the faint outline of muscle.

You blink.

And, well.

You’re only human.

“Okay, wait,” you say, squinting as you lower the camera. “Why are you, like. . . secretly ripped under there?”

Peter freezes. “What?”

You gesture to him, accusatory. “You look like you code for twelve hours a day and live off granola bars and Red Bull, and then - bam! Surprise abs?”

He splutters, desperate to deny your words. “They’re not - abs. It’s just lighting.”

You tilt your head, smug to have caught him in such a predicament. “Is it?”

He covers his face with his hands. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”

You laugh, unapologetic. “I absolutely can. I’m the artist. I get to be pretentious and weirdly flirty. It’s in the rules.”

Peter peeks at you through his fingers, blushing like crazy. “Okay. But for the record, I am not ripped. I’m. . . jacketed.”

You blink. “What?”

He drops his hands, now grinning. “Like. . .I’m not shredded. I’m cozy. Secretly jacket.”

You laugh so loud it echoes a little off the brick wall.

“God, you’re stupid,” you say fondly - his nose crinkles at that.

“Thank you,” he replies, mock-solemn.

You take three more photos while he’s still laughing.

After that, it’s easy.

You trade the high-watt lights for the soft glow of a desk lamp. The vibe settles - less photoshoot, more afterglow. You both move through the space without talking, cleaning up wires and lenses, folding backdrops, checking batteries. It’s comfortable. Not quite domestic, but something adjacent to it. Something you don’t have a name for yet.

Peter hands you a lens cap without being asked. You unplug the extension cord and wrap it neatly over your arm. Somewhere outside, a car honks, and someone yells about fries.

You stretch your arms over your head, then glance at him over your shoulder.

“Wanna go get burgers?”

He pauses, halfway through packing his camera, and looks at you like you just offered him front-row tickets to a space launch.

“Like. . . now?”

You shrug. “Unless you’ve got somewhere better to be.”

He considers you for a beat too long. Then smiles. It’s a little crooked. A little shy. Unreasonably cute.

“Burgers sound perfect.”

It’s nearing 12:30 by the time you stumble into the diner - one of those charming, grease-stained spots that’s open 24/7 and never quite empty. The fluorescent sign outside flickers with effort, casting pink and blue across the sidewalk like a hazy, nostalgic film scene.

Peter holds the door for you, his camera bag slung over one shoulder, and the warm smell of frying oil and vanilla milkshake syrup hits instantly.

You both slide into a booth, you facing the window, Peter across from you, cheeks still pink from the cold night air.

The waitress doesn’t bother with a menu.

“Two burgers, two fries, two chocolate shakes?” she asks with a raised brow, pen poised.

Peter blinks. “Wait, how did you - ”

“You two look like the type,” she says flatly, then walks off without another word.

You grin, biting back a laughter in the case she takes it the wrong way. “She gets it.”

Peter gives you a mock-scandalized look. “Do we have a type?”

You lean back, stretching lazily in your seat. “Apparently we do. Chocolate-shake-at-midnight type.”

He smiles at that. “Not the worst reputation to have.”

By the time the food comes, you’ve already kicked your shoes off under the booth and Peter’s talking with his hands like he doesn’t realize he’s doing it. The diner’s mostly empty except for a guy asleep by the jukebox and a girl aggressively typing on her laptop in the corner.

The conversation shifts easily once you start asking questions. Like you’re in your own little bubble.

“What made you pick computer science?” you ask, tearing a fry in half, dipping it in your milkshake and eating it. He watched you in mild amusement.

Peter shrugs, sipping from the milkshake. “I’ve always liked puzzles. Logic. Building stuff from scratch. It’s. . . satisfying, I guess.”

You nod. “You seem like someone who enjoys solving things.”

He blushes a little, then grins. “Okay, my turn. Why photography? You’re too cool to be doing this just for credits.”

You laugh, throwing a half fry at him which he barely dodged with a chuckle. “Flatterer.”

Peter raises his milkshake in a silent toast.

You consider your answer. “Honestly? I started it because it got me out of a required science elective. But then it kind of… stuck. I don’t know. Something about freezing a moment - turning it into a story. I liked the control of it. The quiet.”

He looks at you like he understands. Like he really gets it - he studies you for a moment.

“That makes sense,” he says. “You take it seriously. You see stuff other people don’t.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Like what?”

He glances down at his fries, then up at you again, his voice quieter now. “Like me.”

You go still for a second.

But you’re not ready to crack open that door yet, so instead you lean in with a crooked smile and deflect like a pro.

“Back to the game, Parker. Favorite color?”

He laughs and says, “Blue. Like - not sky blue. Like hoodie blue.”

You blink, surprised. “That’s specific.”

He shrugs. “I know what I like.”

You twirl a fry between your fingers. “Okay. Favorite movie?”

Peter looks thoughtful. “I’m gonna say The Iron Giant. It makes me cry every single time and I’m not even sorry.”

Your heart clenches a little. Of course it does, it is so like him - ever the softboy.

You smile. “That’s a solid answer. Top tier sad-boy comfort flick.”

He grins. “Alright, your turn. Most irrational fear?”

You pause dramatically. “Birds.”

Peter blinks. “What?”

“They’re twitchy. Beady-eyed. I don’t trust a creature that can fly and still chooses to steal fries off the sidewalk.”

He’s laughing before you finish the sentence, full-body and warm. You sip your milkshake just to hide how proud you are of that laugh.

The questions keep coming, softer now, more personal.

Siblings? No - just you. Just Peter.

Favorite smell? His is old books. Yours is rain on pavement.

Do you believe in soulmates?

You both pause on that one.

Peter looks at you, eyes darker in the dim light, fingers stilling around his straw - chocolate milkshake all drained from the 50s diner style cup.

“I think. . .I used to,” he says. “Then I stopped. Then I started again. I don’t know. It’s complicated.”

You hum. “That’s fair. I think I believe in . . .finding someone who feels like home. Even if it’s not fate. Even if it’s a choice.”

He nods, like that sits right with him. “That’s a good answer.”

You smile. “I’ve got a lot of those.”

“I know.”

And he says it so soft, so genuine, that you forget how to chew for a second.

It’s past 2AM when you finally wander back out into the night, bellies full, fingertips salty, the streetlights casting halos around you.

“Thanks for tonight,” Peter says, voice warm.

You bump your shoulder against his. “Anytime.”

And you mean it.

You’re not in love. Not yet. But something about tonight feels like the first chapter of something that might be worth writing down.

to be continued. . .

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julianasversee · 4 months ago

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. ݁𐙚 A DAY IN MY MCU DR

𓏲˚ ۪ morning routine

5:00 am

i have my alarm set for this time every week day so i have time for all my morning time activities!! i'll usually lay in bed for 15 minutes to allow myself to wake up and catch up on the notifications i had gotten throughout the night.

5:15/5:20am

this is about the time i force myself to get out of bed even though the thing i want most is to go back to sleep, i'll get out of bed and get dressed into some gym clothes, put my hair up in a ponytail braid, go down to the kitchen go make myself some breakfast and a fill up my water bottle.

5:30-5:40am

i'll make my way down to the training room to fit in a workout/clear my head and do some training with steve since he's probably been awake since 4am.

5:50-6:00am

i'll walk back to my room to have a shower to get all the sweat off and to not be stinky 🙂‍↕️, i will then get dressed for school, do my skincare/makeup routine, brush my teeth and all that jazz

7:00-7:30am

i will gather all the things i need for the day and put them in my school bag, pack some snacks for lunch and throughout the day, put on my shoes and i'm out the door by 7:30!!

𓏲˚ ۪ school day

7:30-8:10am

at this time i usually meet up with pete, ned and bri at the train station and i walk to school with them. sometimes if we're early enough we'll grab a coffee before school.

8:30-8:50am

form

i share this class with my girls mj, ave, lia and bri 💕and we just spend the whole time chatting lol this class usually lasts 20 minutes.

9:00am-10:05

english

i have this class my gorgeous ave, lia, mj and ned! this is probably one of my favourite classes because its one of my best LOL

10:10-11:15

history

i actually share this class with ned and my brother grayson! this is also another class that i excel in irl and in my dr 🙂‍↕️

11:20-12:25

AP chem

this class is shared with non other than my pookie peter!!! in this class i usually spend my time just annoying peter by passing notes with him and playing tic tac toe.

12:30-1:00pm

lunch!!!

i spend my time at lunch with ave, lia, bri, mj, peter and ned 🙂‍↕️the table we see in homecoming is the table we sit at and we just all talk.

1:05-2:15pm

gym

this class is spent with peter, ned and mj. though mj and i sit out half the time because coach does NOT care what you do with this class if you're not a sporty person.

2:20-3:25

free study

this is just essentially just a free period but you spend it at the library because its supposed to be used for catching up on assignments, homework or just study in general

3:30-4:00pm

end of the school day

the group will probably go back to mj's house to hang out for the afternoon after we get snacks and stuff. but sometimes we just walk to get food after school and go home after that, also sometimes i have work but i usually just work on weekends.

𓏲˚ ۪ nighttime activities

5:00-6:15pm

patrolling with spidey

sometimes peter will ask me to go on patrol with him around nyc, in his words "to kick ass together as a power duo". just beacuse im such a great best friend 9 times out of ten i will say yes.

6:45pm

home time!!

after patrol i'm sweaty as ever so the first thing i'll do is take a shower, get dressed again into my pyjamas and make my way downstairs to hang out with whoever is down there.

7:00pm

dinner time!!

the team and i try to have dinner together as a family everyday but it doesn't always work out like that so we try and keep our friday's free for family night. wanda usually cooks dinner for us and she allows me to help, its one of the things we have in common is our love for cooking!!

8:00pm

someone will usually put on a movie and all of us with just sit around and watch it, chat about our day, play some board games.

9:00-10:40pm

chatting with friends + homework and study

around 9:00pm is when i'll head back up to my room and i'll ask any of my friends if they wanna call and chat while we do our homework/study for any upcoming tests!!

10:50pm

i am sooo tired by this point and i can barely keep my eyes open so i'll go to the bathroom and get ready for bed!!!

thank you guys so much for spending the day with me!!

tags: @sphinx-n-friends @analyzingkotlc @avelineshifts @lcvalia !!

i changed some of the way american schools work to what i'm used to where i'm from because i am NOT from america.

THE ROSE GC SAW THIS FIRST!!!

last updated 24/02/2025

#. ݁𐙚 juni’s drs #mcu shifting #mcu dr #marvel dr #desired reality #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting blog #shifting community #shifting realities

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didderd · 1 month ago

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Happy Tourette's Awareness Month!!!

This marks the start of the TAM event!

(Details under 'keep reading'. (please read if you want to participate.))

During TAM (May 15th - June 15th) me/my sona and the Tourette's sanses will be answering questions! Ask us about Tourette's/Tic Disorder stuff and/or ourselves. Some questions will be answered with drawings, but not all of them.

If you want to send an ask, but don't know what to ask about, do some research on Tourette's/Tic Disorders! Maybe watch some videos on YouTube. (support Tic Disorder creators during Tourette's month!) And come back, prepared with your new knowledge! :3

The characters available for asks:

Alex (my monstersona)

TTT: Tic (Tourette's sans) Tac (fell Tourette's sans) Tou (swap Tourette's sans)

Crispy crew: Rice (nightmare Tourette's sans) Crack (horror Tourette's sans) Snaps (killer Tourette's sans) Pop (dust Tourette's sans) Marsh (cross Tourette's sans)

Secret third option: Rock (Tac's brother) Paper (Tic's brother) Scissors (Tou's brother)

Rules:

Be respectful!

Don't ask anything shippy about two sanses or papyri!

Please keep questions to 2 per ask! Or if it's for more than 1 character, 1 per ask!

Max of 2 questions a day per person!

Max of 3 characters per question! OR one group. (ex. TTT, Crispy crew, Secret third option.)

(The reason for those last three is that I am busy, and so I don't have a lot of time. And to prevent people from abusing the ask event. Also. I may not get to all of the asks. So please keep that in mind.)

Thank you, and have fun! :3

#tam ask event #tourette's awareness month #tourette syndrome #tic disorders #monstersona #tic sans #tac sans #tou sans #tourette's sanses #rice crispy treats gang #RPS #undertale #utmv #didderd art

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lottiesboy · 7 months ago

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a day out in westview!!

pairing: cg!agatha harkness x little!reader

summary: you spend the day with your mama and aunt wanda.

tags: sfw, fluff, age regression, mama!agatha, aunt!wanda, pacis, shopping, eating, reader being a bit of a fussy baby, agatha and wanda spoiling you :3

“babyyyy, wakey wakey.” agatha rubbed your tummy. you woke up slowly, feeling your paci the fell out of your mouth in the night beside you. you put it in your mouth sleepily, making agatha coo.

“awww,,, c’mere, sleepy baby. are you excited to go out with wanda today?” she picked you up from your crib, patting your back as your head rested on her shoulder. you whined sleepily in response.

there was a knock at the door, which made agatha yell, “coming!” you woke up a little bit at that. agatha walked to open the door, hearing wanda greet her from the other side. “am i too early?”

“oh no, not at all! it’ll only take me a little while to get the baby dressed.” agatha let wanda in, going back to your nursery to get you dressed and freshened up. while doing so, you woke up a little more.

“aww, you’re so cute, bunny. feeling more awake now?” agatha pinched your cheek. “mm hm, mama.”

agatha grabbed your diaper bag, slinging it on her shoulder. “let’s go see wanda, huh?” she clipped you paci to your shirt, holding your hand. you walked out to the living room, seeing wanda on the couch.

“hi, sweetheart! c’mere!” wanda gasped. you came over and she gave you a big hug. every time you saw your aunt wanda, she was always so sweet.

soon, the three of you got into agatha’s car and took off, you sitting in the backseat. agatha thought it would be a good idea to go out for lunch before the mall, since all of you were hungry.

you woke up to agatha unbuckling your seatbelt. “had a little nap, baby? are you hungry?” she helped you out of the seat. agatha held your hand as all of you walked into the little cafe. you were seated quickly and given menus, but agatha proudly asked for a little coloring page for you. the waitress had no problem with it, and gave you the activity sheet with crayons.

after ordering, wanda and your mama were talking about grownup stuff while you were coloring, laying your head against agatha’s shoulder. “mama, color.” you looked up at her, butting into wanda and agatha’s conversation. you didn’t mean to, but you just wanted attention.

“mama’ll color with you, baby.” she wrapped her arm around you and grabbed a purple crayon, doodling on the page with you. “you’re coloring so well, sweetheart.” wanda complimented with a smile. “thank you.” you said shyly. wanda watched you and agatha play tic tac toe, which she totally didn’t let you win.

when the food got to you, agatha cut yours in small pieces. “wan some, mama.” you pointed to agatha’s plate of pasta. “what do you say?”

“pease, mama.”

agatha smiled, twirling some pasta onto her fork for you. she fed you, wiping the sauce of your chin. “yummy?” she asked and you nodded.

the three of you finished up eating, agatha buying you a milkshake for dessert. wanda and agatha split the bill, and the three of you walked out, ready to go shopping. agatha grabbed the milkshake out of your hand to hold it while crossing the street. you pouted when she took a sip.

“mama, that my milkshake!”

“mama bought it for you, bunny. it’s what i call the “mama tax.” she unlocked the car, taking another sip and giving it back to you. you couldn’t help but smile at how silly your mama was.

when the three of you got to the mall, you wanted to go to the toy store immediately, but agatha wanted to get you some new clothes first. what felt like several minutes of agatha saying, “mama’s almost done” or her helping you try on clothes, you started to get restless and a little whiny.

agatha didn’t want to risk you having a tantrum in this store, so she finished up and paid for everything, telling wanda how absolutely adorable you’re gonna look in your new sweaters.

“oh crap! i forgot i needed to take the blouse back. it’s in the trunk.” agatha was about to start walking back to her car, then she heard your complaints about the toy store. “we’ll see toys in a minute, baby.”

you were very upset because you didn’t wanna wait in another boring clothing store for a million hours!!! but wanda had an idea.

“what if i take the little one while you take care of that blouse?” wanda’s hand began you rub your back. “oh, wanda, you’re a lifesaver.” agatha tapped her shoulder and wanda smiled. “you be good for your auntie, okay bunny? mama’s gonna be right back.” she kissed your cheek, letting you and wanda finally see some toys!!!

there was so many toys and stuffies, you got a little overstimulated because there was so much to choose from. “you like those stuffies, sweet pea? oh, that looks so cuddly.” wanda smiled, seeing you hug the stuffie. you didn’t think you were gonna come out with anything, but wanda had something different in mind.

agatha walked over to where the toy store was in the mall where she saw you and wanda sitting in lounge chair across from the store.

“mama, wanda boug me toy!”

“she did?” agatha gasped. “oh wanda, you didn’t have to. this little one is spoiled enough.” agatha ruffled your hair. “i couldn’t say no to that sweet face!! i don’t know how you do it, agatha.”

you showed agatha that wanda bought you a stuffie and some stickers. “did you tell wanda thank you, sweetie?”

you nodded, just happy to have a cute stuffie in your hands.

it got later and later at the mall and the three of you left, agatha putting you on her hip halfway to the car because you were so tired. agatha fawned at the way you held your new stuffie to your chest, asking for your paci. she reached into your diaper bag to get it and pushed it in your mouth.

she set you in the backseat of her car, strapping your seatbelt. “someone’s definitely getting a nap when we get home, yeah.” she said to herself. you reached for agatha with a sleepy whine, making her chuckle a little and shush you. “mama’s gotta drive, baby. you’ll get cuddles at home, i promise.”

she shut the door and got in the drivers seat, watching you doze off in the rearview mirror.

#🫎#sfw agere #age regression #age regression sfw #sfw regression #sfw interaction only #agatha all along #agatha all along agere #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #marvel #marvel age regression #marvel agere #mcu #mcu agere #wanda maximoff #wandavision #wandavision agere

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archangeldyke-all · 4 months ago

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Hi Angel!! I first wanted to say that I love all your Sevika stories, they never fail to make my days better!

So, I've recently been thinking about little fucker and the twins a lot ((bc I found out I'm gonna be an aunt for twins :DD and it made me wonder how did Sev and Reader react to the news, like.. "what. WERE HAVING TWINS??? HOW." something like this lmao.

Not sure if you've already written something like this, but I've practically read all of your masterlists lmao. If you did feel free to skip cuz I have really bad short term memory ;))

oh my god that's so exciting!!! congrats auntie!!! i think i wrote a few little sentences about this in one of the first twins posts, but lets make it a full fledged story heheeh <3

(also as always with these stories, don't think too much about how the pregnancy happened. reader is trans, or has a magical strap, or it's just yuri magic. you choose hehe)

men and minors dni

for the first few days after sevika's pregnancy test coming back positive, you're both living in denial.

"how am i pregnant? i thought this was menopause! i thought i was done with all this shit!" sevika whines.

you giggle a little hysterically, then pull her into your arms. "i have no fuckin' idea." you say, blinking in shock. "holy shit. i actually knocked you up."

sevika giggles just as crazily in your hold. "congrats."

"i've been trying to get revenge on you for little fucker since you first knocked me up with her!" you laugh. sevika snorts and smacks your shoulder.

"don't say revenge. oh fuck, this is gonna miserable, isn't it?" sevika whines. you kiss her sweetly.

"it's the most amazing thing that's ever happened!"

"you're such a shit. you're just happy it isn't you this time around."

"damn right i am!" you laugh. sevika smiles at you, and then her face falls. you coo and wrap her up in another hug. "it's gonna be alright sevi-bear. i'm gonna be with you every step of the way."

"no, it's not that." sevika whimpers as she nuzzles against your shoulder. "i'm just-- i'm so happy. we're gonna have another one, baby, holy shit."

you grin and pull sevika in for a kiss.

her reaction isn't quite as happy when you get to your doctor's office, though.

"o-oh!" the ultrasound tech gasps.

"good 'oh?'" sevika worries, sitting up a bit from her spot on the paper covered exam table.

"you're having twins, mommies! congratulations!" the tech gasps, grinning up at you and sevika.

you blink.

the tech giggles with glee and turns back to her monitor, clearly handling the news better than you are. you blink again, then look down at sevika.

she's glaring at you like she's going to murder you.

it's only now that the tech's words hit you. and for some reason, you burst into laughter.

"t-twins?!" you cackle. "like, two of 'em?! how-- how the hell did we do that!?" you ask.

the tech blinks up at you in surprise, opens her mouth to speak, but you don't hear her answer. you're too busy grinning down at your wife.

"i'm gonna kill you." sevika finally whispers. you burst into another round of laughs.

"alright. just wait 'til after the pregnancy, think you might want me around these next few months, mama." you tease.

sevika's glare is deadly, but you can't find it in you to stop laughing. holy shit. two more little babies running around your house. if they're anything like their sister, they'll look exactly like sevika. tears well up in your eyes as you gaze lovingly down at your angry wife, imagining two pairs of grumpy baby eyes glaring up at you while you try to change their diapers.

"are you crying?!" sevika squawks. "why the hell are you crying, i should be the one crying!"

"you can cry too, baby!" you giggle, a surge of love taking over your body. before you know what's happening, you're smacking the tech's hand away from your wife's belly and straddling her waist, peppering her face with an endless barrage of kisses. "oh, holy shit, baby, we're gettin' two more of 'em!"

sevika's glare lessens a bit, a small smile ticking up at the corner of her mouth. you can see her softening to the idea; two more babies for you to love; but before a full smile can take over her face she forces herself back into a frown. "we can barely afford the kid we've got." she huffs.

you snort. "that's the beauty of hand-me-downs, sev. plus, silco gave you a big raise when we had the little fucker, what makes you think he'll hold back now that it's your turn?"

"we live in a two bedroom home!"

"we can move!"

"while i'm pregnant with twins?!"

"i'll start looking for a new place the second we get home."

sevika finally smiles, rolling her eyes and giggles a bit. "i can't believe you." she whispers. you grin.

"you're the love of my fucking life. i can't believe you."

the door clicks shut, and you both look up from your embrace to find that the tech has snuck out to give you some privacy.

and, finally, sevika bursts into laughter along with you.

taglist!!

@sevikas-baby @ghostscandys @sevikasllver @runawaybaby3 @lesbones

@chezze-its @lez-zuha @vikashoneybee @shanesevikasfuckdoll @imheadintothemountains

@nanajustnana-a @helaenabugmom

taglist!

@fyeahnix @lavendersgirl @half-of-a-gay @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner

@kissyslut @chuucanchuucan @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther

@lavenderbabu @emiliabby @sevikasbeloved @hellorai @my-taintedheart

@glass-apothecary @macaroni676 @artinvain @k3n-dyll @sevsdollette

@ellieslob @xayn-xd @keikuahh @maneskinwh0re @raphaellearp

@iamastar @sevikitty @mascdom @nhaaauyen @annesunshiner

@mirconreadzztuff22 @veoomvroom @lushh-s3vik4s @katyawooga @lesbodietcoke

@strawberrykidneystone @vkumi @fict1onallyobsessed @dvrkhcld @sweetybuzz25

@sluttysierraaa @snake-in-a-flower-crown @ruiwonderz @littlemisszaunite @biblicalcrybaby

@blackgaladriel @nightlyconfusion @dancingqu33n17 @losernb @p1nkearth

#sevika #sevika arcane #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

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alltoowille · 2 months ago

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Happy 4/20, Happy Easter, here’s 1k from the long awaited painter AU chapter 10. She’s not abandoned, but a long way off from finished, so here’s a little sneak peek as a treat and a thank you to everyone who has ever told me, continually even still, what this story means to them <3 (blows my mind and fills me with joy knowing people still think about it so much nearly two years since the last update)

Love you, enjoy :)

“Do you ever feel like a bad person?” Wille asked, an awfully quiet question for the force with which it hit Simon.

Simon looked down to where Wille’s head rested in the crook of his outstretched elbow, hand extended to curl loosely around Wille’s shoulder.

One of his gangly legs was straightened, ankle tucked between Simon’s feet. His other foot was flat on the bed, knee bent. Wille was rubbing the knuckles of his first two fingers up and down his thigh.

Simon loved watching Wille’s hands.

They always found something to do, something to touch.

His fingers were searching, always, for textures and sensations that reminded him he could feel things that were good. He’d trace the grooves in the wood of tables, nodding along to their conversation and only rarely glancing up from his meandering hand.

Wille loved soft blankets and running his fingertips along the wall as he climbed stairs.

He loved to trace the spiral of a single curl that fell over Simon’s eyes. He marveled at the world beneath his hands—running a nail under the seam down the side of his jeans, touching Simon’s eyebrows to soothe the furrow between them.

Simon slipped his arm to wrap around Wille’s chest, hoisting him closer. Wille hummed, nearly a purr, always so gorgeously receptive to being touched.

He rested his chin against Wille’s head.

“Wille,” he said. “Do you think you’re a bad person?”

Wille didn’t speak. He didn’t move. Simon smashed his cheek into Wille’s hair and tightened his fingers inadvertently.

Wille took in a quick breath and shakily exhaled.

“I asked you first,” he huffed weakly.

Simon shrugged, amused and saddened by the deflection but deciding to cave, hoping if he answered first it would help Wille be honest with him.

“Not really. I try not to be an asshole, and some people think I am, but it doesn’t bother me cause I know that I’m not. I’m not like, perfect, but I don’t really regret many of the choices I’ve made,” he mused, letting his own fingers dance loopy lines up and down Wille’s sternum.

Wille’s abs twitched, ticklish as Simon’s fingers danced too softly along his ribs.

Simon found the mark on Wille’s side and cupped his fingers around it.

He tugged Wille’s body closer, digging into the bruise and cuddling his chin down onto his shoulder.

Wille exhaled.

“I have this crush,” Simon said.

Wille’s finger tucked itself into the elastic of his black briefs, Simon’s, technically, which he had once again found and stolen. They were tight around his body, elastic cutting into the layer of fat above his hipbones and Simon’s mouth watered as Wille twisted the waistband tightly around his finger.

It was just a nervous tic, something to distract him from the vulnerability, but it cut the fabric more tightly into his hips and Simon ached with want.

“Oh yeah?” Wille said.

“He’s pretty hot,” Simon added, and Wille’s torso twitched with a laugh.

“He used to really intimidate me, cause he’s really tall, and like, self assured, and his clothes fit really well and sometimes make it look like he has an ass which is an impressive feat,” he couldn’t keep the grin out of his voice as he reached down to grab at Wille’s flat ass.

“Hey,” Wille whined, squirming, “Fuck you.”

“I like your ass,” Simon stated, squeezing it again. “You’d look weird with a bubble butt,” he giggled at the thought and Wille turned to meet his eyes, shaking his head affectionately.

He dropped it back onto Simon’s chest. A moment later, he nuzzled closer, warm ear against a steady heartbeat.

“Anyway, this guy I like, he’s not intimidating when you get to know him, he’s just shy, and quiet at first.” Simon continued.

“And he’s really smart, but you don’t even realize just how smart he is until you’ve known him for a while because he spends a lot more time listening than he does talking. But when you get him talking, he knows so much, about, like everything. And you’re like woah, there’s so much in his head that I don’t know, and I want to,” Simon said, feeling himself get carried away with the detachment this particular dramatic choice allowed him.

He only meant to gas Wille up a bit, help him see the good things.

“He’s really sweet, too, like, always walks on the side of the sidewalk with the cars. I feel like I’m in Pride and Prejudice or something,” he rambled on.

“And I always think about this one time, we were walking to the bodega, and there was a man rolling crates of soda, struggling to hold the door with his shoulder and get the like, rolly thing in there, and he just held the door as we passed by, didn’t even pause our conversation, or like, one time, this baby literally stopped crying when he started smiling at it on the train,” Simon went on.

Wille shifted his body on top of Simon, face down in his chest with his torso pinning Simon to the mattress, one leg bent and resting between Simon’s own, clinging to him like a barnacle on a ship’s hull.

Simon’s heart tightened and so did his grip.

“He’s just like, I don’t know, kind, in this like, glowy way that everyone can see,” he slid a hand into Wille’s hair and Wille shuddered underneath him.

Simon’s torso felt oppressively hot under the weight of Wille’s head.

“And he gets really uncomfortable easily, he doesn’t like being looked at for a long time, or talked about,” Simon said, nearly spitballing his perceptions of Wille, unsure how accurate his read on this man even was.

“He’s strong, too, like, he can run for like, over an hour. Like, that’s crazy,” Simon said honestly, and Wille snorted.

Simon wanted to cry.

“He’s not a bad person,” he pressed into Wilhelm’s hair desperately, whispering to keep his voice from cracking.

Wille was so beautiful and Simon felt heavy with the newly acquired knowledge of just how much he disliked himself. He didn’t know what to do or how to help but Wille nuzzled hard into his body like he could crawl inside Simon’s perception of him and live inside it, a new home, a respite from the guilt and shame that had been weighing on him his whole life.

Wille snaked both of his strong forearms around Simon’s back and squeezed tight. His back arched uncomfortably but he just held Wille, stroking his hands along his skin, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere.

#painter au #wilhelm #wilmon #young royals fic #yr fic #simon eriksson #young royals

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lovelykil · 1 year ago

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baby assignment

ᯓ izuku midoriya

synopsis; class 1-a has been assigned to take care of fake babies for an assignment! This assignment will be helpful for hero work and other skills as well. some are wary of this assignment, especially the pairing. You got paired up with Izuku.

note; I've been wanting to make this for awhile , uhmm this is my own personal au?? Idk if anyone has done this but there's gonna be multiple parts I believe. So this is part one :3

part 2

"WHY AM I PAIRED UP WITH RED 40 HERE??!" katsuki's loud and familiar angry voice boomed inside the classroom, everyone turned toward him with their fake baby in their carriers. Kirishima grabbed a carrier from Aizawa's desk that held the baby inside and walked over to the blonde.

"dude you're gonna make the baby cry.." He shoves the carrier into Bakugo's chest after retrieving the fetus. Katsuki's face scrunches up, a tic mark twitches on his forehead when he grips the carrier that was shoved into his chest by his 'partner'

"YOU THINK I CARE ABOUT THAT STUPID BA—"

Mr. Aizawa clears his groggy throat, cutting off his impatient student. "as I was saying," he takes a glance over at Bakugo, the blonde scoffs in reaction and looks the other way.

"you all have been assigned to take care of your kid for a week, make sure you fulfill its needs while juggling your own life as well. That includes hero work. That's why you have been paired up," upon looking around the room there was some interesting pairs that raised some brows.

like mineta and tsu and todoroki and yaoyorozu.

aizawa continues on, his voice nonchalant and rough.

"you'll need to collaborate with your partners for this assignment if not then you'll fail miserably and I will be alerted." He pulls out a checklist and looks around the room, everyone exchanges a worried look then return back to the teacher.

"class is over, don't screw up. Get out."

. . .

everyone walks out with their partner already conversing with one another, some freaking out and others surprisingly calm.

you walk out of the classroom with izuku and hold up the carrier to examine your child. "what a weird assignment.."

"weird? I think this assignment gives us an opportunity to work with each other more, converse, and rely on one another which in any case, communication is key, especially with hero work." Midoriya cradles his chin, disagreeing your opinion.

you set the carrier down to look over at his thinking face then focus forward.

"well I—"

he quickly cuts you off to begin his never-ending rambling, "and to be honest, it might help us when tending to kids and babies. Since there will come times when there's a possibility we'll have to take care of a child when the mother, father or spouse is in trouble. I think the baby has something inside it that triggers it to cry, move, whine, maybe even crawl? I wonder if the Department of Support helped to make these fake animatronics... we haven't seen what it does just yet, but judging by the appearance when Kirishima took the baby out from its carrier, the baby looks freakishly re—"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

you look down at the crying kid already feeling unmotivated, its loud shrieks echo through the long hallways. Some classmates in front of you turn to the source, which was coming from you and Midoriya.

the freckled boy squirmed while you chuckled nervously at your classmates ahead of you.

"did it cry because of me?!" Izuku cries out as the baby keeps whining in the background. You pull down the cover to the carrier in hopes of canceling out some noise. "probably. Maybe the support team made this baby especially for you whenever you start to rant off." You look over at him with a teasing grin.

you two motion toward the exit.

your partner sulks to himself probably losing his self-confidence now because of your teasing comment.

"do you really think that? This baby is not gonna like me Y/n..."

you freak out a bit, quickly taking back your joke. Whenever it came to Midoriya you really had to tone down your jokes around him.. he gets emotional.. really fast.

you open the door for him, "no no! I was joking..? I mean either way we're both gonna have to endure this, you better not give up on me." He steps outside the building and looks over at you.

you let the door close by itself, looking up at him with a fierce grin. Those green eyes of his sparkle in your view, he seems more motivated and confident again. Your grin turns into a warm smile, a faint blush creeps on your face.

Deku nods with determination, then looks down at the baby. He lifts the shield covering it and smiles down at it.

"It's going to be a long week, but we'll get through it." He murmurs. You smile down at him but then look up at the sky. It was adorned with hues of pink and orange painted across like a canvas. You begin to go into deep thought about this assignment, your pupils gradually constrict with each racing thought of this baby.. taking care of it for a week.

"yeah, we'll get through it... oh gosh... it's going to be a long week."

#𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺𝘬𝘪𝘭 ᯓ★#boku no hero acedamia #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #mha izuku #:33

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yuufiles · 6 months ago

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skye riley headcanons!

pairing: skye riley x reader

genre: fluff & comfort

warnings: slight issues with food, trichotillomania

wc: 663

a/n: there is a SEVERE. lack of skye riley content on here.. i am here to save the day /hj i enjoyed writing this and it brought me a lot of comfort to my very messy mind... if anyone wants me to write more pls send a request that would be lovely

she has eczema, so her diet is very limited. mostly consisting of fresh and whole foods like fruits and veggies to make sure it doesn't flare up.

but she loves to cook all kinds of things for you, even if she is too lazy to cook for herself sometimes. it's like a give-and-take kind of thing.

you want pancakes for breakfast? she's up early prepping ingredients to cook for you. by the time you wake up, you get a waft of your favorite fresh pancakes made by yours truly. topped with strawberries, bananas (both her favorite), and whatever other toppings she knows you love.

skye will skip meals for two reasons: one, she's too lazy or tired to make a meal for herself. and two, her mind beats her up and makes her think she needs to lose more weight. (which she doesn't, poor baby. so you make sure to check on her and her eating habits)

since she's basically a rabbit, her food is easy to meal prep.

you prep her food like you're a mother sending her toddler off to preschool. you place her salads in cute lunchboxes with little containers holding different dressings for her to enjoy with a motivational note.

whenever she unpacks her food and sees the little piece of paper with your handwriting saying: take care of yourself! <3 or i love you :) , a part of her heals.

oh, and you obviously can't forget her carrot and celery sticks with hummus. she'd rather stay home than forget to bring those to rehearsal.

no matter how dominant she may act, she's still the little spoon in bed.

nothing comforts her more than your warmth on her back, your leg over her hip, your arm around her waist, and your breath on her neck.

she LOVES it.

she holds the hand that is wrapped around her waist and caresses it so it stays there

she keeps a pillow in front of her to hug so she's completely sandwiched on the bed

you feel she thinks it makes her feel safe, and you find it so adorable

speaking of sleeping, she'll also knock out within 5 minutes of you scratching her head.

it happened before on the set of one of her music videos. she was on her break and laid her head down on your lap. you didn't notice how her eyes started to flutter shut when you kept on running your fingers through her hair.

when you finished your conversation with one of the staff, you looked down and realized she had dozed off with her phone still in her hands.

elizabeth came over to look for her and realized the person lying on your lap was her daughter and the exact person she was looking for

"y/n! god, have you seen- oh, i've never seen her sleep so soundly ever since she was a kid... i'll be back."

you know about her really bad trichotillomania where she'll start to unconsciously twirl and pull her hair

so whenever you see her reach for her scalp, you're giving her a scolding look that says, "i dare you to even touch your hair skylar rose riley."

her hands immediately shoot back down to her sides and she looks like a dog that has just been scolded

she thanks you for it, though, since it only reminds her of her lowest points in life

so, you decide to get her a fidget toy instead.

"skye, have you ever heard of slime?"

"what?"

after a long conversation addressing her tic, she ultimately agrees to settle on a needoh nice cube

at first, she found it a bit embarrassing to bring it around. but then after a while, she couldn't bear to leave without it. it's a safe way for her to relieve her stress, and plus it reminds her of you.

you took a polaroid of her smiling, getting her makeup done, with the cube in her hands. you keep it in your wallet. ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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[TWST] Malleus x Reader who has tics

1K 5 Part Special: 1 , 2 (You are here) ,3 , 4,5 Warnings: Fluff, Tics

A/N: 2nd post for the 5 part series rubbing my hands together happily for getting 1K ty all!! School holidays have started so I'm gonna lock in with writing and drawing !! Anyways I am a person with tics and I genuinely wanted to talk about how awesome it was to dance without being judged with tics. Malleus most likely OOC DUDE I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO WRITE HIM cause I haven't written for twisted wonderland please trust me yall!

Summary: Malleus invites you to dance with him in the masquerade as you have never told him you had tourettes which made it hard for you in some classes and with people but imagine your surprise seeing him when you went to the masquarade ball asking you to dance along with other stuff !!

Malleus has been described by many students in Nrc and even other house wardens to have a powerful aura around him that wards away most people from approaching him. He also doesn’t get too friendly as he speaks, his calm, respectful yet cold tone always remaining and even those who want to get closer to him (like Silver or Sebek) fail to do as much as they wish to. Malleus himself does not interact closely with other students beyond Lilia, Silver, and Sebek, but this is mostly due to others being scared and avoiding him. Although Malleus doesn't have any issues with talking to others, he also gets used to being feared or even hated, which has only resulted in his further isolation. Despite enjoying time alone, away from his concerned and watchful attendants in exploring abandoned buildings, Malleus shows signs of loneliness and a desire to connect normally with others. He is also said to have a naïve and childish side to him, as he grew up isolated from the outside world in Briar Valley but then he met You

A child of man a person who wasn't afraid to speak to him at all a human that had no magic yet would greet him happily without hesitation calling him names like Tsunotarō or Hornton names he fund idiotic but would only let you call him them. Malleus is used to being well-known by everyone as one of the top mages in all of Twisted Wonderland and the heir of Briar Valley but interacting with you being oblivious Malleus seems to enjoy that he can talk with someone normally without them fearing him even after Book 5 he enjoyed how you didn't change interactions with him still talking to him like a friend happily as you both would ramble. Malleus rambling about gargoyles with you rambling about things you enjoyed back. Malleus disliked touch from those who do it randomly but for you he didn't mind as he felt comfort from your touch yet one day when he was showing you a gargoyle he noticed how your body jerked randomly as he would ignore it and continue. He noticed how people would avoid you sometimes by your jerks our random motions so when he'd ask lilia what was going on with the prefect by how they jerk our make random noises. He once got hit by you by accident when you were showing something and apologized many times not because you thought he was gonna hurt you but because you couldn't control your tic. when you did random motions, jerks and noises physical or verbal he noticed how your face would get distraught yet he didn't mind. Lilia explained to him how you had this thing called Tourettes syndrome which he learned about your random bursts were something you couldn't control yet he didn't get why you would hide them from him and your close friends yet he didn't push the subject. Malleus enjoyed when he got invited to the glorious masquerade even after everything that happened with Rollo he wouldn't let it ruin the mood being around you as he enjoyed to interact and speak with you no matter the situation. Malleus noticed how out of everybody you were away in a corner jerking and ticking quietly not joining in on dancing with others or with grim who was dancing around on the floor chaotically. You couldn't help but compliment him and telling him how he looked like he was having fun causing him to smile slightly as the two talked happily before malleus held out his hand to you asking you to dance. The way your eyes widened at him as he smiled "It isn't a bother with your tics why not just dance? just focus on me if you panic and need a break then I can leave with you lilia told me if you were to have such an issue not to touch you and just make sure you are comfortable-" "Malleus! It's fine I just would expect for you to offer" "I do not see an problem with it at all" "You sure you wanna dance?" "Of course" A smile spread across your lips as you sighed taking his hand as he guided you to the dance floor. No matter how many times you jerked him to the side where your tongue clicked or made a noise he would smile and sway with you to the side you jolted when your tongue clicked he'd let out the same noise to match you so if you were stared at because of it he'd also be stared at no matter the tic he'd make sure it looked apart of the dance and he didn't mind if you both looked idiotic he noticed how you shyed at the moves before he noticed how excited you started to get to dance even with the stares yet it didn't matter because most of the stares were for malleus for dancing with a human

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