#its like he doesnt want me fo go to bed

[alvojake]

I know I said I was going to bed and all, but I'll have to postpone that 🙂😭 (y'all can blame heeseung for this)

[faaun]

pls i need to provide updates

[faenemy]

Hii don't mind me, just wanted to ramble abt Mark and friends series in ur ask box cuz why not :3 (you've drawn fanart of them b4 btw!)

SO LETS START OFF WITH SOME CONTEXT. Mark and friends is a completed series on YouTube made by this guy ashur gharavi, it follows the story of Mark blah blah i can't talk in this format snymore I need to go silly mode holf on. SO MARK IS GHIS 'LITTLE MONSTER' KID RIGHT, AND ANOTHER CHARACTER IS BILLY WHO IS AN ADUKT HUMAN. SO THE SERIES IS KINDA LIKE A KIDS CARTOON BUT WITH BLOOD AND MURDER. BILLY KIDNAPPED MARK AND FORCED HIM TO DO STUFF FOR CAMERA. AS THE SERIES GO ON, THERE WILL BE LITTLE HINTS IN THE FORM OF NEWSPAPER OF LIKE WHATS ACTUALLY GOING ON AND WHY HES FOING THIS. READ EVERY SINGLE BACKGROUND NEWSPAPER EVEN IF IT DOESNT FEEL IMPORTANT, THE LITTLE DETAILS ARE SOOOO GOOD. MARK IS LIKE 10 YEARS OLD AND HES LITERALLY SO CUTE, HE DONT DESERVE EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENWD TO HIM. IM NOT GONNA SPOIL THE ENDING FOR U, CUZ ITS LITERALLY SO GOOD I REMEMBWR WHEN I FIRST WATCHED IT AND THE ENDINV IS JUST SO PULLING MY HEAET STRINGS AND LIKE SUCH A TENSE SCENE YK. ITS LITERALLY SO GOOD, THERE ARE 3 COMPILATIONS OF IT (PART 1,2 AND 3) I THINK ITS LIKE 2 HOURS LONG PLEASE PLEASE WATCH IT (ONLY IF U WANNA OFC NO PRESSURE) I LOVE THE CHARACTERS SO MUCH THEYRE SO WELL WRITTEN, I HATE BILLY BUT I LOVE HOW WELL HIS CHARACTER AND MANIPULATION IS WRITTEN HES SO FUCKING CRUEL. I LOVE HOW ASHUR ISNT AFRAID TO JUST FUCKIMG MAKE HIM DO TERRIBLE AWFUL SHIT. I LOVE IT SO MJCH ITS SO CREATIVE I LOVE MARK TOO, HWS SO CUTE I LOVE DRAWING HIM. OH AND ALSO, ITS CANON THAT TWOMP TAKES PLACE AFTERRR THAT SERIES AND MARK IS FRIENDS WITH ARGOS AND MR PLANT. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEYRE SO UGHHHHH. THE ACTOR IS EYE CANDY TOO HES SO COOL. PLEASE WATCH IT ILL GIVE U A COOKIE IF U DO (AGAIN, ONLY IF U WANNA THO NO PRESSURE) :3

SOME PICTURES ^^

(This ask wasn't proofread btw)

HI HI HI Thank you for the ask box rambles I love them <3

Definitely did not go and binge the whole series, nope, not me

ANYWAY MY RAMBLINGS AS I WATCHED AND THOUGHTS UNDER CUT

I love this little green guy!

Marks parents seem to be murdered (go figure)

I'm assuming he was kidnapped in an ice cream truck/van??

Mark is kept in a cage without an actual bed it seems, at least when he isn't on camera

Are the puppets the actual children, or do they just represent them?

Mark keeps rubbing his side/stomach, maybe where his kidney was removed??

Child star shows an actual person so kidnapper might have started as a child star?

Grandma knows her kiddo is still alive (GET HIS ASS)

Is the plant guy who killed Big Monster Mr plant?

Donovan escapes???

Cupcake monster gets killed (very sadge)

WHY THE FUCK DID THEY PUT TOMATOES IN A FRUIT SALAD??? JAIL!!!!

apparently monsters are edible, might be some cannibali going on?

Also humans are considered monsters in this world

In "cooking" the newspaper is obscured, but it seems to read (missing childs body found, but not his head) Cupcake Monster???

UPDATE DEFO CUPCAKE MONSTER NOOOOOO

No Illinois, Minnesota or Indiana

Maybe the other kids were from Minnesota and Indiana, since Mark is from Illinois?

Aight my man was defo the child star, I'm assuming he is repeatimg the crimes of big monster???

Oop so search led to Indiana, snap my prior theory lol

Big monsters cousin changes last name

Frame lasted long on that, so I assume it's important

I keep forgetting Billy's name LMAO

Big monster and sewer? Seems like an It reference

So they're near Michigan now, noted

WHY MUST YOU TORMENT ME :(((( I luv paper bag dog NOOOOOO

Mark seems more vocal and challeging billy more now

Billy straight up gave the kids psychedelics my god

Someone save the child pls

Donovan my beloved is traumatized:((((

Oooooh the photos in the background are crying now, I think those are Marks parents?

Mr plant defo killed Big Monster, king shit

OOOOOH

okay so kid star (johnny) met with big monster in the sewer, got murdered

But Billy was the one who encouraged him to, Billy was going to star in the movie before Big Monster was convicted. So he was the kid who was crying in the article because his role was dropped

NOOOOOO MARK IS ADDICTED TO DRUGS

Get HIS ASS GRANDMA

I can't read the teleprompter, get this dude some glasses.

Just remembered how Mark cannonicly has his photos taken???? And sold I think??? Wtf???

Donovan had started a charity:((( he thinks his friends are gone

The date on the newspaper in the back keeps changing

Can I fight Billy??? I think I could take him easy

Mark straight up ate a razor blade get this kid a doctor

OH MY GOSH THEY'RE GOING TO THE DOCTOR

APOLLO HAS BLESSED ME

the eye test in the back reads "Mark has one more week before I kill him" if my new son dies I riot

Can I adopt Mark

Goal list; dispose, replace, repeat

I wonder if there are other shows featuring Donovan and Cupcake Monster?

Why were they kidnapped?

Befriend that strange man??? NOOOO

Did my son just kill Billy???? HELL YEAH

RUN BOY RUN

MY SON IS SAFE!!!!

In conclusion, I would like to adopt Cupcake Monster, they are now my child. I would also like to punch Billy repeatedly :D

[effervescentdragon]

Charlie and the chocolate spanish golf player:

51, 54, 56, and 60

🥰🐶

What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

Carlos will touch Charles when there is no need for it, attracted to him, like a magnet. Charles will tease and joke and play angry or surprised, and sit close to Carlos. Carlos gives Charles random snacks he carries around, and cooks for him when he can. Charles will learn how to play smooth operator on the piano. Carlos will kiss Charles' shoulder in the kitchen in the morning unthinkingly. Charles will hug Carlos randomly withiut Carlos ever needing to ask.

Who’s more likely to carry the other to bed?

Carlos. Charles nods off, sleepy, tired and adorable, and Carlos tries to get him to walk, but Charles is so out of it, and Carlos doesn't really mind. Quite the opposite, really.

What do they do turn the other on/put them in the mood?

I answered this one somewhere below dont make me do it again go find it its real funny.

Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?

Charles. Carlos always thinks he wants space, but he doesnt. He just doesnt know how to ask to be held, bcs hes the one who should be foing the holding. Charles pulls him close and winds his fingers in Carlos' hair, playing with it until Carlos falls asleep.

[ropemp3]

this bald motherfucker, i genuinely can not, we had this fling or whatever, nothing serious, i broke it off cuz i cought feelings and nothing was ever going to happen out of that, then he shows up to rehersals w another chick, obviously i get my feelings hurt, like watching them nd shit and comparing myself to her and just whatever its a fuck ass situation, anyways, i got drunk, overreacted, left the band, what ever, i ignored him lightly for a couple of weeks maybe a month, maybe a week ago we started texting again, then one of our mutual firends invited me to hang out i go there w my sis obvs, the bald man is there, what ever, we drink, we do some lines its all great, him and i talked it out, peace and love on planet earth, i agree to go back to the band, were friends again, last night me nd my sis went out fo some drinks, bald man was there its all good had a nice time, we go home, later he texts me hey can i crash, im like aight sure but ur gonna have to sleep on the floor, cuz theres no place else, hes like cool, anyways we go to sleep, were talking, he starts complaining about the sleeping arragments, ends up in my bed, what ever were talking, hes like, i cant fall asleep w out a hug uwu 👉👈, me being a stupid idiot female im like fine, we end up cuddling, he starts KISSING MY FORHEAD, then im like what do you want from me like literally WHAT DOES HE WANT, cuz he doesnt want to date me he said that explicitly, so like what the fuck, like im fine w being just friends like i can live w that, but continuing the whole situationship thing like i told him i cant do that like i literally cant, so whyyyyy whyyy on earth does he keep doing this to me likeeee, anyways i told him that like were just gonna pretend none of this happened in the morning so i hope he keeps his word and doesnt try anything again cuz LORD KNOWS IM WEAK, im a weak pathetic little female who WILL in FACT crawl back to him, anyways... how yall doing?

[sloppykyuu]

Kitten tree stuff continues

After seeing kitten in the park after months of disappearance Oikawa called Issei to let him know and hes so relieved to heat that shes okay and not hurt so he starts to wander around the park trying to find her but his kitten isnt anywhere to be found he cant see her and he wonders if she left completely but kitten is hiding on a tree waiting for him to leave and when he does she goes back to the birds trying to catch dinner but Issei comes back everyday and after a while kitten started to care less and let her guard down so while shes sitting with her legs at her chest behind big bushes trying to get rid of the fish scales on her breakfast Issei finds her cos the angry mumbling gave her away and when he comes up to her she gets scared and threw the fish at him and jumps up the tree while hes looking at the small dead fish who doesnt look good at all and he looks up at her telling her to come home and he has high hopes but they all shatter when hes met with a firm no from her so he sits down looking up at her waiting for her to come back but she refuses and its already night time and shes not planning on coming down and Issei feels it and he doesn't like it he is begging her to come home he'll do whatever she wants and he regrets saying it the second her ears perk up and her eyes shine so she comes home and tells him he'll sleep on the couch forever and leaves him alone to fo to the bedroom and he watches her as she throws his pillow and blanket in the hallway and locks the door so he sleeps on the couch but at least shes back but she barely comes out only when hes gone and when he comes home she goes back to her room so on his day off he sits on the couch and his kitten is getting impatient waiting for him to leave but she doesn't hear the door so she goes out and sees him on the couch waiting for her he pats the seat next to him and when she sits he tells her how much he regrets hurting her and that he cant beat it anymore and his kitten pours out about how hurt she is and what she saw and what she felt and she doesnt know what to do cos how is it gonna go back to normal what if he gets angry again and he makes her sit on his lap presses her head on his chest where his heart is and tells her to sleep a bit and that things will be better once she wakes up (◍•ᴗ•)

There’s hope thrumming in his heart when Oikawa calls him, claiming he’s just seen you, talked to you. He says you look okay for the most part, you look skinnier and dirtier. He doesn’t wait long after the call before running out the door and heading to the park.

He doesn’t see you that day, maybe you just weren’t here today. He doesn’t let hope dwindle. He’s going to find you.

Everyday for a week, he spends hours in the park, waiting for a sign that you’re still here, that he can still bring you home. But hope is running thin, there’s no you anywhere.

Until one day, he passes by a bush and hears mumbling. So familiar. He rounds the bush to find you peeling the scales off a particularly stubborn fish, angrily murmuring.

“Kitten,” his voice is quiet because he can’t believe you’re here. He’s finally found you, after months of laying his bed alone just waiting, praying for you to return to him, berating himself for the way he treated you. He watches you pause, turning to him with wide eyes, he thinks you’re going to run into his arms when you stand up, but... you’re backing away from him.

Every step he makes closer to you, you take one away from him. “Kitten, please.” He’s desperate. You run off to a nearby tree and run up it, claws digging into the thickest branch as you hide behind it.

“Please come home. I need you.” Hope refills his chest when your head pops out from behind the branch. He can’t figure out the emotion behind them as you shake your head, “no.”

He could throw up. His stomach twists unpleasantly just like the night you left. His breath is becoming labored and tears poke at his eyes.

“Please kitten, I’m so sorry for yelling at you. I’ll do anything for you to come home please baby, I can’t live without you.” You pop your head out again, eye brows furrowed before deciding to climb down.

He moves to wrap you in his arms but you push him by the chest away from you. “I’ll come home but you’re never allowed to sleep in the bed again.” He doesn’t want to sleep on the couch, but if it brings you home he can’t do anything else but nod.

That night you take a shower and eat the meal he made you before stalking off to the bedroom and walking back out with pillows from his side of the bed and a throw blanket, tossing them onto the ground next to the couch. “Goodnight, kitten.” You don’t respond.

For the next few days the cycle repeats; he wakes up on the couch, makes breakfast for the both of, heads off to work, comes home, showers, makes dinner and sleeps on the couch. He doesn’t see you at breakfast or at dinner. But both meals are eaten by the time he gets home.

It’s not what he wants, but at least you’re home and safe.

You don’t hear the door shut like you usually do this morning. You can hear him shuffle around in the kitchen. When is he going to leave? You’re getting impatient and your stomach is growling. When the noise subsides and the house sounds empty, you walk out only to find issei on the couch as if he was waiting for you.

“Come here,” he pats the cushion next to him, slightly wincing with how far you sit from him. “I can’t even begin to explain how sorry I am, kitten. All those days you were gone hurt so bad. I really didn’t think I’d ever be happy again. I know i hurt you, and I’m so sorry. I’ve never regretting anything more in my life. I just need you back, I can’t bear doing this without you.”

He can’t tell if the look on your face is indifferent, but you open your mouth and fears the words about to come out.

“You really, really hurt me. I didn’t mean to hurt her that, she kept pushing me and then you yelled at me. You’ve never done that.” You pause and look away from him. “I came back later that night and no one seemed to care that I was gone.”

You sound so small, it breaks his heart the way you quickly wipe the tears that fall from your eyes. “Baby..” he grips your hand. Heart softening when you don’t pull away. He doesn’t explain himself further, there’s no words that could fix the scars he left on you that night; instead he pulls you into his chest, cradling your head against his chest.

“Things are going to get better, my love. I promise you, I’ll never make that mistake again. I can’t lose you.” He kisses your head and strokes your hair, there’s a heaviness in your eyelids as he pets you. “Go to sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Ever so softly, he can hear a gentle purr rumble against his chest as you drift off.

[lizandbo]

tickle fights w/ hq bois

Kk I’m just really bored...osamus is pretty unrealistic for his personality but lets just roll with it 

Warnings:cursing and a slight spice into the mix but mostly just fluff

Osamu

- Ngl he loves it

- the two of you guys were in the kitchen makin somethin as usual yk, making and learning new recipes with your endearing boyfie

- you had to wait till the food is done do you can taste test the food  that just sprang hot from the oven

-not much goin on...just sitting next to each other like normal 

- until osamu decided to frantically run his fingers along the sides of your stomach

- you let a little giggle slide here and there..not much like i said 

- then fucking, he just fully on death griped onto you and tackled yo on the couch with him hovering you

- your laughter was growing heavier by the second since osamu was trying to get you to laugh more by tickling yo armpits

- y’all sounded like a fucking heard of elephants came into your house or something 

- or more like a heyna 

- even then he wont stop

- he wont stop till you beg him

- “’SAMUUUUHU, STAHAHAP pleeaswes—- BLehhHA i-i sahaid STAPPPHEEE”

- “only if you do what your told”

- “ANDDHA, what thAAAAEEttTtTtT??!?!”

- “do all of my laundry for this week, and also atsumu said he cant do his tonight so you’ll have to do his too~”

- godamn it why does osamu have this monotone face when he’s nearly killing you with tickles underneath him??

Tsukishima

- ^This is basically reacts towards to you asking him if he can tickle you

- alright lemme get you straight... doesnt everybody want to  get ticked from time to time cuz its bored as hell??

- only if he knew what’s its like to be tickled 

- so now you on your bed scrolling through tumblr ya know..the usual he comes with out you noticing tat his presence was basically around you 

- friendly reminder, he doesnt give a shit bout you actually dying cuz of laughter, drooling? Who tf cares, biting him of the laughing pain? Ouchies, but ok

- with out no fuckign warning,  he’s tickling the under of your chin and neck cuz its extra sensitive there

- fucking scared you to death instead of laughing to death

- i mean you asked for it so he wanted to make the most fo it becuase he’s a salty bitch that loves dinos and tickling you

- “TSUeekiiIiIiiiIiI WHAAA!” Your screaming literally almost broke ya godamn windows - “you asked for it moron, you wanted it didnt you? Why now complaining?”

- why does tsuki act like he ain’t doing something so sudden to ya??

- he ruins the godamn moment by slapping your ass and receiving a little squeak from you, and yet again another fuckign sudden action

- “dont just tell me to do it, tickle attacks always have to be a surprise. It’s a achievement if you survive my tickle attacks, i just have enough sense to stop becuase i dont want ally ou blood to go to your brain while doing so”

- dont tell me tsuki ain’t soft bean sometimes

Yamaguchi

-what did you do to deserve this

- do.not.tell.me yams isn’t the king of fucking tickles (I almost put ticksXD)

- but like hello do it a soft way yamaguchiiii

- he tends to tickle you a lot so its very common in yo relationship together

- but this night was something different... surprisingly it was during you wanting to watch a movie after the third time wathcing the same one

- the two of you cuddled on th couch with him spooning you 

- he had his fingers interlaced

- keyword: had

- and his hands were roaming were the ticklish spots were 

- he knows your body so well, especially your sensitive spots 

- before wandering his hands technically everywhere, you ddint really noticed it becuase it was 1. Out of habit from your bf always touching you becuase he loves your body, and 2. He’s always tickling you no matter what so your used to the affection that was thrown out at you

- he moves his hand to you tummy, exposing the skin from tugging the hem of your shirt, and buy yo belly 

- yams does this a lot too

- then he’s tapping your tum tum as a warning sign

- but you too focused on the movie that was playing

- and holy shit did you wanted to obliged that warning becuase he was just ripping frantically moving his pointer finger into yo navel

- making you laugh in the progress and beggin for him to stop, he completely ignored your request 

- by the time your hiccuping he moves on into another location on yo body 

- he goes smack dab in the middle of your chest and slowly but casually dancing his fingers upwards to reach your chin 

- your bear clawing his arm to immediately stop but he just wont budge

- “yaMAHAHA PLWEAHEASEZZZZZ sTahAaPpPpP MAH THROAHAOUT HARTSTTSZAH CAHSQUWEE” 

- “Nono baby”

Asahi

- he loves tickling you cuz he likes to see you smile cuz it makes his heart warm...but he doesn’t want to hurt you either 

- tickle attacks are pretty rare, but memorizing at the same time

- he kinda jus..engulfed you while cuddling 

- you asked if he can tickle you...and he has the most worrisome face on da planet 

- “well why would i do that?? What if i hurt you during the process?? I mean-”

- “babe, it’s okay, your not gonna hurt me by tickling me”

- “but what if i do”

- “istg your a fucking giant teddy bear”

-  “what do you mean by that?”

- “welp, idk you always worry if yo goons hurt somebody because of your broad shoulder or specific size”

- you let your fingers dance across his shoulders making him flinch by the sudden action

- oh how the tables have turned 

- for once in a fucking lifetime you let out his inner strength and fucking smirks like he’s gonna pull off something so sexy to only find him shimmering his fingers on your neck 

- okokok now its a two on, challenge fucking ACCPETED LIKE TWO FREAKING MONTHS AGO

- the both if your finger danced along the skin that until your guys’s fingers got numb, the two of you laughed and smiled your lil hearts out to one and the other 

- asahi pulled you into a hug that was really sweet after you had your fit of Giggles, and soon enough you guys went to sleep on top of each other from all the movement into the fight of the tickles

[docholligay]

Day 3: I’m Sorry. I do love you, you know.

All of HON HON HON is here. 2,300 words no one asked for!

Forgive and Remember

There was a knock at the door, and Athena’s announcement, and even when he heard it, it felt like it couldn’t be true. It was the worst fight he and Tracer had ever had. Come to think of it, it was the worst fight he had with anyone. He felt maybe for one moment what it was to hate someone you loved so intensely, that what he’d heard about the line between love and hate being so slim was far truer than he ever had believed. It was the first time he’d ever said he didn’t want her around. It was the first time it could ever have been true. 

Emily had been by that morning. Winston had started off arguing before she’d even said something, and Emily, in her quiet, good way, had simply listened to him rant and rae and rage before nodding and telling him he was right. Tracer was wrong. Cruelly so. But she would be by later, and Emily didn’t want that sprung on him. 

“Winston,” she said, “I didn’t come to tell you to forgive her. I only came to say she’s scared like I’ve never seen her. So if you turn her away, be kind at it.” She shook her head, “But you won’t.” 

“I might.” He’d grumbled. 

“No,” she’d stood then, putting her jacket, ‘You won’t.” 

He wanted to argue with her, holler and stamp his foot, but there was something in Emily that didn’t allow for that, something that surrounded her and forced you onto an even keel. She never rose her voice, and could even be described as mousy, sometimes, but when she said things with that perfect, quiet conviction, you knew they were true, however much a lie they sounded. 

“She’s scared?” it echoed in his head as he heard Tracer’s insistent knocking. 

“I think,” Emily headed for the door then that Winston was headed for now, “Telling us has made it a true thing.” 

WInston opened the door. There she was, as Athena had said. He stared at her a moment before reacting, a picture locked into his mind. It was strange, how he could know that there was so much different about her now, and yet she looked the same as he always remembered. Chestnut hair up at all angles from running her hand through it, freckles dotted across her nose like stars, her dark eyes bright and attentive, flitting about the entryway. Her smile did not quite have its normal boldness, but her chest was puffed out in a show of courage, that beat leather jacket furrowed and creased against the purple of her sweater. She held a box of Chinese takeout in her hands, and he could smell the shrimp. 

How he loved her. How he hated her. 

“Win?” She brightened her smile, “Can I--this isn’t even for me, just for you, thought I might buy me way in, right love? For old time’s sake?” 

He went to turn her away. “Of course you can come in.” Was what came out of his mouth. 

Tracer walked in the door, her usual bounce considerably smaller, and she put the takeout on the coffee table by the couch. She headed toward the kitchen and began to take down the plates, fishing the chopsticks out of the little cup where they lived by the sink. 

“Lena, forget the food.” 

Tracer turned, her hands full of soy sauce and serving devices. “It’s your favorite place. Even got those little doughnuts.” 

“You can’t buy me off, so don’t try.” 

“I’m not!” Tears sprung to her eyes, and she blinked them back. 

He had wanted to hurt her, and he had done it, and it didn’t feel nearly as wonderful as he thought it might. He had thought it would make everything feel more fair. It just made him feel mean, and ugly, and small. It made him feel like he was hurting his best friend, who was dying.

“I--”He tossed a hand in the air, ‘I know you aren’t. Emily told me you were upset.” 

“Em came by?” she slowly walked to the living room and set down the dishes, but did not wait for any answer, “I was. I am, really. Was trying to avoid this--It doesn’t matter, really.” She looked up at him and set her jaw fiercely, strengthening her voice, “I did it, and you ‘ave to decide if you can forgive me.” 

Winston shuffled into the living room and sat down on the couch, looking at her from across the coffee table. 

“Lena.”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to ask you some questions.”

“Right.”

“I need you to be honest with me. Not ‘don’t lie’,” he focused seriously on her, locking eyes, “Be as honest with me as you can possibly be.” 

Tracer nodded slowly. “All right, then.” 

Winston sat back. “How much longer do you have?” 

“I don’t know,” she gave a slight shake of her head, “Honest I don’t. Not sure Ang does. And I haven’t--we haven’t--properly given up, it’s only Ang--well her friend, really, ‘e’s rather running things, a neurologist, you see, more than Ang ever ‘as been--well, ‘e doesnt think it likely we’ll set it right in time. But who bloody knows what in time is? So I don’t know. Is the truth.” she shrugged and gave a small smile, ‘So honestly, if you look at it that way…”

“Lena,” he looked at her flatly, “Whatever you’re about to say, stop.” 

“Right.” She perched herself on the edge of the couch and rocked a little, staring at the ceiling as if she could fly right into it.  

“Who knows?”

“You, Emily, and Angela. That’s all.” 

“Okay,” he took a breath and pushed up his glasses, “Now, why did you lie--No, I’m not getting into that--why did you hide it from me?” 

Trracer gave a huff. “You’re always worrying over me, Win, why in the bloody name of England, Saint George, and the Angel and Crown would I possibly give you more of a reason to do that? Honestly though! 

Besides,” she stole a glance at him, “I’d been keeping that I was a bit off from you, since Fareeha and I was--you know--and I’d ‘ave ad to jump right to, ‘Leading professionals think I’m done for’ when I didn’t think it was that serious.” She stopped, ruffing her hand through her hair, “Or maybe I did think it was that serious. I feel like I knew the moment Moira did it, but I...this is hard to explain,” she leaned forward with a pitch and shook her finger at Winston, “and it genuinely is, I’m not putting you on. I’m not.” 

The silence hung as she tried to rearrange her thoughts. “It was like..do you remember when we was in Alberta? ‘Ow the storms would come in from far off, like a wall, almost? It was like that. I could see it, but it still felt like it might just...go round. I knew it was going to rain, but I didn’t know it would be like this. I don’t know. I’m trying, Win, really I am.” 

“You didn’t want me to worry. You kept this from me,” his voice took an edge, “all for my sake?” 

“No, didn’t say that,” she shook her head fiercely, “Want to ‘ear the selfish truth of it? You worry, yeah, and it can be just smothering. You were inspecting me like Fareeha does a pressed suit, after Moira, and I got tired of being treated like I’s made of china. So as soon as I got well enough to ‘ide it, I did.” She leaned forward, “I ‘ave always lived me life to the bloody ‘ilt. So when things started to crumble a bit, I kept it ‘idden, because I didn’t want to spend me life being asked if I was up for something, or didn’t I need to go to bed, telling people not to tire me. I like the way I live, is the truth, and I didn’t want to be responsible for ‘ow you felt about it.” 

“Sorry that I care about you.”

“Oh, get off the bloody cross, Win.” She scowled. “You asked me, and that isn’t fair.” 

Winston considered a moment. “No. It wasn’t. But neither were you.” 

“Not defending meself just now. Only asking you to listen.” 

They sat for a few moments, Tracer at her end of the couch, fidgeting quietly and looking around the room, Winston sitting in the corner of it where they so often sat together and watched movies, the Chinese food growing cold on the table in front of them. He watched her for a few seconds, until her eyes met his, and his voice choked a little. 

“Does it hurt?” 

“Not at all,” Tracer rushed off her edge of the couch and took him by the shoulder, shaking her head, “I’d ‘ardly notice, really, most of the time. Now,” she looked at him seriously, ‘In the name of honesty, I ‘ave no earthly idea what will ‘appen. But,” she perked back up, “I mean, it could just be that I’ll drop dead one day, and that wouldn’t be so bad, right? As endings go? So don’t lose too much sleep over me, love, because it’s really nothing, in the day to day.” 

“Yet.” He reached up and put his hand on her, letting his thumb rub across her cheek. “I wish you would have told me.”

“I tried. So many times. Honest I did.” 

He sighed heavily, and shook his head, withdrawing his hand and adjusting his glasses. 

“I have to move on from this, because I don’t want to waste what time you have left being angry with you. I love you too much for that. I would regret it forever. But, Lena, I am having a hard time forgiving you. You have put me in a terrible position. You,” he sighed, “You stole my right--no, my time, you stole my time to be mad at you. I don’t have it anymore.”

“Well, if I’d told you straight off, you wouldn’t be cross with me. So you wouldn’t need any.” 

“I’m trying--”

“Joking! Joking. RIght, maybe not the best time for it.” She snuggled up under his arm and lay against him. “I am sorry, really I am. I’ve been miserable the last few months, if that ‘elps.. I do love you, you know.” 

“I know you do.”

“Can you forgive me?”

“Maybe. But,” he set his cheek on the top fo her head, “I’m letting it go for now, is all I promise. Just, I know I make you crazy sometimes, but, Lena you have to promise me you won’t hide things from me anymore. Not about this. It’s not fair.”

“RIght, right, I know you’re right. It’s only--let me set me own limits. I’ll say when I’ve ‘ad enough, or I need you, but you must let me be the one to decide.”

A long sigh. “Okay.”

“And--” She scooted away a little bit, and turned to look up at him. “Please don’t tell anyone else.” 

The hair on the back of his neck bristled. “Are you kidding me right now? Do you learn anything?” 

“Please, Win.” she clasped her hands in front of her chest, “ It’s enough I ‘ave to deal with ‘ow I feel about it, I can’t deal with everyone else, as well, promise I’ll tell them just not--not yet. Please.” 

Winston stared at her. “When?”

“At some point,” she said softly, giving a weak smile, ‘in the future.” 

“You are,” he closed his eyes, “so infuriating. Are you determined to get into a fight with everyone who’s ever loved you? And Pharah needs to--well--in time you’ll--”

“Oh,” Tracer grabbed a box from the table, “I’ll be turning it over to ‘ana. I’ve decided it, Fareeha doesn’t ‘ave to. Considerate, me. Rangoon?” 

“Lena, I love you. I need you to stop being flippant about this.” 

Tracer set down the box. “Win, let me tell you something,” she rubbed her hands together thoughtfully, “me whole life, I’ve whistled in the dark. It’s not as I don’t know what’s ‘appening. I do live in me body, and I notice more than anyone. But I can’t linger on the shadow of it. That isn’t me. I must, if nothing else, be meself to the end of it.” She looked up at Win, “I’ve told Ang you can ask ‘er anything, and she ‘as me permission to tell you. But--it’ll be me wedding in a fortnight-- I need think more about ‘ow to live the rest of me life, than ‘ow to die, just now.”

It was then that Winston saw what Emily had seen. That slim, cold line of fear at the edge of her, that little hummingbird beat of wings against a glass pane, the slight panic in her voice, even her laugh like light through a window on a winter’s night. He had spent so long thinking of her as the brave one, of the two of them, that he had forgotten she could be shaken. He had forgotten she had plenty of her own monsters lurking in the dark. 

How he loved her. How hard it was to hate her for long. How strangely easy it was to remain so furious with her, and want so deeply to hold her tight against that encroaching darkness.

“I won’t tell anyone,” He took a crab rangoon off the table, “But you should. If you want me to help you tell--”

“I know.” 

He touched her shoulder. “If Pharah finds out on her own, she’ll kill you.” He smiled. “She hates surprises.” 

“Yeah,” Tracer let out a laugh, “bet that isn’t in ‘er little binder of plans, is it? Can’t wait to see the bloody look on ‘er face when she realizes ‘er desire to captain the ship alone ‘as finally come to. Bit of a cat’s pa--.” 

Winston wrapped his arms around her and held her tight against him, closing his eyes, the truth of it all hitting him so deeply in the moment he thought, for once, he might be granted the humanity of actual tears. Tracer hugged him back, softly whispering reassurances that barely came through the cloudiness of his mind. 

It didn’t matter how much time he’d been given. 

It would never be enough.

[plusultrachaos]

kirishima is known as one of the most caring people of 1a.

like no matter how low on energy he is, no matter if hes got his own shit going on, he is there for anybody. hes there trying to support someone when theyre having a rough day. one of the girls having a bad cramp day? hes there trying to help them feel comfortable and getting them ice cream. someone over used their quirk? hes helping them recover for that.

its not often that his own energy, his level of helping others gets low. or at least low enough to warrant him to tell someone no, he cant help today.

when it does happen, he is holed up in his room, curled into a blanket. he gets a text from someone saying tey need a muscly manly man to come help with something. he works up just enough energy to pull himself out of bed, make it to his door and go downstairs just to see some of his classmates tryif to rearrange the living room again. he leaves to go back to his room without another word.

qn hour or so later he goes for food and someone asks him to help with somethinf and he says no. he tells them he cant. the person doesnt understand and keeps trying to get him to do somethinf and he just cracks. and yells for them to stop. and they do.

hes got like this pent up anger for some reason and is huffing and leaves the room just to run into someone else askinfg for help and he just stops and looks at them and oes "no. dont ask again. i do not care" and finishes his retreat.

he holes himself up in his room fo the rest of the day.

him and bakugou usually have study dates later in the day and when kirishima doesnt show up, bakugou doesnt take it good. hes been stood up and doesnt understand why, hasnt heard anything from the redhead that doesnt shut up. he overhears someone planning to surprise kiri because he seemed upset and didnt want to help.

bakugou takes this knowledge and starts making kirishimas favorite food, doesnt share anything with his classmates and jusy leaves. he goes to kiris room and when he gets a "go away. deal with it yourself" he goes in and sees kiri cuddled to his shark plush.

"go away."

"i was told to deal with it, shitty hair."

"go away"

baku sits at kiris desk and pops a piece of meat into his mouth.

"i mean it bakugou. go away."

kiri looks to be getting upset again and baku doesnt make any move to leave just eats another piece of meat. and like any rubber band strung too far he breaks and yells. "i dont fucking care what you need or want bakugou. just leave me alone." he has tears running down his face and bakugou just stares, eyes a little wide. he sets the food onkiris bed and goes to the door.

"at some point, Boulder head, you have to let somebody help you. you cant help everybody all the fucing time dumbass"

and kiri just watches him leave shocked before breaking down more

bakugou gets a text the next morning "thank you, bakubro. the meat was good."

[shunchitaro]

(Hello guyss!! Welcome to my first post! I hope you enjoy❤️)

Haikyuu x Y/N (one-shot) "Unknowingly Shifted"

you were in your room. you were stressed and tired of school and you just wanted to sleep. plus, you had a blinding headache that wouldn't go away. so you closed your eyes and went to sleep.

few seconds later you feel that your bed doesnt feel warm anymore, it felt cold. You opened your eyes and suddenly jumped to see a boy in front of you

?: what the- who the heck are you and how are you here? he says

i look at him closely. why do i recognize him? blonde hair, deep brown eyes...wait one sec-

"tsukishima…?" you say. his eyes widen and he sits up, you do the same.

How do you know my name? i barely even know you! no scratch that, i dont know you at all!

your heart shattered hearing those words. He was only a character in Haikyuu, an anime with characters that never existed. but you didnt know how painfully salty he could actually be. you take a deep breath and calm yourself down.

"well lets start off introducing ourselves then. Im Y/N L/N..but everyone calls me N/N. what about you?" you say. you already know who he is, but you decide to ask, to calm him down

Tsukishima Kei. now please, get out of my room. Honestly how the heck did you get here? he snaps.

"i dont know. i was lying in my bed when i felt my atmosphere was different" you say

he looks at you. his deep brown eyes piercing into yours, digging into them..trying to uncover anything you might be hiding.

"You might want to make that a little more clear, i dont speak alien" he says, folding his arms.

you paused for a moment. how could you explain? you are real, he isnt. hes just a character, you are an actual human. you inhale then exhale deeply, calming yourself down, trying not to cry

"im a real person. and you...you are just someone in a non-existent world that i wished existed. I have known you for a terribly long time from behind a screen and i've been dying for this moment to actually see your face infront of me and not on the screen. now, do you understand?" you say calmly.

he stares at you, clearly lost for words.

"Im..not real…?" he asks.

you nod. "in my world, that is. But in this world you pretty much exist to everybody." you say.

you feel a weird sensation in your body, and for some reason, you know its a feeling that will wake you up. you start to break down.

"wh-why are you..crying..?" he asks

you look at him. "it's almost time for me to go, tsukishima. I have to wake up and go back to my world or everyone will think im dead." you say.

"so this all is just...in your dream?" he asks. you nod slowly.

"this is a dream i dont want to wake up from, Tsukishima. I've always wanted this moment, to have this kind of feeling. but this feeling never lasts long, and i will have to wait a long time for this to happen again. I dont wanna leave just yet, but i have to" you say, tears flowing down your cheeks now.

he picks up something from his desk and puts it in the palm of your hand and closes it tight

"well you better wake up. people are waiting for you out there in this world you talk about. and to be honest with you, i dont want you to leave me either. i want you to stay, but i know thats never gonna happen" he says. you look up at him and realize that he is in tears too.

"Go back Y/N. your family needs you. Wake up. wake up for me. I will never forget about you y/n. i promise you. thank you for this moment" he whispers, and he smiles a small smile, something you've never seen him do before.

"i cant say goodbye tsukishima. its...hard." you whisper. you feel the tingling senses in your body get stronger, and tsukishima kei gets blurry, and you know you are waking up.

"then...say hello. and please, call me Kei." he says before hugging you.

less than 20 seconds later, you gasp and sit up, back in your room. you are upset to see you woke up when you feel something in your hand. you open it to see it was a dinosaur keychain, and you half laughed, half cried. his last words echoed in your head.

"Then...say hello. and please, call me Kei." before you can fo anything else, you can hear your name being called and that it was time for dinner. you grasp the dino keychain in your hand as you stand up. then, you attach it to your keychain on your desk.

"hello...kei" you say, and run down for dinner

i'm sorry if this was bad! It's my first time making a post like this TvT. if you have any requests you may ask! I will make stories when Im free. Thats all byeee!❤️

[honey-makki]

It was a normal day for Ashleigh Styleson. Walking to school and zoning out for a few hours. The end of the day was not what I expected at all. Instead of sitting at my desk doing homework I was tied up in the storage room of a gym.

Today I was kidnapped by older (and very sexy) men?

I don;t know why they took me, I don’t even kow who they are. One of them is tallish and blonde and looks like he would play troy bolton in a remake of high school musical. He keeps staring at me and im nervous that my bright blue jeans and band tee paired with my knee high converse aren’t cute enough for him.

Maybe they wont want me anymore, i wondered. my doubt was quickly replaced when three more men walked in the room. One had blonde hair tied back with a headband and i could just tell he was in charge by the bde he had. The other two were meeker and didn’t really catch my eye, a tall skinny nervous blonde and the only brunette.

“Who are you”

Don’t worry about who we are baby girl just what we can do for you.

“Do for me?”

The one in charge laughed. “Maybe if u are good enough we will let you go home. smothing tells me you are a bad girl tho, maybe its the outfit you are wearing”

My parents did hate this outfit, they said it was too eddgy but i didn’t want to be the preppy bithc of their dreams. No i am hardcore. Punk through and through and obviously these men could tell.

Would that be my escape or downfall?

Do they think my confidence is sexy or annoyin??

a/n definitely sexy. she is so confident and no one can fuck w her

“Do you want to listen to music” he doesnt let me answer before using pandora to open up a one direction station, “hows this”

My eyes almost roll out of my head, “im more of a.. Um 5sos person.. A person w taste”

a/n i don’t hate 1d but being a 1d stan?? couldn;t be me (◔_◔)

Of course you are, because i also love them, and he quickly switches to the beter station.

I can’t help but start to dance in my too tight biinds when good girls play out from his phone.

“If i untine you, will you dance fro us like a good girl?”

Only f you tell me why i’m here

Depends on how good you dance. Theres a daring glint in his eyes and ive never been one to back down from a challenge.

The song flows through ym body and i cant help the way my hips mve in a seductive circle, his eyes zeroed in on my rainbow studded belt. Suddenlyan idea sparks in my mind.

I might be punk but that doesn’t mean i don’t learn tiktok dances at night for fun. Its one of the only things i can do when my mom grounds me and takes my laptop away. Idk why she doesn’t take my phone but its not like i have a ton fo friends to text anyways

It’s not the right song but i think the moves to the savage dance will work well enough. If i sing savag in ym head i can keep on beat and maybe he’ll like my dance moves. I can’t see how the others stare at my ass while i put on a show for the man in front of me but i wouldn’t care anyways.

When i finish he walks up and whispers in my ear, “those moves aren’t necessarily what i would call good, you wouldnt want your mom to see you shaking your ass infront of a grown men woul you?”

Well i do what i want so if i want to be sexy in front of you then i will. A pout is evident on my face but i take the time hes laughing to check him out in front of me. Hes bigger then all the boys in my grade and theres a warm tingling in my tummy that i don’t recognize.

One fo the men speaks up behind me and says, “ we took you because you are hot.” i blush unwillingly at the compliment from an attractive older man, “and we want you to stay with us” says another.

I pause, leaving ym life behind? The pink bedroom walls and strict annoying parents and school? And instead i get to live with four ripped men who think im sexy and cool? Easiest decison of my life

“Am i living in this gym? Because i need at least a shower and bed and i dont’ see any of that hear..

“Don’t worry kitten you can come bck to our place and sleep in anyone’s bed you want.”

---

Maybe geting kidnapped isn’t the worst thing thats ever happend to me/ now i dont have to do my math homework and i can probably have my first kiss with one fo these hot dudes.

they take me to thier apartment above a store and before the door even closes the man has his warm muscle shoved down my throat. i don’t know alotbout jissng but i felt like we skipped a few steps! but when the next man came up he’s much gentle with me and it wasn’t long before i was confident and our tongues battles for dominance

the second pair of hands moving on my body from behind only spurred me on to pull the first one even closer. not to mention he was super hot.

the man still at the door had a dark glean in his eyes and commanded me to strip. everyone else looked at me bungryily and i felt like the power shifted in my favor and that my feminine wiles would get me anything i wanted.

maybe i could get used to living like this

a/n this was a dream i had and i wish it was realll!1! where are my sexy men!!!

a real a/n: this is part of the miki mouse whore house collab! check the others out here

[inspriredlyuninspired]

The Stalker 

Part 5 

Modern!Ivar x Curvy!Reader. Able-bodied!Ivar, Dark!Ivar. 

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, stalking, panic attack.  

Summary: Y/n finds out who Ivar is, she is terrified that her life is in danger. She does not know if she should bring it up now. But she feels uneasy. 

Word count: 2,025

Third Person POV 

Y/n’s eyes went wide when she saw the door start to open. She looked behind her for signs of Ivar, but she could hear him still in the kitchen. She quickly slides into the office, closing the door behind her. 

She tuns the lights on and looks around, it just looks like a normal office, the nerves in her stomach went away when she went over to the bookshelf looking through the thousands of books he seemed to have. She was about to leave, felling stupid for being suspicious. However, something caught her eye on top of his desk, there was a picture of her. 

The nerves started to grow again, she walked over and gently picked it up. It was a picture of her on a run. 

‘How the hell did he get this?’ She thought. She saw multiple envelopes labeled, “My Little Dove”. She knew those letters were about or for her. She saw a stack of papers about Danish exports, ‘oh great one thing he didnt actually lie to me about’ she thought. 

Luckily she didn’t look through those papers, a picture of her was hidden in there. One night Y/n was changing in front of her window, Ivar thought he had hit the jackpot. Seeing her in just her bra and panties made hime go wild, that picture was tucked away for safe keeping. 

Y/n walked around the desk, and a gasp left her lips. She saw a board with an astonishing amount of pictures of her on it. She looked through them all, she doesnt understand how he got these, unless he had taken them himslef.

At the bottom corner of the board a small piece of paper with the words 

“one day i’ll be your man, not your stalker”

Y/n felt her chest tightening up, she couldnt breath. She could feel the panic attack coming. Thinking of what Ivar could want with her. ‘Does he want to hurt me? Kill me? Kidnap me?’ her thoughts quickly went from what he was going to do to her, to ‘Everyone in my life wants to hurt me. My parents, every friend i ever had and now my first boyfriend.’ She felt betrayed, Ivar had finally made her feel wanted and accepted. When everyone told her something was wrong with you, he told her he was proud of her for what she overcame. 

Y/n quickly left the room and walked into Ivar’s room. Her breathing was so fast paced but, she couldn’t get enough air to her lungs. Her knees buckled and she was now curled up on the groun in the fetal position, trying to calm herself, she was too in her head she did not even hear Ivar calling for her. 

Ivar callled for her but when she didn’t respond he skipped down the hallway looking fo her. 

“Y/n! Little dove its time for dinner! Are you all ready for some movies and cuddles because i know i am-Y/N!” he quickly ran to her side. 

“Little dove what’s wrong?” he was s confused, she was totally fine when he left her to shower. With her hair still being damp he did not think that she had left his room yet, let alone that she found out the biggest secret that he has ever needed to keep. 

“i--i-- ca-can-can’t Bre-breathe” Ivar immediately recognized that she was having a panic attack. He scooped her up into his arms and held her there, close to him. He had read that holding someone having a panic attack can help. After a while it did help, her breathing returned to normal. 

The strength in her body was gone, otherwise she would have pushed herself off of him. She was laying on his chest as he ran his hand through her hair, his back was leaning against the foot of the bed. 

He moved her slightly, and stood up, following by picking her up. He wrapped her legs around his waist and she responded by wrapping her arms around his neck. She had a stone cold look on her face. ‘If he was going to kill me might as well not fight it’ she thought. 

But he was never going to hurt her, thats the part she did not know. 

“you need to get something in yout tummy little dove, lets eat and then we will lay down okay?” Ivar said, in a sweet little voice, not wanting to be overbearing in this delicate moment. All Y/n did was nod her head against his shoulder. 

He sat her down at the table, he sat down next to her. He began to eat but she couldnt bring herself to eat. She felt terrible for seeming ungreatful, he had cooked a beautiful meal and here she was pushing it around on her plate like a child. 

But finding out the man that is now your boyfriend has been stalking you for months tends to make you lose your appetite. 

“What is wrong baby? You havent eaten anything. Do you not like it?-” 

“No Ivar its wonderful. Thank you, i was just in my head thats all.” she gave hime a fake smile and started to eat. Even though she had reason to not want to please him,  she never wanted anyone to feel bad for their kind act. She knows how that feels and wouldn’t wish it on her worst enemies. 

After they ate, Y/n offered to do the dishes so Ivar could shower. He pepered little kisses all over her face, she smiled at them, even let out a little giggle. But remebering the situation at hand her giggles went silent and her smile instantly went away. 

As she did the dishes, she thought of how she was going to bring this up to him, or what she was going to do. 

She was thinking of ways she could talk about this with him, while he was in the shower worrying about her. He knew that she dealt with anxiety but his heart broke seeing her like that. As well as seeing how much her anxiety attack took out of her, how it exhausted her, he wanted nothing more than to take that pain from her and deal with it for her. 

After he got out of the shower he threw on a pair of sweatpants and started making his way out to the kitchen to see her again. It had become habit to jiggle the handle of his office just to make sure its locked, but when he did it and saw it was unlocked his heart dropped to his stomach. 

She knew. She knew everything. ‘Why the fuck was the door not locked?’ He thought to himself.  

His heart was racing as he walked into the kitchen, he was going to let her bring it up first. If she hadn’t seen the pictures he didn’t want ot expose himself. 

“Hi little dove, thank you for cleaning the kitchen it looks beautiful.” 

He wrapped her arms around her and kissed her head, she didn’t melt into him like she normally did.

“lets go sit down and talk about what’s going on baby” He meant talking about her anxiety, but she had differrent plans.

They sat down, Ivar threw y/n’s legs over his lap and had a sweet smile looking at her. He thought that he was going to lose her, the same day that she became his. His world was crumbling to his feet. 

“Ivar, i have a question for you, and please be honest with me.” 

“of course baby, anything.” 

“Did you stalk me? im sorry i went into your office, im sorry for being nosy but then i saw a picture of me and then a lot more pictures and then letters for me, i didn’t read them i just saw “Litle Dove” on them and i assumed they were written to me, its just why did you do that.” she rambled because she was nervous, and she felt the tears formming in her eyes. 

Ivar let out a sigh, he never envisioned this happening. 

“yes, i did but i can explain.” 

“HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THAT IVAR?!?!” Y/n screamed, she stood up wanting to be away from him. 

“Little Dove please sit down so we can talk about this.”

“why should i? what do you want with me, if you want to kill me just do it already. Everyone who i think is going to be good in my life just wants to hurt me. so please get it over with.” 

“Y/N SIT THE FUCK DOWN.” Ivar screamed, Y/n jumped when she heard it. He had told her that he had anger issuses but she never thought that he would scream at her. She sat down not wanting to hear him yell again. 

Ivar felt bad for having to yell, he knew she was very sensitive to yelling because of her past. But he needed ot explain himslef for everything.

“Little Dove, i will never hurt you. That’s part of the reason i did it. I wanted to protect you, but you didn’t know me yet. I’m sorry that it happened like that. I saw you running and i thought you were the most beautiful person i have ever seen. I knew from that day that i had to make you mine. I just never had the courage to talk to you, i wanted to impress you. You know how i told you that i was hated as a child, by everyone. I would not be able to recover from you rejecting me. So i thought i would admire you from afar.” 

“Ivar that is no excuse for stalking me. My privacy feels invaded, i don’t know what you saw and what you haven’t. What do you know about me?”

“Well, almost everything.” 

Y/n nodded as the tears ran down her cheeks. Ivar looked down knowing that she was going to leave. 

“I know that i messed my chances with you completely up. I just want you i had no intntion of hurting you in any way. I wanted to protect you from anything that could hurt you. I wanted to be your guard dog, from your parents, from your personal battles. I have never met a person more perfect than you. Becasue i know you are going to leave, i just need you to know that i love you.” 

There were tears now streaming down his cheeks, he was losing the girl who made his life brighter, the most precious creature to him. 

“Ivar you made me feel valid for my feelings, and now i am questioning if that is genuine.”  “My feelings for you have always been genuine, everything i have said to you has been genuine-”

“How you weren’t showing me your office because it was dirty? what else do i need to know?” 

“Thats the only secret i have, i promise.” 

“its getting late i should probably go home.” Y/n said while staring to walk towards Ivar’s room. 

“Y/n please no, please don’t leave i cant lose you.” Ivar begged, he grabbed her hand and held it close to his heart. 

“Little dove, its storming really bad, please stay the night.” 

“fine. But do not touch me in bed.” Y/n crawled into bed and turned her back towards Ivar’s side of the bed. They laid there in complete silence, y/n facing the wall and Ivar looking at her. Neither of them could sleep. Not after the conversation that they just had. Ivar broke the silence by asking.

“Little dove? i have a question.” 

“what is it Ivar?” her voice was still innocent and sweet but she did sound like she was crying. 

“I have a family party this weekend, in Denmark. If you will come with me and just pretend that you like me, you can leave and press charges against me. I won't fight you on it.” 

“Okay, and for the record i don’t have to pretend that i have feelings for you. I am falling in love with you. That is what is making this so much harder for me.” 

To be continued.......

Taglist: @youbloodymadgenius​ @lostgirl14480​

[if-the-crown-fits-translate-it]

Discord pt 64

[Date: 08/03, 6.01 AM - 08/03, 6.32 AM GMT]

[Direct continuation from pt 63]

[CW: Manipulation, stalking]

C R O W N: “are you all happier without me?”

Maxwell: “yes”

C R O W N: “...”

fetch: “we might be, yeah.”

C R O W N: “...”

Marcus: “...guys”

fetch: “just get out of here, dammit”

C R O W N: “i see”

Maxwell: “leave”

Marcus: “Baron and prince and lizzy are still with him”

jayyyyyyyy: “yeah, but theyre not in the court”

Marcus: “They are jay”

jayyyyyyyy: “crowns lost so much power. rescuing the others will be childsplay”

Marcus: “They’re still there”

Little-K1ng: “this is a weird vibe, just 3 dudes in my living room. i hope you guys know i have like, a bed and then a couch and also a floor”

Maxwell: “i call the floor”

Marcus: “That just makes him stronger”

Marcus: “Less people to control”

Little-K1ng: “floor is now called for, fetch can have the bed, and marcus gets couch i guess!”

Maxwell: “i can sleep anywhere man i used to sleep on the floor for fun as a kid!”

Little-K1ng: “zero porch sleepers, PLEASE,”

C R O W N: “I'm sorry. I just wanted to give Ranboo a happy family.”

Maxwell: “no you didnt bitch”

fetch: “just get OUT”

Maxwell: “that aint how a family works”

fetch: “get these squirrels out of my fuckin yard”

C R O W N: “...fine”

Marcus: “Do you remember what I said when this family asked about my thoughts on Dream?”

C R O W N: “yes”

Maxwell: “....i forgot how much of a dogboy you were fetch, heh...nice to see ya again man”

Little-K1ng: “[calling out of my front door to the street] ay fuck off pal not tonight”

fetch: “Pff, you too ya little rat”

Marcus: “I would like to change my answer.”

Marcus: “You are no better than Dream. You are no different than the man who you described as a horrible person. You are no savior.”

C R O W N: “...”

Marcus: “You are a coward.”

Maxwell: “ey i may be little but i can bite your kneecaps”

C R O W N: “...

:(”

Little-K1ng: “okay so i cant believe how not surprised i am but.... at the moment maxwell... theres orange juice in the fridge and cookies in the pantry (they're oatmeal raisin for your Health), if "someone" (you) starts bleeding again just sit and chill”

Little-K1ng: “but definitely get at those snacks”

Maxwell: “thanks man, sorry for barging in”

Marcus: “...what the hell are we wearing?”

Little-K1ng: “nah its all good ill be in a better mood once these bad boys! [holds out 2 excedrin] actually kick in”

Marcus: “WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HAIR”

Maxwell: “THATS WHAT I WANNA KNOW”

fetch: “I dunno man but hey max, you look good in a skirt”

Little-K1ng: “i mean you do suit the skirt”

Maxwell: “IM IN A SKIRT AND WHILE I DONT MIND SKIRTS ITS BEEN A WHILE MAN”

Maxwell: “.........hUh”

Marcus: “How the hell did I run in demonias what the fuck”

Maxwell: “i mean ive got combat boots so thats good but seriously man how the fuck did you run in those”

Marcus: “My hair isn’t supposed to be short”

fetch: “Okay you rock the demonias but are your ankles okay”

Little-K1ng: “yall are so fashionable i am almost not going to offer better clothes”

fetch: “...

Ow

ow ow ow

gys

watchdogs”

Little-K1ng: “wh?”

fetch: “gdox”

Maxwell: “i know ive got a button up on but not having a cloak or sweater of somesort feels horrid”

Marcus: “Fetch?”

fetch: “ow

gdoc”

[Crown edited onto the google doc: "I'm sorry i'll be good just please come back i don't want to lose anyone else it hurts i already lost tommy and now you all left me please come back please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please"]

Maxwell: “AW SHIT HERE WE GO AGAIN”

Marcus: “Fuck”

fetch: “hes tampering”

dreaming: “fetch you okay?”

Little-K1ng: “woah dude hey hey sit its okay just sit”

Little-K1ng: “the doc...”

Maxwell: “uh oh”

fetch: “ow ow wh at the fu c k”

Maxwell: “the fuck happened to tommy what is he on about”

Little-K1ng: “WOAH okay so fetch just hit the floor”

Maxwell: “shit fetch you okay”

Marcus: “Fuck, do you have tissues? His nose is bleeding”

Little-K1ng: “AH AH HEY UH HELP ME uh hes bleeding flip him over”

Little-K1ng: “hes bleeding a lot dont let him drown”

Maxwell: “oh god okay”

Little-K1ng: “cmon recovery position dont you know that?? ok”

Marcus: “Yeah of course”

Maxwell: “dont lay him down yeah he'll choke on  the blood if we do”

Little-K1ng: “okay hes good just. drooling blood onto the floor okay, thats, ew, but not the first time”

Little-K1ng: “oh yeah the doc huh? okay that alteration must have really hurt”

A random Spark: “It was a big one, a whole page”

Little-K1ng: “oh ouch”

Maxwell: “so should we try to leave it for now for fetch to fix when he wakes up to not hurt him more?”

Little-K1ng: “okay, note to self, buy more excedrin

this weeks trauma is sponsored by excedrin”

Maxwell: “what the shit happened to tommy?”

jayyyyyyyy: “tommy died??”

Maxwell: “HE WHAT”

jayyyyyyyy: “I DONT KNOW??”

Maxwell: “I WAS GONE FOR LIKE A DAY”

Little-K1ng: “yeah uh, he kinda, look ok yall can explain that and ill just. try to clean this up”

Mothbo: “Max, it's been much longer than a day.”

Maxwell: “what”

Little-K1ng: “a... a day ??”

Marcus: “...max”

Maxwell: “how...long has it been”

boo: “a month or so”

Maxwell: “god my head hurts this is too much to process”

Little-K1ng: “hahaa,, yeah no you've never met me, its been an awful lot longer than that, look, we've had a long night, the sprinklers are staying on overnight, just sit and we can get some sleep, yeah? ill stay with fetch and make sure he doesnt choke”

Little-K1ng: “ill get you the snacks and you can recover from the blood loss, sound good?”

Marcus: “I can um”

Maxwell: “thanks so much man...”

Marcus: “I can stay up and help these two, I basically took care of them back at the-

You know”

Maxwell: “okay...tomorrow....yall havge a  lto og explaining to fo”

Marcus: “You don’t look well, Mona you should rest”

Maxwell: “im going to slepw nihgt fucekrs ha....its good to be back”

Little-K1ng: “i appreciate the concern, good night marcus. nice to meet you :)”

Marcus: “It’s uh, nice to meet you too

Goodnight”

Mothbo: “rest well, Max. Please stay safe okay? We missed ya”

Maxwell: “course....”

[jayyyyyyyy: “have a nice first night free marcus! :]”]

Marcus: “...thank you”

Chat: “...”

katichu (derogatory): “Chat?”

jayyyyyyyy: “hi, chat. you maybe wanna take off your crown, mate?”

Chat: “You know what? I really don't care anymore. I should've known who you all really were when you first showed your true colors by being so hateful to crown and the family. You're all nothing to me :) And guess what? I'm completely fine with that!!”

A random Spark: “We made our choice”

Chat: “Yep! And I've made mine, and I'm completely fine with knowing that I've done nothing but right by Crown, and that none of this is my fault and I'm not to blame for anything and I haven't done anything wrong and it's perfectly fine and I'm okay!!”

Chat: “I know you never cared about me anyway. You don't need to keep saying it. I have my family and I'm h a p p y n o w”

[jayyyyyyyy: “We do care about you. We're also all tired as fuck.”]

Chat: “Right.”

Chat: “I'll be leaving now. Thank you for nothing.”

[msiopao]

Nobi with the Members

WORLDWIDE HANDSOME

‘eomma!!!’

one yell from her and jin’s running in with a spatula, ready to beat the kids

thinks a lot of her outfits are revealing but gave up after nobi told him to stop complaining to the stylists

cooking buddies

feeds into jin’s ego at being handsome

‘kim seokjin? no. art? yes.’

babies nobi TOO much

even though she’s literally 24, he still treats her like she’s 12

thinks she can do no wrong and sees her as an angel

but nobi is such a bad influence

‘my hair is bothering my eyes and it makes me want to just cut if off’

*nobi handing him scissors* ‘do it’

constantly telling him that his dancing is perfect bc jin is insecure about the lack of his ability :(

even though he’s a better dancer than most

nobi tries to get him riled up so he talks all weird

the one who is actually genuinely tickled with jin’s jokes

eatjin’s legendary moments always have jin and nobi in it

goes to his hotel room just because he always has food and jin doesn’t have it in him to refuse her

the one who nags nobi the most regarding her eating

just her mom periodt

TONGUE TECHNOLOGY

gets hyper when nobi messes around

incredibly and ridiculously protective of her

helps her go through rough times as her therapist

yoongi mumbles under his breath and nobi is usually the only one who hears and will laugh as he curses someone quietly

nobi’s sense of humor is the closest with his

nap times are their bonding times

also composing

army always amazed bc nobi is the only who gets yoongi on crack mode

nobi always pinches his cheeks and she shrieks when he does that cute awkward smile

nobi absolutely flipped out when yoongi got really sick

always seeks yoongi’s approval so he’s the first one to see her lyrics

doesnt beat around the bush w it

if its bad, needs improvement

if its good, its the BEST LYRICS HES EVER READ

nobi hides her feelings well and he’s the only one who can get her to open up

during bst era, she hit her lowest

yoongi got very concerned and when she did finally talk, his heart just broke in half

she hates the fact that she can’t be the daughter her parents wanted

she hates the fact that she’s weak and breaks down easily

she hates the fact that she’s seen as a whore because she’s surrounded by boys she calls her brothers 24/7

she hates the fact that everything about her is considered wrong

that talk got them really close and yoongi makes it mission everyday to see her genuine and pretty smile

he lives for her happiness

uwu

HOBI

‘WELCOME TO THE HOBI NOBI SHOW!’

puppies

nobi hugs him a lot

whenever he dances, nobi has this look in her eyes that looks like hobi is the stars and the universe

both of them are the ones who keep the group’s mood up and tries to prevent fights

even when they’re tired from practice, they still smile and yells ‘hwaiting!’

while hobi is just a moodmaker in general,

nobi does it bc she hates confrontation and gets uncomfortable so she just blurts it out

nobi’s also a dancer so her and hobi dance ALL THE TIME

vlives w them are always filled with laughter and teasing

‘everyone, nobi just fell after hitting that spin’

‘YAH! NO I DIDNT!’

hobi is known to be a choroegrapher and nobi puts her input here and there and boom!

tbh idk why they even have a professional choreographer in the first place

hobi is a trained singer so nobi asks him to sing for her constantly

hes happy to oblige

armys live for the moments of them in run bts or vlives bc they have this vibe or bond that is just something you wished you had

JOONIE-HYUNG!

‘NOBI WATCH OUT!’

they’re the philosophical duo

nobi loves poetry and literature in general bc she tends to think really deeply 

their bonding time is those deep talks

as their leader, nobi goes to him for confirmation or approval for a lot of things

she’s always having english lessons w him and he tries his best to teach her so she could speak to int-army

bts calls them the clumsiest bc of joon’s usual clumsiness but nobi is always looking out for him so she doesnt pay attention to her surroundings and runs into something too

she loves his studio and hangs out the most even though joon’s always telling her to stay away

props up her feet on that fortune dollar table of his

when he speaks english in interviews, she watches him with a smile on her face

her dad

pats her head when she walks over to him

her and jimin crashes his vlives all the time 

there’s nothing in the world that changes the way she sees joonie

to her, she’ll always be the joonie who welcomed her to their group even though she was a brat at first

thats another story for next time

now she respects him so much and he’s probably the one she looks up to the most

overall, she idolizes him and talks about him like he put the stars in the sky while joon just sits there all flustered

MOCHI

oof look at that beautiful manjfkalj;dlfsjkf

cannot sleep without her chimmy plush

when they first met, he was the first one she got really close to

his cute chubby cheeks were victims of her uwu moments

learns a lot fo ballet videos from youtube and they dance it in vlives all the time

remember when i said she had an eating disorder?

yea, it happened around the time he had his too

nobi was always trying to eat little ever since debut but she stopped eating for days at a time and with jimin doing it too, bts kinda derailed for a hot minute

a long emotional time of sufering until bang pd demanded they stop it immediately

after that, they had an emotional sit down where they just cried and spilled all their insecurities and they had each other’s backs

knowing she was already skinny, jimin disapproved but she also disapproved and again, more tears

nobi always hides snacks in her and kook’s room that kook doesn’t even know about and she always brings the box over to jimin’s room if hobi is out for schedules

when hobi went to america, nobi slept in jimin’s room

kook was real pissed off about it

eyesmiles for days

giggles 24/7

has the picture of one of jimin’s unreleased baby pictures as her home screen

dies a little inside when nobi reaches over to him with sweater paws bc OMG she’s so cute

uwu

jimin really coos and giggles at nobi bc of her small height and her uwu energy

sorry i used uwu a lot

TAETAE

the dumpling accident omg

jimin mentioned it in a vlive earlier and nobi also talked about it a day later in her own vlive

‘tae was very hungry at that time and just wanted to eat it immediately and when he got angry, he curled up to nobi and refused to acknowledge me’

again, nobi hates confrontation so fights between the members always brings her down and so she tries to comfort each member

she bought tae some dumplings after practice and tricked him into meeting jimin so they could meet up

tbh, tae would be a mess without nobi

she helps him clean up his room but gives up w the amount of clothes on the floor

‘honestly, you shouldve just stayed roommates w joonie-hyung. we cant trust you to room by yourself’

she goes to his room sometimes and just lays on his bed bc he has the softest bed in the whole dorm

tae is already known to be very regal and royalty like whenever he steps outside

combine that with graceful queen nobi?

oof armys fanfiction royalty aus pop up everywhere

nobi is still angry that tae isn’t a gucci model w her bc she feels out of place being the only member w a clothing sponsorship

but underneath that stiff and cold facade, they both are seen making faces and goofing off all the time

nobi can only stand being a queen for so long

in one concert, she danced w him in a duet w singularity and lets just say, armys died that night

always stands next to each other and if they cant, always seen giving each other longing stares and smiles

the 2nd most popular ship in the fandom and they know it too so they keep feeding armys for their compilation videos

MUSCLE PIG

the only member who’s younger than her

actually would it be considered if they’re only 10-months apart?

kook refuses to call her noona unless he wants something

initially didnt like her but there was a time she bought him banana milk and it was all good

our boy was crying bc he was hungry and tired and he was trying to control his weight and he just wanted some banana milk

they’re a superior ship

one of the most popular ship in the whole industry

actually the superior couple and kai and jennie can square up

there’s fan edits of them and they both purposely do stuff to help them make au videos in youtube

theyve seen it before so we arent safe bois

the 2nd pair of roommates in the bts dorm

nobi is usually the first one to sleep while kook is watching something in the living room

when he goes to his room, he takes a minute and stands at the doorway and just looks at nobi with love in his eyes

mhm

nobi loves warmth so she gets out of her own bed at like 3 in the morning and just goes into kook’s and cuddles to him

sometimes, they just lay in bed and nobi is holding his hand just inspecting his tattoos

‘should we get a matching tattoo?’

their closet is large and tbh, they share the same clothing anyways

more like nobi wears mostly kook’s stuff

like, really, nobi has pants and a few shirts and thats it

they share everything like family but kook refuses to share her w anyone else but him

[shadedrose01]

Truth or Dare (Yes, I Double Dare You)

Ships: Parkner (Harley Keener/Peter Parker), mentioned Thompsborn (Harry Osborn/Flash Thompson)

Summary: Peter play Truth or Dare with his friends.

Tags: Febufluff, Day 8, I dare you to kiss me, Truth or Dare, Party Games, Birthday Party, They play truth or dare y'all, Peter has a crush on Harley, Harley likes him back, Thompsborn is in this too, Bisexual Peter Parker, Gay Harley Keener, Dare, Calling your crush, admitting feelings, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Kissing, Cute, Fluff, a lot of swearing, I dont know why i made them swear so much, im sorry lol, Bad French, Poor translated french, I Tried

Day eight of Febufluff: "I dare you to... kiss me"!

--

"Hmm, I dare you to speak in a French accent for the next three rounds." Flash grins over his cup, swirling the drink in front of his mouth before taking a sip, watching the smile drop off of his boyfriend's face, an incredulous expression replacing it.

"Seriously?!?"

"Yes, seriously! And that wasn't in an accent!"

"Oui, oui, baguette." Harry deadpans, looking so entirely done with Flash's bullshit, the entire room erupting into laughter as said boy sits up, shoving his boyfriend's shoulder hard.

"No halfassed bullshit, dickwad. The real deal."

"Fine, you want the real deal?" Harry sits up straight, and Peter starts giggling like a mad man from the other side of the room, leaning against the wall to watch the scene unfold, knowing exactly what is about to happen. Harry clears his throat, holds a dramatic pause for a few seconds, before- "Tu veux un accent francaise, tu vas recevoir un accent francaise."

"Oh my god, I forgot he spoke French!" Flash moans, slowly slipping down the wall in shame.

"Oh la la, ma chérie, qu'est ce que tu as fais, eh?" Harry grins, smug, cheeky, knowing he's won this hand as his boyfriend sinks even lower, his head almost level with the ground, his face red.

"And why is it so hot?!?"

"Okay, okay, enough." Ned laughs, sitting chris cross apple sauce beside Peter, the party hat sat on the top of his head beginning to sag.

It was Ned's 17th birthday, and instead of throwing a big party full of alcohol and loud music like most people in their classes did, he decided to have a smaller party, a sleepover full of board games, video games and now party games, with his closest friends, with their friend group. So here they all were, packing into Ned's smaller sized room, Flash and Harry practically conjoined at the hip sitting against the wall, Peter and Ned sitting on top of his bed on the other side of the room, and MJ and Harley leaning against said bed, sat on the floor, playing what would hopefully be a quick game of Truth or Dare. Hopefully.

Peter had never liked this game. There was always too much risk for him in this game, of being asked to reveal one of his many secrets, or of being asked to embarrass himself for laughs. He gets the appeal of it, the adrenaline rush, the amusement of watching your friends do something stupid, it's a fun game to watch, but that doesn't mean he likes playing it. He hadnt even called on yet though, and he was hoping to keep it that way.

He shouldn't have jinxed it.

As if his thoughts manifested into reality, Harry turns to stare at him with a unknown, horrifying glint in his eyes. Oh no, this is definitely not going to end well. "Action ou Vérité?"

Peter sighs, looking up to the ceiling as he mumbles "Dare.", assuming that's what Harry asked. If he's going to go down, he may as well go down in style.

Harry's grin widens, and Peter is already regretting his decision. "Je te défie de telephoner ton béguin."

Peter blinks at him in confusion, before MJ translates, "He's daring you to call your crush."

"What?!?" Peter sputters, Harry cackling at  his flushing face while Harley speaks up for the first time in a while, his ('beautiful, gorgeous, fuck-') face turned towards MJ, scrunched up in thought.

"You know French? Since when?"

MJ just shrugs, face impartial, the only sign of her shyness being her pushing a stray hair behind her ear. "Since I got bored one day and learned it."

Harley just nods, like that makes sense, all while Peter is internal freaking the fuck out. Normally, this type of thing wouldn't be an issue. Sure, your friends will find out who your crush is, and tease you about it, and it'll be embarassing and whatever, but that's not the problem. Oh no no no no no, that would be too easy for Peter Parker. No, the problem with this question for Peter is that his crush is in the damn room, sitting directly in front of him leaning against the bed, an easy smile tilting up his thin pink lips, showing off his adorable dimples as he scans the room again with those big, stunning ocean blue eyes, hair coiffed back just right, messy, but just neat enough to be perfect, one stray blond curl falling in front of his eyes and fuck, fuck, frick fuck.

What is he going to do?!? He can't exactly call Harley when he's right in front of him, but he can't exactly say that he won't do it either, he wont be that guy. And now everybody is staring at it, expectant, waiting, shit, shit, shit-

Ned's eyes are the only ones that are sympathetic, because he knows, he knows who Peter likes and why this is such a big deal. Harley is one of Peter's best friends, they've been friends for years, and Peter is closer to Harley than he is to anybody else, he cant just throw it all away because of a game, can he? Harley definitely doesnt like him back, so if he does call him, it'll only end badly, but theres this tiny, tiny, traitorous part of him that wants to fo it, wants to tell him, if only to get it out in the open. But he cant ruin their friendship like that, he cant, but- but- oh god, oh no-

"Come on, Parker, we don't have all day." Flash complains innocently, not knowing of Peter's internal dilemma as he throws a stray piece of popcorn at him, Peter catching it subconsciously and throwing it into his mouth, just to try and get a few more seconds of peace before all hell breaks loose, before he destroys his closest friendship with his stupid ass feelings, goddamn it-

"Yeah, Pete, come on, dont keep us on the end of our seats." Harley teases, placing his head onto the blankets and looking back at him upside down, his hair surrounding his head like a halo, making him look even more angelic that he normally does, and god, why him, why? "Who's caught your eye, hm?"

Peter takes a deep, long, shaky breath, trying to prepare himself for the worst (and failing), taking his phone out of his pocket and scrolling down to Harleys contract, the black letters and two heart emojis on either side staring back at him mockingly. He hovers his thumb over the call button, noting how much its trembling, before he gulps and presses it, placing the phone to his ear, squeezing his eyes shut like a coward, unable to watch, knowing that Harleys expression was going shift, was going to turn from soft and warm, friendly, to hard and angry, to hatred and disgust and-

ACDC blares out into the room, the noise very obviously Harley's ringtone, and Peter grits his teeth, biting his tongue hard, his heart hammering in his chest.

"Wha-" Harley sounds so confused, so so confused, and Peter's squeezes his eyes shut tighter, holding back the burning tears that are threatening to spill. "Peter, why are you- wait..." He stops, pauses, and Peter digs his nails into his palm, squeezing his phone until he hears it start to crack. "...really?"

His voice is shaky, and god, Peter made him upset, he is probably so hurt, so confused, so disgusted, god stupid, you're so stupid, why would you do that, why didnt you just not do it, why why why-

He nods once, slowly, swallowing down a sob before whispering out "I'm sorry," into the now eerily silent room, his friends seemingly shocked into silence. He doesnt even want to know what they're thinking, what expressions are on their faces-

Theres another pause, another moment before he hears somebody shifting, Harley standing up, he's leaving, he's leaving- Good job, Parker, now you're forcing him to leave, you made him feel so uncomfortable that he's leaving, good fricken job, god, what is wrong with you-

A hand rubs his cheek gently, so so gently, spurring him out of his head as it brushes away a tear that had broken free, before another hand joins it on his other cheek, cradling his face. Peter blinks opens his eyes, shocked to see that its Harleys hands on his face, and that its Harley sat right in front of his face, with a wide smile and glowing eyes, face bright. "You mean it? You really mean it?"

Peter just nods again, so, so confused but also filling with a spark of hope, of joy as Harley's smile grows even more, filling his face before he launches into Peter's arms, hugging him tightly. "Oh thank god," he breathes into Peter's shoulder, and Peter is so lost, what is happening- "I thought you  were gonna call someone else, and I was gonna have to act all happy and like it didn't bother me when it totally would have and-"

"Wait, wait," Peter finally puts together the pieces, and pulls away to stare at Harley with wide eyes, the beginning of a smile twitching at his lips. "You like me back?"

"Yeah?" Harley cheeks grow a rosey hue, and he looks away bashfully. "I thought it was obvious."

Peter shakes his head wildly, eyes still wide, this cant be happening, he likes me back, he likes me- "No, no it wasn't, it really really wasn't-"

"So, what I'm hearing," MJ cuts in, tone blunt as always, but with hints of warm amusement softening the usual edge, "is that you two are oblivious idiots."

They both laugh breathless, staring into each others eyes. "Apparently." Harley murmurs, his blue eyes swirling and flickering up and down, looking down at his lips before looking back up again.

Peter gets an idea, a cheesy, cheesy idea, and grins. "Hey, it's my turn now, right?" He asks to the group, never taking his eyes off of Harley.

"Yeeup!" Ned responds enthusiastically, seemingly thrilled to see his two best friends realizing their feelings for one another.

"Well," he leans forward a bit more, watching as Harleys pupil's grow bigger. "Truth or dare, Harls."

"Dare." He responds easily, quickly, seemingly getting more and more antsy by the second. Peter can't blame him, he feels the same way.

"I dare you to kiss me." Peter doesnt even finish his sentence before Harley's lips are pressed to his, his hands moving upwards and running through his hair, fingers grabbing lightly onto the strands as Peter grabs his hips lightly, pulling him closer, both of the boys grinning into the kiss. Peter can hear MJ gagging in the background, Harry exclaiming "gross!" like he doesnt kiss Flash every two seconds, and Ned squealing like a fangirl, but he ignores it all, just focusing on Harley, focusing on this moment, his heart swelling in his chest.

[og-danny-dorito]

Hey Danny welcome back ❤ I'm sorry to hear that you are going through a lot right now, I hope things will turn peaceful for you soon ❤. If you feel up for it, could I get a JoJo part 5 matchup? - Both Sfw and nsfw are okay - She/her - 20 years old - I'm Pan - Hobbies: Video gaming, reading books, writing and sailing. - Brown eyes, olive skin, glasses, brown curls. - My friends would describe me as down to earth, someone with dry humor, open-minded and compassionate. ---

Aaa thank you so much!! I really appreciate you concern, things have been going better lately. Also this is my first jojo as and I'm QUAKING in my boots, please let me know if i can improve on anything! (Nsfw is under the cut ;]) and sorry i kinda got carried away so they’re a bit long

I match you with... Bruno Buccellati!

- dude i swear to god the moment i read your bio i was like “*gasp* its bruno” 😂😂😂

- honestly just from glancing over you and bruno seem to have a lot of similarities. you and him are both pretty down to earth and compassionate, and are open minded to the world around you but not naïve in any way. the two of you probably get along right off the bat more than him and some of his other colleges, just based on these similarities alone

- but having you around is refreshing to him! Being in Passioné means being exposed to all sorts of dangers on a day to day basis (which includes the other members), and so having someone who can sit down and just relax with him without feeling on edge is new and honestly wholeheartedly welcomed

- usually bruno decompresses by reading, and works on multiple books at once. The fact that you also enjoy this and dont view it as “boring” (a lot of people do its sad) makes him feel more comfortable with sharing his interests with you since he tends to have Old Man Tendencies for how he spends his time

- oh, you like sailing? This man grew UP sailing. Expect some of your dates to be the both of you going out to sail to some private coast to have a picnic or go fishing, with him telling you about stories with his father and how he used to do that with him sometimes

- he also really likes to share things with you, even though he may have a similar issue of closing people off when he feels under the weather. having had to grow up with his father most of the time who was busy trying to provide for him, he didnt really speak much about his feelings in fear of worrying his father

- he still sorta does this since he doesn't have many people to talk to that he doesnt feel like he’s bothering, but he in no way wants you to feel the same way. the moment he sees you closing yourself off he makes it clear that he’s there by checking up on you or holding your hand or anything else he can think of. if you dont want to talk that’s alright, but he wants you to know that he’s there if you need anything and that you’re not alone as long as he’s around

- okay now onto the SPICEY

- so like,, this man is a huge dork and so he’s gonna make your first time SPECIAL

- seriously, sex is something he views as really important and sacred to him, and so he wants to make sure that you’re both in the mood for it. he might not go all out with candles (he’s thought about it, they’re a fire hazard and he doesn't wanna have to explain to the police that you burnt the house down house sucking each others’ faces)

- but he’s defintely gonna bring you to a nice dinner and tell you exactly whats on his mind and how thankful he is beforehand, probably taking the lead if you’re inexpirienced or more timid (hes also gonna assure you that its okay if you want to back out at any point in time, he’s not one to push people)

- hes very soft and sweet the first time, and it kinda continues like that unless you propose otherwise. this man is a big switch with public top energy but bottom vibes as soon as he’s behind closed doors, and would defintely be eternally greatful for some servicing if you’re alright with it

- he’s a mess of pleading once you get him to lay on his back and let you do what you wat to him, probably covering his face due to the embarrassment of being so exposed

- oh, and he's CONSISTENTLY down to eat you out. I mean shit have you seen his tongue? The dude knows how to use it and exactly the kindof effect it has on you, and he isnt afraid to use it

- PLEASE tell him he’s doing great while you ride his face. like he LIVES on your praise and likes to know that he’s doing alright, so you just telling him that he’s doing Well makes him that much more adamant

- oh also EDGING. he has a thing for edging and like sensory deprivation for some reason (both ways). honestly with a lot of discussion beforehand he’d probably tie your hands to the bedpost and blindfold you before literally going to town on eating you out. as long as he can get you begging and whimpering he’s viewed the job as half-done

- he’d deny your orgasm if he had it in him, but he doesnt want to keep you waiting for too long. Bruno aims to please a good portion fo the time, and so he’s going to make you cum as many times as phsycially possible just to make sure you’re satisfied, even if it means denying himself in the process. but if you insist on going another round for him to catch his release he’s muttering “thank you”’s in to your ear and telling you how good you make him feel

- he usually prefers to take a bath or shower after sex before climbing into bed with you, but after a long day he pretty much drifts off to sleep pretty quickly. he apologizes for it most of the time, but you say its alright cause it gives you more opportunity to run your hands through his hair

- overall, the two of you would make the perfect “Mom and Dad” couple in your friend groups due to both being on the more mature side. you calm him and make him feel at home, and he probably wants to marry you at some point

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