#neither makes him look pathetic as a lot of people seem to think

[zeroducks-2]

I'm still hoping Deathstroke will appear in the Harley Quinn later seasons. That would be hilarious.

I'm afraid it would all be "divorced dad of 3" jokes and not much more. I don't think there'd be any Sladick hints, but who knows I might be wrong!

I generally tend to roll my eyes a lil bit when characters like Slade appear in the more funny and/or wholesome DC products, see what happened in My Adventures With Superman in which he looks like a bishonen pokemon trainer affiliated with Team Rocket. But at least it gives us all a good ol' giggle.

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

Hello! I'm so happy I found your blog! I like your story, the way you write it! And it’s so easy for me to imagine my OC with your story, because our OCs are a little similar, only my character is something like a god/demon of death, a little more cold and his pets are snakes))

Sooooo... Sorry for taking a lot of time with my character 😅 the request for headcanons is haulian x reader and how will Xie Lian and Hua Cheng react if the reader feels like the third wheel in their trio and become a little bit distant because want to give them some space? (I have the idea in my head that the reader is basically like your OC, i like him soooooo much)

Sorry if it's not clear, English is not my native language. And if you don't like the idea, just ignore it))

Closing The Distance

Hua Cheng x M!Reader x Xie Liam

I'm so happy you like my writing and I love to hear about your OC so don't worry. I'm happy our OC's are so similar 🥰🖤

I like writing stories with my headcanons soooo bare with me, bear with me???

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You've been distant. Well you've never reached out to people before this either, but you're more distant than usual.

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng noticed immediately.

How you start declining things, how you just sit to the side, you don't talk much, You let them sleep alone, eat dinner alone.

You stop being near them. The kisses you give dwindle down to nothing and the words "I love you" have been reserved.

They haven't a clue why. Xie Lian and Hua Cheng have tried to think of every reasonable possibility but don't know why

Why would you want to be alone when it's supposed to be the three of you together?

It gets to the point where they have to visit you instead of the other way around. Paradise Manor, and Puqi shrine is all of your homes but you don't show up to either one anymore.

You're hiding away at your own place and they just don't know what to do

It really breaks Xie Lian's heart because you've been by his side all these years why do you want to leave now?

Hua Cheng is equally devastated. He would do anything for you and Xie Lian but you're pulling away.

The two can only think that maybe you just don't love them anymore, maybe you're tired of them?

You would never do that though

Xie Lian doesn't like it and neither does Hua Cheng. They intend to get to the bottom of it because they love you.

They would try to give you space but when it seems to only make it worse they don't stop bothering you

That's what it seems like you need, to be bothered.

Xie Lian keeps asking, and caring for you

Hua Cheng gets insecure. He knows he's good that Xie Lian loves him but do you? You aren't disgusted by him are you? Contrary to popular belief ghost kings get insecure too

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You are pathetic, at least you feel like you are. Hiding away like a bug under a rock. You don't know when it started and you couldn't control it when it got out of hand. It's nothing against Xie Lian and Hua Cheng, you love them dearly. But the problem you have feels like a problem you can't even bring up. You don't want to hurt them.

Would you hurt them more by bringing it up or staying hidden?

So you've been... Lying here. Bed rotting. If you can even call it that. You're actually just lying under a rock. Very literally. You're hanging out in a small cave. It's nothing you aren't used to you used to do it with Xie Lian all the time.

You could've gone to the heavens and hidden up there but you don't have friends. You have Feng Xin, and Mu Qing but you know they would snitch on you if it came to Xie Lian. So here you are under a rock. Overthinking.

You always overthink, it's why you left in the first place. You also felt selfish. It's hard to see Xie Lian and Hua Cheng together. You love them both, honest! But what do they even need you for? They look perfect without you, like they were made to just have each other. You felt like you were getting in the way, or like a third wheel.

You know they love you too but... It feels so difficult to be included. When Hua Cheng first showed up he immediately was able to take Xie Lian's side and help him with missions. Which was fine you guys needed the extra help anyways but then you learned their pasts. They're just so intertwined with each other

Hua Cheng built temples for Xie Lian, released 3,000 lanterns, built statues, fought in war, challenged 33 gods, cut out his eye, and died 3 times for him, and broke his shackles! What could you possibly add to the relationship. No one could care for Xie Lian better than Hua Cheng.

Xie Lian saved Hua Cheng when he was a child, and stayed with Wu Ming. Gave him a coral pearl, and red string. What have you done?

All the heavens talk about is Xie Lian and Hua Cheng. The ghost realm is the same. You were never a prominent figure so people forget you're even there. They don't even know you're their lover too.

So yes it's hard, and maybe it's selfish that you want to feel more included when they already spoil you when anything you could ask for. Which is why you're hiding in a small, dumb cave. You eventually fall asleep to the pitter, patter of rain.

When you wake up you aren't under a rock anymore. You're in bed. In red sheets, in a red room, red, red, red. You're at paradise manor. You wouldn't mind that if you weren't actively avoiding your lovers. You sit straight up in bed and before you can tumble out Xie Lian is at your bedside. He's frowning and has this worried look in his eyes that makes you feel guilty.

"Where have you been, y/n?" You look away and shrug. "In the cave you found me in" your lips wobble a little. You don't know what to say. What excuse could you use this time? You pick at a loose piece of thread on the blanket and notice that Hua Cheng isn't in the room with you two. ". . . Where's San Lang?"

"A-Lang" Xie Lian interrupts you and his hand finds yours "You've always called him A-Lang"

You want to crinkle under his piercing gaze. "Where's A-Lang?" You whisper glancing back at the blanket.

"Standing outside the room. Baobei why have you been avoiding us?" Xie Lian turns your gaze back to him.

"I-I just was dealing with my own issues" Your hands fist in the blankets and your eyes get watery just thinking about how selfish you've been.

Xie Lian's hand caresses your cheek, "Our issues. We can help you if you tell us."

You bite your lips and bring your hand up trying to wipe your tears before they get the chance to stream down your face. "It's selfish" you spit, venom covers your tongue. "It was a pathetic reason, really. I just was overthinking and I felt like. . . A third wheel. It's not a big deal though" You glare at the blanket. Your anger of course isn't directed at them but at yourself. Xie Lian knows this too.

"A third wheel, how come?" He runs his fingers through your hair. Him and Hua Cheng have tried everything to include you so how could one feel left out?

"It's my own fault, I just don't feel like I have anything to add. I've nothing to offer. I've done nothing compared to you two" You're completely useless like always.

Xie Lian's questioning is interrupted when the door slams open. You both jump when Hua Cheng storms in and grabs a hold of your face. He would never hurt you, you all know this. "Nothing to offer? Just who are you talking about right now?" He frowns at you with furrowed brows. "I don't think we're seeing the same person." He doesn't let you divert your gaze keeping you there.

Hua Cheng knows what you're feeling, your insecurities stemming all from feeling useless. He knows how it is. "You have everything to offer and even if you didn't we would love you anyways. You don't have to add anything y/n, you can just be" he frowns and sits on the bed.

"I think you're going blind in your other eye. I really don't have anything" you blink away tears. "This one offers so much and he doesn't even know, he's done so much for the two of us and doesn't remember. Right gege?" Hua Cheng looks at his other husband for approval and Xie Lian nods.

"This one is a heavenly official. You have to work hard to become a god in the upper court" Xie Lian adds. You scoff though. "That's not what I'm talking about, I-I haven't done anything for the two of you"

Hua Cheng wants to shake you in a jar. "You have though!" Now he's yelling and Hua Cheng doesn't yell only when it comes to the two of you. "Who's rayed by Xie Lian all these years protecting him when I was lost? You did! Who took care of Hong er when Gege's other servants wouldn't dare touch him? You did. Who gave a mongrel child their family heirloom because he had sympathy and was kind? You did!" Hua Cheng holds your face in his hands still.

"You work so hard, and have gone through so much just like the rest of us and yet you still worry about others still!"

"every night this one takes care of us and helps Gege make dinner. Every day this one protects us, every day this one thinks of us and gives his best for us!"

Hua Cheng gives endless reasons small to large. You're crying in his hands and Hua Cheng wipes them away for you.

"No one is allowed to insult my lovers, even if they're doing it themselves" Hua Cheng finishes and kisses your forehead. Xie Lian is smiling and he kisses your forehead too.

"Don't run from us anymore, you can tell us what you're thinking anytime. Me and San Lang have no problem giving you the reassurance you need" he hums and joins you two in bed. All three of you cuddle for the rest of the night and the two practically suffocate you, not allowing you to leave bed. But you love them and would gladly lie here tangled in their limbs.

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I hope y'all like it! Also ignore my grammar mistakes guys I always have some. 🖤

[prettyboykatsuki]

in an au where sunday is like... semi-normal, i think he gets into a relationship with you one-sidedly.

like. you confess to having a crush on him. and he truthfully doesn't like you at all at in that way at first lmao. he doesn't hate you either though - just indifferently kind and not all that invested. he goes out with you on that kind of whim. gallagher and robin tell him he's a despicable guy for that.

(when gallagher says it, he's laughing. when robin says it, she's very upset which sunday doesn't like. is he really that despicable? it's not like he hates you or is trying to trick you.

you just seem desperate. and it's interesting.)

at first - nothing in your relationship really changes. though you do act more openly embarrassing around him which he finds... sweet. in a way. but it's not that different. he even asks you about why that is and you have such a pathetic reply it makes him pause.

"i'm happy just being with you," and then a little quieter. "i know you don't really like me."

and he's. a little bothered by that. though you haven't said anything untrue. but it. bothers him. he does like you in a way. so he does something about it. little things at first under the guise of just trying to appease you. hand-holding, sitting next to each other. all lovey-dovey. you're reactions are cute. you're very easy he thinks. and it's cute.

after that - he keeps doing it. he doesn't dislike it, and neither do you. but it doesn't really register that maybe there's a little more to it than that. maybe. it doesn't click until something happens.

you're always clinging to him, like an affectionate but stupid pet. so, it bothers him a lot when he sees you with other people. you're always really nervous around other people, so why are you being so nice to that trailblazer. why are you laughing so openly with people other than him? why are you looking or being around someone else so carefreely? you're dating him aren't you? you like him.

and it clicks a little too later, with a little too much pressure that oh. oh he likes you, doesn't he? more now than you do him.

[d3pressed-caffiene-addict]

Hazbin Hotel Ep 5&6 Oh My God (Major Spoilers)

I am having so many thoughts, this is just a brain dump

-LUCIFER. He’s so pathetic I love him

-Jeremy Jordan you fucking legend. I’m a big fan of a lot of his work and was excited to see him in this but I was slightly unsure if he was the right casting since I expected Lucifer to be more of a high and mighty/snobby figure, but with the way they characterised him HE IS PERFECT.

-“TAKE THAT DEPRESSION”

-The Lucifer vs Alastor rivalry is beautiful

-“Ha ha, fuck you.”

-Father figure Alastor

-HIS EARS GO BACK LIKE A CAT WHEN HES ANGRY I CANT

-MIMZY’S ARRIVAL. I know most of us know the lore about her and Alastor being developed as a couple before it was scrapped but I really like how they are in the show

-Even if it’s just crumbs I’m so excited to be getting snippets of Alastor’s lore. It’s wild to keep going back and forth between “aw he actually cares for and protects his friends” and “oh my god he’s a fucking psycho”

-Speaking of that the scene with Husk holy shit. Poor man looked terrified

-The confirmation that Alastor’s also stuck working for someone, it has to be Lilith surely. I know some people will call it predictable because a lot of theories are coming true but personally I think it’s from good worldbuilding/foreshadowing

-ALASTOR IN FULL DEMON FORM JUST ANNIHILATING EVERYONE and then he just goes “Ah that was fun, now back to it”

-I kinda like the parallel between Al and Mimzy & Angel and Cherri where they invite their friends to join them if they want to, even if neither of them take it up initially maybe we’ll see them join the hotel in the future?

-BABY CHARLIE

-I really expected Lucifer to be a dickhead and a shitty dad, but he seems to be an overall better guy than most people in hell

-CHERRI BOMB ARRIVAL! And she’s Aussie now fuck yeah represent

-I still love her and Angel’s friendship even if she is a terrible influence. Everyone’s got that friend who’s solution to a bad day is just self-destruction but they mean well at least

-DARREN CHRIS TOO, THE MUSICAL THEATRE/BROADWAY ACTOR CASTING IS STACKED

-Emily is so sweet I love her

-The Molly cameo is so sweet, I was waiting for her to appear somewhere but lowkey forgot she was in heaven. Honestly though how did she get there when the rest of her and Angel’s family got condemned for what they did together? Maybe she left the mob or something idk I just hope we get to meet her properly at some point

-Heaven’s real fucked up? Yeah not shocked

-VAGGIE?? FALLEN ANGEL REVEAL?? AND SHE WAS AN EXTERMINATOR???? I know most of us called it but holy shit I didn’t expect it to be confirmed this soon

-Adam is such a dick but he’s so much fun

-I love that Charlie was gonna start her court presentation with definitions like a high school essay

-“Consent is a good name for a sex club” the gentleman Husk truthers gonna have fun with this one

-Pentious hitting on Cherri is hilarious and totally not the same level of subtlety I flirt with when I’m drunk

-Hearing more and more about how Val treats Angel is so sad especially with how casually he talks about it since it’s just another day for him

-Him parenting drunk Nifty is beautiful

-“You wanna play with the kitty?”

-Valentino is my #1 enemy

-Seeing Angel stand up to him to protect his friends is making me feel feelings. Like he knows that he’s gonna be treated even worse for it but I think he’s reaching his tipping point and shits gonna go down soon

-Also I know there’s a popular theory that he’s gonna die soon and a lot of the theories are coming true so I am scared. I kind of don’t think this one’ll happen though since he’s the fan favourite and its just too soon to take that much of a risk. Plus Vivsie’s admitted he’s the best written character and it’d be such a waste of all that development

-More sweet moments between him and Husk, they’ve gotten me so invested in this ship so fast

-The fact that most of heaven didn’t know about the extermination?? Wild

-Idk how I feel about the timeskip between Ep 4&5, they’re only a month away from the extermination now. Yes it’s making the stakes feel higher but I do wish we’d been able to see more of that time for the relationship development, all the characters seem much closer than before and we’ve only seen bits of how they got there

-I really wish they’d greenlit more than 8 episodes to pace things a little better but I’m glad we have season 2 confirmed

-That last minute ‘reveal Vaggie’s past to Charlie, boot them out of heaven and then cut to credits before she can react’ is gonna torture me until next week

-I don’t disagree with past criticism that Vivzie’s female characters can feel a bit underwritten but I think it’s getting better

-“We’re coming to the hotel first” plus all the theories that someone’s gonna die are fucking stressing me out man

Anyway hope you enjoy the brain dump, this show has once again consumed my thoughts

[muneca-lemon-steppa]

ANGELLL!!! I AM OBSESSED W YOUR ALFIE FICS. I loved your 'A brother for Cyril' fic and I wanted to ask if you'd consider a kinda 'sequel' of Alfie and his wife introducing the two dogs and Alfie thinking they'll hate each other only for them to actually become the perfect dog siblings?! Please don't feel bad if you need to decline, I'm just throwing random ideas at the wall as I saw you were seeking some. sending you lots of love always and thank you for the work you do ❤️

Anon!!! Hi friend ah this was so so sweet!!!! Thank you for sending this in this was literally such a kind message I feel so blessed!!! I hope you enjoy this story, I took it a little further than I anticipated, but I hope it satisfies 💕💕💕 sending my love! - Mo

A Brother for Cyril: Part 2

Alfie Solomons x Wife!Reader

Warnings: language, mentioning pregnancy

One thing is for certain... Alfie could never deny you anything.

To someone on the outside of your relationship, it would looked as though you were irreperably spoiled. Alfie absolutely doted on you... in his own way. It didn't make sense to those on the outside. One moment you two were fighting as if your lives depended on it, hollering and shouting obscenities, arguing about the best way to handle something. The next moment he had you in his lap, chuckling into your neck, 'begging' for forgiveness with kisses and whispered promises, "Oh treacle don't be cross with me now! Give a kiss yeah? You can't be mad at your husband forever!"

And you couldn't. You could never be truly cross with Alfie. Even when you were fighting, it wasn't truly directed at him. It was just your passions overflowing and exploding, ignited by his own stubborness. And God did you love setting each other off. For the making up was so sweet.

Alfie loved spoiling you. He loved giving you things. A sweet treat from the bakery. Delicate earrings and necklaces from his jewelry shop, engraved with his initials. A bouquet accompanied with a sonnet of his own composition. Alfie loved to dote on you endlessly, and loved to give you any type of happiness.

But this was a rat dog.

Alfie could not believe that he was actually stuck with this piece of lint. And was even more in shock that not only was he stuck with it, but you loved the piece of fur. Alfie was struggling to keep the scoffs at bay, as he watched you coo and caress the puppy, as it gave small kisses to your fingers. “Oh Alfie I’m so happy we’re going to have another dog. We really did need another puppy.”

He prayed you didn’t see the rolling of his eyes. This wasn’t a dog. Cyril, now that was a dog!! This ball of fur was pathetic! Cyril was big and strong, and was good at things! Like guarding the house and playing fetch and roughhousing on the floor. And Cyril just looked impressive! What would people think if they saw this piece of dust walking on the end of a lead held by him? Could it even walk? It was being cradled like a human baby the entire time. It was tiny… what if Cyril ate it? Alfie placed a heavy hand on your shoulder, “Now darling, don’t be shocked if Cyril and…”

“Barty.”, you reminded him.

“Yes right Barty, if they don’t get along. Cyril is a man’s dog. He probably won’t want to fraternize with the likes of Barty.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at your husband, “Fraternize? Alfie, Cyril is a dog. I don’t think he’s overly concerned with social standings in the dog park.”

“Well dear see that’s where you’re mistaken. Me and Cyril yeah we talk. Man to man. And I’m not sure little Barty here will be able to keep up. He seems a little delicate.”

“Alfie you’re not even giving him a chance!! He is just a baby!”

You held up Barty to look into Alfie’s eyes, “Look at his face darling!! He can fit in! Cyril and him are going to get along perfectly!! He just needs your love and acceptance!”

Alfie stared into the barely open eyes of the puppy, and just squinted, as if trying to measure the baby’s spirit. You moved Barty closer to Alfie, being nearly nose to nose, neither Alfie nor Barty blinking. And then Barty licked Alfie’s nose with a yip.

“OH LORD! BARTY!” Alfie lurched back, spluttering and rubbing the minimum slobber off his nose. You just cackled in your seat at your ridiculous husband. The mad baker of Camden upset by some dog slobber! “Alfie! It’s just a kiss! And Cyril’s slobber is much worse!!! You don’t care when it gets on you! You don’t mind his kisses!”

“Well first off Cyril does not kiss! Cyril snarls! And Barty and I just met! Where does he get off kissing already!”

You couldn’t stop laughing and teasing your dear husband. He was such a secret to the outside. To everyone else, he is ferocious and unfeeling. Absolutely mad and vicious. But your Alfie… your Alfie had such a different side to him. You weren’t naive. You knew what this life entailed. Hell, you were his secretary before you were his wife. You knew what Alfie was, and knew what it took. But you weren’t afraid of him. Alfie wasn’t just the King of Camden. He was an animal. But he was also tender and artistic. He bellowed and roared and tore through men like nothing. But he also whispered his undying love for you every night, and pressed hot kisses to each of your fingers every morning. Alfie was everything. And that’s what people missed. And it’s what you cherished. That you got to hold the Mad Baker and Alfie Solomons in one.

When you got to the house, Alfie waved to Ollie goodbye, and guided you through the door, hand firmly on your waist. As soon as he opened the door to your home, the pounding sounds of massive paws fill your ears. Cyril makes a bee line to his father, and immediately starts pushing his head against Alfie’s stomach, “Hello my boy! My Cyril!! You miss your papa and mum yeah? You’re so good, you watched the house for me yeah?”

Cyril’s sweet face broke out in a large smile, panting and leaning in to Alfie’s touch. After giving all the love his boy needed, Alfie finally straightened, preparing to witness what may be a bloodbath. “Alright Cyril sit my boy sit. We have brought you something.”

Alfie motioned for you to hold out Barty, “Cyril my boy, mummy and papa have decided that you need a brother. This here is Barty, and you’re going to teach him how to be a real dog.”

“Alfie!”

“Well he’s not a dog darling! Go on put the little runt on the ground, let Cyril sniff him out.”

You gently put Barty on the ground near Cyril’s front paws. You stand back up, shifting closer to Alfie, waiting for what was to come.

Barty managed to pull himself onto his tiny paws, sniffing the air around Cyril. Cyril’s head went to the side, as if trying to understand what was just put in front of him. He leaned all the way down sniffing Barty for a long time and then… gave him the biggest kiss Alfie had ever seen.

Cyril began to bark, and bounce around with all his young dog energy. Barty began yipping excitedly hopping around Cyril’s feet. “Barty! Are you so excited to meet your big brother?” You we’re so excited, so happy that the dogs were getting along, and Barty had been accepted into the Solomons pack.

After dinner, you and Alfie took your tea in the parlor, nestled together, enjoying each others presence and the radio playing softly. Cyril and Barty were snoring together close to the fireplace. Barty was snuggled right against Cyril’s stomach, legs kicking ever so often, lost in a dream.

“I cannot believe this… Cyril has gone soft.”

From your place on Alfie’s chest you swat him, “Leave them alone. It’s sweet.”

“He romped. He’s never romped before.”

“Well you did tell him to teach Barty how to be a dog. He’s just being a good big brother. I saw him trying to play tug of war with him. It was very sweet.”

Alfie just grunted, staring off into space. Until he hummed out, “Sweet heart?”

“Yes darling?”

“Would you ever want… human puppies?”

You sat up straight, “… do you mean babies?”

“Nevermind it was stupid.”

You laughed loudly, grabbing his shoulders for him to face you, “No you stubborn man! It’s not stupid, I just have never heard someone say 'human puppies'."

He just mumbled to himself, as he typically does, but still grabbed your wrist, pressing a kiss to the inside of your palm. Meeting your eyes you feel those butterflies in your stomach that still haven’t left after all of these years, he presses you “Well?”

You sigh, smiling softly, thinking and considering as your fingers comb through his hair, “Hmmmm I’ve thought about it. Had dreams about it. I’ve always wanted a big family, just like how I grew up. I’ve thought about you holding and playing with the children. Absolutely spoiling them with your affection. Teaching them. Being the man that I know you are. I just didn’t think you wanted kids.”

Alfie leaned into your touch, still holding your hand, “I just didn’t think I’d have the chance. You know… to have a family. Thought I was getting too old. Then here you come… crashing in my bachelor life. And now… I just keep thinking about it.”

You leaned in, heart glowing at his vulnerability. You knew it was sometimes hard for him to discuss those deep feelings, it made him feel exposed. But the fact that he still opened up like that to you, it spoke to the volumes of trust between the two of you. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips you whisper, “If you want children Mr. Solomons, let’s have them.”

You think you see a small glitter of a tear threaten to show itself in his eyes, before he says, “Cyril could teach them how to be dogs too.”

The rest of the evening flows in laughter and kisses. As you dream with him about what the future holds, Cyril admires from his place on the floor, keeping his new little brother safe, and thinking about the new siblings sure to come.

[sunoofairyofsass]

I thought this was a study session...(Part 1) | P.JY x S.JK

Synopsis:Sunghoon and Jay,both jocks from college,pay the neighborhood nerd,Jake,to help them study for an exam,but Jay had other motives with the boy...

⚠️Warning⚠️:Dubcon,hand job,lots and lots of teasing,Jake gets called pup, making out, nipple play,Jay and Jake have some history,dry humping

❤️Pairing❤️:Jay x Jake

Length:Long

Part 1

Part 2 (coming soon)

Jake stood nervously at the door of a certain apartment,his palms got sweaty,threating to make the books slip from his hands despite the tight grip,his throat went completely dry and his body couldn't stop shaking despite how hard he tried.

It wasn't as if he's never tutored fellow classmates.This time however seemed to push him to the edge,Jake knew the people he would tutor obviously,despite a wrenching gut feeling he got from being close to one of them.But ignoring all that,it shouldn't be too hard since he's done before,right?

Despite his worries,Jake lightly knocked on the door and patiently waited for it to open.He heard some shuffling from inside before finally hearing the sound of the door unlocking,swinging open to reveal one of the guys he would tutor.

He was significantly taller than Jake,pale and had a noticeable mole on his nose. "Hey Sunghoon,is Jay here?" the shorter greeted himself,the mentioned man nodded "He's been a pain in my ass"Sunghoon admitted, eliciting a short laugh from the australian "I bet he was"he responded.

As Jake walked in,he saw the mentioned man laying his head on the coffee table along with scattered pencils and a couple of college books.Sunghoon followed his tutor and sat close to him, before smacking a book on Jay's head,jerking him awake "Wake up you lazy ass,I told you not to party last night"the pale skinned guy playfully scolded him.

With an annoyed groan,Jay adjusted himself so he would be laying on the coffee table any more "Thank you for waking me up Sunghoon"the man sarcastically responded.Jake couldn't help but chuckle at the encounter "So are we ready?"he queried the two men,which he received a nod and a hum for a response.

"Please help me with english Jake,this guy can teach me for shit"Sunghoon begged Jake,resulting in Jay giving the finger,again,eliciting a chuckle from the aussie.

In the next few hours,Jake helped Sunghoon with english and Jay with physics,of course for the payment of 266,380 won (200 dollars) from each one of them.Besides,he was taught to never do anything for free.All though,he had this weird feeling about Jay,neither bad or good,just,odd.Maybe it's past history?Or maybe he's just in a constant state of panic.

Despite that,Jake couldn't help but take glances at Jay,even when he was teaching Sunghoon something.His buff arms looked so good in his black tank top,but he could feel the american also staring at him from time to time.

"Ugh I want a break"Jay groaned in exhaustion, banging his own head on the coffee table.Sunghoon laughed at the other's dramatic antics "Yeah I think we should take a break,what do you think Jake?"the pale man asked the australian,in which he responded by shrugging "We could take a 30 minute break"Jake uttered.

Sunghoon nodded "Good cuz I need to pee"he uttered before running to the bathroom,leaving Jake alone with Jay.It led to an awkward silence between the two of them.

Jake was too busy fidgeting with his hands for him to notice Jay disappearing in front of him,what he did notice were the american's arms wrapping around his waist, startling him.

"Jay what are you-"Jake tried to speak,only to hitch his breath as he felt his face being grabbed and forced to turn to Jay,evoking a pathetic whimper from the nerd "Jay what are you doing?We can't do that here"the australian whispered shouted,but the other didn't seem too bothered by it.

"Why not?Sunghoon won't hear us?"Jay stated,tightening his grip around Jake despised him squirming around "S-Still-"the aussie managed to grunt.

Jay's hand snuck under Jake's shirt,making the aussie shiver at the skin to skin feeling"Oh c'mon,don't pretend you weren't ogling at me this whole time"he stated.The tutor whined "Ok maybe I was"the man admitted weakly,which made the american's lips curl into a smirk.

Jay's other hand started to fiddle with the button of Jake's jeans "Do you want me to do it like last time?Where you were screaming out my name for the whole world to hear"he teased, finally undoing the zipper and sliding his hand over the other's boxers.

Jake,again,whimpered at his dirty talk "N-Not with Sunghoon here-"he tried to reply,only to let out a breathy whimper when Jay squeezed him over his underwear "Already hard Jakey?"he whispered in the aussie's ear,only leading to more muffled sounds from him.

"Look at me"Jay ordered,grabbing the other's face again and forcing him to look at him.Ignoring Jake's whimpers,he smashed his lips onto the aussie's into a sloppy kiss,tongue and all.The american's hands went to work,rubbing a digit onto the tutor's nipple with one hand and the other stroking him over his boxers.

Jake moaned into the kiss,bucking his hips forward at the touch of Jay's palm.He was so easy to get horny and melt under someone's touch, especially the other's ministrations.The physical contact felt like lightning,it heated up his entire body as if it was set on fire,all while trying to muffle any sinful sounds from spilling out.

"Look at you pup~ All worked up because of me~"Jay chuckled lowly after pulling away from the heated kiss.He had left Jake panting like a dog,cheeks red with heat and eyes leaking tears from the overpowering sensations he was feeling.

In an instant,Jay flipped the other to the ground,using his elbows as support to hover over him "Fuck~ You look irresistible~"the american cursed under his breath.He gently grabbed Jake's hand and put in if his own hard erection the tented his sweats"Look what you did to me pup~"he chuckled breathlessly.

Jake's mind became mush from all the stimulation he received,and was guaranteed to receive more in a few seconds.Jay took the younger's hand off himself, instead propping it above his head, tangling his fingers with the other's "Open up"the american ordered the aussie.

The australian lazily parted his lips,prompting the man on top of his to push his tongue inside for another heated kiss.Jake let out a small cry,using his free hand to grip Jay's dark hair.

Jay's other hand traveled to Jake's waist,parting the tutor's legs so he could settle between them.Their clothed bodies flushed against each other into a burning embrace,the aussie let the older take complete control of him,humming at every touch he felt.

A sudden moan ripped from Jake as he unintentionally rolled his hips forward,rubbing against the other's erection,but Jay didn't pull away.Instead,the older grabbed his thighs and continued the grinding motion, eliciting low groans and moans from both of them.

"Hey sorry for taking so long-"Sunghoon rambled as he walked towards the living room,only to stop in his tracks when he saw the two making out on the floor.Jay and Jake stopped why they were doing,pulling away from the kiss and looking at the younger.

Sunghoon stood there,frozen from the shock,but the shocked expression was later replaced with a tiny smirk on the side of his mouth,crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

"Can I join you?"

[callmelyc]

You can't really do much for Valentine's in space, especially if your boyfriend is on the other side of the Universe with the BoM.

No one says a word as Lance mopes through the castle. His messages to Keith were left on read, everyone else was too busy, and not even the mice were willing to spare him a stray moment of comfort.

So here Lance is, wandering around aimlessly sulking to himself dramatically. No one else seemed to know nor care what day it was, hell he only knew bc he happened to glance at the earth calendar Pidge made.

Not that is really mattered. Valentine's Day wasn't exactly a holiday people did a whole lot for if they weren't dating, but it made Lance miss Keith all the more.

A couples holiday Lance was sure Keith wasn't even aware of, spent alone in the castle halls on a slow day.

Oh woe is he.

Slowly but surely Lance realizes his feet carry him in a familiar direction. The path so ingrained that even when he yearns for a Keith that isn't there his feet will lead him straight to the other man's door.

Lance pauses before it, contemplating his options.

How pathetic. How rude. He is stronger than this! He's a bad bitch he doesn't need no man! He can totally survive without Keith!

. . .

Lance enters the room.

Simply walking in and existing in Keith's space makes Lances shoulders ease. He hates to admit how much he misses his boyfriend because Lance knows it hurts him when he does. Yet now he's alone looking at everything this man owns wishing he was here by his side.

He takes his time brushing fingers over the growing collection of photos and trinkets they'd finally managed to get Keith to agree to. They say cozily on the side table right in the entry way for him to look at every time he came and went. It had taken time to get the samurai to realize he was allowed to hold onto something no matter how small it may seem.

It started with a picture, a photo of the entire team on one rare day spent together between missions. From there his collection grew with gifts, trinkets, memories he could think back on with love. All gathered by his hands, all heartfelt gifts from the team, from his family.

Lance smiles softly at every single one. It's all proof that Keith was here, proof that he will return, proof that he considered this home.

It's when Lance lays down clutching a jacket Keith left behind that he realizes how special it is to have this space to see while he's gone. He has Keith's space to move in while Keith likely has nothing....

He makes a mental note to gather things to brighten up Keith's blade bunk, maybe it'll help brighten everyone's bunk. Lance has never been inside but he bets it's bland in there. Would Kolivan even allow such a thing? Lance doesn't care if he doesn't, he'll send Keith with things anyways! Maybe if he gathers enough things the whole of the blade can decorate their ship to be a little less doom and gloom–

Through all his thinking Lance tosses and turns in Keith's bed, rolling in his scent that lingers faintly in his absence. He'd be embarrassed but no one was there to judge him. Keith wouldn't ever know and neither would the team and even if they did Lance thinks he has a fair claim to Keith's room. It's his duty as his boyfriend to wallow in his absence! Lance is but a wife awaiting her husband to return from war....only, they're both at war...and–well, that's not the important part.

Lance squirms attempting to get his mind off the schematics. All his dramatics shuffle the blankets and pillows they'd both collected there for prime cuddle time, then, something pokes at Lances back.

He huffs, annoyed that something would dare cause discomfort during his time of pain and suffering.

When he flips over to look at the offending object he sees the sharp corner of an envelope folded up, it peeks just from under the pillow pile innocent in its appearance as if it always belonged there.

Lance slides it free, looking it over carefully only to find his name on the front.

It says nothing else so he opens it to pull free the folded paper inside.

Where would Keith even find paper in space? Not that it's the paper they were used to it's far too thick and oddly velvety but it's a novelty nonetheless.

He unfolds it. It's dated at the top to a time before Keith left and written like an old letter, not one too terribly long but it's even signed off like one you'd see in movies.

No one wrote letters anymore yet Keiths handwriting stares back at him so clearly.

Dear Lance,

I don't know when you'll find this and I don't know when I'll be back so I thought I'd leave something behind just in case. Hopefully you're reading this on Valentine's Day so that if we spend it apart you aren't without a symbol of my love to you.

Lance reads through the words like a dying man in the desert. He doesn't even make it halfway through the letter before the tears start to fall. Keith is so incredibly thoughtful when given the chance to show it and here's the proof right in Lances hands. The man had made sure Lance would know he was his Valentine because he knew how much Lance loved the silly holiday. It's so stupidly sweet itales Lances heart ache for him.

He writes the things he loves about Lance, he writes the way he feels when he looks at him. Keith writes like he's pouring his heart and soul into the papers pulp. As if he's allowing for Lance to hold his heart in his hands.

It's single handedly the most romantic gesture has ever received.

"Stupid...." Lance sniffles "I didn't get to send you off with any proof that I feel the same." He dries his eyes as to not get the paper wet before continuing to read.

You thanked me once, saying you were grateful to have met me, but all I could think was that I should be the one whose thanking you.

You changed my life, Lance. I should be the one thanking you, god, the entirety of the universe- whoever it is that needs to hear it- because I am thankful to have known you in this lifetime. I am thankful to know I will go the rest of my life with memories of you.

I never knew I was capable of love like this. It had always been imaginary before you. I love you Lance McClain, more than you'll ever know.

If your dream is to fly then mine is to watch you soar, to watch you smile,to watch you get everything I can possibly give to you because you deserve the world...no, the universe and if I could gift it to you I would on a silver platter. But, for now this letter will have to be enough, hopefully you can accept that for now sweetheart.

Happy valentines day, know I am always thinking of you.

-Keith K.

Lance immediately grabs his com-device, he doesn't care if Keith will leave him on read, doesn't care if that bastard won't pick up. He doesn't go to pour out his feelings just yet, no, he'll do that to Keith's stupid romantic face, but he does send him a warning.

Sharpshooter: If you don't come back soon I will hunt you down myself

It's marked read not long after. A brief . . . blinks before vanishing.

Samurai: Happy valentines day to you too Lance.

He blinks down at Keith's response, at the first response Lance has gotten from him in days.

"That son of a bitch!"

Nothing else he sends gains a response, every single message marked with that annoying little read checkmark.

OH. Now it's on! Lance thinks to himself as he begins to plot his revenge.

He will not be out romanced and if Keith thinks he knows what's coming? He hasn't the faintest clue.

Happy Valentines Day! 💘

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

I just wanted to say that I am really envious of the way you write the Vees. As someone who struggles with making characters woobiefying and with characterization in general, I appreciate how you can write these characters perfectly that the show didn’t have time to portray. I didn’t have a specific request, but now I was wondering if you could give me some advice on how to analyze and write a character, even if you have a personal bias towards them?

Awww thank you so much ❤️ I don't have like any degree in literature or anything that would give me credibility in giving writing advice, usually I just go with the flow. But I'll do my best!

Imo the most fundamental thing is the way you think about characters. In fandom spaces, we very often see them as "people we like" - hence all the discourses like in Valentino's case "if you like him it means you are a bad person". I think that woobification is influenced by this cognitive dissonance caused by liking characters that should be unlikeable. For me the way out of it was giving up "characters as people" mindset and changing it for "characters as tools". Bacause that's what they are - tools you use to build your narrative. When I say I love Valentino I don't mean I would shake his hand - I mean he's my favourite toy I can do multiple things with. And it's his flaws that make him so much fun. Because outside of the comedy genre, narrative cannot exist without conflict. The more flaws a character has, the more conflict it causes. That's why villains are such a powerful driving force for stories (here are some great essays about it: 1, 2). Put any character in the room with Val and you have an interesting bit not only because of the usual character differences that could happen between eg. Vaggie and Husk but also because stakes suddenly become high. What will he do? Will he hurt them? We saw what he's capable of. Will he be nice? Man, that's even worse because it means he has his own motive to be nice. What might it be? That's what keeps the audience engaged with your writing. Extra points if you give him some human weaknesses or conflicting desires. When it comes to characterization, nuance is the key. That's why I love VoxVal so much - two characters that are absolutely awful but they are fiercely in love. How could Valentino be capable of simply caring about someone but himself? What kind of human is buried underneath all this evil? So much to unpack here. Nothing I'd like to experience but everything I'd like to see from a safe distance. Consider: would you even like the Vees so much in the beginning if they were just other guests at the hotel? In the show, neither of them has a single redeemable quality. And yet, here we are.

When it comes to writing characteristics it's also important to watch characters from different perspectives - that helps with giving them nuance. Let's take Vox. People seem to like and respect him, he's obviously an influential figure (he has a lot of social power). But from Alastor's perspective, he's just a pathetic little attention-seeking looser (he has a fragile ego and lowe self-esteem). Yet his assistant seemed to be scared shitless while talking to him (he had done things that made people from his closer look aware that he's dangerous). Angel knows he watches his abuse and hangs out with Valentino (at best he's indifferent to other's suffering, at worst he enjoys it). Carmilla doesn't respect him but they are on terms good enough, Vox wants to do business with her (he's a competent business partner). For the rest of Vees he's smart enough to listen to him but at the same time he's their cringefail naurospicy bestie. Add all of those perspectives together and you have yourself a multidimensional character that can interact with other elements of the narrative in vastly different ways. Also, from that point you can build up, asking yourself other questions "What would they think/do/say?".

Also, the last thing: every character needs a clear goal that influences all their decision. Choose it and always keep it in mind. Bonus points: a character has two main goals that are contradictory. When I write Vox he has two goal: power and adoration. He always has to choose which one is more important to him because while he has measures to achieve great power, some things that he would want to do are socially undesirable. In Valentino's case: hedonistic pleasure and immediate gratification vs love for Vox that demands sacrifices and compromises.

So anyway I hope that will be helpful to you <3 And don't be too hard on yourself when it comes to writing, not everything must be Game of Thrones. Especially in fandom spaces, sometimes we all want to indulge in some simple fluff or crack.

[notedchampagne]

Honestly i also think that a lot of the romanticization of Ianthe vs infantilization/fear mongering of harrowhark is also that like... We don't really get to see Ianthe suffer the nastier parts of shit mental health. Like, we know she cries to sleep, for like a line or two, but we're not pressed against her intimacies and the inside of her head (hehehe pun intended) like we are with harrow.

It's easy to infantilize Harrowhark because we get to see her struggling, we get to see the thought processes that lead to her lashing out, we get to see her suffering through. Well, basically everything, more than we see her putting on the dignity, and even when we do, we generally get to see the lead up, or we are with someone who responds in kind (thanks gideon).

With Ianthe we basically *only* get the facade, even when the Issues Are Blatant, and even if when she lashes out she does her utmost best to seem in control, much like harrow. The other characters do Not Give A Shit, so neither do we, as readers, feel naturally inclined to it.

Plus like. I might be reaching, but sometimes i feel like tlt fandom needs a character to be "pathetic", or to suffer, in order to... Idk how to word this bc englishs not my first language, but essentially pay penance? In the fandom I see a lot of people who feel Uncomfortable recalling their fave did bad shit, and like, needing to either justify it for themselves or others by going "oh look how she suffers", essentially infantilizing their characters so they don't have to acknowledge the worst edges, which is a choice, I guess. They not only do this with Harrowhark, but also with Gideon, Pyrrha, Mercymorn, etc.

They also do the opposite, by rejecting the possibility of suffering for characters they consider evil, most notably with John. It's not possible for them to be over their heads, or for them to have made a mistake. Either they were deliberately planning it, or they deserved it somehow, or their actions *later* meant they retroactively deserved it, and may be pointed as the cause for it happening.

Which is... Uncomfortable, to say the least, even if I'm only latine.

anyways. TDLR: People should just say they look really fucking cool dripping with blood and determined. At this point ill even take an I support women's wrongs/woman's right to murder or whatever

Sorry for going in a tangent on your askbox or of this doesnt make sense its like nearly two am and i cant sleep

this is very real and leans into what ive observed in fandom as well! tlt is a house party full of morally gray characters but i feel like when we are panicked to discuss someone being "evil" or otherwise the two closest avenues are infantilization/reduction (i can fix him, theyre pathetic they cant do anything right im protecting them) or full villainy (i like them Because theyre evil, irredeemable, they deserved it so i dont care)

hope you sleep soon

[thesoftestpunk]

Outside, up all night

Summary: You knew it was dumb to be at a party of a guy you knew didn’t like you but everyone else at school was going. You bump into Eddie and lovely chaos ensues.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female!Reader

Word count: 3378

A/N: There’s brief descriptions of reader as bullies say her nose is too big and tits are too small but bullies suck and honestly we all see ourselves so different so it can be read as insecurity.

Warnings: bullying, emetophobia! Reader throws up and there’s a convo about it, smoking, drugs, and just lots of fluff and tension.

You knew it was dumb to be at a party of a guy you knew didn’t like you but everyone else at school was going. Your best friend had reiterated it every chance she got until you agreed. Neither of you were the party type, but it was senior year, so fuck it. 

And it’s not like it’s his fault for talking kind of shit about you while you unknowingly listened. Like, sure, you can’t help but agree that your nose might be a little big and your tits are a little small, so was he really saying anything wrong? But when he said he’d still fuck you despite these less than desirable qualities, bile rose and you felt the need to just run. You make it as far as the pool in the backyard where most everyone is swimming in their own underwear. Fuck it, you think as you strip out of your jumpsuit. You had forgone your bra and matched it with a white top underneath, but you don’t think about it as you jump in. It calms you as you’re forced to not breathe and just be able to think.. It’s quiet other than the occasional muffled shout. 

You push yourself further down, watching everyone’s legs. Some tangle together, and others kick each other apart. It’s serene under the water, watching the light bounce off all the walls and bodies. There’s the slight burn of chlorine in your eyes as you take in every blurry limb. The water crashing as someone jumps in echoes in your ears and you watch as they quickly swim back up. Your lungs begin to burn as you just begin to  graze the bottom of the pool. 

Coming up at the last possible second, you press your back against the cool tile, trying to catch your breath. You’re still nauseous as you watch your classmates having fun. This isn’t fun. Instead, you pull yourself out where you’re at, hoping to find your clothes easily. They lay exactly where you left them, but two people stand over them unintentionally. One you recognize right away despite not seeing his face clearly. The Indiana humidity makes the frizz of his hair almost twice as big, but you only knew one person in your entire school, hell probably the entire county, with hair like that. The sound of your tiny gasps grabs his attention, turning his head quickly, his doe eyed expression illuminated by the lights from the pool. Just as his eyes fall to your chest, that you don’t even realize is incredibly visible at the moment, yours lands directly to the baggie of weed in his hand littered with rings. A crumpled wad of cash is held out to him by a fellow classmate you're too embarrassed to look in the eye. 

“You okay?” Eddie notices how panicked you seem. “You look a little… green.”

“I’m—“ you have to swallow the bile that threatens to rise again, but you don't have much success this time. At least you’re able to avoid throwing up on him and the other guy who takes several dramatic steps back. 

“Shit.” Eddie mutters as you gag on nothing. It was a pathetic spittle of a puke when the only thing in your stomach was three sips of shitty beer. 

“I’m fine,” you hold a hand out to keep him back in case there’s more.

“Okay, come on.” Eddie takes off his jacket -his fucking leather jacket- and wraps it around your shoulders since you’re too wet from the pool to get your jumpsuit back on. Before you can argue, he’s guiding you through the house, up the stairs and into an empty bedroom. “If you need to puke again, the bathroom is right here,” he points to a door within the bedroom which he enters before emerging with a towel. 

“How much have you had to drink?” 

“I’m not drunk,” you say. He leaves you a shivering mess in the middle of the spacious room as he digs around in one of the dressers. “What are you doing? This isn’t…”

“I doubt Jason Carver is going to miss a couple items of clothing.” Walking back over to you, he hands you a fresh t-shirt and a pair of boxers. “I can grab you some water while you change.”

“Seriously,” you drape the towel over your trembling shoulders. “I’m not drunk. I only had half of some disgusting beer.” 

“I can get you something better if you’d like?”

“I’d rather not.” Your face burns at the thought of embarrassing yourself even more in front of him. 

“I’ll be back y/n. Lock the door behind you and I’ll do a really weird knock to let you know it’s me.”

Watching him leave, you wonder how he knew your name. Honestly, you didn’t think you were on anyone’s radar at school. That’s why you threw up. It freaked you out that popular kids were talking about you behind your back. Especially in the way that Jason had. Shaking that from your head, you change quickly. It doesn’t matter that the door is locked. You feel like you’re being watched no matter how impossible that would be here. The tshirt Eddie stole smells like a stereotypical boy. Unlike the deep musky scent you caught from the leather jacket. You decide to skip the underwear, feeling weird about the owner being Jason. 

Just as he promised, he knocks in the most ridiculous rhythm just as you’re zipping your jumpsuit back up. It makes you laugh but you hide it when you open the door. You don’t want him thinking you liked him or anything. 

“So, riddle me this,” he says as he hands you the cup of water in exchange for the wet clothes. Somehow he managed to find a trash bag to put them in. “If you’re not drunk, why’d you puke?” 

“It’s… a long stupid story.” You look away, feeling stupid about how you reacted. 

Eddie sits on the bed, patting the spot next to him for you to join. It’s weird how he looks less intimidating without the leather and a smile. Sighing heavily, you take the opportunity and sit next to him. 

“It involves Jason actually,” you explain bitterly before continuing. “I guess I should start with the fact that my friend swore to me that he had a crush on me, but he was kissing someone else. That’s not really the point. I knew he didn’t and I’m not into bimbos like him.”

He looks amused by the fact that you called Jason a bimbo. 

“I just freaked because he and his friends were talking about me without knowing I was listening. I’m not even sure how they got on the topic but I heard my name and stayed. One of the girls mentioned my nose was too big and another guy said something about how my tits are too small. Jason said… despite all of these not so appealing qualities, he’d still be down to fuck me.” 

“Okay…” Eddie looks away, eyes darting around as he processes the information before landing back on you. “So that’s why you got sick?”

“I- I have this anxiety thing. It just didn’t occur to me before that people actually talked about me I guess? Especially like that. It’s not just Jason’s fault, you know.” You had noticed his clenched jaw even if he was trying to be subtle about it. “It’s his friends too.”

“He still said it.” 

“Seriously, dude, it’s nothing. I don’t care about a word that comes out of his mouth. I just had a small attack is all. Sometimes I puke. Sometimes I don’t.” 

Eddie nods slowly, trying to act cool about it. What could he even do? It wasn’t like he was capable of fighting the stupid jock. 

“Well,” he pulls out a rolled joint from within his pockets, a wicked smile on his face. “I’ve got just the perfect cure.” 

“Eddie.” You laugh incredulously, but it comes off more as shock.

“What? Never smoked a little weed?”

“Of course but-“ you ignore the surprise on his face, twisting your hands together nervously before continuing. “Jason had two rules. Don’t break anything and don’t smoke inside.”

“Again, why do you care?” But he notices the way you chew on your bottom lip and your leg begins to shake. He understood your anxieties despite being such a loud, eccentric person, and he wasn’t going to just make you feel worse. “How about this? We go out to my van and smoke there?”

“Why? So you can have your way with me once I’m too intoxicated?” You can’t help but tease. Underneath that tough looking exterior, you knew Eddie had a soft side. It was clear the moment he covered you up and helped take care of you. 

“Look, we don’t have to. It’s- it’s your choice, sweetheart.” The deep blush covering his cheeks makes you feel guilty. 

“I’m sorry. I was kidding. If you’re cool with it, I’d rather smoke in your van.” 

Eddie holds open the bedroom door for you, but you still let him lead the way once you’re both out in the hallway. You follow behind closely, clutching the plastic bag in your hand nervously. A few sets of eyes follow the both of you, curious, but you keep your eyes on the floor to ignore them. Once you get downstairs and the crowd gets thicker, you see Eddie reach behind his back for you. When you hesitate too long, he turns around to make sure you’re still there.

“Don’t want you getting lost.” 

His smile is comforting enough for you to reach out and have his hand envelope yours. He keeps you close, squeezing when students around get particularly rowdy and almost tear your hand away. Even when there’s only a straggler here and there outside, he keeps your hand in his until you’re in front of his van. He opens the passenger door for you before jogging around to the other side. It’s a little dirty, you notice as he’s trying to find his lighter, but nothing you hadn’t expected. It stinks of old weed, and you wonder how often he must hotbox in here before the click of his lighter grabs your attention. 

He takes a painstakingly long hit, his cheeks hollowing before pulling the joint from his lips and out to you, and sucks in a sharp breath, holding it. His eyes never wander from yours, even when you bring up your nervously trembling hand to your lips. Slowly, he breathes out, some smoke escaping his nostrils as if he were a dragon. As if sensing your shyness of smoking in front of him, his eyes slip shut and his head falls back. You take a significantly smaller hit, afraid you’d become a coughing mess if you followed his lead. Quickly, the van fills with smoke as the two of you pass the joint back and forth. You find yourself loosening up, muscles no longer tense and laughing at Eddie’s attempts of smoke tricks. 

“I thought you said you don’t do this much.” Eddie narrows his eyes when you make a perfect smoke ring. To which, you just shrug a shoulder and give a sly smile. Well, if you were going to play like that… “Ever shotgun before?”

The confusion on your face and tilt of your head is answer enough. 

“Come closer,” he waves you forward and you comply without a second thought. He chuckles and gently grabs your chin. “Closer, sweetheart. I don’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.” 

You would give him a gentle shove if it weren’t for his thumb parting your bottom lip from the top. As he takes in another slow drag, you wait patiently, enjoying the sight of his soft eyes up close. 

“I breathe out,” he sucks in a breath, and his voice sounds warped from the burning smoke in his lungs. “You breathe in, got it?”

You can hardly even nod, afraid you’ll bump your lips into his. The warmth of the smoke lets you know to start breathing in. It tickles the back of your throat but you’re only focused on the fact that you’re a hair’s breadth away from kissing Eddie Munson. The flash of blue light from the corner of your vision stops you, and then you both hear the distant sirens. 

“Shit!” Eddie hisses under his breath, and tosses what is essentially a roach at this point in an empty cup holder. He turns the engine quickly while you cough out the smoke. 

“Wait!” You gasp between coughs, eyes watering at the burning in your throat. “My friend. She’s inside! We’ve got to—“

“It’s every man for himself at this point.” As he puts the van into drive, you hear distant screaming from the teenagers inside, bodies spilling out of the house at an alarming rate. The tires squeal as he slams on the gas, and swerves when a classmate nearly runs in front of them on the road. “If she’s as smart as you, she’ll run.” 

Turning in your seat, you barely get to see the police skidding to a halt and running out of their vehicles after kids. You pray that your best friend doesn’t get caught. 

“D’you think they saw us?”

“Even if they did, do you really think Hopper is gonna send more than two cars out?” 

Well, he made a fair point. Still, it doesn’t stop your leg from shaking nervously, your thoughts probably going as fast as Eddie is driving. Despite the darkness, he takes notice of your nerves. If your heart wasn’t racing already, it surely would when he puts a hand on your knee. 

“Let me take you home. Where do you live?”

“Just off Maple.” You find yourself playing with the class ring on his right hand and wonder what year is engraved on the side. 

“Hanging in over there?” 

“Yeah. I’ve just never had to run away from the cops before.” You laugh softly, the warm buzz still in your system. “You make it look easy.”

“You think I do this on a daily basis?” He pretends to be offended.

“Eddie, I think it’s your job.” You giggle. Yeah, you’re definitely still super high. 

“Yeah,” he chuckles, fingers squeezing your knee playfully. “You’re hanging in just fine.” 

There’s a long stretch of silence while Eddie drives, one hand on the wheel, the other still on your knee. You take it and hold it up to the moonlight, observing it at different angles. It would be hard for you to explain, even buzzed, but there was something beautiful about his hands when the moonlight caught them just right. The ring shines, distracting you and you slip it from his middle finger, fiddling with it in your own hands. Eddie almost doesn’t know what to do now that you seem bored of his hand that hovers awkwardly in the air. That is until you take notice and place it back over your knee, thinking nothing of it. 

“You know,” his voice surprises you. “All that shit Carver and his douchebag friends said about you… it’s not true. And, you know, you deserve sex with a guy who finds you beautiful. Which you are.”

“Oh.” Your ears burn at the thought of that guy being him. It’s a thought you realize you don’t mind having. “Oh. Thank you. Um, you’re beautiful too.”

“Yeah,” he snorts. “And I’ve got a great rack.” 

That makes you snort, a sound you thought was ugly, but his smile only grows bigger as you let out a string of laughter. You’re still letting out tiny giggles as he pulls onto your street, and you give him directions to your house. As he parks a couple houses down, you’ve calmed down, giving him a dopey smile when he puts the car in park.

“I have to be honest,” Eddie starts. “I knew of you. I mean, Cassie talks you up all the time to her other friends, and Robin talks about you too. I just didn’t think I’d ever be able to talk to you.”

“Aw, thought I was too cool for you?” 

“No. Yes.” He says instead not wanting to sound rude. “No. I just didn’t wanna scare you is all. I knew you were shy.”

“You think you’re scary?” Your head tilts and he can see the sincerity in your eyes despite how dark it is. The only light comes from a street lamp behind himself, dimly illuminating half your face. 

“Everyone does.” He fidgets with his rings, an obvious tell. “You don’t?”

“I mean,” you blow out a puff of air in thought. “I guess at first glance, yeah, but then when you’re in the lunchroom acting up with all your friends, you’re just this huge goofball. You love the bad attention so much that you’re a terrible public speaker when it comes to oral assignments. Plus, I heard Chrissy Cunningham say how you were such a gentleman during your deal.” 

You realize your mistake when his lips curl into a grin, mischief in his eyes, and you curse how loose the weed made your lips. Of course you noticed Eddie fucking Munson. Who wouldn’t? But they all saw him as some freak, while you found his excitability captivatingly endearing. With being so not well known, it was easy to blend in and watch everyone around you, including him. Especially him. 

“I, uhm,” you clear your throat awkwardly and your face burns furiously as you hide more in the shadows. “I just… observe is all.”

“Right…” he gives you a disbelieving look, but amusement dances in his eyes. 

“I should probably go.” You point your thumb toward your house, quiet and unlit as everyone inside sleeps. But you hesitate. Like you’re waiting for something, but you aren’t sure what. 

“Okay.” He just watches as you stare back at him, eyes copying his doe eyed ones. They soften once you realize, Eddie just might not make a move because what move is there to make? He probably hadn’t even intended to almost kiss you earlier, only teasing. 

So you climb out of his van slowly, walking backwards a couple steps to realize he’s going to wait until you make it inside. You turn, shoulders falling in confusing disappointment, and you stop. Fuck it, you repeat the nights mantra as you turn back around and move to the drivers side window that he’s rolled down by the time you arrive. 

“Forget something?” He asks in genuine confusion. 

“Forgot to give you my number.” You decide, not sure if you’re bold enough to straight up kiss him. “Got a pen?”

This gets him into action, rummaging around the floor and compartments of his van, returning victoriously with a sharpie. You take it, and don’t even let him try to find something to write on before grabbing his hand, palm up, and writing your home number. 

“Careful calling after six,” you give him a warm smile. “My dad would freak if he heard a boy calling.”

“What do I say, then?”

“The old school project partner trick always works.” You shrug a shoulder, having had a boyfriend or two do that in the past. Not that you had many of them. “I’d just really like to do this again.”

“Me too.” He smiles, genuine and sweet. 

God. Fuck. It. 

You step forward, leaning up against the van door as you push up on your tiptoes and kiss him. He’s surprised at first and it leaves your mouths misaligned but once he relaxes into it, you both readjust perfectly. Your stomach flutters at the softness of his lips and how he holds your head even softer. You pull away, certain you could stay all night if you don’t stop at this moment. 

“So,” you smile sheepishly. “You’ll call?”

“Of fucking course, sweetheart.” 

You honest to god giggle as you head back for your house, only looking over your shoulder once to see Eddie watching you carefully. He seems to soften when you throw another smile his way, finally heading inside. He stays a moment longer, long enough to see your bedroom light turn where you fall into bed, blissed out on one kiss. 

[silverskye13]

just binged all of redstone and skulk in one go. HOLY SHIT!!! i left some comments on ao3 but that wasn't enough. i needed to come to your tumblr too bc this fic has Changed Me A Little. it makes sense- i've been subscribed to you on ao3 for a while (remember hound's tooth? i think that was when i started following your writing. and monsters splitting hairs, although i'm not quite caught up on that one), and that was for a good reason- but tanguish and helsknight are something else! part of why i like fanfiction is because i get to see more of characters i already like- it takes a special fic to get me so invested in characters i've basically just met! and you do it so well! like. the subtle character things! the way i can pick out the hermits' (and martyn's, but i'm calling him a hermit for the sake of convenience) traits in the helsmits, but warped and twisted around like a funhouse mirror? fantastic. i love it. im eating that shit up. the ilttle differences and similarities between tango and tanguish, helsknight and wels (bc he isn't acting very knightly right now), impulse and the demon- it's so cool to see! i also saw the other ask you got where you talked about your process, and how you give your characters a list of traits as a guide to writing them- i'm definitely going to have to borrow that trick. it works! so well! it shows in your writing in the consistency of how the characters behave!

some other thoughts i had while reading:

helsknight being religious probably has a lot more to do with him being a knight than wels being a lutheran irl (which is where his name comes from and i find that hilarious), but still. if it's unintentional it's hilarious and if it's on purpose then it's a fun easter egg!

i relate to and understand tanguish, because i too would want to befriend helsknight, and also because if a bunch of big scary people basically adopted me and tried to teach me how to use a knife i would be so pathetic about it.

i relate to and understand helsknight and tango, because tanguish is the weirdest little cat ever and i too am captivated by his pathetic little freak charms, and i want to be his friend.

i neither relate to nor understand wels, because 1) if i saw my friend's presumably-evil counterpart skulking around the shopping district i would likely call them first (just seems like the polite thing to do, and also bc if helsknight showed up and the ppl who found him didn't call wels about it i feel like he'd probably be more than a little pissed), and 2) look at tanguish. he's just a little guy. he's a little guy and it's his birthday. how could you be mean to him.

tl;dr: redstone and skulk has compelled me to the point that leaving comments on ao3 wasn't enough, i needed to ramble straight into your inbox because it's just so good.

Oh my gosh! Firstly: thank you for all the kind words! I'm glad you're liking my writing so far, and thank you both for the comments and the scurry into the inbox. I love hearing people's thoughts, even if I don't have the spoons to respond to everyone all the time :'D

For your bullet points:

-- I didn't know Wels was Lutheran! I knew he was ex-military, and at least in my family's trends, military and religiosity go hand in hand, so it makes sense. But still! Learning new fun facts! I know nothing about the Lutheran Church [I was raised Baptist.] Probably gonna do some reading later.

-- I feel like Tanguish is going through that phase of "all the biker/military uncles have decided I'm one of them for some reason" and as someone who has gone through that before, for the same baffling non-reasons [used power tools in their presence once, a la Tanguish barely participating in a fight once] I sympathize. Very interesting somewhat scary people. Why did you invite me to sit at your table. Why do you keep slipping me tequila and buying me knives like I'm in on the joke.

-- Tanguish is such a specimen we all just want to look at him under a microscope. He is so scared yet so brave. He thinks knives are scary but he leaps off buildings. He's scared of getting hurt and seeing blood but he has no regard for his personal safety. How do you fit so many oxymorons in such a tiny body---

-- Wels please, he's a little guy and it's his birthday! Stop bullying him!!

Addendum: I agree Jackrabbit is very Tanguish coded. It is now on the playlist.

Want to live like an animal?

By the skin of your teeth?

Put your good face on, you're foolin' no one

You're a jackrabbit underneath

One step forward, step right back

Run for the hills, honey, run for the hills, honey

Run for the hills, don't look back

[sokkastyles]

Hi,

Hope you are doing well.

I have another query regarding TSR. When Katara confronts Yon Rah and spare him at the end, I didn't notice Zuko's silence at that moment. Now, I am realizing that his silence in a way shows that he accepted and respected Katara's choice. He may not have liked it, but he understood that it was her choice, and that was that.

Looking at the way Aang responded at the end of the episode, I don't think he understood her choice at all. He simply assumed that she forgave Yon Rah, when she did not. It seems like he did not want to understand her choice at all.

On a separate note, do you feel that when it comes to Zuko's actions in the episode, it seems a bit weird that some people say that Zuko wanted Katara to murder Yon Rah in revenge, when not once did he bring that subject up in the episode whatsoever, and the one who brought that topic up was Aang?

I would like your thoughts on this.

The thing I find funny is that people try to make this about Zuko or Katara not respecting Aang's culture when throughout the episode, the one who is consistently unwilling to accept other people's perspectives is Aang. Aang is the one who insists it's about revenge. And I agree, Katara saying "maybe it is" is probably the point where that idea entered her mind.

I'm not saying that was never a possibility, because let's be real, they're not going there to make friends with the guy. But reducing it to revenge ignores the fact that these are people who need to be stopped. No one knew Yon Rah was retired. (I've also said before that Zuko and Katara should have at least disabled the Southern raiders' ship after learning Yon Rah wasn't there, because those men certainly were not innocent.) It's also about Katara reclaiming her legacy. Yon Rah thought he had murdered the last waterbender, remember? One thing that did give Katara closure was being able to affirm her survival and confront the man who could have been her murderer with it. This also ties into why learning waterbending combat was so important to Katara. The Southern raiders' mission was to wipe out waterbenders because the fire nation feared them as a threat to their war. Katara confronting the man who supposedly killed the last waterbender with all her power is an affirmation that that mission had failed. This is also why I have no time for people who insist that fighting is not a part of Katara's legacy and who she is.

And like you said, Zuko is silent when Katara makes her choice. He might have disagreed with her, or not. The only indication we get of his feelings is the look of hatred he throws Yon Rah behind Katara's back as they are leaving, but that could mean a lot of things. It could mean that Zuko has accepted that this man who he clearly despises has to live with the fact that the person he was sent to kill not only lived, but became more powerful than he could have imagined, and that he is pathetic in comparison. One could argue that this is a punishment worse than death. And that actually is probably enough for Zuko, because what he wanted was the confrontation. Remember when he tells the new captain to look Katara in the eyes and remember? I've said before that that mirrors Zuko confronting his father and demanding the truth, a confrontation which he also chose to walk away from without killing. What Zuko wants is for these men to be confronted with their crimes, and in neither case is that accomplished through killing.

And not only is Zuko silent during, but after the fact, he expresses no judgement on what Katara did, not even when she herself says she is uncertain. He tells Aang he was right, even though Aang again is the one to make assumptions and immediately says he's "proud" of Katara for "choosing forgiveness," which Katara immediately shoots down. Despite how much this episode wants to tell us that Aang is wise and understanding, it is Katara and Zuko who demonstrate understanding of the situation, Katara who makes the right decision in the end and is wise enough to be accepting of the ambiguity of her feelings, Zuko who is able to extend understanding to both sides when Aang and Katara continue to disagree. Zuko also never makes an attempt to define the situation. We do not see Zuko and Katara's initial conversation beyond Zuko telling Katara he knows where to find Yon Rah, which implies that Katara's decision to go after him is a foregone conclusion with no need of convincing by Zuko. Another thing we never see is what Zuko told the rest of the gaang after the fact, when Katara was not there. Aang tells Katara that Zuko told him what happened, and makes his own assumptions about what happened, assumptions which Katara says are wrong. But we never hear Zuko's interpretation of the facts, because it's not for him to define what happened. The episode is very careful to NOT have Zuko define or influence things. Which is why it's funny when people try to argue that he did. It also makes it more noticeable that Aang is the one who attempts to define things before listening to Katara, which is why he comes across negatively in this episode, and why it negatively affects an audience view of his relationship with Katara.

[prettyboybuckley]

"your smile brings me so much joy." also this from the prompt list, if it sparks joy? 🥺👉👈

hi april ❤️ @lostinabuddiehaze also requested this one, hope you and kel like it. It's not totally a confession but close enough? 😌 yes i know you basically supplied the idea for the call yourself but you didn't know it was for this prompt sooo

When Buck imagined them finally talking about this, or even starting that conversation, he didn't think it'd be at a call. Perhaps that was naive of him to think, considering they spend a lot of time at work.

Christmas is nearing, which means that they get called out to a lot of calls from people trying and failing to decorate their house, and this time is no exception.

Honestly, all Buck can think about with Christmas coming close is that a year ago he was still with Taylor and Eddie left the 118. Neither of those are things he likes to think about.

"I swear I was being careful," the young woman sniffs as Eddie and Chim help her onto the stretcher. "I just wanted to put it all up before my wife came home because I knew it'd make her smile."

Said wife, who introduced herself as Andy, is standing next to them, looking fond but exasperated, with her hands on her hips.

"You'd think you'd know by now that this is a two-person job, Kate," she retorts. "And if you waited, I could have told you that the ladder wasn't reliable."

Kate—she fell from the ladder when a step cracked, and broke her leg and probably injured her back, bless her—pulls a petulant face but doesn't argue.

"I think it's sweet that you did this because you wanted to make your wife smile," Buck defends her, because he does, and he totally gets it. He'd do anything to put a smile on the face of the love of his life.

Eddie snorts, shaking his head. "Of course you do, this is exactly the kind of stupid thing you'd do."

"Yeah, well, you know your smile brings me so much joy," Buck retorts, and it's supposed to come out as a joke, but he's pretty sure that it ends up being a little too genuine.

"You almost losing your fingers while trying to fix the garbage disposal would not make me smile."

"That was one time!"

Chim, who has been watching their interaction with what seems to be rising amusement, seems to decide to put a stop to their bickering as he says: "You can squabble about that later, boys."

Buck and Eddie both roll their eyes, but they do start moving, the wife walking with them to the ambulance.

"How long have you two been together?" Kate asks, looking up at them from her position on the stretcher.

They share a look and Buck is starting to panic a little, and Eddie seems to be at a loss for words as well.

"They aren't," Hen, who has been watching it all quietly, ends up answering, "but that's because they're stupid."

She and Chim take over the stretcher, and Andy follows them and her wife into the back of the ambulance, leaving Buck and Eddie standing outside.

"So," Eddie says, smiling a little awkwardly, and Buck rocks himself back and forth on the balls of his heels, hands in his pockets. "You like to make me smile, huh?"

"Didn't think that would be news to you."

That puts a thoughtful look on Eddie's face, as if he's trying to remember something, and Buck is holding his breath. God, he's so in love that it's pathetic, and at this point Eddie has to see it, too, right?

"No, I guess not," he answers after a moment, ducking his head as if he's embarrassed about something. "I like it when you smile, too. Because of something I did. I mean, I like to make you happy, because-"

He cuts himself off, looking frustrated. Buck can hear Bobby calling for them from the engine.

"I get it, I feel the same," Buck tells him, and he hopes Eddie means what Buck thinks he means, but maybe he's reading too much into this. If that's the case, this is probably sounding a little too much like a love confession. "We can talk about it later? This feels like a conversation we shouldn't have here."

Eddie nods, and their shoulders bump as they walk back to the engine. When Buck glances to the side, their eyes meet, and Eddie smiles, small and private but with a look in his eyes that makes the hope inside Buck's chest swell ten times in size.

from the romantic confession dialog prompts

[thatgirl4815]

Sorry to pester, but re. your point about Ray bringing up Sand's feelings for him only when he's drunk/high - I also wondered if part of that wasn't a simmering frustration at Sand's (understandable, don't get me wrong!) refusal to articulate those feelings to Ray despite Ray having tried to open up that channel of communication a couple of times. When he's sober he can only broach it in a light-hearted (ep 4) or studiously casual (ep 6) way, but when he's off his head it all comes tumbling out in the most toxic, muddled up way possible. I expected to end this ep pissed at Ray but honestly he was so pitiful I still just feel bad for him. Like that classic parental rejoinder - I'm not angry, just disappointed! (Though I think part of that is my disbelief at how callously Mew is using him - all my anger got immediately redirected when Mew couldn't kiss him in private but had no difficulty making out with him to piss off Top - initially I tried to give Mew the benefit of the doubt, thinking he'd at least TRY to feel something more for Ray/give the relationship a go but nah, he's giving literally nothing! Everything he's doing, from trying out Ray's life-endangering self-destructive behaviours for funsies to using Ray's feelings for him to get revenge on Top, when out of everyone he's the one who knows how close Ray's issues came to killing him... Is it any wonder Ray goes after Sand?? Even HE can't fail on some level to pick up on Mew's total disinterest!

Yeah, I’d imagine the majority of people were worried after Ep7 that Ray would be using both Mew and Sand this ep, “two-timing” just like Boston said. But the interesting subversion is that Mew is using Ray much more than Ray is using Mew. Mew even comments that Ray loves him unconditionally, which is the very thing that Mew is using against him; he knows he’s got Ray wrapped around his little finger, so he doesn’t have to worry about using his affection to get back at Top. It indicates just how pathetic Mew thinks Ray is that Ray doesn’t have enough self-respect to walk away from him despite what he’s doing. Mew doesn’t even TRY to be subtle, and idk whether to be aggravated or pleased at that from a viewing perspective.

About Ray and Sand’s admission of their feelings—I’ve said before that I think they have good communication when they’re speaking one-on-one, but the truth is that they are also very indirect when it comes to feelings. Sand told Ray that he would never take someone like him as his boyfriend in Ep3, yet we know he wants a relationship with Ray as early as Ep4, and definitely in Ep5. Sand tells Ray he cares about him in Ep6 and 7, but then he’s (as you indicated, understandably) cold towards him when he sees Ray with Mew, despite the fact that Ray and Sand have never explicitly indicated that they are anything but friends. In that sense, I think Ray is valid for his frustrations about his relationship with Sand; at the same time, I think Sand is valid for being upset about Ray’s relationship with Mew. That’s what’s making their plot so complex—neither one of them is invalid for their feelings imo.

So their romantic feelings are almost entirely based on wordless subtleties that no one seems too keen on vocalizing at the moment (but it looks like they will be addressing them more directly next episode). It makes them both frustrated, but once they address those feelings in words I think it’ll resolve a lot of the tension.

[aluveras]

Not too much fun!

Peter parker x Female reader

A/n: I wanna clarify that all my female reader fics and male reader (if i make them) are trans friendly since i see =trans people as the gender they identify as, if its not trans friendly (use of genitilia for example but you can just imagine you had ur surgery) i'll say it in the fic.

Warnings: suggestive content, fluff, may being a character i enjoy way too much.

Word count: 1.2k

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‘’Can you be any more obsessed bro?’’

Pete whips his head over to Ned. He could barely hear him over the crowd of people in the cafeteria.

‘’What? I’m not obsessed what are you talking about?’’

‘’Hey, it’s fine I get it. She’s absolutely gorgeous.’’

‘’Tell me something new’’ Peter answers dreamily while his chin rests on his hand.

‘’You guys are weirdos.’’ MJ says out of nowhere

‘’Yeah, well you sit with weirdos.’’ Peter says back immediately.

It was silent for a few seconds.

‘’That sounded a lot less pathetic when I thought of it...’’

‘’Yeah that’s with most of what you say I think.’’ Ned answers

‘’Ned come on dude, you’re supposed to be on my side.’’

Too focused on the conversation Peter all of a sudden felt his peter ting-  Spider sense, sensing in a very weird way.

‘’Hey Peter.’’

There you were. The most beautiful, drop dead gorgeous, jaw dropping girl he had ever seen.

Ned shoved him to say something.

‘’H-hey Y-Y/n’’ You giggle at his stutter and he swears he is ascending into heaven hearing that sound.

‘’I was wondering if you could help me with the decathlon practice,  I don’t really know anyone on the team and you seem nice. And I’ve seen you in class you’re in incredibly smart. So could you help me?’’

This is a dream. It has to be, he thinks.

‘’If you don’t want to you can say so, it’s okay. ‘’ you say because of his silence.  A hint of disappointment in your voice

‘’No! I would love to!’’ Peter squeaked, immediately cringing at how he said it.

Ned and even MJ can’t help but chuckle a little, neither can you.

‘’Okay great! At your place after school today?’’

‘’Yeah, I’ll walk with you to my place if you don’t mind?’’

‘’That would be great! Thank you.’’

You walk away with a big smile and so does peter as he watches you until you’re out of frame.

- after school –

You walk up to Peter at the entrance of the school.

He feels you coming and turns around quickly, his cheeks already starting to blush                                                    at seeing how beautiful you look.

‘’Hey Pete! Ready to go?’’ if he wasn’t blushing already he sure as hell was now that you used a nickname for him.

‘’Yeah just follow me!’’

-After walking for a bit you arrived at his apartment-

As he allowed you to step in you immediately saw and smelled a cloud of smoke and a middle aged woman cooking…or at least trying to. As she turned around you made eye contact and her face immediately lit up.

‘’Peter! Who is this beautiful young lady?!’’

‘’May, this is Y/n, Y/n this is my aunt May.’’ He said happily finally getting to introduce you to his aunt who he has been ranting about you to.

‘’Hello miss Parker, it’s nice to meet you!’’

‘’It’s May to you sweetie and it is lovely meeting you! I’ve been waiting for this ever since peter couldn’t stop talking about you.’’

‘’She’s joking!’’ Peter says quickly

‘’I don’t talk about you at all! Well that’s not true, I don’t never mention you or pretend you don’t exist or something I just-‘’

Peter was cut off by your laugh, he wish he could have that his alarm in the morning. That would make him wake up and make sure he hears it again. (he means the waking up part in a good way)

‘’It’s okay Peter, if it makes you feel better I talk a lot about you too’’ You smirk.

Peter starts blushing like crazy as he clears his throat and says,

‘’So we’re gonna go study together in my room, if that’s okay?’’

‘’Yes of course, have fun…’’

You and Peter walk to his room and just before he closes his door you hear May say,

‘’But not too much fun!’’

‘’May! Really?!’’ Peter whines

‘’Sorry, I had to!’’

As you sit by Peters bed and he sits next to you, you finally start to realize what you’re gonna do.

You’ve been having this crush on Peter for a while now, you kept seeing him stare and somewhere along the way when he wasn’t staring at you, you would stare at him.                                                             You waited for him to do something but he just never did, just kept staring and never doing anything.

So one day when you had enough of the waiting you decided to form a plan.                                               You didn’t even need help for school, it was just a perfect plan to hang out with Peter and tell him how you feel. Though when you sat there, you couldn’t even think about actually doing it.

There were times while working you two looked into each other eyes and didn’t even say anything, it would feel like the time stopped and all that there was Peter and this feeling. This feeling. A feeling that is hard to describe but so pleasing.

A warmth in your chest, a smile that you can’t hide because it’s just so strong. Your heart going faster than ever and your hands shaking like crazy. Your brain could barely focus on anything other than his eyes.

‘’Y/n?’’ Peter says softly.

‘’Hm?’’ you hum also softly.

Then Peters body works faster than his brain and he just leans in. And you meet him halfway.

As your lips softly meet, the feeling is stronger than it’s ever been. As you depart you are both blushing insanely.

‘’Thank you.’’ Peter says

‘’Thank you?’’ You giggle

‘’For letting me kiss you! And not getting mad that I didn’t ask before.’’

‘’Peter, I wanted to kiss you and you gave me enough time to pull away, don’t worry.’’

‘’Really?!’’

You start to full on laugh now.

‘’Hey! Don’t laugh I was really nervous.’’

‘’I know, so was i!’’

‘’What! Why? I’m just Peter, a lonely nerd.’’

‘’You’re not lonely! You have Ned and MJ plus I like that your nerdy, I want a hot nerdy boyfriend!’’

You immediately regretted saying that.

‘’Not that I expected you to now immediately be my boyfriend! If you don’t want that then that’s fine.’’ You just wanted to disappear. (Like peter did in infinity way)

‘’I would actually…love to be your boyfriend…’’ Peter says softly

‘’Well then…’’ there was a silence which you expected to be awkward, but you just stared into each other eyes comfortably.

‘’Can I-‘’ He clears his throat before speaking again. ‘’Maybe kiss you again?’’

You giggle.

‘’We’re together now Pete, you don’t have to ask.’’ You laugh

And by that Peter (surprisingly easy to you) lifts you up a bit and makes sure you straddle him comfortably.

‘’Wow, who knew Peter had such mo-‘’ and before you could finish your lips were in a heated make out sesh with peters.

Just as he slips in his tongue into your mouth and he leaves a long groan, the door swings open.

And there stands a shocked and happy May.

‘’You got the girl!..’’ and quickly after that she says ‘’but I meant the not too much fun part not until your further into the relationship!’’

You laugh as Peter whines again ‘’May!’’

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[hokokon]

Wasp X human!Reader"Rely on"

This is a continuation of my previous post on Wasp X human!Reader♡

I have also posted on ao3! There is more to come and I will post it on ao3 from now on!

"I'm…, not a bad Autbot…"

Wasp was shrinking on his knees, holding his head, moaning and in agony. Sometimes you see him like this, pushed down by hatred, loneliness, and suffering from an abominable past.

"Wasp, are you okay?"

"Y/n, I'm not a traitor. Wasp was a good Autbot. …and yet…"

Since you started living with Wasp, you picked up a bit of his past from him in this way. Autbots, Decepticons, betrayal, espionage charges, life in prison….

"I always dreamed of being an Autobot commander."

"I wanted to fight for my beloved Autobots."

"And yet, I was set up by that guys, and Autbot treated me like a traitor. I was doing my best for Autbot."

"The Autobot guys treated me like a spy and did a lot of terrible things……. They put me in prison for a very long time."

"I didn't become a commander of the elite guard, and I lost all my friends."

"I don't know if I'm an Autbot anymore. All Autbots are enemies now."

"I was a good Autbot! ……but, I have no place to go back to."

Autbots, Decepticons. Even I, an ordinary earthling, know at least their names as they appear in the news these days. you know that they are from outside the earth, and that they are fighting on the earth. The Autbots are metal life forms that have declared to humans that they will protect the earth, and they are fighting to defeat and capture the Decepticons that are rampaging through the city.

Autbots are good, Decepticons are evil. They say they Transformers are divided into those two categories.

"My eye-sensors, used to be blue."

You have asked Wasp before. The blue-eyes are Autbots and the red-eyes are Decepticons. When you learned this, you remembered that you could not ask about Wasp's purple-colored eye-sensors.

"Now I'm neither blue nor red."

"It is not an Autbot or a Decepticon."

"I don't know anymore. Who the hell is me? What the hell is right?"

"I'm… I'm……"

If I could save Wasp from suffering. Even if that is not possible, how good it would be if I could make this pain a little easier for him.

His story of the past was so painful and sad that you could not even offer him words of encouragement. You cannot do the simplest thing, the only thing that even you could do. There is nothing you can do. Helpless, you can only listen to his words in silence…

"…Y/n, Coolant is leaking from the eye-sensors."

"…What? Oh, really, when did you…?"

How long he had been watching you, you had no idea. It was only when he pointed it out to you that you noticed the cold drops on your cheeks. You were so caught up in his unusual behavior that you didn't even notice that you were crying. You reached up with your fingers to your face and wiped the tears from your own eyes.

"Is it hot?"

"…these are, you know, the tears that people cry when their emotions are running high."

I was just thinking how sad I am to hear about Wasp. Then I wondered when….

He remained downcast and made no response while you explained in a hushed voice.

Tears. He may be thinking about the meaning of them now. No, he may be thinking not about you in front of him, but about a more distant, painful event in his past. He remained silent as he turned over, but he seemed helplessly sad and wore a different negative atmosphere than usual.

"What does Y/n think of me?"

"Do you feel sorry for me?"

"You think I'm pathetic?"

"Are you disappointed in me?"

"Are you disrespecting me?"

"Do you feel sorry for Wasp?"

"Y/n, Wasp…, Wasp…"

He mumbled and mumbled like a gibberish. His eye-sensors could not tell where he was looking. His facial expression was originally difficult to recognize, but now he seemed as if his soul had been drained out of him, as if he were in a blank.

It was a weakly spoken voice, the opposite of his usual rough and slightly quarrelsome way of speaking. You feel your chest tighten with each lamenting, clinging word. You feel a burning sensation in the back of your nose.

"Wasp, let's make this, your home! Of course, I'll stay with you."

"This is not the planet Cybertron, it's Earth, and I am not a Transformer, nor an Autbot or a Decepticon."

"Don't worry about the past, let's live together. I care about you."

Finally, you were able to spin your feelings into words. Then, he slowly stretched out his legs, which had been shrinking as if they were in a shell. You were a little happy to see this and wondered if you could take it as a sign that he had opened up to you a little.

"Do you… need me?"

"Sure, I need you."

"Why? What do you want from me?"

"…I-I want to be with you."

Straddling his outstretched legs, you snuggled up to him. Then he, too, fearfully extended his arm toward you and pulled your waist, pulling you closer to him.

When you looked up, you felt as if your gaze had finally met his. His eye-sensors glowed dully, as if he was anxious and lost. A beautiful purple color. Oh, how you love these his eyes.

There's cockiness, stubbornness, cuteness, and just a little bit of tenderness. You were drawn to the purple eye sensor, which is filled with all sorts of things about him.

"I love Wasp's purple eyes. They are so beautiful and kind of reassuring."

You put your lips close to his face part, next to the purple, around the cheek area in humans, and touched your lips there without making a sound.

"What is this? I don't know."

"This is kiss."

"Kiss?"

"Yes."

"Kiss is an expression of affection. The meaning of a kiss depends on the location…of the face part, a kiss on the cheek area…blessing, affection. I looked it up."

He seems to have pulled up some data from the Internet to find out what a "kiss" is and understand it. I hope my feelings were conveyed as well.

"…… I, love, Y/n."

His face pressed up against yours and you felt the feel of his metal lips on yours.

"Wasp…! I love you, too……, I need you so much……."

You were desperate to get the word out to him. Those may be cheap words. There is nothing you can do to save him, nothing you can do. But your feelings were real.

"…I, don't want to run anywhere anymore. I want to stay by your side."

You felt a cold metallic touch on your lips. You also received a kiss on the lips from him. A slightly lonely purple color filled your vision.