#sometimes she forgets to un-stick him

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when your damselfly husband doesn't understand a beetle's bond

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Minor Differences | Logan Howlett & Wade Wilson, 1.9k, PG-13

@poolvertober: Day 20 – Pop Culture

Summary: Five times Logan learns something new about the timeline he's in (and one time it was for the better). Inspired by this post by @nichknack. Rated for language. Takes place some time after the movie's events; just assume Logan and Wade are back-up X-Men. More gen than slash but we all know the truth ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Read on Ao3

A/N: Once again, I'm taking today's prompt fast and loose so forgive me in advance 😅🙏 Un-beta'd but quite frankly it's a miracle I even finished on time lmao. Can you believe this was originally supposed to be ~600 words? (ノ_<、)

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The first time Logan notices that his new timeline isn’t identical to his old one, it’s over a subtle name change.

He’s reading the Saturday paper in the living room, Wade watching some reality show on the seat next to him with Mary Puppins in his lap, when Althea leaves her room and shuffles into the kitchen.

“Alexa,” she calls out, “what time is it?”

A robotic voice replies, “The time is 5:43pm.”

Logan drops the newspaper from obscuring his face. He immediately finds the source of the reply on the coffee table: a grey, cylindrical device that looks like a mini speaker, control buttons on its side. It blinks a turquoise light around the rim until the light turns off with a muted beep at the extended silence.

“What the fuck?” he wonders out loud, surprised to see such a familiar gadget.

“Have you not interacted with an Echo before, peanut?” Wade asks. “Did you not have Bezos’ army of listening devices where you’re from?”

Althea barks out a hollow laugh. “You keep calling the damn thing a spy machine—”

“Because I don’t trust it!”

“—but you keep it right there anyway.” She scoffs, making her way to the fridge. “Fuckin’ hypocrite.”

“Well, it’s also convenient!” Wade argues. “Do you miss when I used to shoot the lights off?”

“What the fuck?” Logan says again, but for a completely different reason this time.

“Listen,” Wade starts, and from his tone Logan can tell some bullshit is about to leave his mouth, “sometimes a guy just wants to pass out after walking in at ass o’clock in the morning without having to get up when he forgets to deal with the lights!”

“So you shot the damn lights out?” Logan guesses. “Is that why all the light switch panels are just exposed? Because you shot the fuckin’ plates off?”

“Alexa, tell peanut to stop bullying me!”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know that command,” the device says. “Would you like to—”

“Alexa, shut up.”

The cylinder goes quiet with a beep.

“Anyway, you didn’t answer my question,” Wade says before Logan gets a chance to berate him more. “Did your world not have Echos?”

“We did,” he admits, “but they were called Alexis.”

“Like Texas!” Wade shoots him a wink before chuckling to himself.

(Presumably to himself, because Logan has no clue what the fuck he’s talking about, as usual.)

Before either of them can elaborate, Althea yells from where she’s bent over in front of the open fridge, “Wade, did you put the fucking milk carton back empty again?!”

Their attention quickly shifts from there.

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The next time Logan notices, it’s over something equally innocuous.

He and Wade hate talking to the authorities when they finish a mission, but none of the X-Men who are way better suited to dealing with humans made it in time to stop their target. He and Wade finished the job before those asscracks even left the X-Mansion, which meant the two of them had to deal with the aftermath until someone more qualified arrived.

“I’ll play you for it!” Wade finally suggests after five whole minutes of arguing over who should talk to the police chief.

He sticks his hands out, a fist over a flat palm. Logan rolls his eyes but dutifully mimics the gesture.

“After three, okay?” Wade clarifies. “No cheating!”

“Let’s just get this the fuck over with.”

Wade nods once.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” he counts as Logan simultaneously chimes, “Paper, scissors, rock, bang!”

They don’t even look to see who won. Instead, they mirror each other’s expression: one of total confusion.

“Mr. Deadpool? Mr. Wolverine?” a voice calls behind them—Logan recognizes it as one of the younger detectives Wade was speaking to earlier. “We need one of you now, please.”

He and Wade finally both look at their hands.

Fuck.

“Ha ha, sucker!” Wades hollers, his rock crushing Logan’s scissors. He only grunts in response when Wade quite literally skips away after slapping Logan on the ass. Logan turns around with a flat expression and follows the detective to where the police chief is giving a statement to some reporter.

Whatever. The sooner this is done the sooner he and Wade can go home.

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Another time it happens, Logan’s not even sure if he even remembers the reference correctly.

He and Wade are at the X-Mansion for another mission, catching up with Ellie and Yukio inside the Blackbird jet while Colossus to grabs more a few more people. Logan’s not quite paying attention to the conversation’s details, more enamoured by the strange friendship the two girls have with Wade.

At some point, Ellie says something that makes Yukio giggle and shove her shoulder, causing Wade to cackle out, “Weird flex, but okay!”

Logan furrows his brows but doesn’t comment because Wade’s already pivoted the topic to something else.

He could swear that the saying was odd flex, but very well. If he actively recalls the kids from his old universe, that was what they used to say, right?

(Most days, he usually tries his best to not remember them. The pain may not be fresh anymore but it still hurts all the same. He’ll never be able to hear Kitty, or Jubilee, or Rogue, or Bobby cracking jokes he doesn’t understand but finds amusing nonetheless. Never again.)

Apparently, he’s still deep in thought by the time Laura walks up to him. Her face looks remarkably similar to one he sees on himself all the time—brows pinched, eyes narrowed, lips turned downward. At least on Laura the expression looks like a cute pout compared to Logan’s usual, unimpressed glare.

“What’s wrong?” She looks to the other three still caught up in their conversation, not paying Logan any mind. “Did they say something?”

Logan shakes his head. There’s no point in dwelling over the kids’ memes from his old life. He’s poked at those memories like an old bruise more than enough now.

“Nah,” he says, mostly telling the truth, “just remembered something.”

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He finally catches on by the following incident.

A song has been driving Logan fucking crazy for the past four hours. The goddamn earworm simply refuses to get out of his head, even with Wade’s incessant rambling at his phone in the background. What he’s blabbing about right this moment, Logan has no clue, because lyrics are on loop in his brain and he can’t hear anything above it.

Time for a replay session, he supposes, taking a seat in the living room. Hopefully making his ears bleed from the melody on constant repeat will finally get it out of his head.

“Hey, bub, can you play that ‘Vegas glowing’ song by Handsome Delight on the Alexis?” he interjects in the middle of Wade’s rant.

Wade furrows his hairless brow-line. “Come again? This time in my ear? Also, it’s still just Alexa.”

“You know,” Logan says, followed by a vague hum. “You walk in over time / ‘Cause we both know you’re mine / Fallin’ straight, don’t look down / Las Vegas glowin’ on the town,” he sings, hoping he has the correct lyrics. “That one?”

“One: Excellent singing, honey badger! Do you practice scales when I’m not listening? Because that voice is—” Wade cuts off to do a chef’s kiss with his fingers. “Two: Nope! Still no clue what that song is.”

“Stop fuckin’ with me, Wade.” Logan grunts, remembering how annoyingly often the song was playing on the radio when he was bar hopping earlier this year. Wade listens to pop music almost exclusively—there’s no way he would’ve escaped this song. “It was in the Top 40s for months. You had to have heard of this.”

Wade just blinks at him. “I really, truly have not.”

“Wait,” he pauses in realization, “does Handsome Delight not exist here?”

“Never heard of them!” Wade confirms, shaking his head and starts typing away on his phone. “Aaaaand Google here only pulls up a very adorable cake when I search that name.” He shows his screen to Logan, who grumbles in frustration after squinting at the results.

“You’re fuckin’ kidding me.”

“Why? What’s up, buttercup?”

“Shit. The damn song’s stuck in my head but I only know that stupid part.” He groans at himself, throwing his head back onto the couch, miffed that he can’t scratch the song’s itch like he thought. “I was hoping I could put it on repeat so I’d finally get it out of my system.”

“Sorry, peanut!” Wade pats his shoulder. “If it helps though, I can sing anything you want to rid you of the earworm plaguing you! I’ll be your personal jukebox!”

His answer is automatic. “I’d rather chop my ears off.”

Wade, obviously, starts singing anyway.

“You are! My fiiiire—”

Logan promptly sticks a claw into each ear. He might have pushed a little too far and nicked his brain a bit on both sides, which is just fine because the injury causes him to briefly pass out, a good solution as any at this point.

The last thing he sees is Wade’s comically dismayed face.

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Logan accepts that this universe is just weirdly different after one more incident.

He and Wade made it home too goddamn late last night after finishing a job that took way too fucking long, which meant they both pass out for a solid eight hours and wake up well past noon for their first meal of the day. Althea had already left to do her own business (Logan never asks her what she’s up to, and he’s probably better for it) and took along Mary Puppins, so it’s just him and Wade in the kitchen.

Wade’s already sitting at the table, digging into something from a silvery packet when Logan shuffles by.

“Mornin’, peanut.”

“Hrm.”

“Figured I’d get some real food later, but I’m too damn tired right now, so, y’know—” he lifts up what Logan finally sees is a Pop-Tart, “—Pop-Tarts.”

Logan assesses that he is also too damn tired to actually cook himself a meal, but also too hungry to ignore his appetite. He combs through the cupboards with a quiet hum until he can kick his ass to get some real food. He eventually decides to follow Wade’s lead to eat something now and order more food later, going to the cabinet and bypassing Wade’s stock of sugary children’s cereal for the Special K.

“Not digging into the Raisin Bran, old man?” Wade teases.

“I may be old,” he tosses right back, “but I don’t need to act like it too.” He grabs the milk (a new carton because Althea chewed Wade out last time), a bowl, and a spoon, bumping the utensil drawer closed with his hip. Then, he makes his way to the kitchen table to sit across from Wade.

As always, he pours the milk first.

“Logan,” Wade says slowly, his eyes growing wide with what looks like concern, “why the fuck are you pouring the milk before the cereal?”

“Because that’s how you’re supposed to do it.” Logan shoots him a bewildered look because that’s how everyone does it? He’s pretty sure it’s common knowledge to pour the milk first so you get an even distribution of crunch. He’s adding the cereal in when he asks, “What the fuck are you on about?”

Wade’s horrified gaze flickers back and forth between Logan and his bowl. “That’s so fucking cursed.”

At this point, Logan doesn’t bother dignifying that with a response, digging into his bowl with a dismissive grunt and shake of his head. He very purposefully ignores the implication that people on this planet pour the cereal first.

Now that’s fucking cursed.

Logan may have been engineered to be a wild animal, but he’s not a goddamn savage.

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Logan finds out that Dolly Parton is still alive on this planet.

He considers forgiving the cereal before milk bullshit just for that.

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(More notes on Ao3.)

[lin-lizzie]

Lizzie’s back with OPM pride headcanons because god damn I come back every year feeling more cringe from the last one also dear lord have my opinions changed and how OOC those must have been

Anyways! Skipping S-Class because thats how I roll :] everything's under the cut bc its kinda long... oopsies

A-Class

Amai: he doesn’t get any labels at the moment due to whatever the hell is happening to him however I do wanna place him on the aromantic spectrum

Iaian: unlabeled, unsure. he does not think. (about relationships at least) and probably doesn’t pick up on flirting until like… right after it happened. confusion. he probably thought about it ONCE though and was like “surely I like women…. Right?” And realized he’s found no woman he’s had interest in in terms of romance/love, and Kama doesn’t count because she’s more sisterly. Probably somewhere on Demi or aroace

Okamaitachi: canonically trans, hello? While I’m pretty sure the manga points her towards being a mostly men liker can you blame me for wanting to say she’s bi leaning towards men

Bushidrill: cishet ally-ish, still confused but Kama’s helping

Heavy Tank Loincloth: his macho-ness makes people believe he may be gay. Is he? We will never know

Blue Fire: same as Iaian in the sense he never thinks about it but all because he’s too busy focused on justice

Death Gatling: aromantic… will deny that he’s more into men than women. but unfortunately he is

Stinger: I’m stuck between bi w a preference for women or pan as he seems like he truly does not gaf

Magic Trick Man: ace, still determining other labels

Twin Tail: aroace genderqueer dear lord look at her. maybe sapphic, I don’t see her being into men really

Lightning Genji: aroace, contemplated demi-boy or non-binary once but decided “I don’t care enough, I’ll stick with guy.” But would like to experiment with they/them or they/he

Lightning Max: bi w preference for women, I see people saying trans Max and honestly… hell yeah.

One Shotter: that is the most homosexual man I’ve ever seen in One Punch Man and I don’t know if that’s saying a lot considering. Well. Let’s look at the series were talking about

Green: no people. plants :]

Crescent Eyebroll: straight, but has experimented with a man before as he believed you should try everything once! It wasn’t un-enjoyable, but believes it’s not for him

Golden Ball: I’m going to need you to look me in the eyes and ask does he NOT have something going on with Spring Mustachio?

Smile Man: •_•

Spring Mustachio: Golden Ball.

Narcisstoic: women liker but he’s so into getting others to be elegant and all that it can’t help but make you wonder if he might like guys too

Forte: was one of those kids who made fun of gay people while also doing gay shit. Turned out to be bi

Shadow Ring: sapphic… leaning towards nb or demi-girl……. Fem presenting….

Feather: another Stinger situation but I’m more so leaning towards bi w preference for women

Chain’n’Toad: women liker

Sneck: bi w a preference for women only because he forgets he can look for guys too

B-Class

Eyelashes: bi bi bi

Mad Devil Yankee: leaning towards pan or gay but either hasn’t discovered it yet or hiding deep in the closet

Glasses: women liker, might have had a thing for one or two guys in the HA though

Double Hole: another women liker

Gun Gun: women liker but sometimes he says shit that makes you wonder if he experimented with guys before or secretly is bi

Jet Nice Guy: pan

Needle Star: bi with preference for men

Crying Man: •_•

Captain Mizuki: bi with preference for women

Lily of the Three Section Staff: 14 year old who just discovered she’s a lesbian

Bone: I'm only assigning him ace because milk

Tanktop Black Hole: cishet

Shooter: women liker

Darkness Blade: PAN. I want to say transmasc too bc funny...

Pineapple: women liker

C-Class

Mumen Rider: pan!

Monster Roper Shell: pan.

Tanktop Tiger: cishet

D-Pad: pan

Funeral Suspenders: women liker but recently discovered he might be into men too

Food Battler Futoshi: pan

Red Muffler: women liker

Gearsper: I am throwing a pan at him

Gasmask Cowboy: bi. That’s a cowboy

Angry Man: •_•

Horse-Bone: what is Bojack Horseman

Studless: women liker

Poison: bi w preference for men

Hyottoko: women liker

Red Nose: cishet.

Mohican: men liker, who was in denial at first

okay yeah that’s it thank you for your time and feel free to debate or hunt me down like a witch. Happy Pride Month!

[reacquaintedwith-air]

did I every tell you guys that in my headcanon, Mulder's first "girlfriend" was rich 'young' new england widow, former actress, and cheerful eccentric who he did yardwork for his last 2 years of high school. Her name was Bonnie (born Bernadette, but she refused to try and make it as an actress under the name "Bernie") Warrens.

she indulged his youthful curiousity about her and sex and bodies and being an attractive young actress in New York, and then a housewife of a rich old eccentric who died on her and left her rattling around in a big house, well off and aimless in New England. She thought he ought to have someone nice 'show him the ropes' because he was just as terribly naive and trusting as she had been when she'd set out -- in a way they were just as terribly naive as each other. She didn't think anyone was looking out for him, he'd show up half starved for snacks and attention.

They spent time in bed and they spent time making batches of cookies and eating them in her kitchen while gossiping about everyone in the community they hated and who hated them (everyone). She tried and failed to teach him to play the out of tune piano in her sitting room, one of her husband's last attempts to fill her long boring afternoons. She told him about convincing Lawrence, the husband, not to cut out his grown up kids from wives one and two despite how much they hated her, despite how they were rich business men with trust funds already who didn't really need it, because she didn't want anyone say she took more than her share or pushed them out of his last years, but how funny and grand it felt to have someone be willing to do so much just because those sons were mean to her.

Mulder kept trying to get her to say if she'd really, really been in love with the guy even though he was more than 30 years older than her, and she always just said that you can love anybody if they show up for you at the right time in the right way, and 'what did "in love" mean, anyway, no one knows.'

She helped him decide to go to Oxford instead of Yale or Harvard, thinking he'd be better off getting farther out, and he convinced her to sell up and go out West, California, north or south, or at least back to New York for a while to look up old friends in the Village, somewhere where the WASPy wives wouldn't give her such poisonous looks that left her feeling trapped in the house. As he was packing up to go to University and she was packing up to sell the big mid-century sprawler for a NYC apartment, Mulder had a moment of wild and irrational hope and mania, and stole his mother's engagement ring while she was having her semi sedated afternoon nap and tried to propose to Bonnie and tried to convince her to come with him to England, but she turned him down flat. She reminded him that they weren't really "in love" they were just being nice to each other, and that he'd feel pretty silly turning up to the dorms with wife who was "almost 40" (all the age she would admit to, probably rounding down) and looking like his clingy auntie, ruining all his fun. He was just feeling desperate because they didn't really know any other people right then, so it made him want to stick together, but he was just starting out and he'd meet a bunch other other people soon enough.

He agreed that that was right, and had known it almost as soon as he thrust the ring out at her, and he felt silly and immature for trying something so un-nonchalant but she promised to forget it and forgive him for asking if he'd write her sometimes and tell her about his own young adventures. He wished he could take Bonnie along in his suitcase though, as just a friend, even, because she was so familiar and entertaining. He got the ring back in his mother's jewelry case without even the housekeeper noticing when he washed up for dinner.

They exchanged two letters, and then Oxford swallowed him up and Bonnie moved to a community of artists in northern California and drifted away. He told Diana and Scully about Bonnie, eventually, though he never admitted about the ring because that was a mistake only one person needed to know about and she had already forgiven him.

[thelimboverse]

Introducing Dixie-Jean LeBeau, the girl of all fucking time. Her momma is from Mississippi, her daddy is from Louisiana, and when they both retired from activism and superhero-ing, they had Dixie-Jean in Texas! Her father definitely imprinted on her in a big way personality-wise, being a fun dad who loves his girl so, so much. She's even a New Orleans Saints fan over the Dallas Cowboys, since that's all her dad will watch during the Football season! (And also because the Cowboys haven't won the Superbowl since the 90s.) Anna-Marie does not like the fact that Dixie-Jean is just like him as much as he does. If there's one she did learn, it was how to appreciate a lady-- Remy definitely reminded her that all women are queens! Sometimes she's a little... well, a lot fond of women. She's a lesbian though and through! Before she really becomes part of the X-Men, she works on a ranch, driving a peeling-paint Chevrolet stick-shift truck. She's as Southern (and Texan) as pecan pie, and you better not forget it! She's blue collar, pro-Worker's Union, hoping endlessly for a blue wave, and always pro-LBGT with the T! Always pretty jolly, she's very friend-forward and will never stand down when someone's in trouble. (This sometimes gets her in trouble though.) She still hates those LED-Headlights Ford Trucks that are 12 feet tall and are always riding your ass as much as everyone else does, too. She will break check you. Her truck is worth less than your insurance rates and she knows it. Her power is a mix of both of her parents'-- Kinetic Absorption! She absorbs kinetic energy, stores it, and can use to to show incredible feats of strength! Almost terrifying feats of strength, especially paired against an enemy like Juggernaut, who has the potential to trudge and trudge and does not stop. She's best friends with Porter Eisenhardt, who we will see later. When designing Dixie-Jean, we wanted her to be un-apologetically Southern, and tried to bring together all the things that Southern lesbians we know would love to see in a girl their age. Lots of girls who love girls in Texas, for sure!

[childofthewargod]

"𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚘"

"𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚊, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚢𝚘. 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚊, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚞"

1. "Mi amor, mio todo mio..."

Wherever they would go, a kiss would come along, a kiss would be everywhere and anywhere. On the cheek, on the forehead, on the palm of her hand, on the wrists, "don't forget the lips" he'd always say. There isn't a moment where Miles wouldn't remind Coco when and where he wants his besitos, there isn't a moment where Coco wakes up and she doesn't hear "good morning beso?", taking a shower of kisses instead of an actual shower. Miles would take advantage of his invisibility and use it to sneak up on her, lifting her chin up to get the perfect angle of her lips before pressing his on hers, chuckling once he'd make himself visible again. This doesn't catch Coco off guard, not when her Spider senses would tell her that there's someone near, nonetheless she does play along. The only time the kisses would be paused is when the couple would visit their parents, when they're lucky enough a small peck would be stolen, yet they keep themselves composed.

Crime has been dealt with? "Hicistes tan bien!" ("You did so well!") Miles would praise her, going on his knee and give her gloved hand a masked kiss. Accidentally got a boo boo when making dinner? "Te duele, mi Reina?" ("Does it hurt, my queen?") would be asked first before gently placing a band-aid around her finger, kissing it to kiss it better. Sees her applying lipstick for an important event? "Si me das un beso, te va dar mucho suerte" ("If you give me a kiss, it'll bring you good luck"), he'll apologize and offer to help reapply it on her lips. He's feeling extra affectionate? "Dame tu mano" ("Give me your hand"), he'll smell the perfume she sprayed on her wrist and kiss it gently, even if a little of it gets in his mouth. Happens to be in a good mood? "Me siento tan alegre que te puedo besar!" ("I feel so happy I could kiss you!") Forget all the small pecks, she's getting a shower of kisses.

2. "Despertando alado de ti es mi sueño"

The sun had risen, shining through the crack of the curtains and caress the skin of the spider couple, waking up Miles whereas a groan of annoyance towards the sun would leave his plump lips, using his arm to cover his honey brown eyes. He'll eye his ray of sunshine, the annoyance soon becoming joy upon seeing his sleeping beauty. Miles, feeling a little rebellious today, lied down next to her and made sure there was minimal space between them. Unfortunately, for him, Coco heard the rustling of the bed indicating that she was waking up, opening her eyes as they'd shine underneath the daylight, much because of their hazel brown color. "Dammit", Miles muttered under his breath, his brows furrowing in mock frustration yet the grin on his face would say he wasn't actually frustrated or annoyed. A comfortable silence, for a few minutes, perhaps 10 minutes, both of them staring at one another, smiling. He did receive a kiss from her in the end, which is a great way to start the morning.

His arms would be wrapped around her waist, Coco flipping the pancakes and sometimes offering a piece of fruit to Miles, her attention on the breakfast whilst intertwining one hand with him with the other busy finishing up the food. Una mañana muy normal, that's what Coco considers it at least, everyone else would call it "cheesy", not taking it to heart. No matter the time, no matter the location, the kisses will come and never go, not when Miles Morales was around and he has his mujer with him. Miles would buy pocky sticks for her, it was meant to be a gesture of love at first and show bit of affection, but when discovering the pocky game, he'd do it but in The Morales Way. Miles would take out the pocky from her mouth, his hand holding her chin and lifting it up to make her face him, and of course he'd kiss her because he doesn't let a day pass where he doesn't get a kiss. Just to tease her more, he'd eat the pocky stick himself and turn invisible, leaving Coco dumbfounded yet she would say one thing. "Can I still have the pocky sticks?"

3. "No me importa a donde estamos, te voy dar mi amor"

Despite being in the Spider Society, despite the tension between Morales and O'Hara, he'll still come along because it's his girl and having her away makes him feel as though he'll experience it again, therefore leaving her alone was a no-no unless she wants to be left alone, because despite being a little clingy, he'll respect his Ma's boundaries like a gentleman should. Miles would sometimes pull her to the side, speaking his Spanish that he's improved through out the years to her and peck her lips, some jealousy sparking within his heart yet teamwork gets the dreamwork therefore he doesn't get all too upset when seeing Coco speak to other members of the Spider Society. Miles, who felt particularly rebellious that day, would accompany her when passing files to the big man known as Miguel, just to spite him. Wrapping his arms around her waist, smiling smugly at the man who considered him a threat, who considered his girl a threat, yet she's so useful to the SS that they couldn't get rid of her yet.

He'll kiss her when they're going on walks, when swinging around the city for the camera crew to record it so the news and the people in Brooklyn have something to talk about, Miles would kiss her during one of their missions to "confuse the villain", when really he just couldn't get enough of her. We all know the iconic Spiderman upside down kiss, Miles would do that seeing Coco outside of her vigilante outfit, hanging upside down in front of her and "halting" her, and kissing her. If the roles were swapped Miles would steal her from the villain, give her a quick good luck kiss and let her continue the mission, with the new found confidence and energy he gave her through the kiss. If they're both in their vigilante outfits, it's only a matter of pulling up their masks to reveal the nose and lips, that's an easier way to share a kiss when finishing off with crooks that don't seem to ever learn when to stop taking money when they could earn it by working.

Don't worry, Miles will always make sure that Coco is comfortable enough to perform such acts, he wouldn't want mami to be upset or uncomfortable now would he? Miles would observe for specific gestures, a sign that would tell him that he shouldn't do that. He would offer hugs, hugs were always welcome with Miles whenever someone needs it, he'd hug her all day if he could and he has once, which resulted in a scolding from his parents but it was in the name of love instead of the law at that moment.

[lumpy-veev]

All of the brawlers probably have phones. Except for the robots, that stuff's built in! They do have specially-engineered phone cases to protect them, but that doesn't mean they stay pristine. It's also an unspoken rule that phones stay IN THE POCKET during a brawl.

Brawler texting headcanons les go:

WILD WEST TRIO:

Shelly: Pretty standard as far as texting and replying goes. If she happens to forget to reply to a text, she'll send something back no matter how long it's been sitting. Doesn't really bother with grammar and punctuation. A bit dry but will sometimes send one (1) emoticon. And maybe pictures of her cat.

(Blue-grey phone case with purple and yellow accents and a worn cat sticker. A few thin cracks on the screen.)

Colt: Replies back always!! No more than five minutes between replies!! He's one of those guys who, whenever he wants to tell someone about a Situation he's in, always takes a picture of the situation as a selfie, no matter what said situation is. Also uses emojis! Big fan of 'em.

(Blue phone case with red accents and a sheriff star pop-socket, screen un-cracked.)

Spike: If you text this boy, do not expect a timely, or coherent, reply back. Will respond with funny little keyboard smashes and emojis! A few understandable (if misspelled) words, if you're asking a question. He mostly uses his phone to play Starr Park-Flavoured Candy Crush.

(Green phone case with one big purple stripe with a Starr Park Spike Merch pop-socket, screen somehow un-cracked???)

SHAMAN TRIO:

Bo: He's! Not a very good texter! He leaves his phone at home for the day because wrastling Leon and Nita is a full-time job with many risks. If you text him, expect responses in the morning or the evening. Or not at all, because sometimes he forgets while trying to get Nita to come down from the rafters of their tree-house. You'd have better luck telling him things in person or texting Leon and/or Nita. Very formal when he does text! An occasional emoticon man.

(White phone case with dark red and mint green stripes with an eagle sticker from his kids, screen a bit cracked.)

Nita: ALL CAPS! ALWAYS!! Sends many motion-blurred photos of her and Bruce to any group-chats she's in! She keeps her phone on her, so she's a bit better at responding to texts than her dear old dad, but only a bit because sometimes she's doing something LOUD and misses the text notification. The way she texts is very blunt and to the point!

(Bear phone case!! Screen definitely cracked, a very gnawed pop-socket on the back.)

Leon: The most tech-literate of his trio! Uses emojis and slang like a champ. Responds the most reliably! He has a very casual texting style. Will send selfies of places he has snuck into to Nita and Friends.

(Chameleon phone case!! Screen un-cracked, with a lollipop sticker pop-socket on the back.)

BIO-DOME TRIO:

Rosa: Morning-Evening texter, but she keeps her phone on her at all times in case of emergencies, so she will sometimes respond to texts in the middle of the day when her hands are not covered in Chemicals. A pretty jovial texter! Sticks to grammar and punctuation. Uses emoticons a lot, and occasionally emojis.

(Purple phone case with green and accents and pink flower decals, un-cracked screen)

Bea: Mostly like Rosa, except she also takes photos of their experiments because her hands are free more often than Rosa's. Will send them to friends for her as well! Emoji user, with the occasional emoticon thrown into the mix. Probably uses kaomojis as well!

(Purple and Yellow striped phone case, with many bee stickers! Un-cracked phone screen.)

Sprout: Uses kaomojis consistently! Otherwise, a bit of a stiff texter. Still getting used to sentience! Will send photos of a Thing he found neat to friends and family.

[stitcheswashere13]

can i get hcs for Ghostface(danny if possible), Billy Lenz, and Brahms with an s/o who has really bad memory problems like they'll forget something in five seconds, or won't remember something they should no matter how hard they try

Of course! I relate to this a bit too much lol.

Slashers in this: Ghostface (Danny, Stu and Billy Loomis), Brahms, Billy lenz, Tiffany valentine.

Gn reader

Warnings ⚠️: Billy lenz being well- himself. pure fluff!

SOME SLASHERS × A BAD MEMORY S/O

GHOSTFACE

Danny-

He would be your reminder, everything you mention to him he writes down on a peice of paper. "What did I come in here for-???" "You where getting yourself a bowl of serial."

Danny doesn't really mind, it only takes him about 5 seconds to remind you about things, although he does think it's funny how he can tell you the same thing 5 times and you still forget.

If you need sticky notes or a planner this man will grab them from the store for you.

Stu-

If I'm being honest stu forgets everything too. You both will walk into the kitchen, open up the fridge and wonder why the hell your in the fridge.

Because of both of yall being forgetful, you two use the sticky note method, whenever yall have a thought about doing something you write it on a sticky note and stick it to the other person. It's a fun little game, and Stu loves it.

Billy hates finding sticky notes, so you and stu may have an extra reminder strictly because of sticky notes lol.

Billy Loomis-

Billy doesn't get how you can be so forgetful, but he still sometimes tries to remind you to write down things on your arm. If you run out of room on your arm or have sensitive skin, he will let you write things on his arm. Billy doesn't like sticky notes, no one knows why the man finds them utterly repulsive but he just does.

Other times Billy just likes to confuse you more, you come into the living room forgetting what you are going to do and you ask Billy. "You were going to tell me why the grass was purple yesterday." Billy just likes to bother you he finds it funny.

Billy lenz-

Do not leave your pack of sticky notes un-watched. He will stick them all over himself or he will draw a penis in the corner of all of them.

Billy is normally around you most of the time, so he knows what you were looking for/going to due. When Billy plans to climb up in the attic he will write down everything he told you and you told he and slaps it on the fridge.

Billy will dig up in the attic to see if he can find you an old year long planner/calendar. When he finds it he will wrap it up, (probably in an old porn magazine) and give it to you as soon as you wake up.

Brahms-

Brahms understands this due to a few people in his family having alzheimer's, so he knows what to do to help you out.

Brahms has the best memory surprisingly, this man remembers every single detail. So he has no trouble reminding you, and if he cant remind you (maybe because he wants to just chill in the wall or maybe he is in the walls because he's mad at you, etc.) He will remind Malcolm to, Malcolm has a decent memory so that works out.

He got you a planner with a schedule in it, (yes it has stickers) he already wrote in the schedule, and he makes you carry it around as a just in case you need to write down a important date.

This man loves sticky notes, mainly dark green sticky notes. If you give this man a pack of dark green sticky notes and ask him to write you a to-do / reminder list for everyday of the week, he will spend an hour making them perfect.

Tiffany Valentine-

she has glen around and glen loves to make people proud of him, so he loves to remind you about things for Tiffany when she's out.

Tiffany is just so sweet, she is has a very good memory so its no problem for her to remember things for you, she has a lot of patience, out of all of the slashers she's the one you least have to worry about getting madat you for forgetting something.

You guys have a calender on your fridge that is stuck on the fridge with bat stickers. She likes sticky notes, she does keep them up high so chucky doesn't write something rude on them.

End note-

hello my lovely people first well- real post since I was gone, if you're wondering where I went check out my last post! Request are closed for now, but if you want to send yours in you can, I just wont get to them everyday. Thank you all for the support, I hope you enjoyed, have a lovely day!

[thebeautyoffanfics]

Can I request Hanako (or Amane Yugi), Teru Minamoto, and Akane Aoi (the male) with a female s/o who is literally invisible to people. (This totally not based on events that actually happened to me-)

Like some people, even her close friends, won’t even notice she’s there and if she’s has to asks something she tends to repeat it or stutter. She also tends to get forgetting or lost on school trips, etc.

This has happened for as long as she could remember and she’s use to it by now but sometimes it still hurts when they forget her

Headcanons please!

hanako x f!reader, teru minamoto x f!reader, akane aoi x f!reader

a/n: sure thing!! I feel like Hanako would understand that as a ghost, so I think I’ll write for him in his ghosty form! I hope that’s alright :)) thank you so much for requesting, and I hope these turn out alright!!

I’m really sorry if these are shorter or poorer than normal, and if they’re formatted strangely- I’m doing my best to get requests done on my phone (´ε｀”)

warnings: none?

word count: 1,414

Hanako <3

He understands, he understands more than anyone- so he thinks. I mean, he’s a ghost. He literally cannot be seen by anyone who isn’t an exorcist, near death, a fellow supernatural, or bound to him in some way.

Still… honestly, he gets pretty defensive over you-

They can’t hear him, but you can. (They can’t hear you, but he certainly can.) It’s honestly somewhat humorous, Hanako standing behind you, shouting that they’d better listen up!!

“IF YOU GUYS MAKE (Y/N) REPEAT HERSELF ONE MORE TIME?? Are they deaf, (Y/N)?? I think they’re deaf?????”

His reactions like that are half-joking-half-serious. He’s genuinely upset that they treat you like that- but he hopes that all his ranting and going on helps you to feel better somehow?

He can’t exactly follow you on trips, but! He makes Yashiro “Honorary (Y/N) Defense”! Meaning, since he can’t, she’ll defend you in his place!

You get interrupted or ignored? Hanako tells Yashiro to help you out, and (though she would any way) she’s raising her hand somewhat shyly- explaining that you were trying to talk.

Getting left behind on a field trip? Yashiro is sticking by your side! She turns around constantly, making sure that you keep up with her, and especially making sure that you get on the bus with the rest! As per Hanako’s request, and her own care for you, she’ll let you sit next to her.

Hanako is always very talkative, but he’s still very patient with you- he loves to have conversations with you, which is a big reason he doesn’t get why they treat you like that. You’re such a great person-! You’ve got such a cute voice-!!! Why don’t they listen-?!!!

To be honest, he finds your stutter kind of cute… he’s quite bold, so you being timid is something he doesn’t mind! Hanako doesn’t mind listening out for you- even if the other people aren’t in a relationship for you, isn’t it… basic human decency?? What happened to that???

“It’s really alright, Hanako. Things like this have happened since I was little- it hurts sometimes, but I’m mostly used to it.”

Hanako would then grab your shoulders gently, looking in your eyes with some determination!

“You shouldn’t have to be used to that!! I’m used to it because I’m dead, but you’re… alive. You can be heard and seen by everyone, yet they choose to not listen- it’s… ridiculous. I’m sorry that you have to deal with that, (Y/N)... really.”

Uncharacteristically soft moment, but it simply hits different for him due to personal experience. I’m sure as a human, the only time people saw him were when he was bullied, and now he’s- obviously- not seen by nearly anyone. It’s such a lonely feeling, and he genuinely hates that you can relate to it.

Teru Minamoto <3

It’s hard to not garner attention as Teru Minamoto’s girlfriend- so, people certainly acknowledge you once your relationship is made public/becomes obvious.

But! Before the entire school knew about the Prince having a girlfriend, Teru was… quite defensive over you- even before the two of you were a couple, he’d notice the way others seemed to step all over you. Ignoring you, interrupting you, forgetting about you.

Like Hanako, he doesn’t get it? You’ve got his attention, how do you not have anyone else’s? You’re so cute… and really do have a lovely voice, appearance, and overall are really pleasant to be around?? If anything you deserve more praise than he does-

He also doesn’t get it due to the fact that people acknowledge him a little too much-

Anyway, he tends to give that praise he thinks you deserve to you!

Meaning, he brags on you so much. Compliments you to your face, telling you how nice it is to converse with you- telling his family how lovely of a person you are. He even mentions it to classmates, which does start to earn others being more noticeable of your presence.

Not afraid to stick up for you in the least!! Who wouldn’t listen to Teru?? The moment someone interrupts, he’s politely making his way into the conversation- offering an “I’m sorry, I don’t think (Y/N) got her chance to speak.”

“Th-That’s okay, Teru. I appreciate it, but I’m used to things like that,” You told him after class, slightly embarrassed.

“Used to things like being ignored?”

“Yeah..?”

“...you shouldn’t have to be. I’d never be upset with you, but it does upset me that people have been so willing to pretend you aren’t there? I think you’re lovely, and nearly impossible to ignore. It’s simply confusing, I suppose.”

BRO if he, for some reason, isn’t on the field trip and you get forgotten- it’s game over for the chaperones will get their heads chewed off. Except he’ll be calm and collected while doing so- however, on the inside, he can’t express how upset he is.

“Is it not your job to make sure all the students are accounted for? What if (Y/N) had gotten lost? Do you not realize she could have been kidnapped? Should some low-life had decided to try anything strange, the blame would have been on you, and therefore our entire school. What would that do for both your’s and the school’s reputation?”

If he’s on the trip? You won’t be getting forgotten <3 Even you were to get distracted for a moment, he’s grabbing your hand and making sure you stay caught up with the class. Sits with you on the bus, and makes absolutely sure that you’re safe and with him!!

Akane Aoi <3

He worships the very ground you walk on. We all know how he treated Aoi? Well, now that’s how he treats you- maybe a bit less exaggerated and dramatic, but all that love and more is there!

So, he’s admiring you, and sees that you keep opening your mouth in an attempt to speak- only to have someone interrupt you, not even acknowledging that you’re there??

“Hey, (Y/N), what’s up?”

“O-oh, I was just trying to ask them something…”

“Oi, you heard her. Shut up for a moment and let (Y/N) get her question in.”

Most are somewhat aware of how scary Akane can be, so they’ll certainly listen whenever he’s there. Heck, people occasionally keep an extra eye open if they know he’s around- making sure they don’t unintentionally look past you.

If you dislike his very direct method, he’ll try to be nicer to others about it. But, he can’t help but get defensive- like our other boys, he admires you so much, and enjoys talking with you so much, that- by this point- others are simply missing out?? Like, it’s basically their loss for treating you like that. And it’s his mission to shower you in love and admiration to a point where others do the same- platonically of course, and boys better rethink anything that isn’t strictly “wow (Y/N) is cool, it’s cool that she’s taken by Akane.”

Cos, as we all know, if someone even says “oh, (Y/N) probably makes a cute girlfriend” it’s game over. RIP unknowing student, he had no mercy bashing their skull in </3

“Akane, it’s really fine, you know? Things like this happen been happening since... forever. I’m just not easily noticed, I suppose. I’m used to it!”

“Hmm... well, get un-used to it. You’ve got the most beautiful presence and voice of anyone I know! And, I want the class- for everyone- to be able to acknowledge that. You shouldn’t have to repeat yourself constantly, nor be ignored like that. Not on my watch, at least.”

You won’t be getting forgotten. He’s ahead of Teru, ahahahaaaa!!! If he isn’t on the field trip, he’s telling someone who will be to keep an eye out for you “or else <3”. The person wouldn’t even bother to question it- just nod and keep an eye out for you constantly. They even offer to have you sit with them! How sweet! Glad to know they value their skulls!!

If he’s on the trip, like the others, he’s keeping an eye out for you constantly. He’ll hold your hand the entire time, stopping as you pleased, but keeping an eye out for the group. He wants you to see what you want, so you will- all while staying with the class, or at least close to the class. If he, for some reason, were to lose sight of the class, he takes comfort in the fact that you wouldn’t be lost alone.

[tooktalks]

fire seems to follow him no matter where he goes.  it exists first in his body; a fiery passion to be something else,  something better than his humble beginnings.  it manifests as his ever-changing visage, names so uniquely un-his. 

earth feels the same and yet so different under his feet as he stumbles across a doorway to somewhere different. they feel that push too; it forces them forwards, pushing innovation and creativity beyond the bounds of  the known world.  he watches in  amazement at what they are able to do when presented a  minutiae of problems. 

water droplets across his face as the city rises through the layer of clouds always crowning their mountaintop city. he loves standing on the many balconies of the city,  feeling the rumbling under often-bare feet, and a silk robe tied loosely around his body.  he is a nobody here;  he has only a name to make for himself. he wonders sometimes what it would be like to stick his hand out of the city limits and feel the 

air.  it seems to escape his lungs when he sees her for the first time.  she holds a book and does not buy it.  he commits its name to memory. they hardly fit the same circles and deep down, he makes it his mission to meet her as an equal.  she steals his breath every time she graces a room with her presence. he yearns, in a way he has not yearned since his feet first reminded him of his need to travel. she is everything. she is 

fire.  it is what drives her through her studies, an ever-burning desire to prove herself. her mind, her abilities, arcane or otherwise.  fire burns in the ring of city while its top soars; she dreams of joining the clouds one day, atop the city. it burns deep in her heart as she commits each name of those who wronged  her, doubted her, to memory. she will soon prove them wrong.  she will never forget them. 

earth finds its way between her toes as she dances, barefoot, in the garden of the home they share.  her wardrobe is an amalgamation of the earthy tones she prefers and the brighter colors he prefers,  shirts and robes stolen from his side when she gets lazy  —or when she wants his attention— and they are most often dirtied from  gathering dust on the floor as the newly wed leave them  to be picked up eventually. 

water, salty,  flows freely, carving canyons on her cheeks as she mourns truly, deeply.

air barely fills her lungs each day; she doesn’t raise from their bed at first and then their house grows  dark and quiet in her absence. 

fire- hot burns his fingers in the new place. he calls it a new place but it is familiar to him. he calls his office home only for the space  it allows him to give her.  perhaps she doesn’t need space but he has run out of ideas. he is not of this world, with their endless creativity and inspiration. he misses the smell of 

earth under their feet.  the last time they landed was the day they had wed; it had rained. she could remember the smell, the taste,  the laugh lines on his face when she chose to let it rain still.  she grits her teeth and stays underground.  it takes her two weeks to realize he’s left their home.  her home.  she goes to his office with

ice  in her voice and in her eyes as she demands answers.  he speaks softly, gently, as though she will break if he tells her the truth.  her heart freezes over and shatters into a thousand pieces when she sees the couch he has slept on in the office, the wrinkles on his collar, the exhaustion in his whole body.  she can’t handle to lose another person, not on terms not her own. she leaves the

air between them tense and unfinished. unfulfilled. they both throw themselves into work. he climbs the ranks until he is the face of the city.  she climbs the ranks under she is so far hidden that few will know her name but all will know her work.  they attend parties and barely speak to one another.  but she knows. he knows too.  the

fire of their love has never died.  her grief is not a bonfire, all-consuming.  his frustration is not a tidal wave, extinguishing.  they come together again and again despite themselves.  they cannot help but love, even to the bitter end.

[defectivegembrain]

Community characters as Crazy Ex Girlfriend songs

Yep I'm doing this because of course I am. Partially inspired by this post, but also I do this a lot at least in my head with a lot of different media.

Jeff: Let's Have Intercourse, Settle For Me, Don't Be A Lawyer, I Could If I Wanted To, Greg's Jeff's Drinking Song, I'm the Villain in My Own Story, End of the Movie (to Abed), Feelin' Kinda Naughty (about Rich), Get Your Ass Out of My House (to Chang), The Moment Is Me

Jeff and Troy: Sports Analogies, Fit Hot Guys Have Problems Too

Jeff and Britta: We Should Definitely Not Have Sex Right Now, Horny Angry Tango, Nothing Is Ever Anyone's Fault, We'll Never Have Problems Again

Jeff and Craig: Gratuitous Karaoke Moment

Britta: I'm a Good Person, Without Love You Can Save The World, This Is My Movement, You Stupid Bitch, What'll It Be, A Fuckton Of Cats, This Session Is Gonna Be Different (when she tries to "therapize" Abed), Oh My God I Think I Like You (about Jeff), The Darkness, I'm Not Sad You're Sad, Love Kernels (about pretty much every guy she dates tbh, yes even Actual Ray of Sunshine Troy Barnes)

Troy: I Have Friends (in high school), Thought Bubbles, A Boy Band Made Up Of Four Joshes Troys (in early Annie's head), Trapped in a Car With Someone You Don't Wanna Be Trapped in a Car With (driving everyone home on his birthday)

Troy's dad: Get Your Ass Out of My House

Troy and Abed: Having A Few People Over (housewarming party), You Go First (pillow war)

Abed: A Diagnosis, Gettin' Bi (yeah yeah not canon whatever, let me have this it's so cool in my head), Dream Ghost (to Jeff)

Gobi Nadir to Abed: I've Always Never Believed in You (I'm so very very sorry), Forget It

Annie: The Darkness, Love Kernels (about Jeff), Dear Joshua Felix Chan Troy (does he have a middle name?) Barnes, Romantic Moments, How to Clean Up (to Troy and Abed probably at some point), I'm Just A Girl In Love, You Do/Don't Wanna Be Crazy, Meet Rebecca Annie (Other Annie is the version in Jeff's head he imagines being married to)

Annie Kim: I'm So Good At Yoga Model UN

Evil Annie to Evil Jeff (unfortunately): Strip Away My Conscience

Annie's mom about rehab: Forget It

Abed and Annie to Troy: What U Missed While U Were Popular

Annie and Jeff in response to the ACB (Jeff is Paula being unenthusiastic): Back in Action

Shirley: I'm a Good Person, I've Got My Head In The Clouds, Maybe This Dream

Pierce: My Sperm Is Healthy (I'm so sorry, but if I had to think it you have to read it)

Britta, Annie, Shirley, and also Abed I guess? That time they encouraged him to insult other women they didn't like: Women Gotta Stick Together

Jeff, Britta, Annie, Troy, Abed sometimes I guess: The Math of Love Triangles Quadrangles Whatever the Fuck Kinda Shape That Makes

Craig: I'm Just A Boy in Love

Rachel and Anthony when Abed and Annie were trying to decide who would live with them: I Feel Like This Isn't About Me

The Fives in Meow Meow Beans: Friendtopia

Jerry trying to convince Troy to do plumbing: Flooded With Justice

The group when they try to get Abed to flirt with that girl, Jeff and Britta trying to convince Troy to like Annie, Annie setting up Troy and Britta: The Group Mind Has Decided You're in Love

Rich to Jeff: Research Me Obsessively

Nicolas Cage to Abed: Research Me Obsessively

Everyone except Abed about Frankie: Who's The New Guy

Frankie: I Feel Like This Isn't About Me

The group in Basic RV Repair and Palmistry: Trapped in a Car Van With Someone You Don't Wanna Be Trapped in a Car Van With

[watchmegetobsessed]

Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 2)

i quite liked this story and thought it totally had potential for more, so i’ve cooked up a part 2, continuing the idea. i have no clear plan with this, just enjoyed taking the story further, but i might turn it into a proper series if you guys are enjoying the concept!

pairing:  Harry x actress!reader

word count: ~3.2k

SERIES MASTERPOST

masterlist

The car comes to a halt and you look up from your phone after being so occupied with texts you’ve been ignoring all afternoon.

“We’ve arrived, Miss,” The driver, Lawrence informs you in his usual, polite manner, looking at you through the mirror.

“Oh, thank you so much,” you breathe out grabbing your purse from the seat next to you. “I don’t think I’ll take too long, I’m not really in the mood to party,” you let him know, quickly running your hand through your hair before getting out, already knowing paparazzi is waiting for all guests at the entrance probably.

“Had a long day?” he asks with a soft smile.

“Kind of,” you sigh nodding. “I’ll text you when I’ll feel like heading home soon, alright?”

“Perfect. Have a great night, Miss,” Lawrence nods.

“Thank you,” you nod at him before opening the door and getting out of the car. Strategically, Lawrence stopped just a few buildings away from the club, so you wouldn’t be attacked right away, emerging from the car. This gives you enough time to fix your dress and avoid your private parts to end up on the tabloids. Not something you want to include in your career, if you’re being honest.

Shutting the door closed you head towards the club that has quite a long line of people waiting outside, though you have no idea why. If they are not on the list, there’s no way they’ll get inside, it’s a private party.

As you approach the entrance, people start to recognize you quite quickly and you hear your name coming from all direction, but you just flash a smile in their way, continuing to walk with the intention of getting inside as fast as possible.

Just as you expected, paparazzi are already waiting at the entrance and they start flashing their cameras in your way right away, throwing all kinds of questions at you that are left completely ignored.

The bouncer checks your name on the list and lets you inside without a fuss and you’re happy to leave the madness behind and mingle in the crowd of familiar faces.

Tonight is the celebration of the birthday of a good friend, a quite old friend of yours. Florence and you met quite some years ago, when both of you were only trying your luck in the industry, working hard to make yourselves a name. Now you are both are in the inner circle of Hollywood, piling iconic roles on your resumes together. So much has changed, people keep coming and going in your life, but the two of you managed to stay close and keep each other grounded when it was needed.

You keep saying hello to the people you know as you make your way through the guests, hugging a few guests, asking if they have seen Florence and they all point towards the bar. Unsurprisingly, you find the birthday girl right there, with a group of people circling around her as the bartender places a row of shots to the counter and her eyes light up at the sight of all the alcohol.

“Not even surprised you are already plastered,” you grin at her and she squeals upon seeing you join the little circle. Throwing her arms around you she jumps at you mumbling her greeting.

“I’m so happy you’re here!” she breathes out, clearly over a few drinks at this point. “I feel like we haven’t seen each other in ages!”

“It happens when we are both working on a movie at the same time, in different cities,” you chuckle giving her a look.

This past month has been rather busy, you were in Atlanta finishing up filming your latest movie while Florence was in Palm Springs, working on Don’t Worry Darling, she barely made it back to the city to her own birthday party, apparently they wrapped filming just two days ago so it was a close call.

“You have to take a shot with me!” she urges, already grabbing two shots from the bar and handing you one of them, not even waiting for your answer.

“Cheers to the birthday girl!” you hold your glass up after everyone else grabbed a shot, everyone around wishes her a happy birthday again before sending down the alcohol.

You can’t help the grimace that pulls on your face as the liquor burns down your throat. It’s been a while since the last time you had anything other than a few glasses of wine, it’ll take some time to get used to the stomach churning taste.

As the host of the party and the birthday girl, Florence’s presence is in high demand, so you don’t get to spend too much time with her, but you don’t blame her. Ordering a longer drink for you, sticking with some tequila based cocktail as you mingle in the crowd of guests.

Luckily, there are quite a lot familiar faces and you don’t have to linger around the club on your own. You move to a booth at the side with Sydney, a producer you and Florence both worked together previously. She is pretty new in the world of films, but she surely is a talent and you can’t wait for everyone to realize what a blessing she and her art is. You’re joined by her girlfriend, Emma and the three of you are deep in conversation, sharing the funniest stories that happened to you lately and surprisingly, you are genuinely having a good time. You really weren’t in the mood for a party after such a long and frustrating day, having scrunched in three auditions to one day because your manager messed the dates up. When you finished with the third ones, you wanted nothing else than to just sink into a nice bath, have a glass of wine and go to bed early, making your friends’ point of you being a grandma quite valid. However you didn’t have the heart to cancel on Florence, but now that you’ve had some alcohol buzzing in your system and some good company, you don’t regret coming at all.

Once you get to the end of your drink you head back to the bar to have another one, not feeling like leaving just yet. Pushing your way through the people, some keep saying hi to you and you greet everyone back with an instinct, even if you don’t know them. Something you’ve grown to do over your years being in the spotlight.

Standing in line, just like everyone else, you patiently wait to get to the front, when you feel someone bump against you from behind.

“Excuse me—Oh! If it isn’t my favorite Never Have I Ever game partner!”

Your eyes are met with a pair of green ones and a dimpled smile, you can’t help but chuckle as you turn to greet Harry.

“Hi there! Long time no see!” you smile as he pulls you into a side-hug and stands with you in the line.

“You know, maybe you would’ve seen me earlier if you actually gave me your number,” he comments with a sly smile and you have nothing to defend yourself with, he is completely right.

That day the two of you met on The Ellen Show you were actually planning to give him your number, but once your part of the filming ended your manager called you about something urgent and you couldn’t wait for him to finish as well, leaving the studio without ever giving him the chance to even ask for your number. You felt guilty and a little disappointed, but thought your paths would sooner or later cross somehow and it seems like you were right.

“I’m sorry about that. I had some papers to sign before the office closed, I had to leave,” you apologize truthfully and he nods understanding.

“S’alright. I was a little bummed, but I get it.”

“So what are you doing here?” you ask, moving forward in the line, getting closer to the front. Harry gives you a quick look that you can’t quite read before answering.

“I uhh—Florence and I filmed together last month.”

That’s when it clicks. She told you and you read about it, but you tend to forget these kind of things, not having enough capacity to keep everything in mind, only restricting it to the most important stuff.

“Oh, right! Yeah, sorry. Totally slipped my mind. Sorry, I sounded like I live under a rock,” you awkwardly chuckle, feeling a little ashamed that you didn’t remember, when Florence even mentioned it herself before she travelled to Palm Springs, but you were running on caffeine and protein bars between takes, it’s a luck you didn’t even forget your own name after those busy weeks.

“No, s’alright. Nice to know not everyone is drowning in the content that’s been put out of me lately,” he chuckles lowly. “You look lovely, by the way,” he nods at you, eyes running down your body quickly, before they return to your gaze.

“Oh, thank you,” you breathe out looking down at yourself, as if you forgot what you were wearing. It’s a little, black Gucci dress, quite vintage with some embroidered floral patterns along the slightly daring neckline. “It’s Gucci,” you tell him with a knowing smirk.

“Oh!”

“Know you are obsessed with it,” you add with a chuckle, seemingly surprising him with your knowledge about him.

“Someone did some research about me then?”

“I’ll admit, I might have searched your name one of those nights after I had a nice glass of wine.”

“And what else did you find out about me?” he arches an eyebrow at you, making your cheeks heating up. You shouldn’t have admitted that you searched him, he’ll think you’re some kind of stalker, which you are not, you just like to catch up on things sometimes. Though you are clearly a fan of his music and you know about his career vaguely, you haven’t been keeping an eye on him that closely lately, only because you didn’t have the time. However after meeting him at the taping, he was stuck on your mind for days before you gave in and checked out what he’s been up to lately and went through some in-depth articles about him from the past years, closing the line with his latest Vogue issue.

“Nothing shocking,” you simply answer and luckily, you are next up at the bar. You ask for another cocktail and Harry chimes in, adding a beer to the order.

“I hope you know I won’t let you leave until you give me your number this time,” he smirks at you cheekily, making you chuckle.

“I never said I would give it to you.” Wanting to play a little you shrug innocently, earning a stunned look.

“Making me work for it? Alright,” he nods, trying his best to hold his grin back.

The bartender comes back with the drinks and Harry is quick to whip his card out and pay for yours as well. You’re not surprised when he follows you back to the booth to Sydney and Emma. They both greet you with bright smiles upon arriving with Harry.

“This is Sydney and Emma. Syd and I worked together a while ago. Ladies, this is—“ You start the introduction, but Sydney cuts you off quickly.

“Harry Styles. You don’t have to introduce him to us,” she chuckles shaking hand with the fourth guest at the table. “I was a big One Direction fan,” she adds with a chuckle and that’s a new information. As a former fan girl, she is holding herself quite alright in the presence of her idol.

“Oh, nice!” Harry beams, genuinely looking delighted at the information.

“Her playlists have at least one One Direction song on them still this day,” Emma laughs shaking her head, while Syd just shrugs innocently.

The four of you are quick to engage in a conversation about music, mostly about what you listened to when you were teenagers and you are having some laughs at the odd taste you all used to have.

“I think my most played song was Crazy by Britney Spears. I was obsessed with that song,” you admit and Emma groans throwing her hands in the air.

“I loved that song! Even learned the choreography!” she shares, making everyone laugh around the table.

“I bet you did too,” Harry grins in your way over his half empty beer.

“Totally did not,” you scoff with a pretentious grimace that makes it clear that you in fact did.

“I would give an arm to see you dance to that song,” he sighs with an amused grin and you just chuckle, taking another sip from your drink.

At one point Florence joins the booth, buzzing from all the birthday shots she’s been constantly taking, but making sure you all are having a good time.

“I see you guys met again!” she beams looking at you and Harry sitting next to each other. “Y/N, wanna hear something funny?” she smirks at you with glistening eyes.

“Always,” you chuckle softly.

“Once on set, I caught Harry stalking your Instagram.” The man in talk almost chokes on his beer as Florence starts laughing, clearly enjoying how she just busted her co-star, but you are having a blast at how nervous her comment got him and you find the story quite flattering.

“Flo, I think you had enough to drink,” Harry tells her, urging her to leave the booth, but she is way too caught up in getting him into trouble.

“Are you ashamed she now knows you were checking out her sexy photos for that perfume campaign she did last year?” she continues, giving away even more details. Your eyebrows run up as you look at Harry, who is desperately trying to avoid your burning gaze.

“Oh, so you’re a fond of my pictures?” you tease him, his cheeks turning redder with each passing moment.

“I mean… You looked really good.”

“And quite half naked, only covering myself with a huge perfume bottle,” you add chuckling, enjoying it probably a little too much than you should, but Harry has been so confident, flirting with you, it’s funny to see him so flustered all of a sudden.

Harry lets out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his neck while Florence taps his shoulder, saying something that sounded like ‘good luck, man’ before she moves over to the next group of people.

“I wasn’t stalking, your profile just popped up and—“

“Harry,” you stop him with a chuckle. “It’s fine, I was just messing with you.”

“Way to make me a wreck, Y/N,” he shoots you a narrow-eyed look, but you can see the smirk pulling on his lips.

“If it makes you feel better I checked your profile a few times too,” you admit and once again, he seems surprised.

“It does make me feel better,” he nods, his sly smirk growing wider with each passing moment he spends staring at you.

Though you’ve been enjoying the night so far you are running low on energy, so when you see it’s already past midnight you send a text to Lawrence letting him know you are planning to leave soon.

Luckily, Florence is at one of the booths near yours, so you excuse yourself from your table, walking over to her to say your goodbye.

“Leaving already?” she pouts, returning your hug.

“I’ve had a long day, I wouldn’t want to be the grumpy guest to ruin others’ night,” you tell her with an apologetic smile and she nods understanding.

“I’m happy I saw you. We need to do something sometime soon!”

“Sure thing. I’ll have a looser schedule in the upcoming months. Call me whenever you are around and free,” you tell her kissing her cheek and giving her hand a soft squeeze. “Happy birthday once more.” “Thank you babe!” she cheers as you let go of each other.

Walking back to your booth you say goodbye to Sydney and Emma, making the same promise to meet up with them sometime soon. When you turn to Harry he is already up on his feet and offers to walk you out.

“Just to the exit. There are a shit ton of paparazzi outside,” you tell him and he nods, placing a hand to your lower back, ushering you through the crowd. The two of you stop near the exit since Lawrence hasn’t replied to you that he has arrived and you definitely don’t want to wait outside.

“So, are you gonna leave without giving me your number this time as well?” he asks tilting his head to the side as he hides his hands in his pockets lazily.

“Maybe I’m just trying to see if fate is gonna throw you in my way again,” you tease him, but reach for your phone in your purse. “Send yourself a text,” you tell him handing him the device.

He doesn’t try to hide the satisfied grin as he types his number in and sends a quick text to himself so he has your number. Handing it back you just take it and check if Lawrence has texted you. Right at that moment the screen lights up with a short ‘I’ve arrived, Miss’ text and you slide the phone back into your purse.

“Well, it’s been nice seeing you again, Harry,” you say your goodbye and stepping closer you engage in a short, but tight hug.

“You too, Y/N,” he smiles down at you. “Never have I ever had the number of an Emmy nominated actress’ number,” he smirks making you laugh.

“Drink up, Styles,” you tell him cheekily before you walk away, out of the club.

Lawrence is parked right in front of the building and you try to shield your vision from all the flashes as you get into the back seat as fast as possible.

“Hello, Lawrence!” you greet the man in a very delighted mood and he senses the change in you.

“Had a great evening, Miss?” he asks as he leaves from the club and heads to your apartment’s building.

“I did,” you nod biting into your bottom lip. Reaching into your purse you pull your phone out to check the text Harry sent himself.

You can’t help the chuckle that leaves your mouth when you see the short message he sent to his contact that he just saved under Harry S.

“I promise I won’t ghost you.” That’s what the text reads and as you are looking at the conversation you see the bubble popping up that signals that he is typing right now.

“So nice of you. Please keep that promise!” His text appears on the screen and you chuckle under your breath.

“Cheeky.” You write back.

“Maybe, but now I have evidence. Don’t even try to put me on your ghosted list!”

“Will think about it…” you write back with a sly smile before you lock the phone and put it away, letting your head rest against the back of the seat, eyes closing as you can’t wipe the smile off your face.

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[thedandelion-writer]

hello hello! i luv ur blog omg <3

if its not toooo much trouble.. could u do some hcs for ganyu, albedo, and hu tao comforting their partner after a bad day? (also if ur ok with it a platonic one for klee comforting her sibling figure >>)

i. got a concussion from getting hit with a baseball today NAHSHSH so i am Not having a great time and just. wanted some of my favs bein soft bc i love them quite a lot <33 thank u for ur time! much love <333

❝bad days❞

Pairings: Ganyu x gn!reader, Albedo x gn!reader, Hu Tao x gn!readee, Klee x platonic!sibling figure

A/N: Woah- I hope you're okay?? And it's no trouble at all, I made sure to include lots of fluff for you, so that it'll made today at least a little better! Take care of yourself please anon >-<

Ganyu would notice your mood right away

Whether you'd show it subtly or not

The thing is, she's not entirely sure what to do

Although for her, comforting > cheering up

She'd ask if you wanted to talk about it, and would actually listen without complaint even if you ranted for hours on end, work could come later when her s/o is in distress

Your head on her lap, as you told her everything that went wrong, Ganyu's fingers delicately patting your head all the while

After you let it all out, you admitedly felt a lot better

"Sleeping always helps," she'd suggest.

And you two would just take a nap together in the afternoon sunlight

This was if you were emotionally or even mentally down. If you were somehow hurt phyisically she'd fuss over you all day, though trying not to ask too many questions for fear of being annoying

Ganyu would sort of look like she had something to say, but didn't know how to express it

She then made sure to get a name out of you in the most un-suspiscious way as possible so she could tax the hell out of them later (if it was a monster, let's just say they'd be sent right back to the ice age)

Albedo, often fixated on his experiments, would realistically not know about your horrible day until you told him about it

"What happened?" or "What's wrong starlight?" would probably be his go-to phrases

He's would be in between comforting and cheering up, because his way of doing one would more or less result in the other

"I saw some lovely terrain earlier while painting, would you like to go with me to see it once more?"

And of course you don't turn down the offer. Pretty things always helped to lift moods and just seeing him after a crappy day had helped you feel better

Attempting to take your mind off things, Albedo would talk about any recent experiments he thought were interesting, or anything he was particularly proud of to discover

You could talk to him as well if you wanted to, he'd lend you an ear anytime, but I feel like Albedo's response to things would be way too logical leaving you a little confused at times

Before leaving to return back to the city, he hands you a leather bound book.

Inside it were pages upon pages filled with pressed flowers, and even leaves that you don't normally see.

"They're non-toxic," he assured you, just in case you were wondering. "I have been meaning to give this to you, today gave me the perfect opportunity."

You beamed in thanks, already forgetting what was it that brought you down earlier.

Another scenario would be that you somehow got hurt, and that was why you're mood was less than stellar

Anybody who hurt you would be turned to dust think twice about hurting the chief alchemist's lover next time

Hu Tao doesn't want you to dwell on the fact you had a bad day

Cheering up >>>> Comforting

"Bad days are normal! What counts is what you do about it after. When working in the business of death, I know lots of ways to lift one's gloom~"

She'll take you to either prank people with her, laughing like idiots afterwards

Or catching butterflies!

Such frivolous activities would surely help

"Let's see who can catch the most butterflies!" Hu Tao grinned, straightening her hat in form of a challenging gesture.

"Ohh you're on," you returned, playfully sticking out your tongue.

She planned on letting you win, but didn't have to because you did it all on your own

When your legs started getting tired, and your lungs out of breath, you both sat atop the grassy plain to set the butterflies free, admiring their colorful wings sparkling against the sun

Looking at your smile, Hu Tao triumphantly said,"see, I told you I could turn your frown upside down!"

For the physically hurt part, medicine had never been her forte

But any enemies who dared touch you would be incinerated into ash, and any human who did would earn a free coffin from the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor ^^

Klee hated seeing you upset

In fact, she hated it so much she made it a mission to cheer you up

As someone early into her years, she always wondered what it was that made grown ups sometimes...unsmiley

With Jean's permission, and promising not to bomb anything and anyone, she practically dragged you out to bury some newfound treasure

She let you pick the spots and everything <3

It was really hard for the after-effects of a bad day linger after spending time with a literal ball of sunshine

If it was an injury that tainted you mood, then Klee would help you dress them with surprisingly gentle hands

"When I went with Master Jean to Liyue, I met this girl named Qiqi! She always said to clean the wound first...then bandage it," she stuck her tongue out in concentration.

And although the wrappings were sloppy, it was the thought that counted.

"Then we kiss the boo boo better!"

That definitely made the pain go away

You thanked the archons for such a sweet little sister

Oh and of course, she'd totally bomb the bad guys who caused you any pain

What? Don't look at her like that, Jean allowed it!

[scvrllet]

How they deal with holding your drink at a party:

Let’s start off with the Marauders Era shall we?

James Potter

would protect it with his life from others

but would probably end up getting distracted and either spill it

“Shit (Y/N)’s drink.”

“You ruined my shirt!”

“And I care how?”

i feel like he talks with his hands a lot so that’s why

when you come back you see James empty handed and ask him “Where’s my drink.”

he smiles at you sheepishly and says “On someone’s shirt.”

you sigh and go to get a new one but James is already pushing past you to do just that

either he’d spill it on someone or just forget it

“Where’s my drink?”

“Oh um, I think I left it on the table somewhere there.”

he means well tho

and once during a blue moon where he actually does end up holding your drink, he is very protective over it

will not let anyone come in an arms length of it and protects it with his life

if you’re taking too long he’d probably put some (harmless) potion inside to prank you tho

overall rating: 8/10

Sirius Black

will lose or spill it within seconds of you handing it to him

sometimes on purpose because he will have girls and guys by his side and that doesn’t do well when he’s trying to hold your drink and would rather get you a new one than risk handing you one that could’ve been roofied

whether the person intended for you or Sirius to drink it is unknown but he doesn’t really care

“Thanks for holding my drink-“ you say only to get cut off by Sirius throwing your drink into the trash

“Let me buy you a new one, I don’t trust them.” he says as he looked back at the group of girls who were previously trying to get him onto the dance floor with them

if he does end up protecting your drink without getting mobbed, he would protect that drink like his life depended it

“If you take another step closer I will hex you into the next month.”

even if it was just James who wanted to pull a (harmless) prank on you

“Prongs I don’t care, do it on Evans or someone but I am not letting you touch (Y/N)’s drink.”

very genuine and actually does try to protect it

he’s a Black, i’m sure the ‘training’ he’s gone through would stick even if he’s a Marauder

overall rating: 8.5/10

Remus Lupin

a fucking angel who protects it like his entire life depends on it

will threaten to punch anyone who even tries to come near to the drink

depending on the prank and day, might allow James to prank you

usually it just depends on the possible outcome and your reaction

“Moony come dance!”

“When (Y/N) comes back than maybe.”

might get curious and take a few sips of your drink

ends up drinking more than half of it

but will quickly go get a new one and hope that you don’t notice

“Hey thanks for buying me a new one.” You day as you take the cup from him

“What- how’d you know?”

“I know you well enough Rem, anyways did you like it? We can get another one if you want.”

overall rating: 9/10

Peter Pettigrew

spits in it per Voldemort’s request

will try to protect it

until a (usually) drunk Sirius or James comes up to him and gives him some stupid dare

because they know Peter will never back down from a dare

he’ll either drop your drink before or during the dare because he claims he can do it while holding your drink and not spilling a single drop

i mean, he’s right though

because he doesn’t spill a single drop

he drops the entire fucking cup

“Shit.”

overall rating: 4/10 

more like 1/10 but this was before he became a pussy

Regulus Black: 

okay I feel as though he wouldn’t be the type to willingly go to parties but if he did he would be a complete gentleman

literally covers the drink with his hand and holds it close

tries to go along with you as well just in-case anything happens to you on the way

sometimes when he’s feeling playful he might just drink it all 

but would feel really bad afterwards and quickly get you more

will not hesitate to hex anyone who gets a little too close to you and/or your drink

he really doesn’t care who, even if it was his friends or yours

you trusted him with your drink, not them

even when you have taken your drink back he’ll still insist on holding it and taking a sip before you just to be sure

“Hey what are you doing? Give me that. I take the first sip you know this. If I’m not on the ground after 5 minutes than you can drink it.”

“Regulus there’s nothing in the drink.”

let’s remember that he’s a Black so being a drama queen is literally apart of his DNA

“Oh yeah?” He says before dropping to the ground, “I wonder why I’m now on the ground now. What if you had taken a sip first and I wasn’t here huh?” 

“Kids.” he muttered to himself as he got up from the ground, ignoring the people who had just watched him drop to the ground for seemingly no reason

overall rating: 9/10 because he will lecture you as if he were your mother

Lily Evans

loves parties so will 100% drag you to one

but she would also be more than happy to hold your drink for you

“Hey Lils could you hold this for me?” 

“Of course, I’ll come with as well actually.” 

glares daggers at anyone who stands a little to close to her, you and/or your drink

does not stop glaring until either you have finished your drink or until the person is gone

is a total sweetheart but would probably end up drinking it all taking a few sips of your drink

“You drank it all didn’t you?” you asked when you came back to see your cup empty 

she literally chucks it across the room, looks you in the eye and says, “Someone took it.” before taking you to go get a new one

will let James prank you only if he promises that it won’t harm you in anyway 

overall rating: 9.5/10

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[jinpanman]

Vampire’s Wine

pairing: vampire boyfriend!jungkook x fem human!reader

word count: 1.4k

genre: 18+, fluff, slightly nsfw, established relationship

warnings: this whole thing is a disgusting bloody mess and not in the way you think. menstruation talk - from the use of hygiene materials to the smell of period blood, jk loves period blood - oop., casual conversation about sex and genitals

summary: You decide to brave the mystery that is menstrual cups. Jungkook is intrigued to say the least.

a/n: i needed a break from all my long af fics. u can blame my brain. u can also blame Jess @shelive-shelove​​ for telling me to write this. and for helping me pick a member to write about - but then again, she always picks jk. also @joonie-mono​ kept judging me so now that it exists she has to read it. :-)

The simple matte black box sits on the bathroom counter and it’s incredibly intimidating despite it just sitting there. You pick it up and open the case to reveal an equally black menstrual cup sitting on top of a black pouch. A slip of paper falls out when you open it and you pick it up.

Greetings Y/N! We’re so glad you’ve decided to become the owner of a BLAKD cup. We understand some people don’t want color stained cups so we went ahead and…

You toss the card to the side and pick up the cup and turn it around in both awe and trepidation. There’s a knock on the open door but you don’t bother to look up.

“What’s that you go there?”

“JK honey, tell me. How am I supposed to stick this up my nether region?”

Jungkook snorts and plucks the cup from your hand.

“Well, my dick is bigger than this and you do such a good job taking it all in so I know my baby can handle this small thing.” He pats your cheek lovingly

You squeak and swat his arm away in disbelief. “Jungkook! I swear! You—that’s different! I’m not horny when I’m trying to stick this-this monster inside of me.”

He laughs and quickly covers the little distance between you, pulling you flush against him.

“First of all, that’s an insult to my dick because this,” he waves the cup in front of you and you roll your eyes at him “is no monster. Secondly, maybe we should get you horny first so it won’t be an issue.” He wiggles his eyebrows and licks his bottom lip in anticipation.

You scoff and push him away, taking the cup back from him.

“I need to figure out how to stick this up my very unaroused vagina, so please go and do your vampy things and leave me alone for a few minutes.”

He merely shrugs but of course your boyfriend who must know everything about everything asks, “But babe, what’s wrong with what you usually use?”

Ah, now that’s a good question. You’ve used pads and tampons for so long and frankly you are so utterly fed up with the mess that is Aunt Flo. 

“Jungkook, you won’t even understand even if I told you.”

“Try me.”

You raise a brow but proceed anyway. “Well they stink, for one.”

“False. I love the way you sme—okay, sorry. Go on.”

“Pads are so annoying especially when you’re sweaty and they stick to your butt and somehow you always end up bleeding everywhere except on the pad! And then tampons! Just the general scare that it’ll be stuck there for too long or it’ll poison you or that you’re actually not bleeding as much as you thought you were and you’re dry af and it gets so uncomfortable to take out!” you voice dies out, nearly out of breath because you failed to pause after each sentence. Jungkook watches you with amusement painted throughout his face and relaxed posture resting against the counter.

Your chest is heaving but you continue after taking a few short breaths, “Period panties are okay but I’d like some extra insurance y’know? Also everything is so fucking expensive! Tell me why we’re being paid to tend to something we absolutely cannot control? I fucking bet you if men had periods, they’d free bleed every month and expect everyone to be okay with it. But because we’re women we have to hide it because it makes—”

Jungkook breaks you off mid-tangent kisses you and grins. “Had to stop you before you start ranting for a whole 10 minutes and then forget why you were talking in the first place.”

You return the kiss and give him an appreciative smile. Most people aren’t into the “kiss someone to get them to shut up” but in your case, you appreciated the kisses because one, Jungkook gives the best kisses and two, you really would go off forever if he didn’t shut you up.

“Thanks, baby. Now please leave,” you say before shoving him out the bathroom and locking the door behind him.

After what felt like (and probably was) two hours you are finally out of the bathroom, feeling so utterly defeated and exhausted. You had gotten it in, but at what cost? Both your hands still reek of blood despite scrubbing thoroughly for several minutes with soap. Your thighs are aching from squatting for so long as well. You plop down on the couch beside your boyfriend who’s occupied playing some rando shooting game on the PlayStation. He inhales deeply and shoots you a quick glance. You give him a questioning look but he doesn’t say anything.

After his match, he leans in close to your stomach and takes another big whiff. You’ve long passed being surprised at how much Jungkook likes smelling you. You’d think he was a werewolf or something. Not that you’d tell him that because you were not in the mood to be dicked down just to “prove a point.”

“Hm? You don’t smell like you normally do?”

“Huh, I’m honestly shocked considering how much I bled all over my hands and thighs.”

“Careful, Y/N. You might make me horny,” he muses as he enters another match.

“You’re gross.”

“So, what does the blood just… sit there?”

“Mm, yeah. The cup keeps it all inside and when I take it out the blood will be there.”

“Tell me when you’re gonna take it out, okay?”

Without breaking eye contact with the television screen, he tilts his head to plop a quick kiss on your forehead. You pull a blanket over you and watch on as your endearing thousand year old boyfriend destroys the hundredth controller because he’s still very much a baby vampy and sometimes he forgets his own strength.

“Ohhh my goood this is so fucking weird,” you mutter in disgust.

Here you are, at the end of a full day of doing absolutely nothing, squatting in the tub once again. This time, instead of sticking a foreign object up your vagina, you’re trying to pull it out. You finally have a grip on the stem and your thighs are screaming at you but you fight through the burn because no way in hell are you gonna risk dropping your cup in the toilet bowl. The several guides you found on the internet said it helped to use your muscles to push it out.

“Okay, here goes nothing.”

You push and you eventually feel the suction giving way. A few drops of liquid spill out over your hand and you grimace at how warm it is. You finally pull it out from inside you and you lift it up to inspect the contents of the cup. God it was startling how warm the cup is. It was both disgusting and fascinating to see how much blood you can bleed within half a day. And the best thing—it doesn’t smell! You’re done being weirdly fascinated with your blood now. You’ve definitely been with Jungkook for too long. You hold the cup away from you and tilt it to pour down the—

“NNOOOO!!!! STOP Y/N!!!!”

Your boyfriend stumbles into the bathroom and you watch him with absolute befuddlement as he inches closer to you with crazed eyes.

“Baby,” he reaches out to you, “what were you just going to do?”

“Um, pour out my period blood?”

“Baby!!” he practically whines and kneels beside the tub.

“...Yes? Jungkook?” You’re at a complete loss for why he came bursting here in such a hurry.

“I thought I asked you to tell me when you were gonna take it out.”

“I’m sorry hun. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. I’m just taking it out?”

“Babe.”

“Mhm?”

“I’m a vampire.”

“Mhm.”

“And I’m your boyfriend.”

“Okay.”

“Are you really going to make me say it?”

“Jungkook, I don’t even know what you’re talking about so if you could just tell me, that’d be great.”

He groans into his hands and peeks at you through his fingers.

“I wanna drink it.”

Oh, for god’s sake. You restrain yourself from rolling your eyes at him. You weren’t ignorant to his obsession with blood, especially during that time of the month. He was a vampire, after all. This was a whole new experience though with nearly an ounce of your blood right in your hand. Before you can second guess yourself, you hand the cup to your very pouty boyfriend who takes it with a now huge smile gracing his face. 

He brings the cup directly under his nose and takes a quick whiff. You wrinkle your nose in distaste. And then he lets out a deep, guttural moan. He flicks his tongue in the pool of blood then promptly empties the blood into his mouth. A normal person would not shiver at the sight of their boyfriend drinking their blood, but you’ve long resigned the fact that you were not normal. Your eyes fixate on the trail of blood that missed his mouth and now fall down the side of his mouth to his chin. You swallow in sync with Jungkook who hands you back the empty cup.

His voice is hoarse when he speaks. “Please never stop using this cup. It is the greatest creation of the modern times… Next to the internet. Also don’t ever drain your blood anymore. Give it to me. Save the ocean.”

“You absolute dork,” you laugh and continue your downward gaze of his body. That’s when you see it.

“Oh my god. Jungkook. Did you… baby are you horny?”

[alrighty-anubis]

I miss him (tech&hunter&crosshair)

No warnings apply

Tech's emotions over flow after going unsaid for too long. Hunter realises his brother needs some support and that forgetting about Crosshair isn't good for any of them. Omega is the perfect younger sister.

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As the Havoc-Marauder settled into hyperspace, the tension in the ship dispersed and was replaced by the friendly familiarity between the members. Hunter had a hand on Omega’s shoulder as she excitedly rattled off her and Wrecker’s accomplishments on their side, Wrecker interrupting with his own equally excited comments whilst echo (who had spun round in the co-pilot’s seat) nodded along trying and failing to cover up the fact he was scanning them all for injuries. Tech didn’t face them, eyes set on the blur of stars before them, fiddling absentmindedly with a clump of wires he had picked up and had no plan for.

“And then I shot the droid with my bow” “Right in the head, kid’s got perfect aim” “And that’s when Crosshair arri-”

Omega was interrupted by a sharp clang from the pilot’ seat. They all turned to face Tech whose cheeks flushed as he picked up the wires before turning away from them without so much as a glance in their direction.

“Hey, Tech, you alright?” Hunter’s concerned voice broke the silence.

“Affirmative, I have sustained no injuries. Neither has the ship. I apologize for the interruption”

Hunter kept his eyes trained on Tech’s back but didn’t probe him any further, a squeeze to Omega’s shoulder signalling her to carry on.

“Crosshair arrived and started shooting at us and his aim was so good but luckily Wrecker threw a crate at him so we had time to run around the corner.” “You know how delicate Cross can be - took him minutes to get up again” “And then we made it to you and had that whole stand off”

That’s when Echo interrupted, providing his ARC interpretation and analysis on their efforts. Hunter tended to forget how much experience the man had, working so closely with Rex and found himself nodding along with him. The conversation soon got thrown off into a tangent about the new TK soldiers and other developments the Empire were making from the GAR.

Hunter found himself pausing and waiting for Tech’s interjections; he was so animated when they first discovered the changes with the Commandos. But Tech sat silently at the Cockpit’s control desk. As he drowned out the surrounding conversation to take note of the Pilot’s tense shoulders and un-Tech-like lack of precision while handling the wires he felt his concern grow.

He pulled himself back to Echo and Wrecker’s conversation, intending to send them away so he could talk with Tech and figure out what was wrong.

“Yeah, we could’a used a sniper,” Wrecker vigorously announced. “I will admit, Crosshair being a traitor’s kind'a inconvenient. Don’t see him coming and suddenly you're being shot at.” “What’s not inconvenient is not having an attitude!” Wrecker laughed.

“Shut up!” Tech suddenly stood up, his wires thrown to the ground and the chair spinning from the force he left it with. “Shut up shut up!”

He flung his helmet across the cockpit and smashed into the wall with a loud crash. Omega startled and hurried out of the room.

Hunter took a step back and resisted the urge to cover his ears. He felt his stomach lurch at the sight of tears streaking from behind Tech’s goggles. Wrecker and Echo were frozen, mouths still open.

“He’s not a traitor!

“Tech, he’s literally hunting us down for the Empire,” Echo stated whilst Wrecker shouted: “If he wasn’t a traitor he would be with us now.”

“Hunting us down? What like you did to Omega, Wrecker?”

Wrecker physically flinched back, tears welling in his eyes whilst they started to freely stream down Tech’s face.

“It’s not him. It’s not. It wasn’t you trying to shoot Omega in the face. Cross wouldn’t betray us. And you’ve abandoned him. None of you care - none of you did. He got left behind. We left him behind and none of you care or feel bad,” tremors began to wrack through his body violently, “We left him behind. We are the traitors. He’s all alone - the Empire doing maker knows what to him - and we aren’t saving him because none of you care!”

“Tech-” Hunter slowly stepped forward, hands raised in a placating manner.

“What? You're the one who made us leave him. You’re our sergeant, you’re meant to keep us together and you didn’t”.

“Tech-” He signalled for the others to leave, “We did what we could, but we couldn’t get out of their alive and save him.”

“Bullshit - that’s just what you tell yourself.”

“Maybe you’re right-” Hunter considered his options.

It was rare for Tech to feel emotions strongly, let alone let them out. When Tech had breakdowns like this it would be after something had been building for weeks. Hunter cursed himself for not having noticed the signs: taking the night shift so he didn't have to sleep in front of them because of nightmares; not eating’ overworking so he didn't have to think about it. Crosshair was usually the one who helped Tech in these situations, he was the only one Tech felt comfortable speaking to about these matters actually, the both of them not feeling as strongly as Hunter, Wrecker or Echo. He should have seen this coming with Tech’s closest brother being unavailable.

“Tech, tell me, was there a way for us to get out alive with Crosshair? Think.” He commanded, hoping that giving Tech the puzzle would help his analytical mind ease the onslaught of emotions so Hunter could begin to help him with them.

“No.” Tech's voice was strained and croaky from shouting. He slumped forward with resignation at the admission.

Hunter stepped forward and laid a hand on his back. Tech flinched away for a second before falling into his brother’s chest. Hunter wrapped his arms around the slender man and realised this was the first time he had hugged Tech. A pang of guilt made its way through his body as he wondered whether it was more than their similarity that had Tech heading to Crosshair for comfort. Hunter found Tech’s constant babble exhausting and incomprehensible, sometimes leading him to be a bit short with the others.

“What brought this on?” He asked.

“They talk about him as if he’s no different than Rampart or Bane or Tarkin. But he is. He’s our brother. And then they don’t talk about him at all. No one’s mentioned that he’s gone.”

They had all been so concerned with Omega’s safety they hadn’t had time to mourn Crosshair’s separation and Tech, finding emotions as confusing and illogical as he does, had never felt confident to bring him up - not with Wrecker often ignoring what he said assuming he won't understand and other more urgent situations ongoing.

“Do you want to talk about it - him now?”

“I miss him.”

“So do we.”

“Really.” Tech deadpanned, “”It surely gives that impression when you all spend hours insulting him”.

“Perhaps convincing ourselves we weren't as close to him saves us the pain from his absence.”

Tech stayed silent.

“I will talk to the others. And Tech,” he waited until his eyes met his younger brother’s. “We will get him back. I promise.”

Tech sobbed into Hunter’s chest in response. They stood like that for a while, until they heard the door open behind them. Omega poked her head in the cockpit, concern worrying about her face.

“Tech, are you okay?”

“I will be.” He pulled away from Hunter, his cold exterior returning quicker than Hunter would have liked, “I apologise for scarring you.”

Omega reached down and picked up his wires, handing them back to him, “It’s okay,” she smiled, “We’ll get him back.”

The rest of the group filtered back in, they cast Tech concerned glances which he pretended to not notice. The atmosphere was awkward, the conversation choppy as they tried to stick to light subjects. But Omega’s game with her Bad Batcher doll drew them all in.

Tech tapped Omega on the shoulder and passed her a small toy bow he had made with the wires.

“This is so cool, she matches me now!” Omega lurched forward and hugged her older brother.

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