#sorry I’m pissed and can’t sleep because *see above*

[raeofgayshine]

*stares into void* How am I supposed to sleep knowing that doctors don’t take me seriously? That the pain I’m in, all over my body by the way, that was bad enough earlier I couldn’t turn my head very far because I was in pain and it felt stiff (and now I just have the pain left so I can at least turn it but will continue not to do so much). Pain that makes it hard for me to stand for very long because it kills my back and also my hip, who has a fuck ton of issues on my own, of course all the way to my feet, and there’s a reason I have frequent nightmares of my legs just giving out and no longer working, because the longer I stand the more that feels like it’ll be the case, and also that seems to be a lower bar lately which fucking great you know. The pain also, that goes from my neck like I said but into my shoulders and down my arms, sometimes. Sometimes also just my fucking wrists hurt, my hands will get so stiff I feel like I can’t do anything, can’t even close them around something to pick it up, and isn’t that my shittiest situation because I like to be doing stuff.

But instead of taking me seriously doctors have insisted it’s all my anxiety (except my wrists, which is clearly carpal tunnel despite multiple tests proving I have no fucking signs of that). Which is basically the modern day version of getting diagnosed with hysteria.

And so how can I sleep both knowing I will only continue to get worse and deal with more symptoms (pain and otherwise) until I reach a point I can’t actually fucking function anymore because no one will take me seriously, and also how can I sleep when I’m in fucking pain no matter how I lay and there is no medicine I have that will fucking help it?

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hii sweetie, how are you? Are requests open rn? I'm soooo sorry if they arent and i'm botherig you, but can i make a sugestion please? How would batboys (including bruce if possible) would "react" to missing you while on a mission? And maybe in the end the reenconter? Just an idea❤️

I’m sorry that it’s taken me this long to write this and I hope that it’s everything you want and more.

Dick; sits and sulks as he stares at his phone.

I’m joking…or am I?

He’d be mentally counting away the hours before he came back home to you once more. He tries to act professional and keep a level head seeing as how leaders aren’t meant to have room for errors, he’s learnt that the hard way many times. But he can’t help but yearn to be in your arms and fall into the deepest sleep ever knowing that you were close by and above all safe.

He would use this as motivation to get through the long, long night of patrol in hopes of making time take pity on him and go just that little bit faster, just for his selfish convenience. He just so desperately wants to see you and Hayley cuddled up together on your shared bed, or watching a movie together if you were still awake this late at night. You held a piece of his heart without even knowing it.

So when he feels the patrol come to an end, he’s gleefully beating the piss out of the goons he’s come across with a smile across his face. It’s borderline terrifying image that will forever remain burnt into the deepest parts of his teammates memory for a good long while.

The minute Dick came home and you so happened to be waiting for him, he was already scooping you into his arms and holding you close to his chest as he buried his head into your neck.

‘I missed you.’ He murmurs.

‘I’m pretty sure that’s my line you’ve just stolen.’ You joked as you ran your hand through his dark hair, relived in seeing him home safe and unharmed.

‘Well it’s my line now because I really did miss you,’ Dick said, tightening his hold on you, ‘you we’re all I thought about tonight and how much I wanted to come home and be where I want to be most, in your arms.’ He adds tired and you couldn’t help but coo softly at him.

‘Aww Dickie bird.’ You began. ‘You sound about ready for some much needed sleep.’

Dick lets out a deep sigh as he practically slumps against you. ‘That sounds like a good idea. Is Hayley in bed?’

‘Yes.’ You answered, rubbing his back soothingly.

‘Her bed or ours?’ Dick asks.

‘Do you even need to ask?’ You reply with a chuckle and from that alone did Dick get his answer.

Jason; he’s a little impatient with having to wait to come back home to you, so much so that it tends to end with him brutalising his adversaries more then usual.

Whoops.

He doesn’t apologise at all.

He was so use to coming home to a empty apartment after patrol that long nights like these never use to bother Jason, as it often meant he had something else to do other then stare up at his ceiling, waiting for sleep to catch up to him. Now that he had you however, all Jason wants to do was come home as soon as possible just to catch a glimpse of your sleeping figure on his -now your- bed.

He’s grown addicted to being at your side no matter what that being apart from you for prolonged periods of time made Jason feel hollow, as though he was missing a vital part of himself somewhere and that vital part was you.

So when he gets home he’s already dropped his helmet off somewhere and kneeling before you as you held his face in your hands and groaning as he presses his face further into your hands.

‘I’ve missed you so much tonight chipmunk.’ He admits.

‘I’ve missed you too jay bird.’ You replied, pressing a kiss to his nose, squealing when he stole a quick peck from your lips as you smacked his bicep shortly after. ‘Someone’s feeling particularly loving tonight.’ You add.

Jason groans as he looks up at you with his pretty, pretty eyes that never fail to take your breath away. The mere image alone of this six foot something man kneeling before you was enough to make you feel like the most powerful being in existence. ‘Is it blasphemy for a man to show his partner how much he’s missed them now?’ He asks and you couldn’t help but laugh as you pressed another kiss to his nose, pulling away enough to see him smile dopily at your kiss.

‘No, but it would be great to be warmed ahead of time before you try to steal another kiss.’ You said and Jason smirks. ‘So you’re telling me there is going to be a next time?’ He says teasingly.

‘Don’t let it go to your head hotshot.’ You reply, grabbing one of his hands and pulling him towards the bedroom.

‘I think I already have sweetheart.’ Jason says with a smile, happy to be home.

Bruce: keeps tabs on you during patrol whilst also remaining vigilant and dedicated to the task at hand.

Bruce was a master at multitasking.

He would always make sure you were safe and decried whenever he got a couple minutes to breathe on his own. He even has a special alert made for you in the instance where you were in danger walking home.

He even finds himself looking at shops you’ve told him about going to, but never doing so due to scheduling conflicts and making a mental note to take you there as a treat to spoil you rotten.

Bruce had more experience in neglecting his own wants and needs for the betterment of Gotham and everyone living in it. So while he may miss you dearly, he knew that his dedication to bettering Gotham’s crime rate one villain, underground drug syndicate, crime lord at a time outweighed that greatly.

So the moment he comes home to you he smiles softly as he allows you to remove the cowl from his head, gently place it down elsewhere, before moving on to wiping the black makeup clean from his eyes.

Bruce knows he could easily done it himself but much rather prefers it if you were the one to do it instead, as it often allows him to have a moment alone with you. No interruptions nor distractions could make him break his gaze away from yours.

‘You’re doing Gotham a whole lot of good Bruce.’ You tell him as you finished wiping off the last of his eye makeup that he puts on under the cowl. ‘ Not many people would be willing to try to keep a dying city alive. Im so proud of you for doing the unthinkable.’ You add as you press a kiss to his cheek.

‘Someone’s got to shoulder the responsibility of this town and I’m more than willing to shoulder that responsibility everyone else who can’t.’ Bruce replies as he takes your hands in his own, kissing the backs of them as his thumbs caressed each of your knuckles. ‘But coming home to you reminds me I’m not alone in this endeavour and I don’t know how to thank you enough for standing by me.’

You smile. ‘You don’t need to thank me at all, just take care of yourself alright? We don’t want the Dark Knight running on fumes now when he’s just getting started.’

Damian: naturally goes by his father’s example and remains focused on the task at hand.

He was trained for long nights like these but you’ve become somewhat of a problem during them.

Damian had often found himself sat on a rooftop somewhere, looking down at two people enjoying the other’s company, and immeditly starts to imagine that it was him and you instead.

He hates how easily his mind drifted towards you during patrol with his father or his other siblings but he just can’t help it but crave for your presence. It makes him feel weak and vulnerable but ironically he doesn’t hate it as much as he probably should’ve. He’s even found himself wanting to count stars with you at one point during patrol until he got him act together to take down a few goons.

He doesn’t admit this to anyone as he’s already felt embarrassed enough that he didn’t needed to be embarrassed even further by the miscreants he’s made to called his family. For he knew they’d never let him live it down for being so caught up on you, they’d called him everything their small minds can come up with for the sake of teasing their younger brother.

So when he comes back to you, he doesn’t say anything other than hugging you uncharacteristically tight against his chest.

‘Someone’s missed me.’ You joked but when Damian didn’t say anything but tighten his grip on you and huff did you change your tune. ‘Oh you did. If it’s any consolation I missed you too.’ You add as you both stayed there in each others arms.

‘Just…hold me will you…please.’ He said softly as he sunk further into your embraced and he closed his eyes, secretly happy to be back home with you.

‘I’m fine with that.’ You replied as you concede to his wishes, just happy to see him home in one piece.

[ragingbookdragon]

Life becomes a bit simpler after her chat with Price; the others definitely notice as she’s not calling Ghost “sir” consistently, and she’s also not avoiding him like the plague. It’s almost upsetting for both Gaz and Soap, mainly because it gave them something to tease Ghost about—it was hilarious watching the way his jaw would clench when they did so. She may not be avoiding Ghost like usual, but she doesn’t go out of her way to directly engage him either. She’s calm, cool, collected when he speaks to her, even smiles at him from time to time, like she used to.

It’s her eyes that unnerves Ghost though.

She knows. And he knows she knows because his skin crawls when he recognizes the look in them. He used to hate it when he saw that. Saw it in every soldier, every superior, every civilian’s gaze when they whispered in the halls about him. But where theirs held pity, hers shine with understanding. With grace. With welcoming.

It makes his stomach churn uncomfortably and weight like lead settle in his bones.

***

Ghost has a routine when he can’t sleep. Usually wakes up at one, drinks a cup of decaffeinated tea, and goes back to sleep by three. No one else is usually awake during those hours except routine security and he trudges into the kitchen, intent to make himself a cup in his tired state, when he stops at the entrance, eyes widening when he sees her sitting there with a steaming cup of tea in front of her, and a bottle of whiskey.

She looks up at the intrusion and smiles tiredly at him. “Hiya LT. Funny meeting you here.”

“It’s one A.M.” he mutters. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Can’t sleep,” she replies, looking back at her tea.

Ghost takes a step into the kitchen, goes to the kettle when his eyes fall on the table again, and he realizes she has two cups of tea ready.

“You’re a piss poor liar,” he says under his breath, abandoning the kettle as he pulls out the chair and plops down beside her. “You makin’ hotty toddy’s?”

“Those don’t have tea in them,” she answers, but pours a decent amount of whiskey in his teacup. “But yes, I am.”

He hums, lifts the mask above his upper lip and takes a sip. “Not bad,” he cuts himself off with a cough and she purses her lips, trying not to laugh at him. “Not bad,” he wheezes, eyes watering, but he feels something light in his chest when he sees her smile.

It’s a comfortable silence they find themselves sitting in, drinking tea and staring at the board on the wall across the room in front of them. It’s Soap’s turn on dishes for the week. He’ll probably try to smooch his way out of it—he hates washing dishes. He’ll most likely ask her to switch duties with him; he’ll probably win.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you the other day.”

She blinks and looks over at him, but his eyes are still on the board, moving like he’s reading. “It’s…it’s okay, LT.”

“No,” he answers back immediately. “No, it wasn’t. And I shouldn’t have done it. I should’ve acted like an adult and instead I acted like a ten-year-old.”

A laugh passes her lips and he looks over at her curiously; she shakes her head. Price said something like that.” Her eyes meet his. “I’m sorry I’m always up your ass. I know it can be annoying.”

Ghost shrugs. “I’m used to annoying.” He catches the way her expression pinches and he corrects, “You’re not annoying, you’re just…”

“A lot?”

“Will you let me try and dig myself out of this hole, please?”

She smiles and reaches over, patting his leg. “I know what you mean. I’ll try to not be it.”

Ghost blinks and looks at her hand then back at her. “I miss it, y’know? You being…you.”

“Really?”

He nods. “It’s too quiet around the base. I realize how much your laughter makes us all feel when I don’t hear it.” He sips his tea.

She stirs the spoon in hers. “…Price told me about your family.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

He shrugs. “I figured he’d said something.” He nudges her in the side. “Gave you a talking to, didn’t he?”

“You’re one to talk,” she retorts, and he grins for a moment before he lets out a sigh.

“My old man was a drunk arsehole.”

“LT, you don’t—”

“No, I do,” he interrupts and leans back, staring at the ceiling. “He was a complete cunt. Beat me and my mum and brother. Tommy was a drug addict, started stealin’ from mum.” Something flickers in his expression. Cold. Old hatred. “I beat the shit outta my old man. Kicked him out for good. Got Tommy into rehab.” His tone eases somewhat. “Things got better. Tommy married Beth, had Joseph. Things were good.” Ghost’s eyes take on a sadness, an ache, a wound that has never seemed to really heal, just scab over. “Things were good,” he murmurs.

“And then…”

He inhales and exhales, swallows, tries to speak, until all he can say is, “I don’t like talkin’ ‘bout Mexico.”

She lays her hand on his. “You don’t have to.”

“I got vengeance for the blood that was spilled from my family.” He inhales and exhales again, closing his eyes for a moment. “…I’m claustrophobic. An’ I hate being around people. I hate bein’ in a room where I don’t know the exits. I hate gettin’ new people ‘cause I’m afraid to trust ‘em.” When she gives him a funny look from the last statement, he adds, “The people you know can hurt you the worst.”

“LT, I would never betray you.”

“Don’t ever say you won’t until you’re in a—”

“Simon, I would never betray you,” she repeats firmly, gazing at him intently. “I would rather die than betray any of the people on this team.”

He searches her gaze for some kind of lie before he turns his head back to the wall. “I’m afraid to let more people in ‘cause I’ve already lost so much of myself from it. I don’t know how much more I can take losin’.”

She goes quiet for a moment, thinks on his words, then counters, “I’d rather lose the people I care about than never know what it was like to love them in the first place.” She can see the way the man beneath Ghost aches to wish he could still be that man. “I’d rather lose you as my friend than never know what it was like to know the man beneath the mask.”

“I’m not a good man to know,” he murmurs, and she scoffs lightly.

“That’s your prerogative.”

“It’s the right one.”

She turns in her chair, her knees brushing against the outside of his thigh as she affirms, “Whether or not you think you are, you are my friend, and I am a better person for knowing you.”

“Puffin,” he mutters. “You gotta aim higher, love.”

“Or you can let me in.” She watches the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “I’m not going anywhere. You can either accept that and be my friend, or you can reject it and ignore me forever, but I’ll still be here.”

Ghost‘s face pinches and he gripes, “You’re a pain in my arse, you know that, don’t you?” Her smile is bright as he sits straight again and leans against his arm, her head on his shoulder.

After a moment, she whispers, “LT, do you think…do you think in a different life we’d be better people? Happier?”

He tears his gaze from the wall to look down at her and he thinks for a moment, then nods. “Yeah, pet, I think we’d be better.” He shifts his arm, wraps it around the back of her chair and adds, “But I think you and me are doing just fine in this one.”

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 33 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

As it turns out, the Underworld provides a whole slew of services designed to deal with circumstances just like this. Medical care, emergency home repair–and body disposal, all for the price of a handful of gold coins.

You sit with John as a man your lover so descriptively calls Doc sews up Wick’s wounds. There is blood on your face, and your silk pjs. Dog sits on your foot, clearly anxious about letting either one of you out of his sight. In the same spirit, John’s good hand is clasped in yours, or yours in his–neither of you have been able to let go. 

Another man known simply as Charlie orchestrates the removal of the collection of corpses through the house. Yet more tattooed tradesmen work on boarding up the blown out window in the kitchen with a big piece of plywood. 

It’s a miracle, really, the house didn’t burn down. 

“Thought you’d left all this behind you, John?” asks Doc, making a neat knot in the former assassin’s side. 

“So did I.”

“What will you do?”

“The same thing I always do when I’m lost. Talk to Winston.” 

The two men share a snort of laughter you don’t entirely understand. 

When Doc finishes with John he gives you a bottle of pain meds, and a bottle of what are, as far as you can tell, pharmacy grade amphetamines. “In case he has to work again.” You take them with wide eyes and a nod, praying to whatever devil might be listening that that won’t be necessary. 

You’re fairly certain that no one up above is interested in any of you anymore. 

You killed a man. 

You killed a man with a gun to save John, and you do not feel sorry at all. 

Numb, perhaps, but not sorry. 

John groans as he adjusts himself on the couch. You reach out to steady him, helping him best you can. He is heavy, and you look at the stairs with doubt. “Maybe we should sleep down here tonight?”

He blinks at you, undoubtedly thinking you incredibly naïve. “We can’t stay here, baby. It’s not safe.”

“Where will we go?” 

“We’re going to the city,” says John, sounding weary as a man twice his age. “I know a place. Can you drive?”

You have to admit you’re a little dizzy from the whiplash. In the span of a few hours, you’ve gone from being locked up like a princess in the castle, to murdering a man, and now John is going to let you drive?

He must read the blatant surprise on your face. He doesn’t like it, his grip tightening on your hand. “These are bad, bad men who would eat you for breakfast. You’ve got to stick with me.” 

You bristle at this, because even though you absolutely should be thinking about escape? You’re not. You were thinking about how you were going to manage taking care of him in this state, and it pisses you off that he’s still so fucking worried about controlling you that he can’t see the writing written in blood on the wall. 

Or at least, written in blood, on the kitchen floor. 

“You asshole,” you say for the second time tonight. It wins you a lordly scowl that for some fucked up reason thrills you to the tips of your toes. But it’s too late to turn back now. “Were you there, when I fucking shot a man for you? Maybe this is just business as usual for you, but it’s fucking new to me.”

He clenches his other fist on his knee, seeming to count to ten with his eyes closed. “I’m sorry,” he finally grinds out. “I know…Are you alright?”

You guess that you put up a good enough front that he forgot that maybe he should ask. Good on you. Maybe.

“No, not really,” you answer truthfully. “But I don’t have any choice, do I?”

He actually has the grace to cast his eyes down, seeming to really think on what you’re saying. “You had a choice,” he muses quietly, his thumb sliding over your knuckles. “In the kitchen.”

You stroke Dog’s head for something to do with your other hand, which is shaking. Your thundering heart beats painfully in your chest. From the corner of your eye you take in this anomaly of a man. This man, who kidnapped you, who has been playing mental games with you for months, who has kept you prisoner, who has taken your body to heights you never even knew were possible, who has spoiled you, who has adored you and degraded you all in the same breath–this man, who somehow, you know you love with your whole heart. 

“John…” He tilts his head to look at you, his eyes glazed with pain. You’re not sure if it’s physical or mental at this point. “Did you really think I could shoot you?”

Perhaps he did, because in his mind, the only acceptable answer to a wrong against you is murder. 

Perhaps in the brutal world he’s occupied since he was just a child, it is. 

Suddenly he can’t meet your eyes. “Maybe I would deserve it, y/n.”

The fact that he knows that is definitely a good sign. 

But the tricky truth is–it wasn’t all bad. And the good? The good was almost worth the bad, you dare to think now that you’ve survived it. You know better than to say that, because you know you are in the midst of a negotiation right now.

“I love our life together, when you’re sweet to me, John. I only want to murder you when you boss me around. And I only mean that figuratively.”

A huff of laughter escapes him; there is a glimmer of hope in his miserable dark eyes. You know it’s insane, after everything he’s done, but you feel sorry for this man. 

“If you would just treat me as an equal, instead of constantly trying to control me…” I’ll be your ride or die. You can’t bring yourself to say it aloud yet. He already has enough power over you. “Do you think…that’s something we can work on?”

He could have pushed you over with a feather, when slowly he nods, bringing your knuckles to his lips to kiss them. “If you don’t want to murder me after everything I’ve done to you…maybe anything is possible.”

You on the other hand, can only blink. Did you just hear what you think you heard? 

That blood-pressure induced ringing has returned to your ears again. The explosion and gunfire surely didn’t help, but somehow this is far more momentous to you. Your surprise for the magnitude of this admission surprises you, and you must show it in the lift of your brows. It makes him smile ruefully; you’re not sure why the sight of it squeezes your heart so. 

You are not so stupid as to think this traumatic event has healed him miraculously, knocked some loose screw back into place. The mind doesn’t work like that. But just maybe, it did put some things into perspective. You are allies now against a mutual cause, rather than enemies of each other. And just maybe, when you tell him that you don’t want to leave him, he will actually believe you from now on. 

“Anyway…I can drive the Rover…” you say with confidence, even though you are still utterly flabbergasted he’d even give you the opportunity. “I don’t know about the ‘Stang.” The Mustang you think you could manage in an emergency, but it’s been a long time since you had to drive a stick, and being responsible for his baby doesn’t sit well with you. 

“That will do.” He grumbles, mostly to himself, “I’ve got to teach you to drive. There is so much I need to teach you.”

You’re not sure what he means by that. You are too tired to hash it out completely right now, but you sense that something, a whole lot of something, has changed in the past few hours between you.  

He makes to get to his feet with a groan–and can’t quite. “Maybe I am too old for this shit,” he grouses. 

“John, you got shot, stabbed, and fought off ten heavily armed assassins. I think you can count tonight as a win.”

Again, that bitter huff of laughter escapes him. You help John to his feet, trying to steady him as best you can. If he’d injured one of his legs badly you would be so fucked; there was no way you could carry him.

“Um…who were they?” You realize you haven’t even talked about who was just trying to kill him. You suppose you already think you know the answer, but then again you could be wrong.

“Camorra goons, I’m pretty sure,” hisses John, clearly in pain. “Guess I should have kept someone alive for questioning…I’ve always been bad at that.”

You press your lips, because it shouldn’t be funny…but if you don’t laugh about it, you might cry. Your life has been so weird lately, it almost just seems par for the course in a way. 

“John…” you chortle and sigh. “Surely the d’Antonio kid gets the picture now? You’ve killed everyone he’s sent after you? Why can’t these assholes just leave you alone?” Why the prince of the Camorra would court such trouble is beyond you. 

“Good question.” He groans as he takes a step, his good arm slung over your shoulder. “The young ones, especially the second or third generation, think they have to prove themselves. Or maybe…he loved his mother and wants me dead. It’s a faint possibility.” 

“Italian boys and their mothers.” 

John chuckles a little, then winces. “Please, sweetheart,” he entreats you. “Don’t make me laugh.” 

Maybe you are a silly creature, but hearing the endearment for you warms something in your heart that had been left out in the cold for too long. “Fine,” you agree, even though humor is absolutely your biggest coping mechanism. “Tell me what we need to do next?” 

“We need to pack.”

“Ok. What?”

“Suits, and guns.” 

You guess in a nutshell, that was the essential distillation of his world, once upon a time. Now, quite against your will, you both are being kicked back into it. By the look in John’s dark eyes, for some reason you have a feeling it’s the Camorra who are going to regret it. 

[harrywavycurly]

Ok but I’m going to need Harry calling Niall to tell him about his date/first kiss with miss Southern girlie 👀

Hiii lovey!!! Oh for sureeee we need the deets on how Niall thinks the date went 😂 I hope you enjoy💖

-find all things Southern Comfort here✨

A/N: Harry figures he might as well talk to someone on his walk home so of course that someone is going to be Niall✨

“Decided you needed to see my face during these early morning chats huh?…why you grinning like that mate? You’re freaking me out.” “It’s not even midnight Niall so it’s not early morning and…well I’m walking home from my date-” “oh fuck that’s right your date!….well going on your grin I’d say it went well? Unless you decided to just go full obsessive and kidnapped her and she’s actually in your basement or something?” “You’re truly a disturbed person…yes it went well you twat…she even let me kiss her goodnight.” “Did you ask first? Like a proper gentleman and all that?” “Yes…and honestly I thought she was walking up to her door but she was just trying to be the same height as me so I wouldn’t strain my neck.” “She sounds too good for you mate…honestly what’ve you done to trick her into agreeing to date your lanky ass?” “I haven’t tricked her you into anything you ass.” “Whatever…so what did you end up bringing her instead of flowers?” “I uhm made her…a mix cd…she liked it a lot and was very surprised I went through the effort to do that for her.” “A mix cd? Jesus H that’s like…proper boyfriend shit…what even songs did you put on it? Don’t tell me you just loaded it up with yourself…” “I mean it has the band on there…and yes you annoying little hobbit I’m on there but so are just some random artists I think she’d like.” “Okay so you made her a cd…then what did you do?” “I took her to dinner at a nice little Italian spot and then we went to this new wine bar that just opened and…after we just walked around downtown.” “You two and your bloody walks I swear…always fucking walking.” “We enjoy a good stroll okay? Just because you have wonky knees doesn’t mean the rest of us do…” “oh piss off you know you like taking walks with her because she lets you hold her hand.” “Oh…she let me touch the top of her thigh at the wine bar.” “What?” “Yeah she was sitting next to me in the booth and I reached over and placed my hand there to…test the waters ya know?” “Yeah…and?” “She didn’t slap it away….she even put her hand on top of it…” “I’d say that with the kiss goodnight is some serious progress…I’m happy for you Harry.” “Thanks….I really…really…like her.” “I know ya do…when do I get to meet her? Only seems fitting that she meets your absolute bestfriend on the entire planet now that you’ve got the first date out the way.” “Oh she’s meeting Jeff next week…he invited us to lunch.” “Oh fuck right off Harry you know damn well I’m above Jeffery on the friends hierarchy okay? Who is it you call about her every fucking time you have an update? Me…not him…me so get your head outta your ass and set up a time for me to meet her you wanker.” “You can’t have that kind of potty mouth around her Niall.” “I know how to behave myself around new people don’t worry.” “Oh I’m worried…you worry me.” “Yeah? Same goes for you… but at least I know the difference between salt and sugar.” “Why do you say such rude things to me when I’m on such a high?” “Sorry…but really I want to meet her…and I’m happy for you man…you deserve this.” “I’ll see when she’s free and get back to you…thanks Niall that means a lot.” “Now I gotta go…but keep me posted on how things are going…and please for the love of god Harry stop calling or FaceTiming me late at night you’re starting to fuck with my sleep schedule.” “I’ll keep you posted…sorry it’s just I like to call you while it’s all fresh in my brain that’s all…but I’ll do my best…now go get some sleep you look bloody awful.” “Love you too ya wank.”

[bibluebutterfly]

I’m sorry, but y’all are sleeping on Asmodeus’s angry form. A lot of people are calling it “a slightly bigger flaming monster”, not really holding a candle to Stolas’s or Bee’s forms.

But here’s the thing, Ozzie’s form is not “slightly bigger”. It actually looks to be around the same size as Bee’s.

So let’s get into it.

Here is our reference photo

Okay so from this we can gather that Stolas is more or less around twice Loona’a height.

Now right off the bat, we know the Deadly Sina can change their size, looking at Bee’s party form to Ozzie’s little form

But here’s the jist, just because Ozzie has a bigger form doesn’t mean that‘a his full form.

Let’s look at when he and Stolas are just talking.

He’s already a few heads taller than Stolas (and anybody being taller than Stolas is something we are not used to let’s be real lol), but at least Stolas can reach his chest.

But when he’s full on angry and about to go beast mode, Stolas barely reaches his WAIST.

But here’s the thing: it DOESN’T stop there. In fact it looks like Ozzie is growing with every frame as he gets angrier.

Now it’s kind of hard to guesstimate the exact height due to this angle, but Stolas is DEFINITELY not reaching Ozzie’s waist anymore. To be safe, let’s say Stolas is now at Ozzie’s thigh to hip.

And even though we can’t see Stolas in this last frame, it looks like from their surroundings that Ozzie by now is reaching a little past midway to the ceiling.

And if you look at the first pic, you know that they are not in a small room. But even if you can’t see Stolas clearly, I’m pretty sure at this point he is only reaching around Ozzie’s upper thigh.

Now let’s go to Loona. She is half Stolas’s height, so therefore she would reach about the upper mid to his shin

Bring in this pic

Okay, so off the bat Bee is HUGE. And after a closer look to her full body, let’s be safe and say standing up, Loona reaches about the lower mid of her shin.

That would place Stolas right above or at her knee.

Now Bee is still bigger than Ozzie, but considering the difference is like knee to thigh, I do not believe that anybody should be sleeping on Ozzie’s full form. He’s still huge, and towering over Stolas, who is normally the biggest in the room.

Also, I feel like it’s worth mentioning that Ozzie was likely still holding back in this scene because there are people in his palace, and he cannot afford to get bombarded by the media asking questions about Fizz’s kidnapping or calling him out for allowing himself to get blackmailed. So even though he’s pissed, he’s still in control.

Is it bad that I would like to see what it looks like when he loses control?

Anyway, even if it is his full demonic form (which I still highly doubt) stop saying Ozzie’s form is “slightly bigger”, cuz it is wayyyy more than that. Dude is POWERFUL, and even though he holds back a LOT in this episode, you can still tell that Ozzie is not somebody to mess with.

[dyke-will-graham]

My list of songs so Hannigram coded it’s insane and the lyrics that make them so:

Salt in the Wound- Boygenius

‘You put salt in the wound, and a kiss on my cheek. You butter me up and you sit down to eat’

‘Neck full of mockingbirds all calling your name…I’m gnashing my teeth like a child of Cain’

I’m Your Man- Mitski

‘You’re an Angel, I’m a dog. Or you’re a dog and I’m you’re man. You believe me like a God, I destroy you like I am.’

‘I’m sorry I’m the one you love, no one will ever love me like you again so when you leave me I should die. I deserve it don’t I?’

Famous Last Words (an Ode to Eaters) - Ethel Cain

‘Look at me baby, dead in my eyes. It’s the end of our holiday, but it isn’t goodbye. Carry me with you all of the time.’

‘Eat of me baby, skin to the bone. Body on body until I’m all gone. But I’m with you inside.’

It Will Come Back- Hozier

All I’m gonna say is first verse is Hannibal POV, second is Will POV talking to eachother I could write a damn essay on this song and Hannigram

Shrike- Hozier

‘The words hung above, but never would form. Like a cry at the final breathe that is drawn. Remember me love, when I am reborn as the Shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn.’

‘Had no idea on the ground i was founded, oh that goodness is gone with you now. Then I met you, my virtues uncounted. My goodness is goin with you now.’

‘Back to the hedgerow where the bodies are mounted’

Abbey- Mitski

‘I am hungry, I have been hungry, I was born hungry, what do I need?’

Butchered Tongue- Hozier

This one I think is Will when he married Molly and settling into his new life but still looking for Hannibal in everything.

UPDATE:

Talk- Hozier

Once again getting into the Greek mythology themes and Hannigram parallels. Orpheus and Eurydice as Will and Hannibal haunts me.

‘I’d be the immediate in Eurydice, imagine being loved by me.”

Paralleled with the scenes of Hannibal and Wills seperate “I forgive you”.

Me and My Husband - Mitski

‘At least in this lifetime we’re sticking together.’

This is a little cracky, but this song reminds me of the way Hannibal and Will are chasing potentials and scenarios where they can stay together. Teacups and all that and yes the world is on fire but Hannibal and Will are together so it’s okay.

Breezeblocks- alt-j

Enough said.

NFWMB - Hozier

‘Give your heart and soul to charity. Because the rest of you, the best of you Honey belongs to me.’

The possessiveness of Hannibal and Will over eachother is insane, we know this. And I think people forget that Will is just as bad as Hannibal about it. (Just see any interaction between Bedelia and Will for evidence)

Salvatore- Lana Del Rey

“The summers wild and I’ve been waiting for you all this time. I adore you can’t you see you were meant for me?”

“Catch me if you can…dying at the hand of a foreign man, happily.”

Once More to See You- Mitski

“But with everybody watching us, our every move. We do have reputations, we keep it secret, won’t let them have it.”

“If you would let me give you pinky promise kisses then I wouldn’t have to scream your name.”

Televangelism- Ethel Cain

No lyrics in this one, just piano and the sound of me crying softly. This song is EVERYTHING the Primavera scene was in Dolce. Please listen. The slow build, the melodic flutter of a heartbeat the rise and ascension when they see each other and smile at one another, the acceptance of fate, the knowledge of love. “You and I have begun to blur.”

anything - Adrienne Lenker

“I don’t wanna be the owner of your fantasy I just wanna be a part of your family.”

Savior Complex- Phoebe Bridgers

“Drift off on the floor, I drag you to the shore. Sweating through the sheets you’re gonna drown in your sleep for sure. Wake up and start a fire in our one room apartment but I’m too tired to have a pissing contest, all the bad dreams that you hide show me yours I’ll show you mine.”

“Baby you’re a Vampire, you want blood and I promised I’m a good liar with a savior complex.”

Pre-Mizumono to Post-Fall Hannigram can be found everywhere in this song.

OKAY OKAY THATS IT IF YOU STAYED THIS LONG THANKS IF YOU WANT MORE HANNIGRAM LISTEN TO MY PLAYLIST ITS CHALK FULL OF ANGST

[duck-at-midnight]

Inner Turmoil

Summary: Tara has dreams often, and occasionally, her dreams turn to nightmares.

Tags: Little Tara, Gale comforting Tara, Gale adopted Sam and Tara

Sunlight cut through the curtains of Tara’s bedroom and shined on the two figures in the bed. The smaller of the two laid on her stomach with a thumb securely in her mouth, remaining as close as possible to her bedmate. The two had stayed up until the early hours of the morning watching scary movies and passing a tequila bottle back and forth. 

The older of the two with eyes still closed began to hear giggling followed by the sound of a picture being taken. Brown eyes snapped open to see Amber’s phone in front of her. 

Ripping her thumb out of her mouth, she moved to rub her eyes. “What are you doing?”

”Do you always suck your thumb like a baby?” Amber teased with a laugh.

”What?” Tara attempted to play off confusion. 

“You had your thumb in your mouth.” Amber continues in a higher voice. “Just like a little baby.” 

Tara shrugged. “It must’ve just been something that happened in my sleep.” 

“Yeah, sure, just happen to suck your thumb like you’re two.” 

“Can you shut up about it?” Tara begged.

Amber smirked. “Or what? Are you going to tell your mommy?” 

“Fuck off.” 

“That’s no way for a little baby to talk.”

”Seriously, stop.” Tara said frustrated before getting out of bed. “I don’t know why I was sucking my thumb, ok?”

Amber raised her eyebrows. “I know why.” She paused. “It’s because Tara just wants her mommy and daddy like a little baby would. Are you a little baby, Tara?” 

Tara felt her eyes watering as she clenched her jaw. “No, I’m not!”

“Aw, is the poor little baby going to cry?” Amber continued her teasing ignoring the tears in her girlfriend’s eyes. “You want your mommy?” Amber’s eyes suddenly widened. “Are you pissing yourself? Oh my god, you are! I thought you were potty trained!”

Brown eyes widened in fear as she looked down, noticing the dark spot on her shorts. “I-I-” Tara started stuttering looking frantically around the room. 

Another sound of a camera came from Amber’s phone. “Can’t wait to show Mindy how much of a crying baby you are.” 

“Amber, stop!” Tara begged.

“Why don’t you cry to your mommy about it?” 

“Stop, please.” The smaller girl’s voice broke as the tears streamed down her face. She lowered to her knees in defeat, sobbing. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, Tara.” The voice morphed into the terrorizing one that sent shivers up the girl’s spine. Looking up to see the mask of Ghostface staring down at her. The world around her turning dark as the windows no longer showed shining sunlight, but the darkness of the night. 

She let out a scream as she started backing away from the killer. 

“Let me put you out of your misery.” 

“Get away from me!” Ghostface grabbed her foot and pulled her back. She remembered her first encounter playing out very similarly. “Let me go!”

With Amber’s and Ghostface’s voice both coming out together, “Let me tuck you in.” The knife raising up high above making fear rise further in Tara.

She screamed as she shot up in her bed at the New York apartment. Not even a minute later, Sam rushed in and pulled her into a hug. 

“It’s ok, I got you. Are you ok?” Her older sister asked, checking everywhere on her. 

The familiar feeling was present but Tara pushed it back remembering Amber’s words from her dream. She felt like she couldn't speak but refused to let her little side take over. 

“Am-Amber.” 

“Ghostface related?”

“Ki-Kind of.” 

Sam held her closer. “I got you, kid.” She kissed the top of her sister's head. “We can wash your sheets and you can sleep in my bed.” 

The words rushed over Tara again before she pushed Sam away. “It's fine. I can take care of it.” 

Sam was taken aback. “You ok? You want to talk about it?” 

“I'm fine. You can go back to bed. I'm not a baby, Sam.” 

Still in shock. “It’s ok, Tara. We’re a team, we got this.” She made a move to pick up Tara to strip the bed. 

Pulling away angrily before snapping. “Go back to bed!” She felt eyes starting to get wet, begging silently for Sam to leave her alone. 

“Ok.” Sam backed away slowly, giving in. Before leaving, she paused at the door. “If you need anything, I’m in my room.” 

Finally alone, Tara fought off the remnants of her foggy mind before pulling her wet sheets off. She carried them to the other dirty clothes, noticing her spare set was still waiting to be washed. Dropping the dirty bedding before stripping her night clothes letting them fall next to the soiled bedding with a sigh. 

Taking a quick shower to wash the urine off, then putting on some fresh clothes. She went to the living room. The couch became inviting as she grabbed a blanket. 

Before she knew it, she was asleep once again. 

Hours later, the sun was bleeding through the windows. If she had to guess, Sam was long gone to work. Tara sat up and stretched in the assumed empty apartment.

Then a crash of coffee mugs followed by a fuck came from the kitchen. 

The air in the girl’s lungs left suddenly. She looked at the door. She could run to Danny’s. Hopefully he was home and could come take care of an intruder. Or, she could call Kirby, but her phone was still in her room from last night. 

“Oh shit, did I wake you?” Gale called from the kitchen walkway. 

Tara felt herself deflate slightly, Amber would have ridiculed her. An intruder would have gotten her by now. ”No, I woke up on my own.” 

“Good, good.” She said before coming to sit on the couch with Tara, sipping on her fresh coffee. “How you doing, kid?” 

“Did Sam ask you to watch me?”

”She was worried about you.” Gale paused. “But between me and you, how are you?”

”I’m fine.” 

The older woman gave her a look. “You look haunted. Not that Sam doesn’t, but you’re looking a bit more today.” 

“It’s nothing.”

“I’m not going to force you to open up, but you know Sam is going to be all over you when you get back.” Gale stated. It was true, Sam was at work trying to figure out how to get Tara to talk to her.

After a brief silence. “I’m having dreams about Amber.”

”What about Amber?”

Another long pause. “Before she, you know, I fell asleep at her house and when I woke up, she noticed that I was sucking my thumb.” Another pause. “But in my dream her teasing goes further than a few comments to call me a baby. Then she starts turning into… him, and just taunts me. Finally, she tells me that she’ll end my suffering but I wake up.”

”How long have you been having these dreams?” Gale asked, keeping her focus on the smaller girl.

“Not often, just last night ended up being one of those dreams.” Tara said before leaning over to cuddle with Gale. 

She accepted the girl cuddling, throwing one arm around the girl protectively. Turned on the TV to provide some background noise for the two. “It’s ok, kid.” Noticing the thumb starting to rise to her mouth. “There’s plenty of people around you who love you for who you are. I got you.”

After a few minutes of silence, Gale raised her head up to look at the girl. “Can we put a pull up on you before you drop?”

Narrowing eyes made Gale’s stomach drop. It was too late. Tara was already in her little space. 

“Damn it.”

[brokenjere]

strangers again (c.f)

synopsis: REQUEST - Can i request something too?

For Conrad x reader

Enemies to lovers/Friends to lovers

But reader is sick and Conrad taking care of her

Jeremiah’s name lights up on her phone next to her head, making her eyes hurt even behind her eyelids. She answers it with a groan and Jeremiah’s laugh cuts clear through it. “Whoa, you sound horrific,” he says. “Where are you?” She pulls her phone away from her head to check the time. She’s late. She’s been dozing in and out of sleep all day, trying to clear the headache that’s been forming in her brain. It was getting so bad, she started to feel nauseous and had to turn off all the lights. She didn’t even think to call Jeremiah and tell her she wasn’t going to be at the party. 

“I’m sorry, J. I have a migraine. I’m feeling really sick, I’m not gonna make it,” she tells him. He sighs on the other side of the phone. It didn’t say I’m annoyed at you, it said that really sucks. 

“Do you need me to come tend to you, little baby?” He asks as a joke but she can’t laugh. Jeremiah is a good friend to Yn. He always has been. She tells him no. “You sure? I can bring some Midol, and get you some ice-cold water. Lay with you while the lights are all off and pluck my eyelashes out from boredom?” 

“I’m okay, Jere.” 

“I’ll send Conrad, okay? He’s not coming.” 

She quickly tells him no. She says it so many times Jeremiah laughs. “I’m serious. No.” The last thing that would fix her headache was Conrad Fisher but Jeremiah insisted so firmly, she conceded. She doesn’t have the energy to argue. “He can’t stay,” she says. 

“Okay. I’ll send him over and I’ll see you tomorrow if you feel better?” 

“Yes, I’ll see you tomorrow.” They hang up the phone and she closes her eyes again. She sees Conrad’s face with a red aurora around it. They used to be friends, her and Conrad, but now she would do anything to stay as far away from him as possible which sometimes proved difficult considering he was her best friend's brother but she still tried. She’d dodge him at the house whenever he entered the room, claiming a full bladder or that she needed to go home. Jeremiah let her pretend and never says anything to her. He still tried though like he knew something she didn’t. 

She hears the front door open and shut and a voice calling out for her. Despite it being distorted and uiet, she knows it’s Conrad. She doesn’t speak because it hurts and lets him find his way to her bedroom. He flicks on the light and she throws the covers over her head in defense. “What the fuck is your problem?” She curses under the covers. 

“What are you cussing at me for?” Conrad asks. She hears a plastic bag rustling and it makes her temples ache. 

“Didn’t Jeremiah tell you I have a migraine? Why would you turn the lights on like that? And would you please stop fucking moving that bag around?!” She flips the blanket off of her head. Her eyes sQuint at the bright light above her head and she tries to focus them on what’s going on around her. He’s standing by her bedroom door with a grocery bag in his hand filled with God knows what. He’s smiling like he enjoys seeing her this way and she grimaces at him. 

“Sorry, didn’t know I was walking into a hornet’s nest,” he quips. She narrows her eyes, no longer having to uint and he walks toward her. “Are you going to be nice and let me take care of you or is this a drop-and-go operation?” 

“I’d prefer if you dropped and left,” she tells him. He pouts and she thinks it’s fake but when he sets the bag down on the bed and doesn’t open it, she wonders if he really does want to stay. And that pisses her off. “What do you have to prove?” She asks. 

“What do you mean by that?” He furrows his eyebrows but doesn’t look at her. He pulls out a bottle of ibuprofen and cold water bottles and set them on the bed. Yn could feel the cold through her blanket. 

“You don’t need to sit here and take care of me, you know? I can do it myself.” 

“Lord knows that’s true,” he mumbles under his breath. He pulls out an almond Hershey bar. Her favorite chocolate. She tries not to think about it. 

“What does that mean?” 

“You’re allowed to make snippy, inconspicuous comments but I’m not?” He finally looks at her, throwing down a rag he took from her kitchen. It hits her leg and she glances between that and his face. It’s twisted in frustration. “I don’t have to mean anything by what I’m saying.” 

“But you do mean something by it. You always mean something.” 

Conrad scoffs and crumbles up the bag making her wince. She curls back up in her bed and kicks the stuff he put on the bed to the floor. He laughs but it’s not a happy laugh. He’s mad and she feels good that she made him feel that way. “You really are a piece of work, aren’t you?” She doesn’t want to but she peeks over her shoulder to see him bending down and collecting the stuff off the floor. She looks away before he can catch her. “I can’t believe Jeremiah still puts up with this shit.” 

“He doesn’t put up with anything,” she mumbles. She closes her eyes and squeezes them shut so tightly to block out the lights he still hasn’t turned off. “He wants to be my friend. Just because you don’t doesn’t mean that other people agree with you.” 

She can feel a fight coming on. One that she’s been trying to avoid for months and that, right now, she does not have the energy to participate in. Conrad opens the ibuprofen and shakes a few out into his hand. “Can you take some of these?” He asks her quietly. When she opens her eyes, his palm is outspread in front of her face with three white pills inside. “I have water.” 

“I don’t want that right now.” 

“Don’t be stubborn.” She groans and sits up against her pillows, snatching the pills

out of his palm. He twists open the cap of the water and hands it to her once she pops the medicine onto her tongue. He watches her intently as she washes them down. “Good job.” She rolls her eyes at him and sinks back down into the bed. “Who said I didn’t want to be your friend?” His voice is softer now with a level of concern she hasn’t heard from him in a while. 

“You did, remember? When you told me not to talk to you anymore?” He doesn’t pretend to not remember. He just nods his head and sits on the corner of her bed as far away from her as possible. She was sure if he touched her she’d recoil away from him so she’s grateful he doesn’t make her do that. 

“You know why I said that,” he whispers. He looks down at his lap and picks at the loose fabric on his sweatpants. She didn’t notice them before now. They’re ratty and old and she doesn’t remember ever seeing them before but it makes her wonder if he ran out of the house before getting ready. 

“I don’t,” she says. “And can you please shut off the fucking light?” Conrad laughs a little bit. It’s a laugh that comes from deep inside his gut. It’s the kind of laugh Yn used to crave to hear and now it makes her stomach hurt. 

When the light is off, instead of sitting back down on the bed, Conrad grabs the rag and bottle of water. He gets it wet and asks her if it’s okay if he puts it on her forehead. “The cold might make you feel better,” he suggests. She nods her head and then says yes aloud when she realizes he couldn’t see her. He sits closer to her now, his hip pushing against her side. She doesn’t recoil away from him but she notices it more than she should. 

They don’t speak to each other as he presses the rag to her head but she can hear him breathing. She can feel his hand shaking. Her lips get dry and as the water drips down the side of her face, she feels like crying and she’s not really sure why. She wishes Jeremiah was here instead. She wouldn’t be so worried about his hip against her body. She wouldn’t be thinking about his hand shaking and wondering why it was shaking. Jeremiah’s hand wouldn’t be shaking at all. He was sure. He was so sure all the time it was why he was her rock. Conrad was never sure. That was why she couldn’t be around him. He made her feel uneasy. 

When the rag gets too warm to be helpful, he puts it on her side table and dries the water off her forehead with his shirt sleeve. “How are you feeling?” He asks. 

“Fine, I guess. Thanks.” 

“Can I tell you something?” 

“If you have to,” she says. She doesn’t mean to be rude but the talking made her head worse and if she didn’t have to, she didn’t want to. “Sorry,” she mumbles. 

“I asked Jeremiah if I could come over,” he admits. She wishes she could see him but she knows that the fact they were in the dark and couldn’t see each other was the reason he just told her that. It was the reason they weren’t at each other’s throats right now. It didn’t feel real. “I wanted to take care of you.” 

“Why?” Her voice cracks and her heart starts to race. She swears he can feel it in his legs from all the way in her stomach. Her nerves ran that deep. 

“You know why…” He trails off. 

“You keep saying that I know but I don’t. I don’t know anything. You, Conrad Fisher,

have always been an enigma to me.” Their entire relationship had been on the Conrad timeline. They spoke when he wanted to, hung out when he wanted to, and didn’t speak when he got in his moods. He was hot and cold and she just wanted to be there until it became too much. She know nothing when it comes to him. 

The sensation of his hip pressing into her side changed to his thigh. The heat from his body went from the side of her to on top of her and when he speaks, his voice is closer than it was before. “I want to take care of you because I love you. I can’t talk to you because I love you and I can’t love you. You know I can’t love you.” 

Her head is pounding but her heart is pounding harder and instead of worrying about the pain in her temple, she grabs his face and kisses him. He kisses her back like he’s been waiting for this moment his entire life. He leans into her, pressing his hands into the pillows on the side of her head as he deepens the kiss. He kisses her so hard, she forgets she’s in pain. 

When he pulls away, her lips tingle and she presses her fingers to them. They’re wet and hot and she feels herself smile. “Are you okay?” He whispers to her. He puts his forehead against hers and she imagines him sucking the migraine out of her head. She nods. “Do you still hate me?” 

She doesn’t answer right away. She puts her fingers to his face and feels for his lips. They’re stretched out in a smile and he kisses the tips of her fingers. She can feel his cheeks are hot and she trails her nail down to his jawline gently. She wants to remember how he feels in case she can never touch him again. “I never hated you, Conrad.”

[kierewrites]

No Distance Can Yield

navi - masterlist

Bakugou x Reader

Mood Song: thinking bout you

Summary: A rising pro-hero and college student dating didn't seem like a great idea, but Bakugou refused to let your relationship come to an end once you graduated. Will your relationship be able to withstand long distances and busy schedules?

Warnings: Nothing but brain melting fluff (and Bakugou being a little fuck)

“What do you mean you can’t come this weekend?!”

The booming voice on the other side of your phone was easily heard to everyone in the room, the sound making you wince as you let out a sigh, guilt rising to your chest. 

Every month or so you and your boyfriend would meet up for a weekend due to the long distance relationship you had been put in. While he was off working trying to build his brand as a hero, you had left for your dream school that happened to be two hours away.

Of course he would never step in the way of you following that dream, just as you wouldn’t step in the way of his own, but he also refused to cut the relationship off for that matter. It had been decided you would both visit every month until you could graduate and move back with him.

Little known to you both, your school’s rigorous program kept harsh due dates on your schedule especially as the semester came to an end, causing you to cancel most of your monthly meetups.

This was the fourth time you had to call your boyfriend and give him the dreaded news that you couldn’t come visit, and it only kept getting harder and harder.

“I..I’m sorry, I wish there was another way…” You said sadly through the phone, “I tried to convince my professor to extend my final project date, but with exams in less than four weeks there was no way for her to push it back.”

Only a grieved sigh was returned to your attempt at an explanation, the sound making you bite your lip as you squeezed your eyes shut in an attempt to not let your tears fall to your cheeks.

“I really am sorry Katsuki, I miss you so much…” You breathed out, a slight hiccup in your voice as you felt the hot tears threaten to spill from your lashes, “I would do just about anything to see you again.”

Bakugou wasn’t an idiot. He could practically hear the wet tears falling down your cheek as you tried to hide your pain over the phone. The ash blond would honestly be more pissed if you tried to brush off your grades just to see him.

You genuinely fought for your place in this school. The acceptance rate was wrongfully low, and the tuition price wasn’t much better. Not to his surprise, you worked hard enough to not only get in but get a full riding scholarship so you could make your dream a reality.

So to hear you now so defeated just because you couldn’t visit him? It was wrong.

“Don’t think too hard about it dumbass, I understand.” Bakugou said much softer this time, though his voice was still laced with frustration, “As long as you come see me after your shitty exams.”

The change of tone had your heart melting, a small smile creeping on your face, “Hmmm I don’t know, I think we should spend the holidays here in my dor-”

“If you say your cramped ass dorm room I will personally mail an explosive there so that entire building is demolished,” The ash blond growled, though he had a stupid smirk on his face at the sound of your giggles bubbling on the other side of the phone, “You pay a damn mortgage to go there and they have you sleeping in a fucking bathroom stall.”

Biting your lip you let out one final giggle before letting your finger twirl around the edge of your sweater, “I’m joking baby, I promise I’ll be the first student out of that classroom.”

“Damn straight you will,” Bakugou replied, a soft smile on his face as he looked out the window of his apartment, “Good luck with your exams angel.”

Immediately you moved the sleeve of your sweater above your lips to hide the growing smile on your face, the familiar nickname bringing a rosey flush to your cheeks.

“Thanks ‘Suki, good luck wiping the floor with those villains.”

Your smile only grew when you heard Bakugou’s boyish laugh on the other side of the line before you both hung up. 

Bakugou already hated this place, and he had only taken roughly ten steps on the campus.

Everything about this university screamed you. The rich architecture and stunning greenery was enough to even impress the ash blond, it’s like he walked into olympus. Hundreds of students were zooming around, all surprisingly offering a greeting or smile. Everyone here was so cheerful even though the aura of the school was clearly uptight and stressful.

Shuffling down the cobblestone path to look for any sort of directory, Bakugou’s body froze when he heard an all too familiar cry with those dreaded words he was doomed to hear everywhere he went.

“Is that Ground Zero?”

Dread flowed through Bakugou’s body as thick boots stopped in their tracks. The sound of footsteps scampering over to him made every hair on his body raise as an annoyed growl rumbled in his chest.

“Doing this for Y/n...” Bakugou grumbled under his breath, his sharp crimson eyes glaring up to the herd of students that surrounded him, cameras already out and ready to fire, “All for fucking angel face.”

The ash blond should’ve known better than to come to your campus without an undercover uniform, the fact that he was wearing his hero uniform boots not helping the case either.

Bakugou had just been so eager to get here. After getting off the phone with you and remembering the pained tone of your voice, he couldn’t not come as soon as fucking possible. You had one last week at this hell hole, and Bakugou would be damned if you ruined it over the massive stress you were carrying on your shoulders.

The young hero’s agency was far from pleased when they heard he would be under the radar for a full week, but they weren’t in any position to tell him no. At this point Bakugou ran that agency, they depended on him more than he did ever since his popularity boomed.

In less than a year he had been the first teenager to ever be in the top fifteen, proving to be the youngest successful pro hero in history.

Did this inflate his ego? Of course. Did he care? Not a chance. And luckily he knew a certain doll that loved his massively large ego.

Interrupting his thoughts, the ash blond unintentionally flared his teeth when he felt hands grasping at his bare arms, multiple voices ringing in his ears all at once.

“Can you sign this shirt for me?”

“Get a selfie with me Ground Zero!”

“Were you assigned to work for this college?”

“I don’t have a pen, can you just set an explosion off on my arm?”

Bakugou let out a growl of annoyance and a bit of disturbance at the strange demands he was receiving, didn’t these students have work to do or something?

Electing to ignore the cries and pleads, the ash blond flicked his ruby eyes above the crowd in hopes of finding that damn directory. Lord knew he couldn’t ask any of these fucks for directions.

When all his eyes fell on was elegant architecture and properly trimmed shrubbery, the ash blond squeezed his eyes shut in annoyance before glaring down to the crowd.

“I’ll sign all your damn shit later, but I have a mission first,” Bakugou barked, effectively silencing the entire group as they awaited his word, “Any of you know where the hell the design wing is?”

Bakugou regretted his idea when an uproar of students began shouting out different answers, rubbing his head he let out another loud yell to silence them.

“Grape hair only, where is it?”

The tall boy in the front blinked for a moment when the pro hero pointed to him before quickly pointing over to the second building in the middle.

“Are you looking for someone?” A girl questioned from the back, causing Bakugou to look over to her direction.

“Y/n.”

A few people in the crowd perked up at this, obviously recognizing your name.

“I know Y/n!” A girl shouted, shoving her way to the front before pointing over to a stone pathway, “I saw her walk over there a few minutes ago with her laptop, I bet she’s finishing up her sketches for exams.”

Flicking his crimson eyes from the path to the girl he gave a curt nod of gratitude before shoving past the students, ignoring their obnoxious goodbye’s and pleads to come back soon.

As annoying as this place was, it sure was beautiful.

The stone path shortly had turned into gravel as he got deeper into the trail, the multiple sculptures he had passed beginning to disappear as the atmosphere began to look more botanical.

While he couldn’t help but admit the path was fairly neat, he was also growing fairly annoyed. He just wanted to see you already so he could snatch you up in his arms and never let go.

Ducking over a short stone arch that was wrapped in a messy vine of pale blue flowers, the ash blond’s dream finally came true as he saw your rugged form laying down on a blanket in front of what looked to be a koi pond.

Just as he was about to walk over to you, he paused when he heard a sharp whine escape your lips.

“Come on stupid brain, think! What else can I add to this to make it… abstract?” You cried, tugging at the loose strands of your hair that already seemed to be falling out of its place in your bun.

Bakugou chuckled quietly to himself as your internal rant merged into a slurred new language of huffs and groans.

“You know I was nervous I wouldn’t be able to find you,” Bakugou spoke up, causing your head to jerk up before you whipped your body around to lock eyes with the ash blond, “But as soon as I heard your annoying ass whines, I knew my girl was close.”

“Katsuki!”

Ignoring the harsh insult Bakugou threw at you, your eyes lit up upon seeing your boyfriend. Letting out a confused laugh, you quickly stumbled up from your blanket and ran to him.

Bakugou stumbled back a bit from your sudden attack but was able to catch you eventually, lifting your form into his arms as he spun you around with the added momentum you gave him.

“W..What are you doing here?” You said breathlessly, your lips in the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

Placing a gentle kiss on your lips, the ash blond plopped you back down on your feet while keeping his arms tight around your waist, “I knew you were probably stressing the fuck out on your last week of exams.. and by what I just heard earlier I was correct, per usual.”

Rolling your eyes at his cocky behavior, you placed another quick kiss on his lips before nodding for him to continue on.

“Well I couldn’t just let my girl bomb all her exams because she missed this pretty face so much,” Bakugou said with a grin, loving how your lips tried to form into an annoyed pout but simply failed with the massive smile on your face, “So I decided to stay down here for the week.”

Letting out a few more giggles as the ash blond attacked your face with more quick kisses you squeezed your arms around his neck tightly before looking back up to him, “What about your hero agency? Aren’t they going to be mad that you’re missing a full week?”

Bakugou scoffed at your words, his crimson eyes cockily looking down to you as a smirk flashed across his lips, “Tch.. to hell with that shitty agency. They couldn’t fire me even if they wanted to. Honestly if I said I was leaving I would have all those fucks on their hands and knees.”

You couldn’t help but snort before bursting into laughter as you placed yet another kiss on his lips before running your fingers through his ash blond locks playfully, 

“That’s my cocky little shit.”

Grinning excitedly down to you, the ash blond lifted you back off your feet again causing your laughter to fill the air once more as he swung you around before stumbling backwards, his back falling against the smooth grass while you landed on top of him with a grin.

“Walk much?” You questioned cheekily, causing him to narrow his eyes as he stole a kiss from you most likely to shut you up.

It was moments like these that reminded you why you both did what you did. The endless nights you craved his touch while you studied for yet again another quiz. The cool mornings Bakuogu had to workout alone instead of having you attempt to stretch next to him in the lush grass.

All of those moments of loneliness were all pushed aside in just the few minutes you spent together, reminding one another that this was genuine raw love. This was going to last no matter what wall attempted to separate you both.

Pulling away softly, you kept your face close to his own, both of your eyes locked on each other as each of your breaths collided with each other’s lips.

“I missed you so fucking much Y/n.” Bakugou muttered just loud enough for you to hear, his hands running down the small of your back.

Inhaling deeply you kept your fingers gliding through his hair as you looked down to him lovingly, “I did too Katsuki, more than you will ever know.”

The ash blond smiled, peppering your face with more warm kisses until they began to slow at the crook of your neck. Your eyes began to narrow as you felt his palms begin to wonder beyond the depths of your back.

“You look sexy as fuck in these leggings by the way,” Bakugou said with a mischievous grin, his palms giving your cheeks a firm squeeze causing you to squeak slightly before his grin formed into a somewhat impressed smirk, “Somebody’s been working out. That ass is firm doll.”

Rolling your eyes you placed a warm kiss on his cheek before resting your head on his chest, “And there you go ruining the moment yet again.”

Opening his mouth to rebuttal, both of you came to silence when the all too familiar sound of stampeding feet were heard.

“W..What on earth is that?” You asked softly, sitting up from his chest as the sound grew louder and louder.

Bakugou let out a growl as he sat up, carefully holding onto you so you didn’t slide off of him, “Your fucking classmates. I forgot to dress undercover so they went fucking crazy..”

“And the news spread..” You finished with a gulp, sharing an annoyed yet nervous expression with your boyfriend before an idea popped in your head.

Scrambling off Bakugou’s lap, the ash blond watched as you quickly grabbed your blanket and laptop before yanking him off his feet.

“The hell are we going?”

Looking back to Bakugou you smiled, grabbing his hand and yanking him down another unmarked trail, “I know this little secret trail back to the campus, that way we can sneak to my dorm hopefully un-noticed.”

Bakugou let out a groan, though he had a grin on his face as he ran beside you with his fingers enterlaced with your own, “Not the fucking bathroom stall ass dorm you got.”

“I will throw your ass in the pond and leave you to fend for yourself mister,” You growled with no threat behind your words, your head whipping back with a challenging stare, “Just you test me ‘Suki.”

The ash blond simply gave you his favorite expressive finger, causing you to giggle as you both ran down the uneven trail.

Bakugou had only been with you for ten minutes and chaos already seemed to be unfolding, but much to his surprise he didn’t mind. Quite frankly, he actually liked it. It felt like the good old days when you both were at UA. Just goofing around and living in the light-hearted chaos you both grew to love.

But if there was one thing Bakugou knew back at UA and sure as hell knew now:

He never wanted to stop living in the chaos with you.

[lqversinterlude]

Dance the Knight away (Steven Grant x Reader)

Warnings - None! It’s just pure fluff, and a bit of swearing from the reader. She couldn’t watch her mouth at all!

Pairing - Steven Grant x Female Reader

Synopsis - The reader goes to prom with Steven.

(A/N: the title’s a TWICE song reference, stream their music! And, this is my first time writing a fanfic so, bare with me if it kinda sucks! I hope you enjoy it! <3)

(p.s - this is just a one shot because I’m not into writing lengthy fan fictions yet. :P)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The evening was filled with laughter and joy, the music surrounds the area and the moon shines brightly from above. It’s been weeks since you asked Steven out if you could be his date for Prom Night and you’re hoping to see him during the evening, the big door creaks open and you see him, in his white suit, all fixed up with him carrying a bouquet of flowers in his hand, he searches the area to look for you, he finally sees you and decides to approach you in the middle of the crowd.

“Ello’ love, I’m really sorry it took me time to get here, now, here we are!” He waves at you and manages to stay enthusiastic as he apologizes for being tardy. He suddenly hands you the bouquet he was holding in his hand. “I wouldn’t want to forget about giving you something as my prom date like all the other boys would do if they get asked out by someone.” He rubs the back of his neck with his hand.

“It’s okay that you weren’t able to get here on time, at least you’re here with me, at this very moment, and that’s what matters to me. Oh, and thank you for the little gift, I appreciate it.” You smile and take the bouquet from his hand, you weren’t really amused that he had his time mixed up in arriving for the event.

You look at him, oh man, this guy hasn’t gotten any sleep at all, his eyes looking all sleepy and his hair, all messy, yet, that did not stop you from liking him. Although he may be your friend, you still happened to like him, and for unusual reasons, the way you had to think twice on liking a friend just feels different when it comes to him. He just happens to have this different “effect” on you that most of your friends don’t even have.

“Well, shall we start.. Dancing?” He offers you his hand as he looks around to see the people in the venue, dancing together. You take his hand and he pulls you close, he then puts one of his hands on your waist and one on your hand, you hold his hand and shoulder, you two start dancing. Moments after, he suddenly looks at you and asks “Can we take this outside? I’m so sorry but the environment happens to overwhelm me so much.. I just don’t like it when people watch us dance, although its a free space and everyone is free to dance together.” He apologizes yet, he tries to make sure that you don’t get pissed off or annoyed by his request.

You then smile, and take his hand, suddenly pulling him towards the door with caution, “It’s okay, there’s no need to worry because I can always take you wherever you’re comfortable with, so.. Let’s get out of here?” He just stares at you and freezes, you then ask him again as you noticed that he zoned out from all the nervousness that he’s currently experiencing, “Shall we?” He finally snaps out and nervously nods at you and looks back at the venue, the two of you finally leave.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Moments after walking down the long hallway of the building, the both of you finally reach the outer field, as the moon illuminates the field, the both of you run around the field with no one else watching, he then suddenly picks you up, bridal style, and he spins you around the field, he pulls you close and you rest your hands on his shoulders, “You aren’t that heavy as I thought you were, well, honestly, you’re actually that light, I can’t deny.” He playfully chuckles, he then puts you down and points to the Gazebo that’s built in the middle of the field.

“So.. Do you want to go there? Like look, no one’s around except us, it would be bonkers if somebody caught us hanging around here, yeah?” He asks if the two of you can get in the small building, you nod at him and the two of you enter.

The two of you are sat on a small side bench in an open space, “Huh, I guess the moon’s the only thing that’s watching us right now, unless someone’s nosy ass happened to follow us on our way here.” You shrug and point out the bright moon that’s illuminating the wooden flooring of the gazebo. “Well, Steven, listen to me, I have something to tell you, it will definitely sound so fucking weird at first but I hope you understand.” He suddenly brings his head up to look at you as you try to tell him that he hasn’t known for a long time.

“Oh? What is it? Care to tell me? It would be such a blunder if you don’t tell me what you’re willing to tell me at this very moment.” He smiles at you and rests his hands on his knees, he then smoothens out his vest that’s inside of his coat, he tilts his head and raises his brows.

You sigh and slap both of your knees, it took you moments to finally tell him “Steven, I like you, like more than a friend. Ever since we grew closer and closer, my feelings grew as well and I mean that. I was just too afraid to tell you in any other day because I have this really bad experience of getting rejected by my past crushes but, that never stopped me from telling this to you because I knew that I wanted to give romance another chance, again.”

He looks at you with awe, blush creeps up his face, realizing on what you just told him at that very moment, “Well, (Y/N), you’re a really brave one for telling me about your feelings, and it’s mental that you happened to tell me at this very moment, I didn’t expect any of that.” He chuckles.

“You know, it’s funny that I happen to.. Uhm, how do I say this, oh yeah! I happen to like you as well, it may sound a bit of a shocker but I hope that doesn’t overwhelm you as much as it does for me.” He takes your hand and rubs his thumb on top of your hand’s surface, he’s definitely flustered right now, “It’s just that.. It’s surprising that you happened to handle all the things I’ve been experiencing in my life and you happened to be so kind to me, unlike how other girls treat me because they think I was too “nerdy” or “strange” for their liking, not to forget, they thought my accent was too thick for them to understand.” He adds as he looks down on the floor with a saddened expression.

“Oh, forget about that bullshit.” You then pull his collar and bring his lips to yours, he hugs you tightly and he pulls away. “Oh wow, okay, that was nuts. I definitely did not expect that, darling.” He says after the two of you breaks away from the kiss, you definitely haven’t had your first kiss but now, you did, with someone who’s described as a “weird ass guy who looks like he hasn’t slept in days”.

He just sits there, in shock, not knowing what to say. Well, that must’ve gone too fast, didn’t it? It definitely is a crazy thing that you suddenly kissed him, with no hesitation. “You know what, I think my parents will kill me if they knew I kissed you without hesitation, especially my dad!” You joke as the two of you exchange laughters in the gazebo.

“It’s getting a bit late, isn’t it? Do you want to go back to the venue to say our goodbyes to our friends or do you wanna go somewhere else?” He glances at you as he stands up, “Well, Steven, you wanna go to a coffee shop?”, he raises a brow and shrugs, “Oh? What’s up? Don’t have money or something? I’m always willing to treat you, I asked you out on this little date, not you.” She smiles and grabs his hand.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

They both leave the area and end up spending time in a small coffee shop that happens to be in a walking distance, the day ends with the both of them falling asleep in (Y/N)’s house, her parents don’t mind as they’re both sat in the couch with Steven laying on her shoulder, the both of them still wearing their formal attire.

> end. <3

[dreamsclock]

Hi!

I don’t know if you know the Dreams Chat as butterflies Headcanon but I am literally in love with it. So combined with the protégé AU I think that could make a pretty cute situation?

Hope you have a nice day!

PROTÉGÉ TOMMY AU / BUTTERFLY CHAT AU

Tommy wakes up to a beautiful orange butterfly perched on his nose.

His gut reaction is to slap at it, but it flutters high above him before his hand connects, and so he only really succeeds in hitting himself in the face.

“Dreeeeeaaam,” he groans, head flopping back against the bed, “go the fuck to sleep, man.”

warnings: ambiguous / hurt/comfort ending

His only answer at first is the sound of a man at the end of his tether turning over in bed.

“Dream.”

“How’d you even know I was awake?” A familiar voice grouses from across the room. “You’re so creepy. You’re like— stalking me or something. Monitoring my breathing.”

Resigned to the fact he won’t be sleeping any time soon, Tommy flips on the light beside him. He doesn’t particularly care if he wakes Punz: Punz is an idiot, and he sucks, and yesterday he’d tripped him up and made him look like an idiot in front of Techno, so yeah, Tommy hopes he wakes up. And he hopes he’s pissed.

But thoughts of smug vengeance die quickly when his attention is drawn to something much more pressing instead: namely, the roof of their base.

Or what had been the roof of their base. Tommy can’t actually see it anymore because it’s become the joke of thousands and thousands of tiny butterflies, fluttering their wings innocently, but he’s certain the roof is still under there somewhere. Hopes it is, anyway. Last thing he needs is for their roof to have been completely destroyed by a bunch of stupid ugly butterflies he doesn’t even like.

“Your fuckin’ Chat,” Tommy scowls, “don’t blame me. Maybe if you had a normal fucking version of your Chat that wasn’t seventy thousand butterflies— Jesus Christ, man, they’re just creepy. They’re everywhere and they’re creepy and they’re fucking orange.”

“They’re not all orange.” Finally gracing Tommy with his presence, Dream sits up in bed. His eyes are bloodshot, and there are dark rings under them. There’s a butterfly nesting in his unruly hair that he gently lets land on his finger, a small green one, lined with silver spirals. “Nat isn’t. Don’t tell me you’re colourblind or something.”

Tommy stares. “You named them?”

“No— what?” Dream splutters. “Tommy, it’s— Your Chat all have names. You’re not being serious. You knew that, right?”

From underneath Tommy’s bed, there’s the sound of a mechanical, sad whir from his Chat. He tries not to think about it too much. “I— Yeah, course I knew,” he says, breezily, “they— all of them? Like there’s multiple names?”

“You’ve been neglecting your Chat.” Incredulously, Dream shakes his head. “That’s fucked up, Tommy.”

“Not neglecting!” He protests. “Just not—”

“Jesus Christ,” Punz snaps, “can both of you shut the hell up?”

From the doorway, Punz appears like a rabid animal, arms crossed, tapping his foot as if he’s the most long-suffering person on the planet, which in all fairness, Tommy thinks, he might just be. Dream takes one look at his ally and flips back down into bed with a groan, hands covering his face like he’s the second most long-suffering person on the planet, which in all fairness, he might just be. “Sorry,” Dream mumbles, “Tommy is just—”

“Don’t speak.” Punz tells him. “I don’t wanna hear the kid’s name before eight tomorrow morning. I want a— these are my Tommy-Free hours, okay. You wanted him here, so you keep him for the night.”

Tommy squawks. “I’m not a pet!”

“Shut up, Tommy,” Dream and Punz say in tired unison, before offering each other a reluctant grin.

—

By the time they actually settle down to sleep again, the butterflies have settled down. They’re calm, shrouding Dream’s body in a soft multicolored glow that surprisingly, doesn’t annoy Tommy as much as he’d assumed. His own Chat has fallen asleep again, making soft little hums as it sleeps, and, heavy-eyed, Tommy finds himself following suit.

“Dream?” He yawns. “Why were you still awake earlier?”

For a moment, he thinks Dream might already be asleep. But then his voice rings out in the darkness, quiet, tentative.

“I… was thinking,” he admits, “about tomorrow.” And then he says, “I… was scared.”

Tommy’s eyes snap open.

“What?”

Dream doesn’t reply. For once in his life, Tommy doesn’t push the subject. But he doesn’t fall asleep that night either, plagued with thoughts of the morning to come. Because the morning brings a new day with it, and the new day brings the staged disk finale with the rest of the server.

Which brings with it, the prison.

When dawn breaks, Tommy sits up in bed, quietly, and locks his gaze on Dream’s sleeping form across the room. Without his mask, in the pale light of early morning, he looks vulnerable. The butterflies crowding round him aren’t beautiful, anymore. They’re protective.

I was thinking. About tomorrow. I was scared.

Tommy’s lips pull themselves into a tight, tight frown.

When Dream wakes, he says nothing. But before they part ways to play their respective roles, Tommy seizes his arm roughly, pulls him close.

“You’re gonna be fine,” he says, voice thick, “trust me, man. You’re gonna be fine.”

Dream, expression hidden behind his mask, doesn’t speak for a long moment.

“I know,” he says finally, and the words come out resigned, tired, “I’m always fine, Tommy.”

There is a lone butterfly in his hair when they separate, and Tommy hides it under his helmet. The rest remain with Dream until the bitter end.

Tommy’s butterfly stays with him when Dream is locked away, and Tommy keeps it safe, fluttering right over his heart.

send me prompts via my askbox!

[englishstrawbie]

Prompted by @devonofnine - “you’re worthy of my love” - thank you! 

>>>>>

Maya paces up and down outside Carina’s hotel room, absentmindedly wringing her hands together. She bites down into her bottom lip and lets out a long, nervous exhale.

She should be excited. Just twelve hours ago, Carina had told her that she wanted to fix their marriage and agreed to go on a date with her. Maya should be making plans to sweep her wife off her feet, instead of lingering in a hotel corridor like an idiot. But, as happy as she is at the big step forward they took last night, her mind is stuck one thing.

She made a vow to Carina yesterday to rebuild their foundations, to make their relationship stronger than it ever has been. How can they do that, when there is one thing – one big thing – that Maya needs her to know? A thing that might rock their foundations beyond repair.

Maya has been thinking about it all night, barely sleeping as she had stared up at the ceiling above her bunk. Old Maya – the Maya before her accident – would have buried it and kept it a secret, telling herself that it is better than Carina doesn’t know. But she isn’t that Maya anymore and she owes it to Carina, and their marriage, to be honest with her from the beginning – otherwise she has no hope of winning her back.

She takes a deep breath and knocks three times, willing her heart to stop beating so fast as she waits for the door to open.

Carina is surprised to see her.

“Maya! What are you doing here?”

“I… can I come in?”

Carina shoots her a curious glance and steps back, opening the door wider to invite Maya into her room. Despite the distance that has grown between them, she can sense that there is something weighing on Maya’s mind.

“Is everything okay, bambina?”

Maya smiles at the nickname, a familiar term of endearment that she wasn’t sure she would hear again. She looks around at the hotel room. She wishes every day that Carina was at home with her, safe and happy in their apartment.

“Maya?”

“I, uh, I need to tell you something,” Maya says. She looks bravely into Carina’s eyes. “Something that I don’t think you’re going to like hearing.”

She sees fear and confusion on Carina’s face, sees her body tense, and guilt courses through her again.

“When I was… before I…” She sighs. “After Beckett told you and everyone else about the blackmail, I was pissed and I wanted to hurt him. So I bought him a bottle of whisky and took it to him. I left it in his office, knowing that it would tempt him. I wanted him to be tempted.”

Carina doesn’t say anything and Maya can’t read her.

"I don’t know what happened next with Beckett, because I was so far into my own head that I didn’t care. But he was probably drunk that day at the training exercise when Cooper died and, while I know that it wasn’t my fault, I know that my actions contributed to it.”

She looks away from Carina at that point, blinking back the tears that pool in the corner of her eyes, and takes another deep breath.

“I thought you should know,” Maya continues. “You deserve the truth before you go on a date with me. In case…”

She trails off, too scared to finish her sentence.

“In case I decide that I don’t want to save our marriage after all?” Carina finally speaks.

Maya looks back at her and nods.

“You should know everything before you jump back in.”

“Maya,” Carina says softly, stepping forwards. “It’s too late for that. I’m already in.”

She reaches out to brush Maya’s hair out of her face, curling it behind her ear. Maya closes her eyes at her touch, tilting her head into her hand.

“And you’re right, I don’t like what you just told me. But I’m glad you did. And it doesn’t change anything about what I said yesterday.”

Maya shakes her head, dropping her eyes. “I did something terrible.”

“Maya… my love, look at me,” Carina says. She waits until Maya lifts her eyes. “You were sick and, yes, you did something terrible – and you’re sorry about it. I could see that before you even told me about what happened. Tell me, bambina, would you do it again?”

“No!” Maya says without hesitation. “Of course not.”

Carina smiles. “Then that’s all I need to know.”

“But I keep doing things that make it hard to love me. What if…?”

“Maya, I will never stop loving you,” Carina tries to allay her fears. “If I’ve learned anything these last few months, it’s that I love you completely. And what you need to learn is that, even in your darkest days, you are worthy of patience and forgiveness.” She lifts her hand and runs it over Maya’s cheek, wiping away the tears that fall. “And you’re worthy of my love.”

Maya forgets to breathe for a moment as she wonders if Carina is about to kiss her, but instead she slides her hand around Maya’s shoulders, pulling her close and hugging her. Maya buries her face into Carina’s neck, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo.

“I love you,” she murmurs.

Carina doesn’t say it back, but Maya feels her embrace tighten and she allows herself to be held for a moment.

“So,” Carina says when they pull back. “Where are you taking me on our date?”

“Can I take you out to lunch today?” Maya asks.

Carina scrunches her nose. “I’m working today. How about tomorrow?”

“I’ll be on shift,” Maya says. She feels impatient and doesn’t want to wait too long before she sees Carina again. “Why don’t you come by for dinner? Andy wants us to do something nice for Theo while he’s acting captain – and you know the team always loves to see you.”

“Okay,” Carina says with a small smile. “How about I bring cannoli for dessert?”

Maya returns her smile, the guilt that has been weighing down on her washed away as relief floods her body.  “Sounds perfect.”

Romantic moment prompts

[literallydying00]

I missed you <3

Rodolfo Parra x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: You have been waiting for your boyfriend to come home from a mission and he finally does

warnings: mention of an intruder (?) and google translated Spanish, please tell me if I missed anything

a/n: Thanks to my best friend who gave me this idea and sorry this is so short and bad, I’m trying to get the stuff in my drafts done so I can move on to new stuff but anyways I hope you enjoy :))

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you have been patiently waiting for a least a month now for your beloved boyfriend to get home from his mission. The house had begun to get lonely without him and you spent your days dwelling on the couch waiting for him to come home to you.

You’d start to fear that maybe he wasn’t coming home and you were getting insufferable without him, I mean he hadn’t even called you in like a week. It was both pissing you off and scaring you at the same time.

You knew his job and you knew the conditions that came with it but for gods sake, you are going crazy without him. You miss waking up cuddled in his arms, watching cheesy romance movies with him because it was the only thing on tv, and you missed his amazing hugs so bad.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard someone at your doorstep, trying to turn the knob quietly. You shot up from your spot on the couch, grabbing the nearest thing you could hit someone with and made your way over to the door, ready to attack any intruder that even tried to get in.

With an arm raised above your head the door swung open and before you could bring your arm down you were picked up in a hug. When you opened your eyes low and behold, there was your boyfriend and his smile that could light up the world.

In one swift move, he picks you up and starts twirling you around with a look in his eyes like a kid getting the toy he wanted for Christmas, he is glowing just by looking at you. You laugh feeling like you’re on cloud 9 after not seeing your rudy for so long.

When he finally put you down you both shared a quick kiss before he started talking, “¿Estabas planeando asesinarme?” He chuckles “Of course not. I thought you were an intruder at first” you laugh and he places a hand on his chest giving a loud gasp “Has it really been that long without me that you can’t tell me from an intruder” his hand moved up to his forehead to dramatize his statement and you shake your head at his antics. “I’m just kidding ángel” he says as he leans in to kiss you again, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you close to him and you can feel his smile against your lips while you kiss.

After a bit he pulls away to give you both time to breathe and he picks you up again carrying you to the couch, laying you down and plopping on top of you (carefully of course). He snuggles his face into your chest, “te extrañé mucho, mi amor” he sighs out “Me too. I think I was going crazy without you” you chuckle out playing with his hair and you hear him giggle. You two stay there for a while as you both slowly drift off to sleep in each other’s arms once again.

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Translations: “Were you planning to kill me?” and “I missed you so much, my love”



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Footprints (Holland!Peter Parker | MCU)

Summary — Every morning, you wake up to find footprints on your window. You hatch a plan to finally catch the culprit.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Literally just a fluffy, comedy piece; friendly teasing between Reader and MJ; mentions of sleepovers and sharing a bed (platonic); cursing; Reader is friends with MJ, but doesn’t know Peter.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 733. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).

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MJ thought you had finally lost it.

At first, she hadn’t believed you when you told her that footprints were being left on the glass of your bedroom window each night while you slept. When she realized that Peter Parker lived in the apartment above yours, however, she immediately knew who was behind it. 

Not that she could tell you, of course. She couldn’t just reveal Peter’s biggest secret just because you were tired of buying a new bottle of Windex every week. Now, however, she was thinking that it might be better that you knew Peter’s secret as she watched you set up a cheap motion detector on your fire escape.

But then again... this could be rather entertaining.

When you turned back to her with a loud sigh, she raised her eyebrows, and asked, “You sure about this?”

“Not really,” you said, “but it’s all I got right now... so I’m gonna go with it.”

MJ gave you a slow nod, “This is the weirdest sleepover I’ve ever been to.”

“Isn’t this the only sleepover you’ve ever been to?”

MJ narrowed her eyes at you, and muttered, “Not the point. Can we actually go to sleep now? It’s almost midnight and we have a test tomorrow.”

You let out a dramatic groan, “Ugh! Fine! I can’t believe you’re secretly a dork.”

MJ rolled her eyes before throwing a pillow at you with a smirk, “Whatever. I’m not the one setting up a stakeout in their bedroom.”

Surprisingly, you let her have the last word, too focused on your goal of catching the so-called ‘Window Wrongdoer’. As the two of you climbed beneath your blankets, MJ couldn’t help but wonder how Peter was going to react to his latest adversary.

MJ woke up with a start. She blinked repeatedly as her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness of your bedroom. She quickly turned on the lamp that sat by your bed. She frowned at the sight of you disappearing through your window and running up the fire escape.

She quickly realized what was happening. She quietly sighed, rolling her eyes as she turned off your bedside lamp, “Parker, you moron.”

While your friend tried to return to her peaceful slumber, you were far too busy wrapping your hand around the ankle of your archrival. Pulling hard, you and the figure tumbled to the landing of the fire escape with a loud THUD!

“What the—?”

“Dude, stop fucking up my window!”

Scrambling to his feet, Peter felt the eyes of his mask widen. He held his hands up in defense. He recognized you from school, but wasn’t sure of your name, only that you were friends with MJ... and that you were pissed.

“I—uhm—!” he stuttered. “What?!”

“Oh, please!” you exclaimed. “You heard what I said! Look, I know you’re a hero and everything, and believe me, I appreciate what you do, but stop leaving footprints on my window! I’m tired of wasting so much money on glass cleaner, asshole!”

Peter looked down at where you were pointing. Despite your bedroom window being up, he could clearly see what you were talking about. There were footprints on the glass. And honestly, he didn’t blame you for being upset. May probably would’ve killed him for doing that to their own apartment.

“I’m sorry!” he apologized, placing his hands on your shoulders. “I guess I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Well, maybe, from now on, you can use the stairs,” you scoffed, before stepping away and forcing his hands to return to his sides. “If it happens again, I will find out which apartment you’re in, Spidey. That’s a promise.”

The masked hero nodded frantically. You almost smiled when he gave you a salute. Almost.

You turned, descending the fire escape and climbing through your bedroom window. You quickly climbed back into your bed with a satisfied sigh, “Got that settled.”

“Good,” muttered MJ, her face smushed up against one of your pillows. “Now you can finally shut up about it. It’s literally three o’clock in the morning.”

You conceded to her demands and quickly fell asleep. The next evening, you arrived home later than usual. Opening your curtains to look at the setting sun, you found a note, along with a twenty dollar bill, taped to your window.

‘Sorry for making you buy so much Windex. Hopefully this covers it! - SM, the Footprint Fiend’

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MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE SENTENCE STARTERS: featuring quotes from deadpool, venom, ant-man & the wasp, thor: ragnarok, wandavision, doctor strange, ant-man & more. credit for some of these goes to @scotchymemes

Go back to whatever cave you ever crept out of!

What is grief, if not love persevering?

The world has taken too much from you for you to still be considered innocent.

I love you. I love you in every universe.

Where once you were nothing, now you are something.

Expect disappointment and you will never be disappointed.

We were good together, weren’t we? Maybe it’s time to reignite that flame...

I love you 3000.

You still owe me a dance.

Every good family film starts with a great murder.

Kiss me like you missed me.

You’re a lot smarter than I look. You can’t really live until you’ve died a little.

You are not judge, jury or executioner.

You’ve let me down for the last time. What did I do to piss off a grumpy old sucker with a Winter Soldier arm?

You shut your trashmouth!

Sorry, I tend to process traumatic events with dad jokes. 

The only thing that does make sense is that nothing makes sense.

I make grave mistakes all the time. It all seems to work out.

You are my sadness and my hope. But mostly, you’re my love.

Good morning! Are you ready for your hot fresh cup of bodily harm?

You’re not seriously thinking of going back, are you?

Piss off, ghost! I have to get off this planet.

It’s an honor to meet you, officially. I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping.

We never lose our demons. We only learn to live above them.

I’m expendable. That’s why I’m here.

Some of the best love stories begin with a murder.

You ever feel lost? Just look into the eyes of the people you love.

Do I have to figure out my whole future before lunch, or is there, like…?”

He’d rather lose this fight than lose you.

I’m gonna have to rain check that dance. 

Don’t do anything I would do, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. There’s a little gray area in there. That’s where you operate.”

Love is a dagger. It’s a weapon to be wielded far away or up close. You can see yourself in it. It’s beautiful until it makes you bleed.

Someday I’m gonna make great machines that fly. And me and my friends are gonna go flying together, into the forever and beautiful sky.

There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t regret having said yes.

I just want a chance to prove myself. Because that’s what heroes do!

You know what I like about being upset? The blame.

You’re just using me to get to (...). That’s so gross, you’re not even my friend.

You don’t have to fight anyone, but we’re in danger so we have to move.

Your hair looks nice. What did you do to it? Did you change it, maybe wash it?

He is as dishonourable as he is attractive.

Where do you store all this useless information?

Good is not a thing you are. It's a thing you do.

You know you didn’t have to humiliate him in front of everyone.

House blowing up builds character.

I’m just a bad guy who gets paid to fuck up even worse guys.

Motherfucker, you’re the world’s worst friend.

Less talking, more kissing.

Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?

I know what you’re going to say, but this guy/girl/person is all the way bad.

You are so pathologically self-observed

Love the optimism, but in my experience, when it looks bad, it’s usually worse.

I do not understand the intricacies of social interaction.

What master do I serve? What am I supposed to say, Jesus?

I told you that when I was drunk, why are you bringing this up?

Please tell me nobody just kissed me.

There’s a shawarma place two blocks from here. I don’t know what it is, but I want to try it.

If he ends up being evil, we’ll just kill him.

Trying to get you to stop has been one of the few failures of my entire life.

! Do you ever feel like your life is one monumental screw-up?

You people have no shame! What does the FBI even stand for? Forever Bothering Individuals?

Ninja Turtle, you better stop poking me.

I get emails from a raccoon, so nothing sounds crazy.

I just keep imagining you waking up in the morning, sir, looking in the mirror and then in all seriousness saying to yourself, ‘You know what would be a really kickass name? ______!’

I told you, I don’t want to join your super-secret boy band.

Look, I’m going to be totally honest with you:

I forgot you’re here. Well, I was in the neighborhood so I thought I’d save you the hassle.

So are you two…do you…fondue?

You call me _______ again, I’ll shove my foot up somewhere it’s not supposed to be.

Don’t drink fountain water, you idiot.

That’s disgusting.

We'll be okay. You can rest now.

I do some dumb things and it ends up hurting the people I love the most.

Maybe you need a partner, someone to watch your back.

You can do it. You can do anything.

Together, we’ll figure something out.

Missed me, missed me, now you gotta- You know what, forget I said anything.

I’m not one to be judgemental, but you, sir, are an extremely disturbed man.

Lie is such an ugly word. I prefer misdirection

I just conned the hell out of you and here you are trying to save me. How can you be so damn nice all the time?