#the thumbs up gif is so funny to me idk why

[lesbianmaxevans]

Chai Hansen as Zac Blakely in Mako Mermaids season 2

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x Reader

[ Chapter 10 ] || [ Chapter 12 ]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.1K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: i'm in love with gaz

Chapter 11: Excuse me?

A DM suddenly shoots up to the top of the pile in Kyle’s Tinder DM list and his eyebrows raise when he sees your name.

It’s been a month and a half, maybe longer, since you two last matched and after the brief rejection and you having gotten with Price, his life moved on and he kind of forgot you existed.

But your sudden message whose preview starts with “hey sorry to be botheri-” intrigues him so he presses it.

you: hey sorry to be bothering u but i figured it was safe to dm u about this because between u and johnny u seemed to be the most mature one! is simon okay? he stopped replying to me like a week ago and im concerned

Kyle’s eyebrows shot up on his forehead upon reading the question.

Kyle: he’s been texting u? 🤨 you: HI! yeah he has Kyle: excuse me? 🤨🤨 Kyle: like texting texting u.  Kyle: as in you text him and he answers and u 2 chat? 😐 you: yes? 🙃 Kyle: tf kind of witchcraft did u pull on him? 🤨 Kyle: he doesnt text.  Kyle: not one of us can get more than a thumbs up reaction to our texts in the groupchat. 😑 you: he texts me! Kyle: 😫?? Kyle: jesus christ.  you: you didnt answer is he okay?? 😭😭

Kyle thought back on a reason why Ghost would suddenly, well, ghost you. But he can’t think of any… Ghost is a notoriously bad texter, it doesn’t surprise him that he went MIA…

And then it hits him.

It’s 8 A.M. in the rec room of their floor and Ghost was making tea just as Johnny was taking a seat in the couch.

Kyle oofed as Johnny hit him, throwing his legs over Kyle’s lap. “Watch it mate, fuck you’re bloody heavy!” He complained.

“AH, FUCKIN’ HELL!” Ghost cursed as he threw his hands up in the air the sound of water dripping on the floor catching his attention.

Kyle looked over to see Ghost had spilled his boiling hot water everywhere on the counter.

“You alright L.T.?” Soap asked a she lifted his head over the back of the couch to peer at Simon just like Gaz was.

“Great.” Ghost grunted as he picked up his phone from the counter, which was also dripping in water, while his other hand threw a rag onto the mess of water dripping down from the counter.

“Oh fuck… ‘s your phone dead?” Soap asked and Ghost grumbled under his breath, not quite answering the question, as he busied himself soaking up the spilled water.

Just then, Price showed up at the rec room door. “Simon, gear up. Got a briefing for a solo mission in 10.”

“Fuckin’ hell, yeah, yeah, I got it.” Ghost grunted as he cleaned the mess and then rushed out the door, leaving his mug of tea in the counter and clutching his now broken phone in his hands.

Kyle: hes fine. Kyle: he spilled water on his phone and killed it I think.  Kyle: and he got sent out before he could get it fixed. 🙃 you: oh okay good! you: thanks! you: sorry to have bothered you! 🙏 Kyle: now wait just a minute. 😤 Kyle: u need to explain how in the hell u and ghost talk.👀 you: ghost? Kyle: that’s his work name. 🤷‍♂️ you: fitting seeing as i thought he ghosted me Kyle: THAT’S THE JOKE I MADE JUST NOW TO MYSELF! 😭 you: were in sync it seems 😭 Kyle: answer the question tho. you: idk what u want me to answer with Kyle: wdym u dont know??? explain yourself. Kyle: how do you get ghost to text u???? you: idk? im funny ig Kyle: 😑 you: im sorry if thats not what u want to hear Kyle: wait Kyle: a couple weeks ago he was out all night Kyle: during morning training soap was talking about how he had a date Kyle: was he with u? 👀👀 you: soap? Kyle: johnny. Kyle: keep up cmon now. you: jeez don’t patronize me you: yes simon was with me Kyle: 👀👀👀 Kyle: i see. Kyle: tell me more. you: theres nothing to tell Kyle: thats a lie and u know it.  you: its not!!! Kyle: cmon. Kyle: u cant just meet with a bloke with a skull mask on and then say u dont have anything to tell. 😑😑 you: a skull mask?? Kyle: did he not wear a mask when he was with u? 🤨🤨 you: yes? you: a black one Kyle: with a skull print on it yeah? you: no??? 🙃 you: just black! Kyle: jesus christ. Kyle: and what? what happened? you: nothing?! Kyle: walk me thru it. you: we went out for a drink then came back to mine and watched a movie! Kyle: 🤨🤨 Kyle: and had a shag? you: NO???? Kyle: wdym no? thats what would normally happen with a bloke. you: and???? you: this is simon were talking about kyle you: nothing about him screams normal exactly 🙃 you: hes joked about being able to kill me with his bar ehands you: bare hands* Kyle: fair. Kyle: this raises more questions for me. you: what Kyle: like u would meet with a masked bloke that can kill u with his bare hands alone without protection? 🤨 you: i had protection Kyle: not a condom. you: oh 😅 you: well we met at a pub soooo  Kyle: what did u 2 do then Kyle: other than watch a ‘movie’ 🙄 you: played mario kart you: slept Kyle: as in Kyle: you SLEPT? like honk shoo honk mimimimi? you: yes🙄🙄 Kyle: im confused. you: ur confused? im fucking confused bro Kyle: wdym u SLEPT TOGETHER? 🙃 Kyle: WHAT KIND OF WITCHCRAFT IS THIS?  Kyle: wtf have u done to him Kyle: like ghost doesnt text, he sure as shit doesnt visit people, and he doesnt go on dates, he doesnt sleep next to people, im almost sure the man doesnt have feelings or emotions and only speaks in sarcasm  Kyle: how can u get that out of him?? 🤨🤨 Kyle: no one else can! you: well with that mentality you cant you: idk what to tell u you: we hit it off 🙄 Kyle: explain yourself. you: ive been explaining it!!!!! Kyle: no explain it better. Kyle: I think Im having a stroke.  you: idk how to make it clearer??? Kyle: thats it. Kyle: are you free rn?? Kyle: I need u to explain urself. 😑 you: Im at work? Kyle: whens ur lunch break? 👀 you: in 35 minutes. Kyle: do u like ramen? you: yes? Kyle: whats the closest japanese to ur job? you: Akira Kyle: meet me at Akira for lunch. Kyle: I’m buying. you: who said i want to meet up with u?? 🤨🤨 Kyle: man just get down there. Kyle: im offering to pay. you: fineeeee 🙄

Kyle quickly hopped up from his seat at his desk with a start and rushed back to his room to change out of his fatigues.

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[mysecretlittlelibrary]

The Words Hung Above But Never Would Form

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: let's see fingering, handjobs, riding, marking/Loki with a pain kink- unprotected sex (wrap it or don’t tap it) I think that's it idk

Genre: smut, fluff

Summary: You thought you and Loki wouldn't be more than a casual thing, but there's a reason they say never say never

I couldn't Utter my love when it counted // Ah but I'm singing like a bird to ya now ~ Shrike by Hozier

***

Your relationship with Loki isn't complicated. You call and he comes and- then you cum, all night, usually. It's a simple arrangement, because Loki's incredible in bed, and it's easier than anything you would've asked for from him. You'll admit there was a time you wanted more, but- never mind, there's no need to dwell on that. What you have now is good. It works. The knock on your door comes at exactly 9 o'clock p.m. It's funny, Loki's commitment to punctuality, even for something as low stakes as breaking your back a few times a week. You smile to yourself as you cross your apartment to open the door.

"Hello darling." Loki smirks, his eyes gliding over you.

"Hi Loki, how've you been?" You ask stepping aside to let him into your apartment.

"Busy. I don't know why I thought joining those ridiculous Avengers would be tolerable." Loki rolls his eyes as he drops onto your couch.

"Because it was that or being an intergalactic war criminal?" You remind him, climbing into his lap.

"I'm starting to think I'd be better off never being allowed to return to Midgard." He scoffs and you giggle.

"Oh relax, they can't be that bad, you guys save the world or whatever." You run your fingers through his hair and shower him with quick kisses against his lips.

"You can say that, you've never had to work with them." He mutters between your kisses.

"You're such a baby." You laugh.

"Shut up." He frowns.

"I will if you kiss me." You smirk.

"You-" Loki stops himself as if he didn't quite process your request right away. His hand comes around the back of your neck and he pulls you down for a proper kiss. You moan and Loki uses the opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips. He explores your mouth as he always does, the feeling so familiar yet still as thrilling as the first. It doesn't take long for his mouth to part from yours, traveling down your throat. He nips and sucks at the exposed skin as nimble fingers undo the buttons on your shirt. One of Loki's hands settles against your back as he lowers his head to take an achy nipple between his lips—your back arches against his mouth as he teases the bud with his tongue and teeth. You hardly realize your hips grinding against him until he growls lowly at the friction. Loki's other hand slides across your waist to dip beneath your shorts. Two digits plunge into your already dripping center and his thumb lightly strokes your clit, reveling in the breathy moans coming from you at his hands. He toys with your body like an instrument he's played all his life, a smirk plastered on his face as you grind against his fingers desperately. Quickly, frantically, you undo his pants, pulling his erection out and stroking him.

Loki momentarily loses his rhythm when you touch him and you take advantage of the moment's reprieve to shimmy out of your shorts. It's a bit awkward to do with his dick in your hand admittedly but you manage- although Loki makes it no easier, staring at you as he sucks his fingers clean of your juices. Distracting man. Freed from the barrier of clothing between you, you line him up with your entrance and sink down with a satisfied hum while Loki tosses his head back with a groan. You ride him eagerly, relishing in the drag of him against your walls, the feel of his hands squeezing your hips, the quiet cacophony of grunts and moans leaving his lips. You pull his shirt over his head exposing his pale, sculpted chest to your gaze, but more importantly your hands. He never says anything about it but you know for a fact Loki always cums harder when you mark his skin with evidence of your little trysts. You drag your nails along his body, harsh enough to see the red trails left in your wake, and hear the way Loki's breathing changes at the action. 

Loki, just as in tune with your body as you are with his, watches for the moment signs of an impending orgasm start to reveal themselves before his hand slips between you two, fingers finding your clit again. Your hips stutter for a moment at the stimulation but you only ride him harder as he rubs your bundle of nerves. Loki can feel the moment you tighten against him and with his free hand, he takes over rocking your hips against his as the waves of your orgasm make it impossible to keep pace. He allows you to ride it out before he flips you on your back rutting into you, chasing his own orgasm. When his muscles tense up and his grip on your hips tightens you drag your nails down his back, the groan he releases deep and long as he spills into you. You bask in the afters of your orgasms for several minutes before eventually, you tap his shoulder needing to get up.

"Well this has been fun, as always." You say stretching as he sits up.

"Kicking me out already darling?" He smirks.

"No, you're welcome to hang around but I have to shower." You shrug standing.

"Shall I join you?"

"If you do that I'll need a shower from the shower." You kiss him quickly.

"Seems fine to me."

"Of course it does." You roll your eyes. "Oh I have a date on Saturday so I'll have to let you know if you're still coming over that night." You tell him while you remember.

"A date?" He blinks at you.

"Yes, a date."

"With who?"

"Just a guy I met at a coffee shop." You shrug.

"You never mentioned a guy at a coffee shop." Loki tries to keep his tone light though he's not sure how successful he is.

"I'm mentioning him now. No biggie. Anyway, if you're sticking around I made stir fry- help yourself."

"I'd love to but I actually have something to do at the tower so I have to head back but enjoy your evening, have fun on your date, and maybe see you Saturday." Loki is quick to tug his shirt back over his head and tuck himself into his pants.

"Alright have a good-" Loki's out the door before you can finish your sentence, "night?" You frown to yourself for a moment but don't let yourself dwell on it. He said he had something to do, maybe it was important. No need to assume anything more.

The next few days you're pretty giddy thinking about your date on Saturday with the cute guy from the coffee shop. By the time Saturday rolls around and you're meeting up with Marcus you've barely managed to get your excitement under control. The date is as fun as you could've hoped, you go to a  jazz bar and spend the night giggling over drinks and food while lovely music acts as a soundtrack for your evening. You're even humming to yourself as you walk home from how much you enjoyed the evening.

Back in your apartment you take a shower and get ready for bed with a smile still on your face. Marcus has already suggested going on another date and you're not exactly against the idea of seeing him again. 

It's the next morning, when you're making breakfast that the calm before the storm ends. Your back is turned so you don't notice Loki appear in your apartment until he speaks.

"You know normally I wouldn't care if you left me hanging- but seeing as you went out with a stranger it would've been nice to know if you were alive." Loki's voice makes you jump and almost throw your spatula.

"Christ- Loki we've talked about that. Don't appear in my apartment without warning!" You scold him with an eye roll.

"You're avoiding the subject."

"I'm not. I just don't appreciate being jump scared in my own apartment. Especially not at 11 am on a Sunday. But on the subject, I didn't realize you worried so much about me, I'd have shot you a text when I came in." You shrug.

"Y/n." Loki sighs.

"Is something the matter Loki? Avengers getting under your skin again?" You chuckle.

"What?"

"You seem grumbly this morning. Something get to you before you came here?" You ask.

"I'm not grumbly. You're just- excited. What's with that anyway?"

"Dude- you poofed in here talking about the reason I'm excited. What?"

"All this over some guy?" Loki scoffs.

"He's a very sweet guy thank you very much." You stick your tongue out.

"Oh please." He rolls his eyes.

"If you're just going to be a downer Loki go back to the tower, you're not about to ruin my good mood."

"I'm not being a downer, I'm simply here to remind you not to be impressed by little shit. Him having manners shouldn't make you this giddy." He says.

"I didn't say anything about manners. And besides what would you know? it's not like you're trying to impress me." You let out a half laugh as you speak. Loki pauses for a moment, his brow furrowing as he looks at you.

"Is that what you want from me?"

"No? I mean- that's not what I was implying." You say.

"What are you implying?"

"That you don't have a leg to stand on in the dating conversation, it's not exactly your area of expertise." You shrug.

"I guarantee anything that coffee shop boy did on your little date I can do a hundred times better." Loki scoffs.

"Yeah right." You roll your eyes.

"I'm a god y/n, don't tell me you think I'm at all as mediocre as your mortal men in any capacity."

"I didn't say that."

"Yeah there's a lot you don't say it seems." He crosses his arms.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You frown at him.

"You may not admit it but you're comparing me to your coffee shop boy. It's a battle he'll lose in the end but I'm sure you'll hold out as long as you can."

"Loki we fuck a couple times a week. There's really no reason to compare you two. You're categorized differently." You shrug.

"Categorized differently?" He quirks an eyebrow at you.

"Yeah. He wants to date me. You- don't. So, no need to think about you versus each other."

"You have no- You don't even know this guy."

"You are very much missing the point." You shake your head.

"You are the one missing the point."

"Oh am I? And what point might that be Loki?" You smirk, leaning against your counter with your arms crossed.

"Gods you are so stubborn." Loki huffs out crossing your apartment. Loki's hand cups the side of your face and kisses you fiercely. It's like second nature to you, the way you react immediately, matching him each moment. When he pulls away he doesn't step back, still so close you can feel his breath against your lips.

"You're- a strange being Loki." You say softly.

"It's you that makes me this way."

"I haven't done anything." You say with a slight shake of your head.

"You've gone on a date." He says.

"Well yeah but that has nothing to do with-"

"Y/n." He cuts you off.

"Loki." You say back.

"I love you."

"You what?" You blink at him, so shocked you lean back to look at him better.

"I love you." He says again.

"When did that- what?"

"I love you."

"No, I don't think you do." You shake your head.

"I do. Y/n I do and I may not have said it before but I'm saying it now. Please don't tell me it's too late." His eyes search yours, for what you're not sure.

"Too late?" You frown.

"Your coffee shop guy. I can't lose you to him."

"I don't understand- how long have you felt this way?" You ask.

"Too long."

"Then why not say anything before today?"

"I couldn't, I couldn't when it counted, but I'm saying it now. And I'm hoping I haven't waited too long because- I cannot imagine staying on this dreadful planet without being able to see you, to hold you, to call you mine- like a shrike to your glorious thorn, I cannot survive without you."

"That's rather poetic of you to say." You say carefully.

"It's true."

"I- your timing is- what am I going to do with you?" You shake your head.

"You said dating is 'not my area of expertise', allow me to show you how very false that is."

"Are you asking me on a date Loki?" You smile.

"I'd like to ask for more than that but we can begin there, sure."

"I'm not opposed." You say.

"Very well, enjoy your breakfast. I'll be back this evening to take you out." Loki finally steps back, a cheeky smile on his face.

"Where are we going?" You ask.

"That will be a surprise."

"Well, what should I wear?"

"Whatever you like. You'll look amazing in anything." Loki smirks.

"That's not enough infor-" before you can finish Loki disappears in a flourish of green sparkles. "-mation." You say to the empty air. "Nice. Guess I'll wing it." You mutter to yourself. You can't even manage to be fake mad at him for more than a moment, the possibilities for your upcoming night out filling you with delight as you make breakfast. So, maybe you do want more from him, since that's a possibility now.

***

[tonyspank]

CHAPTER ONE | THE PARTY & THE AFTER PARTY

Warnings; Uhhhh idk?

A/N: I never had to actually make coffee at my job, I kinda jus put the filter then dump out the coffee bag so… my apologies if it sounds crazy. (For all my professional coffee makers.)

Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader

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"I have a medium lavender ice latte with oat milk for, Ana?" You call out to half full coffee shop. A blonde in about her twenties walks up to the counter, you smile before handing her her drink.

"Have a wonderful day," She grins, "Thank you so much, you too!" Your co-worker speaks up from behind you, "I still don't understand why you're not somewhere strumming your guitar."

You've been working at Hughes Coffee since you can remember, you just happened to be walking by the place and noticed the Now Hiring signs on the door, of course, you had to go through an interview process but you landed the job and became close with the owner and his daughter.

Once she had officially turned eighteen he changed the shop name in honour of her, and she absolutely loved it.

You playfully roll your eyes before turning around to fully face her, "Alora," You begin causing her to hum in response. "I literally have to stay here to keep you in check. Ever since Mr. Hughes changed the name to Alora's Coffee you've been acting a little bit stuck up." You joke, illustrating how much with your thumb and pointer finger.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," She points behind you, "Take care of that customer. I have to use the bathroom," You jump up in the straightest position ever, saluting to her. "Yes! General!"

She laughs, walking to the back. Turning around you're met with a familiar face, "Jack."

He smiles raising his arms, "Bestie!" You chuckle, smiling at your indeed best friend. "Hey, Jack. What's up?"

He smiles, shrugging his shoulders. "Oh, nothing. Just checking in on you—" Suddenly he slams his hands on the counter, you jump and eye the shop as some customers as staring at the two of you.

"YOU REALLY THOUGHT YOU WOULD GET AWAY WITH LEAVING WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE?" He practically yells, leaning into your face. You bite down on your lip, furrowing your eyebrows as you try and hold in your laugh.

"Uh? I thought I gave my goodbyes to my best messenger, did you not receive it?" Jack leans back, hands still on the counter. "Oh! You mean Jenna?" You nod your head, waving your pointer finger at him. "Yes, yes! Jenna, yup."

"And the same Jenna that couldn't stop talking about you." Your ears perk up at this, and your heart drops, but in a good way.

"Really?" You question, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"Oh, yeah!" He continues. "She was like, she has the cutest laugh ever. She's so funny where'd you meet her at? Y/N this, Y/N that! Oh, Y/N! Blah, bleh, blah." He mocks with a high-pitched voice.

"Really?" This time you can't hide it, and you're smiling like an absolute idiot. "Really. I was going to give her your Instagram but you know, you left early. So insteadddd," He drags out, and you listen in.

"I told her that you're already dating someone, but don't worry! I didn't be specific and tell her that it was me." You blink, and when Jack doesn't say anything else, you blink again.

"You're lying, right?"

He thins out his lips, shaking his head. "No, why?" You go back to being nonchalant, not wanting Jack to have this over you.

One time you had liked this girl freshman year and Jack would not stop talking about it. And every time he'd see her he'd tell her why won't she go out with you, or how she should give you her number. The girl would always laugh and shrug her shoulders.

Or Jack would come up with these fake stories about how you saved an entire family from a burning building, or how you had found the cure to cancer, the girl surprisingly played along, and would say stuff along the lines of, "Oh, I remember that." Or, "Oh yeah! I was there too."

"No reason," You say shrugging your shoulders, Jack nods staring at you a bit longer to see if he broke your shell of nonchalantness, if that was a thing.

Accepting defeat, but not fully he sighs out. "Welp, I have to go now. I promised Mason I'd stop by his place to try out his new sugar cookie recipe."

You send him a thumbs up, "Alright! Have fun!" You shout out, as he walks out the double glass doors.

You turned around grabbed a rag, and wiped down counters. It was rather late in the morning so it wasn't so busy, well, it wasn't as busy as it was earlier this morning, you were dead-ass sweating.

It comes back to you that Alora never came back out, so you decide to head to the back and go inside the employee break room. You're met with Alora laying across two chairs eating a bag of chips.

"Is this what you do every time you say you're going to the bathroom?" She jumps in surprise, sitting up she removes her left airpod. "Hello, friend." She grins cheekily. You send her a wave.

"Don't you think you should go back to the front?" She starts shooing you off with her hand, you back up, but remain looking at her.  "What about you?" She shushes, continuing her shooing motions."

You sigh out, leaning against the counter as you watch the customers in the store talk to their friends or type away on their computers.

You're so into the view you didn't hear the door open nor see the customer walk up towards the counter. Until you hear a ding noise come from the bell sitting on top of the counter.

"Shit," You mutter to yourself, you reach behind you, tying your apron tighter before walking over to the woman. "Fucking Jack," You slightly hear from her and it finally hits you once she takes off her glasses.

"That fucking sneaky bastard." You mumble to yourself.

"Hey, Jenna." You smile, Jenna smiles back placing her glasses in her purse. "Hey," She looks into your eyes, hating to admit she missed them, and so suddenly.

"Now I see why Jack told me to come here." You scratch your head, nodding. "He is a sneaky little bastard." She laughs at your words, "He actually called you the same thing when you left without saying goodbye, well technically you did, but.. I don't know." She catches herself rambling, making you smile.

"Did you want anything to drink?" You ask, drumming your fingers on the countertop. "It's on the house."

"Oh! Sure," Her eyes scan the menu, then you, specifically your name tag. You don't miss the smirk that slightly appears on her lips.

"Surprise me." Just as you're about to respond, Alora walks back out. "Good morning, how are you today?"

Jenna sends her a slight smile, "I'm great, thank you." She gives you one last look before going to sit down. Once it's clear that Jenna is no longer focused on you, Alora grabs your arm, her jaw-dropping. "Was that fucking Wednesday Addams?" You roll your eyes, moving to make Jenna's coffee."

You prepare one shot of Espresso Roast, and as you wait you pull out your phone, opening your messages with Jack.

i hate you

BESTIE

BESTIE DON'T SAY THAT?

i'm not the one who left w/o saying goodbye

I ASKED JENNA TO SAY GOODBYE?

whatever

don't you have to go like

impress her w your barista skills?

you're welcome by the way

goodbye jack

OH NOW U WANNA

SAY GOODBYE

You laugh before putting away your phone. And pouring your Espresso Roast into the mug.

"Her name is Jenna. But yes, she has played Wednesday Addams." Alora watches you, and her smile increases. "You know... I'm very happy that you work here."

You chuckle, preparing your froth milk. Using the Nespresso Aeroccino, you put the milk on the medium froth setting. And add in a bit of vanilla syrup, stirring it in the coffee. "You're only saying that because every now and then Jack will recommend your shop to one of his famous friends,"

She throws her hands up excitedly, "One of his very attractive famous friends!" You lean against the counter waiting for your milk. "Could you watch the counter while I talk to her?" Your voice is lower than usual.

"I fucking got you!" You can't help but laugh, taking your milk and gently pouring it inside the cup until it's almost full. Alora packages up a cookie before softly handing it to you.

"Go get her tiger," Rolling your eye playfully, you make your way toward Jenna, cookie and drink in hand. She sets down her phone and her face lights up seeing you make your way over to her booth.

"A blonde vanilla latte and a chocolate chip cookie for the one and only," You place her order in front of her, sitting down across the table.

She eyes you as she takes a sip, humming in joy. "Wow, this is good." She licks her lips, placing down the cup.

"So... Y/N," She begins. You fight back a smile, looking down at your name tag. "How long have you been addicted to cigarettes."

If you had something in your mouth you definitely would've spit it out. But instead, you're taken aback, "Uh? I don't know? A while,"

She hums, taking another sip of the drink you made her. "Not a lot of people know it but, I actually specialize in helping people with addictions."

You chuckle, "Really?"

"Of course, I'm a professional." You tap your fingers on the table. "So how do your services work exactly?"

"Usually I charge a hefty amount of money, but since we're such good friends. Money is not a problem, instead.." You raise your eyebrows in anticipation.

"Let's make a deal." You nod, telling her to go on. "You let me take you out on seven dates, if I don't manage to at least help you fight your addiction then you don't have to worry about seeing my face ever again. But if I do, then I get to take you out on more."

A huge smile has appeared on your face, "You're going to take me out? To help fight my addiction?" She nods, again sipping on her drink.

"Do we have a deal?" You hold out your hand, and she quickly shakes it.

"It's a deal Ortega," She smirks but doesn't hide it this time.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

okay shop girl and bruce attend a fashion show for something yk bruce was just invited or it’s for some charity and he needs to go to uphold the wayne enterprises reputation or whatever 🙈so they go and they’re watching and it’s kinda boring, kinda interesting, they’re just talking w each other and a piece sparks shop girls interest and bruce notices 💗 then he gives it to her as a gift or somethin

idk just an idea! 😌 i had to watch a fashion show in a marketing class and it made me think of them 🤍

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Warnings: Fluff!! So much fluff! POV Shifts between Bruce and Shop Girl

“You’re home early.” 

His voice is thick from disuse, and you can't help but wonder if you'd managed to wake him. You glance up from where you’re standing, sorting through the mail on the kitchen counter, and smile as a sleep-ruffled Bruce drifts into the kitchen. 

“You’re up early.” You shake your sleeve back to eye your watch. “It’s barely three in the afternoon.” 

“Alright, smartass. I might still go back to bed,” Bruce grumbles, scrubbing his hand over his eyes. You grin as he pecks your lips, and you raise your hand, sweeping your thumb across his budding stubble. Bruce curls his arms around your middle, pressing his face into your neck as you turn back to the mail. 

“You’re getting scruffy.”

“I’ll shave.” 

“I kinda like it.” 

“Oh?” 

“Mm.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” 

You squirm, giggling softly as he pointedly nuzzles against you. 

“Is everything alright?” Bruce adds. 

“Hm?—Oh, yeah. My boss had a meeting with the board, so she gave us the afternoon. We’re regrouping in the morning.” 

“...Am I supposed to be at that meeting?” 

“Probably.” 

“Huh.” 

“I’m sure you could read the minutes later.” 

“I’m sure I won’t.” 

You snort, setting another invitation aside. You feel Bruce lift his head, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“What are the stacks?” He asks.

“Left is yours, middle is mine, right are joint invitations.” 

“And the pile closest to you?” 

“Trash.” 

“Junk mail?” 

“And invites that just aren’t gonna be, you know. It.” 

“Such as?” 

“Well, your invitation to judge the Miss Gotham pageant, for one.” 

“I might want that.”

“Not funny. And a fundraiser for the Gotham Opera.” 

Bruce falls quiet for a few testy moments, and you resume sorting through the remaining stacks. You don't need to tell him why you've chosen to discard that particular invite.

“We could go,” He offers after a few moments. 

“We could,” You concede, “But it would cut into your nightly activities, and I’m not an opera fan.” 

“No?” 

“Nn-nn. Too stuffy for me.” 

Bruce lifts his head fully, pressing a long, grateful kiss to your temple. You smile, leaning back against him more heavily as his kisses trail over your cheek, down to your jaw.

“What are the invitations you’re considering?” He asks. 

“There is a fundraiser for the Gotham Fashion Institute that Liz has gotten us on the list for. She thinks it’d be a good way to ease us into joint public appearances.” 

“You wanna go?” 

“I think it could be fun.”

“When is it?” 

“In a couple of weeks.” 

“Seems short notice.” 

“It is. She said they had a few cancellations.” 

“So we’re the second-string guests.” 

“They didn’t think you’d go, so they didn’t invite you in the first place.” 

“You have a dress?” 

“I’ll find one. Might ask Liz if she knows anyone who can get something together for me on short notice.”

“You’ve been talking to Liz an awful lot these days.” 

“I guess,” You shrug. “She and Grant have been a lifeline for this press stuff.” 

“Gotham Fashion Institute, then. Anything else?” 

“A fundraiser for the Gotham History Museum—” 

“Mhm—” 

“A gala for the Gotham Academy, aaaaand,” You eyed the return address on an envelope in your hand, “A silent auction for the Gotham City Science Institute.” 

“So all of these involve some kind of donation?” 

“You’re good for it.” 

Bruce chuckles, turning you in his arms as you set the letters aside. 

“What am I gonna do with you?” He teases, shaking his head. You smile, curling your arms around his shoulders and cuddling closer. 

“I can think of a few things.” 

"So can I."

Bruce grasps the back of your thighs, and your stomach swoops as he eases you back onto the counter, scattering the stacks of mail. His lips cover yours before you can tease or fuss. You slide your hand up into his hair, groaning softly as he tugs you closer.

"I thought," You mumble between kisses, "That you were...Going back to bed."

"We both are."

--  

The press isn’t as much of a shock as it used to be, but you haven’t had a clamor like this since Bruce brought you home from Gordon’s office. Your name is being yelled, along with Bruce’s, and you can hardly take anything in for the rapid flashing of cameras. Bruce’s hand rests on your hip, anchoring you to his side as your gazes sweep the press in front of you. 

You’re smiling, right? You’re almost certain you are—your cheeks hurt from how much you’re pushing it—

You feel Bruce lean in, his lips brushing your ear: 

“Are you giving them your panicked smile?” 

You can’t help but break into a real smile, fighting back a chortle. You know that he’s right. 

“Don’t make me laugh in this dress,” You warn. “I’ll burst out of my shapewear.” 

Bruce’s laugh heartens and warms you, and you lean into him as the camera flashes seem to double. He steers you away from the step and repeat after a few moments, ignoring the calls for one last picture. 

“Take your time,” He counsels, “Your eyes will adjust.”

“I should start wearing sunglasses to these things,” You grumble, squeezing one eye shut, then the other in turn. As you adjust, you become acutely aware of the number of people looking at the two of you. Nerves well up, your stomach sinking with panic. You only just manage to keep from taking a step back, letting Bruce’s hand steady you. 

“We can leave whenever you want,” Bruce murmurs. 

“We should at least stay for the fashion show. Otherwise it’ll just seem rude.” 

“Who cares?” 

“I do!” 

“I do?” Liz’s voice is a welcome reprieve among the curious murmurs surrounding you. “Do I hear wedding bells for you two?” 

“Jesus—” You hiss over Bruce’s admonishing, “There wasn’t enough material in the rumor mill already, Liz?” 

“Mm,” Liz shrugs, hooking her arm through yours. “I was getting bored with everyone’s rumors about Grant and I getting married. Figured I’d stir the pot, give us a break. Come on!” Liz begins to draw you away from Bruce, “Let’s get you a drink!” 

You turn to Bruce, who gently nods you away. 

“Go on. I see a few board members. I should find out what that meeting was about.” 

“Bruce, that was two weeks ago!” 

“I forgot to check the minutes.” Bruce leans in and drops a kiss to your lips before giving Liz a kiss on the cheek. You frown as you see his lips move, and watch Liz give a small nod. He turns, shooting you a wink before he turns, melting into the crowd. 

“...What was that?” You ask Liz as she guides you toward the bar. 

“He was just thanking me for getting you invited,” She excuses. You’re almost certain that it was more, but you don't want to dive into right now—not when half of Gotham’s social set is eyeing you so closely. “Let’s get you a drink, and then I have a few people I want to introduce you to.”

--  

Keep an eye on her. 

That was all that Bruce had murmured to Liz. Bruce keeps them in his periphery as he’s drawn into a conversation with a couple of his father’s old acquaintances. He sees her gradually growing more comfortable as she’s pulled into conversation with a couple of Liz’s friends. Her nervous smile slowly shifts into a genuine one, and he sees a lightness in her that he’s often privy to when they’re alone. And he knows that he ought to be giving the men he's speaking with far more of his attention, but he can’t help but just…Look. 

Bruce knows that he shouldn’t glue himself to her side for the length of the evening. He’s used to swanning around these things, having empty conversations with socialites, politicians, influencers. But he also knows that he can’t be her shadow as long as they’re together. He’d spotted the invitations that were only addressed to her. People know who she is, and who she is to him, and that scares the shit out of him. But…Knowing her stubbornness, and her resilience, she’ll want to start getting the hang of these things, even without him around. 

And goddamn, is she beautiful. He doesn’t say it enough, does he? He watches her head tip back with a laugh, and he swears it brightens the room. He knows that Liz had been joking about wedding bells, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it.

He hasn’t mentioned it to her, not yet. Hell, he hasn't mentioned it to anyone, not even Alfred. But if anything ever happens to him, he wants her taken care of, and comfortable. He remembers the way that she worried about money when they met, how she forced herself to go back to work after the attempted robbery—he’ll be damned if he ever lets her feel like that again. 

Bruce’s heart leaps into his throat as her head turns toward him, her eyes catching his. She tips her chin down just a little, brows raising as she mouths, You okay? It warms him in a way that he can’t describe. In a room full of strangers, in a situation that he knows well and she hardly knows at all, she’s gone out of her way to make sure he is alright. He excuses himself from his conversation, and watches as she does the same. He meets her in the middle, and before she can say a thing, he gently grasps her jaw, drawing her in for a sweet kiss. He feels her curl a hand around his lapel, a gentle hum buzzing against his lips. Bruce breaks the kiss, smoothing his hand over her hip. 

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” He asks, grinning as she bashfully ducks her head, averting her gaze. 

“Liz’s designer really came through at the last minute,” She excuses. 

“It’s more than the dress, baby.” 

She leans in, kissing him gently again, and Bruce can’t help but wonder if it’s as thanks, or to keep from complimenting her further. 

“We should take our seats,” She insists, nodding toward where others are beginning to drift toward the chairs on either side of the catwalk. Bruce takes hold of her hand, allowing her to lead the way. 

“How were the minutes of the meeting?” She asks. 

“Honestly?”

“Mhm?” 

“I didn’t hear a word they said.”

He grins as she snorts a laugh, shaking her head. 

“Absolutely ridiculous,” She mutters. 

Truth be told, the fashion show passes Bruce by as much as the conversation with the board members did. He spends more time watching her, taking in her reactions. 

“Do you see anything you like?” She murmurs. 

“Mm,” He glances toward the current model strutting down the runway, taking in slinky white top and the cerulean tasseled skirt. “I’m not sure it’s my style.” 

“I’m not sure that it's mine, either.” 

“Wouldn’t wear it to work?” 

“I don't think it’s office-appropriate,” She giggles. He sees her expression shift, her eyes widening slightly as she watches the next model approach. Bruce casts a cursory glance toward the next model. He watches them go as he murmurs, “What do you like about that one?” 

“Who says I like that one?” She meets his eye, smiling at his disbelieving glance. She gives a small, nonchalant shrug. “The necklace is interesting.” 

Bruce looks up as the model passes, eyeing the silver x lariat necklace, with a small emerald hanging from one strand, and a small diamond hanging from the other. He turns to look at her again and finds her attention already set on the next model. She may feign disinterest, but he knows her better than to believe it.

-- 

“Honey! Are you ready?” 

“Almost!” You call back to Bruce, standing from your vanity and stepping into your heels. You smooth your hands over the skirt of your dress as you look at yourself in the mirror, drawing in a steadying breath. Tonight is going to be great. You had a nice time at the fashion show a couple of weeks ago, so the Gotham History Museum is going to be a breeze. You’ll pose for a few pictures, have a few drinks, wander around the exhibits. It’s going to be fun! Honestly, you’ve been actually looking forward to this one. You turn toward the door and raise your brows when you find Bruce there, leaning in the doorway. 

“Well?” You give him a small spin. He smiles, straightening up. 

“You look beautiful.” 

You grin, reaching up and adjusting his tie slightly. 

“You look very handsome.”

“Thank you…But I do think you’re missing something.” 

You frown, looking down at yourself. 

“My purse is on the bed—” 

“No,” He shakes his head. “It’s not the purse.” 

He draws a long thin box out of his pocket, and before you have a chance to dwell on the sheer injustice of the average depth of women’s pockets, he lifts the velvet lid. Your mouth falls open in shock, your breath catching in your throat as the familiar diamond and emerald glimmer in the light. 

“Bruce,” You breathe, shaking your head. “You didn’t.”

“I did,” He chuckles. “Turn around.” 

You do as he requests, biting your lip as the coolness of the silver brushes, then settles against your skin. You raise your fingers, trailing them across the diamond and emerald in turn as he fastens the clasp. You watch in the mirror as Bruce presses closer, feel the heat of the kiss he presses to your nape, and the firmness of his grasp as he settles his hands on your hips. 

“It looks even more stunning on you than I thought it would,” He murmurs. You shake your head, stunned at the glint of the jewels in the light. You can't even imagine how much this must've cost him.

“I love it.”

“I’m glad.” 

“Is this what you’re going to do any time I tell you that I like something?” You tease, turning to face him fully.

“Within reason.”

“So if I tell you that I like a stegosaurus skeleton tonight?” 

Bruce’s face twists in mock contemplation. 

“Alfred has been considering redecorating the garden.” 

You can’t help but laugh, giving Bruce a gentle squeeze. 

“What am I going to do with you?” 

He gently nudges the tip of your nose with his, eyes warm and smiling as he draws you into his chest.

“I can think of a few things.”

Next Part

[roronoagem]

Person who asked for Law with reader who was forced to eat a devil fruit. Can I go by 🐻‍❄️ anon?

Ahhhh! You did a great job!!! Thank you so so much!

I think it'd be funny to see a continuation. Maybe Bepo stays a little bit closer to reader just in case she falls over again and Law gets jealous that he can't be the one to dive in and save her?

🐻‍❄️

characters: trafalgar d. water law

content warning: gn!reader, jealous!law, bepo is super cute (he’s my baby fr) & poor attempt at fluff i think idk.

a/n: omg thank you so much !! of course you can be 🐻‍❄️ anon — basically bepo anon huh, i’m gonna add you to my list hehe. this one is short fr, i could only think of a tiny convo between them. i apologise if this is not what you expected >_< .

after the accident, bepo decided to stay super close to you.

“you don’t have to act like a baby-sitter, bepo,” you would try to ease his tension. it doesn’t work of course.

“i have to be ready to help you!”

bepo’s closeness caught the attention of a certain someone who unconsciously grew jealous of this whole situation.

“bepo i’m okay, i promise. i’m just sitting here watching the waves,” he’s hugging you. no literally he’s holding you to make sure you won’t slip into the water.

law noticed how whenever you were walking around on the deck doing whatever task, the polar bear acted like your shadow.

he wasn’t really jealous of him being too close to you, he was jealous of the fact that 1. he would be the first to see if something happens and 2. he could actually jump in to save you.

this is something law could never do because of his devil fruit.

you noticed the way he acted a bit different after that, not really thinking his change in behaviour was a consequence of bepo being there for you at all times — well, not in that sense.

“law!” you walked right into his office, making your presence known even before he could see your figure. he hummed, acknowledging your presence, eyes focusing on the pages of the book he was reading.

“are you sad?” you sat right next to him, pouting. “hm?” law glanced at you, curious as to why you were asking something like that. “it looks like you’re always pouting when you see me on the deck. did something happen?”

was he that obvious?

“no, i’m okay,” he shrugged it off and went back to his book. “are you jealous?” you smirked, your tone showing amusement now. “what— no. why would i be?” he rolled his eyes.

“because bepo’s not afraid to hug me in public,” you suggested, trying to find a way to let him spit the truth out. “i hug you,” he corrected, not even glancing at you this time. you huffed and then looked down for a moment, trying to think of something else.

“he can do something i can’t, though,” his voice was low but you heard it clear as a day. “huh?” you raised your brows, confused. “what if you fall once again? he can jump in,” he added after a long moment of silence.

you realised what he meant and swiftly moved closer, searching for his gaze. “i don’t care about that, because you protect me in many other ways and that’s all that matters,” you took his hand, tracing his tattoos with your thumb slowly. as law finally met your eyes, you offered him a sweet smile. “i guess… you’re right,” he finally, but slowly, gave in. it wasn’t rational, feeling jealous of something like that.

“so… you were, in fact, jealous,” you then laughed at him, easing the tension between you two. law rolled his eyes, cheeks turning slightly pink now. “shut up,” he tried to sound offended but seeing you laughing changed his mood, as he secretly enjoyed watching you spread your happiness like that.

[luvsae]

Listen im a huge simp for Cha Hyun-su (sweet home) I even tried shifting there (im still trying)

And I wanna request for like were dating Hyun-su and were also infected so uh yeah

Idk but if you can try to do something with that

ask and you shall receive <3

(wasn't sure whether or not to do headcanons or a fic but... an actual fic is more interesting!!)

also,,, sorry if it's a bit short!! i was sleep deprived when i wrote this </3

infected love | cha hyunsu

pairing; hyunsu x gn!reader

- you and hyunsu are both infected but that doesn't get in the way of your love <3

Ever since the strange days of the apocalypse started, you and Hyunsu made sure to be safe - that's why you stayed in your shared apartment at first.

That was until Hyunsu was infected.

Hyunsu was worried that he would infect you, but you told him that it didn't matter and you would love him no matter what.

Eventually, you did get infected, but you felt perfectly fine - especially with Hyunsu by your side.

When people found out that you were both infected, Eunhyuk decided to lock you two together in one of the rooms in the apartment.

Hyunsu begged for you to not be locked up but you didn't mind it, but Eunhyuk also declined his request.

Now, you and Hyunsu were starting to be let out more and socialize with other people. (Although it was awkward).

"That sweater looks cute on you," you cooed. "I think you should get more like that."

Hyunsu wore a blue sweater - it was from one of the bins located in the main lobby for anyone, and he decided to wear it, but you loved it more than he did. "Really?"

"Of course," you stood on your tip-toes and gave him a peck on the cheek. "You look cute in anything."

Hyunsu laughed, scratching the back of his neck as he was flustered. "You look cute in anything too."

"Thank you." You smiled.

Your moment was interrupted by Eunhyuk who called you to dinner. Dinner time was always difficult as people judged you - mostly Seok-hyun and any of the people were scared.

You took your hand in Hyunsu's, giving it a tight squeeze to prepare not just him but also you for whatever insults would be thrown at you.

Both of you followed Eun-hyuk into the room where everyone ate. You two already gained most of the looks in the room which gave you a little bit of anxiety.

"Hey, hey, Eun-hyuk. What are those monsters doing here?" Seok-hyun snarled, "I don't want my food to be contaminated."

"Seok-hyun," Eun-hyuk started, "not now."

"No," Seok-hyun started, "get out of here, both of you!"

You laughed as the man looked up at you, it was funny. "If you don't want to be infected then don't eat here, simple."

"What did you say?" Seok-hyun mocked your laughing. "You're being smart with me now? I've got to-"

Seok-hyun raised a hand to you but was stopped when Hyunsu held him by the arm tightly. "I know you don't have any manners or human decency, but I would stop if I were you."

You had never heard Hyunsu so serious and defensive. Of course, he defended you, but this was a new side of him.

"I-" Seok-hyun was flustered and embarrassed, he didn't know what to do in the moment. "Eun-hyuk, do something!"

"Just let them eat," Eun-hyuk said before walking out of the room.

────────────

After eating, you and Hyunsu decided to sit elsewhere in the building. Your backs against the wall as Hyunsu held your hand in his lap.

You had your head rested on his shoulder as a sigh escaped you. He noticed immediately and squeezed your hand. "What's wrong?"

"It's hard being like this," you started. "I don't mind being infected, of course it isn't ideal, but I just wish people wouldn't be so quick to judge."

"Hey," Hyunsu rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand comfortingly. "Who cares what people think? Especially Seok-hyun, he's an asshole."

You laughed. "You can say that again."

"Besides, I won't judge you," he told you. "Even if I wasn't infected."

"You're too sweet," you kissed his covered shoulder and smiled. "The best boyfriend I could've asked for."

"I love you," he blurted out. "So much."

"I love you more." You replied back.

"What should we do tonight?" Hyunsu asked, a smile still remaining on his face. "Do you have any ideas?"

"I wish there were more options," you sighed. "I think we should just be with each other. I want us to have a nice sleep."

"That sounds nice to me," Hyunsu smiled. "I'm sorry about what happened today, by the way. You didn't deserve that."

"It's okay," you told him. "Thank you for defending me. I appreciate it and I meant to thank you before."

"I'll always be here to defend you, I promise."

"And I will do the same for you." You smiled, leaning in the peck his cheek.

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It started to get late as you and Hyunsu went into your room to get some sleep, or at least attempt to.

You two were the only ones locked up in the 'infected room' but it was nice, just being away from everyone and not have anyone complaining about being near them.

Eun-hyuk was nice enough to give you two a mattress from one of the rooms downstairs. It was slightly comfortable but being next to Hyunsu was the only thing that mattered to you.

You lay down on the bed, a sigh of relief escaping you lips as the tiredness dawned over you. Being infected could be hard - you were often tired and needed your rest.

Sometimes when you were in bed, the thoughts about what could happen after the apocalypse appeared in your head. What would happen if everything went back to normal yet you and Hyunsu were the only infected people? Would they take you in? Would they-

"Hey," Hyunsu snapped you out of your thoughts, "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay. Just tired," you told him, smiling. "Are you?"

"'I'm also tired." Hyunsu smiled back.

"Let's sleep." You turned on your side, Hyunsu shifted closer and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you even closer to him.

"I love you," he said, kissing you one last time - this time on your arm. "Infected, whatever, I love you no matter what."

"I love you no matter what either," you told him. "I'll love you forever."

[wifeyifey]

Bayverse!TMNT x flirty!affectionate!fem!reader Part 2

Alright so this is part 2 of the requested Part 1

This one somehow came out steamier than the first one?? Idk why my mind was racing when I wrote theirs because I'm a sucker for the nerdy and funny kind of people lol. It's not smut but it is steamy and there is a bit of humor at the end of Mikey'... ANYWAYS here is part 2

Request: it was asked to write a super flirty femme reader who does it so much and the boys just want to make you theirs finally (I lost the request to the cosmos unfortunately)

Characters: Donatello and Michelangelo

(I know that I did this for the turtles, but I also feel like doing one for Bayverse April cause awooga)

Donatello:

You and Donnie had been tinkering in his lab for a couple hours at this point. You were so tired and wanted to go to bed. It’s not unusual for you to go take a nap in Donnie’s bed considering he never slept in it. You did have clothes that you could change into as well cause it’s usually more comfortable than what you’re wearing when you get to the lair. 

You put down whatever you were working on and walked over to Donnie. You rested your head against his shoulder, “What are you working on D?” “Uh, well. I’m working on something for you actually.” This made you perk up instantly, “for me? Well, what is it?” you asked, putting your face closer to his. “It’s uh, ya know. U-Um. Well, it’s something to add to your keys that if you press it, your phone gives me a SOS signal with your location and it’s also an extremely loud alarm to try to scare them away. I know you’ve been dealing with some weird people on your walks home from work or from April’s and I want to make sure I’ll be able to get to you as soon as possible,” he said, pushing up his glasses. “Oh, Donnie! Baby boy, that’s so sweet of you!” you squealed as you grabbed the side of his face and kissed him all over his cheek. “H-Hey! Wait! Let me at least put down the thing so it doesn’t go off!” he stumbled out. You took a small pause and let him put it down. He then turned his body and looked at you with tired, but happy eyes. You stepped in between his spread legs and put your hands on his upper thighs, your right thumb rubbing affectionately. His hands hesitantly went to your hips. He’s getting a bit better at dealing with your affection, it still very much gets to him though, but he’s working on returning at least some of your affection. 

Donnie took off his goggles and placed them on the table next to him. He then leaned forward and placed his forehead against your shoulder. You instantly put your hand on the back of his head and rubbed your hand over his head affectionately. “Come on Donnie. Let’s go to bed for a bit, yeah? I’m not taking no for an answer,” you heard him sigh as he then lifted his head with a small ok. He stood up and turned the lights off above his desk. You grabbed his hand and guided him toward his room. You sat him down on his bed and helped him take off his gear and after every single piece, you gave him a small kiss starting from his shoulder and making your way to his neck. If he could blush, he would be a tomato. He can feel the warmth in his face though, and he’s wondering if you notice it. With how tired he is, he feels like he’s losing his internal battle of the constraint of keeping his hands to himself. He knows the next time you touch him, he might not hold back. You put your hand under his chin and lifted his face up so you could look into his eyes. “Donnie, baby, go ahead and take off your shoes and change into your sweats. I’m going to the bathroom to change into that big shirt you just got me. Ok?” you leaned down to rub your nose against his. He closed his eyes and leaned into the nose rub and his hands were put on the back of your thighs and brushed his thumbs against the sides of them. When you pulled away, he opened his eyes and looked deep into yours before looking down at your lips and licking his. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s change. You don’t have to leave the room either. I just wanna go to bed with you, love.” You smiled at the new nickname he gave you and the fact that he was comfortable enough to let you change in the same room as him. “You sure it’s ok to change in here with you?” “Y-Yeah, we can just face the opposite way so you don’t feel uncomfortable sweetheart.” You nodded as Donnie stood up and went to his dresser to hand you your shirt and get his sweats. 

To be respectful, Donnie asked if it was ok to turn around and since you were just taking off your pants after putting on the oversized shirt. He had turned around just as you were taking your jeans off your ankles so you were bent forward. He sucked in some air and held it to keep from letting out a moan. His eyes started at your ankles and dragged up to look at the cute pink, cheeky panties. He was hoping he wasn’t visibly hard through his sweats, but knowing the thin material, and his anatomy, it’s at least a little visible. You had turned around to ask if he was ok when you looked at him and noticed the way his sweats sit low on his hips, showing more than you’ve ever seen from him. Your eyes automatically trailed down to the bulge that was becoming more and more visible. Donnie looked down and noticed the way he’s WAY more visible than what he was comfortable with. He was extremely embarrassed at this point and he was about to stutter out some lame excuse when you walked up to him and rested your hands against his abs. He felt his heart racing and was afraid you could hear it, maybe even feel it. “You don’t have to be nervous Donnie, it’s ok. It’s natural and we don’t have to do anything. We can just go to bed baby,” you said as his hands came up to cover your hands. He grabbed one of your hands and brought it up to his face, placing your hand against his cheek, and kissing the inside of your wrist. His other hand going down the length of your arm and trailing down to the small of your back and pulling you into him. He could feel the softness of your breasts placed against his chest and to keep himself from losing control, he places his forehead against yours. “My darling, I… You’re the only one to make me feel like this. I love you so much and I’m tired of holding back how I feel for you,” he whispered. “Then don’t hold back,” you whispered back. Something in him snapped and he put his hands just under your ass as he lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around him. You throw your arms around his neck and finally kiss him on the lips. He got so lost in the kiss and he couldn’t help but let his hands roam. One went under your shirt and up your back to grip the back of your neck and the other holding you up against him. “You’re mine,” he groaned out. “Only yours, Donnie.”

Michelangelo:

I know it’s not a surprise that Mikey flirts with you. He 100% doesn’t back up his flirty comments cause he has a tiny voice in his head that says you aren’t attracted to him. Even if you flirt back with him, he shuts down immediately. His brain can’t compute that you actually mean what you say when flirting. He’s a touchy person too, but you return those affections and then some?? He accepts it happily, but man the one thing he REALLY wants is to have a heated make out sesh with you with a sprinkle of you grinding on his lap. He shouldn’t be thinking about this on the living room couch of all places. He put his remote in his lap and stared at the ‘YOU LOSE’ screen. He thought of you again and how he just wants to show you the love that he holds back on.

Before his mind could think more into the fantasy, you come up behind him to give him a little scare. “Boo!” you said as you wrap your arms around his neck from behind. “OH! Angelcakes! I was just about to message you babygirl,” he said as his hands went up to your arms. You smile as you tangle your fingers with his and go to give him a few kisses on his cheek. “Oh, so you were thinking about me, hmm? Am I always on your mind, Mikey?” you hum into your next cheek kiss and swing both of your hands. He held his breath afraid you read his mind before coming over and turned his head to look at you and tried to give his goofy smile. “You should be tired with how much you run through my mind baby,” you end up giggling at that and squeal with how cute he is. You press a kiss to his shoulder before letting go of his hands and walking in front of him to put your hands just above his knees. You were wearing a low cut v-neck today and with you leaning forward, he got a good look at your cleavage and swallowed hard. You could see his eyes ogling you and did everything you could to hold back your smirk. You stood up and stepped between his open legs. Your hand going under his chin to look you in the eyes. “Are you ok, Mikey? You seem a bit distracted sweetheart,” you said softly. He looked into your eyes and smiled softly, “I’m ok, Y/N. C’mere pretty girl,” he said, patting his lap, moving the remote from his lap. You could feel the heat in your face as you’ve never sat in his lap before. You were about to turn to sit when he grabbed one of your hands and the other went to the back of your thigh to pull you forward. You start to straddle him as he puts your hand over his shoulder. 

With legs on the outside of his and arms wrapped around his neck, you lean forward to rub your nose against his. You were a little nervous and started to play with the ends of his mask. He could sense your nervousness because he too was a little nervous. His hands went to your hips with one going under your shirt a little bit to rub his thumb against your soft skin. “Angelcakes… I just want you to be my girl already,” you smile at him and giggle a little. “Turns out we want the same thing, Mikey.” This caused him to give you the goofiest smile with you mirroring him. Grabbing the sides of his face you smash your lips to his in a flurry of small kisses and giggles from you both. Mikey’s arms wrapped around your waist with one under your shirt, giving you just enough skin-to-skin contact, and held you close to him as he deepened the kisses. You hum into the kiss, pulling him closer. He pushes you down a bit in his lap and grinds up into you slightly making him hiss and you let out a moan. He shoves his tongue into your mouth and tangles it with yours. Suddenly there’s someone clearing their throat making Mikey throw you off him and standing up quickly, “I WASN’T DOING ANYTHING!” You groan at the impact, “Y/N, holy shit. Baby, I’m so sorry!” He bent down to help you up as you looked at who walked in on you only to be met with Raphael staring right back at you. “Uhhh, hey Raphie,” you said with a little wave. “Don’t ‘Raphie’ me when Mikey’s trying to hide the boner-” “Dude!” Raphael roared with laughter as you both headed towards Mikey’s room, but not without Raph giving him a pat on his shoulder and an ‘I told ya she likes ya’.

Requests are open!! lmk what yall think!!

[lesbianslvt666]

Hi, how are you?

can u imagine the reader is ellie's girlfriend and one day she goes on the reader's instagram and sees a guy sending nasty messages to the reader and it makes her angry, something like ellie texts the guy threatening him and then she argues with the reader for not telling her about it and that ends up with ellie fucking the reader hard, but being cute in the end? ty 😘

Hello love 💕

Not proofread lol

Cw: smut, mean!Ellie, kinda sub!Reader i guess, slaps, fingering (R! Receiving), kinda denigration, squirting, over stimulation. Rushed ending. Idk what else lol

Ellie and you trusted each other so much.

You where the one with the idea of having both face id’s on your phones, so when you where doing something else Ellie could look for a song or do whatever.

And now was very handy. Ellie was bored out of her mind, you had offered to cook something fast to watch a movie and her phone was dead.

She unlocked it and went straight to instagram, she loved watching your pics and you had the most random explore page.

It wasn’t a secrete that you had too many unread messages, i mean, look at you! Pretty and talented, a lot of randoms followed you there either for your fashion or your looks or to watch you paint or to hear snippets of your songs.

Ellie thought it was a good laugh to go thorough your your requests, people where shameless sometimes, sometimes funny, and other times like right now, where just so nasty.

The ugliest dude with only one misogynistic meme on his page. The messages started as “flirtatious” (dry and awkward) but as time went by the messages got more and more aggressive and sexually suggestive.

Her blood was boiling, her free hand was scrunching the duvet with so much force that her finger where burning.

Without a second thought she started to type, every word more aggressive than the last one, she typed the last words fast and sent it, she left you phone down, face red, her anger was blinding her.

You entered the room with two plates of food.

“Babe, ya’ wanna help me with the drinks? Couldn’t bring them and-“ your word cut off by her scoff, your eyes traveling to her.

“Whats wrong Ells?” Your words careful after leaving the plates down.

“Angel, you remember when i told you that if anyone ever even dared looking at you the wrong way you were to tell me? Like right away?” Her hand traveling all the was up caressing from you hand up you arm to your face.

She places a stray hair behind your pretty ear. “Yes baby” your voice small, her face changed. “You don’t have anything to tell me?” Her middle and thumb fingers grabbed you harshly.

Moving your face to her liking, looking at you in a way that kinda scared you, however that only made your wetness pool on you panties.

“No baby, i promise” her eyes went dark, blown pupils, her lust mixing with anger. “You slutty lair” her mouth attacking yours with hunger.

She was feeling every part of you and you let her, although your confusion was fighting for dominance against your lust.

“Wait baby, what- ahhh- what why… mmmhhh” you couldn’t speak correctly, her mouth leaving marks on your neck and her hands squeezing your ass harshly was enough to make you delirious.

“There’s” a slap on your eyes made you squeeze your cunt on nothing, eyes closing shut. “A stupid bitch” another slap. “on your request” and she took this time to manhandle you to the bed.

she sat without a word and bed you over her lap. “His messages are very disgusting angel” slap. “Why didn’t you told me?” Her hands massaging your ass to let you speak.

“I just.. umm.. i dint wanted to ummmhaaaaa.. worry you baby!” After every word you spoke her hand traveled further in between your legs.

“It was nothing… mmmmhhaaaa!” Her hand slapped your cunt when you said that, anger filling her again.

“Nothing?” Her face coming close to your face. “Can i take this off princess?” Her fingers hooking up at the waist band of your butty shorts. “Yes, Ellie yessss please, touch me, do anything!”

She took it, taking down your shorts and panties.

Soaked pussy glistening with your milky essence.

She licked her lips while moving her fingers up and down, the stimulation too much.

She inserted two fingers out of nowhere, the pain mixing with delicious pleasure.

“Fuck baby, yes, like that…” your voice just above a whisper. Her hand moving in and out of your pussy so hard your juices where dripping down yours and her leg. You couldn’t take it any longer.

She stopped all movements, carrying you to the bed, taking off your shirt and hers, she knew how much you liked seeing her boobs bounce when she fucked you.

“You better tell me, this shit, even if its not important okay bitch?” Her hand glistening with your cum massaging your boobs, pinching hard and without a care, your body squirming at the feeling, and after all the juices where clean on your tits, she moved to your neck, pressing your wind pipe softly, loving how your mouth opened and your eyes rolled back in bliss.

And thats how she fucked you for the past hour, fingers in and out through your squirts and highs, aiming for over stimulation, and when you simply couldn’t take it any more. She stopped.

She knew your body like the palm of her hand and she know she was overstepping her boundaries. Even if you loved it.

She knew you’ll be sore in the morning and she didnt wanted you to feel uncomfortable.

She give your clit a sweet kiss, going all the way up to your face, she kiss all over, both giggling at her sweet change.

“I love you baby, i just don’t want anyone to make you feel bad or anything” she was a bit awkward, feelings weren’t an easy thing for her.

She took a soft towel that she bought especially for this cause she thought “the normal towels could be too rough on your pretty skin”, wet it a bit and came back to clean you.

She tossed the towel back to the bathroom and took both plates, both of you now under the covers and cuddling on the bed, she pressed play on the Lorax and you laughed at that.

“I love you Ellie” you said looking up at her.

“I love you more baby” she said kissing you on the forehead.

“Fuck i forgot the drinks” she said followed by a groan.

Hope you liked this baby 💋🫶

[sweet-villain]

A Mix up~ E.M

Anonymous asked:

Hi I am new to your blog I hope you get this request. It is a funny cute one shot will a little angst ig.

Reader thinks that Chrissy is trying to get in between there relationship with Eddie. So of course the reader get jealous. Then plot twist Eddie overhears Chrissy talking to someone maybe a cheerleader or robin that she likes the reader now it is Eddie’s turn to be jealous. Idk I just thought it would be cute and funny.

@ceriseheaven

Angst/ Fluff

You paused in your step as your eyes locked on the Hellfire table. There in your seat, sat Chrissy Cunningham. Why? You continued to make your way over when you paused again. It was Eddie's laugh that caught your attention.

She pushed his shoulder as she laughed along with him. Your eyes turned into slits and your jaw tensed making your way to sit down next to Dustin instead.

" how was your presentation?" Dustin asked. You had worked on in and rehearsed it with him a couple of times. Eddie had heard it too. You were a wreck this morning, Eddie had reassured you that it would go well. You were the top student in the class.

" it went well' you dryly say. Eddie paused his conversation with Chrissy as he looked over to you. You had yet to greet him or even looked at him. A frown placed on his face as his doe eyes continue to look at you.

You poked your food with your fork hearing Chrissy talk to Eddie. For a moment, you looked down at yourself seeing what you wore today. A skirt, with a shoulder off shirt paired off with some boots. It was cute. But it's nothing compared to Chrissy Cunningham.

" I've gotta go, thank you for talking to me, Eddie" Chrissy says. From the corner of your eyes, she placed her hand on top of it and gave it a squeeze. Eddie thought nothing of it as what you thought.

The green monster inside of you was itching to come out.

You sighed as you stood up from your seat catching everyone's attention. You hadn't looked at any one of them since you sat. Your hands held the tray of untouched food as you walked around the table. Eddie reached his hand out to catch you but you had moved away in top, dropping your lunch into the trash as you headed out the door.

" Did something happen?" Mike asks, " is she okay?"

Eddie frowned looking at the door that you walked through. He noticed the upset look on your face when you walked in but thought nothing of it. You had done your presentation well, so what was the matter?

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You had your headphones on your head as you walked down the road to your house. Eddie was suppose to give you a ride home but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of having the conversation where he talked to Chrissy.

You were too busy humming the song you were listening to, not bothering to hear the sound of Eddie's van driving down the road you were walking on. It halted a few steps before you but you kept your eyes straight as Eddie got out of the van and made his way over to you.

Your headphones were ripped off your head, you turned around and ready to lay a punch on whomever had done it when you noticed your boyfriend.

" What do you want, Edward?" you scoffed, putting your headphones around your neck. He eyed the look on your face and the roll of the eye.

" What's up with you? What happened at lunch?" he asks. You shrugged, kicking the rock that was on the ground like you were interesting in doing that than looking at him.

" You know you can talk to me" he says. He reached out and grabbed into your hand that loosely was in a closed fist by your side. He ran his thumb over your knuckles in comfort.

" Let me drive you home" he motions to his van.

" I can walk. I have legs" you raised your eyes to look at him. His face flashed hurt across it that you were denying the ride from him. " I'm sorry" he says, apologizing anyways even though he doesn't know what he did to upset you.

" it's fine" you answered. You were about to turn around and continue your way home when he wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you back around.

" I'm not letting you walk all the way home. Get in" he motioned with his head towards the van. " It's fine" you shrugged. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

" Sweetheart, please get into the van. I don't want to argue with you right now" you pursed your lips looking towards the road and then back at him.

" Okay" you simply said and he opened the door for you, holding his hand out to help you get in. You didn't grab it as you got in, he frowned and closed the door. He walked around to the other side and got in.

He looked over to you to only have his frown deepen when he saw you were looking out the window with your arm across your chest. His hand gripped the wheel as he started the van.

" 'm sorry" he mumbled again.

You gave him no answer as he drove you home.

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You slammed your locker door shut, hand gripping tight on your notebook as you walked past Eddie who was in a conversation with Chrissy again.

" I'm not sure if they will like me. We haven't really talked as much, they always seem in their own world when I'm around" Chrissy says as she shyly looks at Eddie. Her stomach feels like it's tied in knots and her breathe hitches when you walk past her.

" Maybe you should talk to them, offer to help study with them or ask about what they like to do in their free time" Eddie says. His heart sinks when he sees you walk past him without uttering a word.

The two of you haven't really talked as much since the whole Chrissy sitting in your spot situation.

" Thank you, Eddie" Chrissy reached over to hug him, his eyes got wide as he stood frozen in his spot. Your eyes locked with his when you turned around to look at him and the look on your face, broke his heart.

Tears sprang in your eyes when you looked at him before going to class.

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Chrissy made her way into the classroom that you had walked in. her high pony tail swinging side to side as she sat down next to you. The pencil in your hand that you had, had stopped writing when you noticed her presence.

" Hi Y/N" she greeted you, throwing a smile your way. Her heart skipped when you turned to glance at her. No emotion on your face making her sink in her seat.

" Hi Chrissy" you greeted her with a nod. She felt like that was the first step she made with you. She opened her notebook and nervously twisted the pencil in her hand as she continue to look at you.

" Do you need something?" you asked her. The class was about to start and you weren't about to have her staring at you through it. You felt uncomfortable.

" I was wondering what do you like to do in your free time?" she asks, biting her bottom lip doing what Eddie had told her. You shrugged.

" Lots of things" you mumbled, not really caring that she was talking to you. You were more jealous that she was having Eddie's attention and he wasn't giving you any.

" Oh" she shyly look down at the table as the teacher walked in.

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" Munson!" Steve greet Eddie with a pat on his back as Eddie walks into Steve's house for movie night. " Is Y/N here?" he asks, he hasn't seen you in almost a week and misses you.

" yeah, she's in the living room talking to Dustin. I thought you'd be the one driving her but she came here on her bike"

" Thought so too" Eddie walks into the living room to see you talking to Dustin on one side of the couch, a couple of moves were laid on the floor with snacks on the table. You held a bag of gummy worm in your lap.

A snack that you and Eddie shared most of the time.

" Hi Eddie!" Robin greets him with a wave. Eddie throws her a smile but it doesn't reach his eyes. His gazes falls back on you as he makes his way over to the couch.

" Hi Eddie" Dustin greets him with a wave while you were working on opening the bag of gummy worms in your hands. " Need some help?" you heard your boyfriend ask. He doesn't bother to hear your answer as he takes the bag from your hands.

" I-" he cuts you off as he opens it. Your eyes rose to meet his and the first time in almost a week, you can't look away from him. His gaze softens as he reaches up with his hand to caresses your cheek. You closed your eyes feeling his touch.

" I miss you" he whispers. You can feel his breath on your face as he gets closer. His lips brush against yours for a moment when the moment was gone when Steve's voice interrupted.

" Alright love birds, we're here to watch movies and not watch you two suck faces"

" Fuck off, Harrington" Eddie says throwing a gummy bear at him. It bounces off of him and lands on the floor. " Your picking that up, Munson."

Eddie rolls his eyes as he scoots closer to you and wraps an arm around you.

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" Wait, so this whole time it's Y/N you were pinning for? Not Eddie?" Robin asks as she stands outside the school in the parking lot. Chrissy had walked up to Robin to ask her about you and why were you so cold towards her.

She pinches the bridge of your nose, " You do know that she's dating Eddie?" Chrissy shyly looks away as she shrugs. She doesn't really know because at school you and Eddie weren't that affectionate. He didn't want you to get bullied by the others and didn't want any rumors to start about you.

" They both are into each other. They aren't that affectionate in school because mainly Jason would have a ball about it. They are very private around school. I'm sorry"

Eddie is standing around the building overhearing the conversation between and a pang of hurt runs through him. Chrissy was into you? Not him? Since when?

He didn't blame Chrissy for being into you. You were beyond beautiful.

He huffed as he pus out the cigarette he was smoking with his foot as he made his way around the corner to let them know of his presence.

" Oh Eddie, hey" Robin greets him. Chrissy turned her head as her eyes got wide thinking he heard her conversation with Robin but he doesn't say anything which makes her feel a little better.

" Hi Eddie" Chrissy shyly says.

" Hi" Eddie makes his way over to the van, frown on his face as he stands besides it and waits for you. The door opens minutes later and Chrissy turns in time to see you adjusting your bag on your shoulder as you headed out the doors.

Robin pushes her into you as she stumbles.

" Woah there, Cunningham" her cheeks flush red as she clear there throat and stands straighter. " Sorry" she says.

" You have something to tell her, why don't you tell Y/N what's going" your eyebrows knit together in hopes that Robin would tell you to get it over with.

" For the past few days..." Chrissy looked away shyly. " I have been having these feelings or this crush.." you nodded ready for her to tell you how she likes your boyfriend. " this crush on you.." she finishes.

Your eyes blink a couple of times as you process what she just said to you.

" Me? You like me?" you asked her, in disbelief. She nods as she puts her hair behind her ears.

" I'm flattered, but I'm dating someone" she nods as she looks behind her and at Eddie. " Robin told me. You two make a cute couple. He's so lucky"

Eddie watches as you talk to Chrissy and jealousy runs through him as he watches.

" Thank you. I'm sorry if I thought you and Eddie were flirting... he means the world to me and I hate to lose him" you tell her. She shakes her head.

" Eddie is a great guy but you're the one that took my breath away"

" I like flattery, it works on me. But I'm in love with my boyfriend"

She nods, " I hope we can be friends."

" I'd like that too" she lets you go with another smile as you make your way to your boyfriend who doesn't look pleased.

" What's with the face?" you motioned to it. He huffed.

" Did you know pom poms over there has a crush on me? Out of all people it was me"

He looks away with a pout on his face.

" What's the matter? Did you really think I'd drop you for her? I love you, you silly boy" He huffed out his chest when he hears the word" boy."

" I don't see no boy here, you must have the wrong person" he says causing you to laugh. You roll your eyes.

" Stop it, I can tell from the look on your face that your jealous that she is crushing on me. I'm quite a nerd. Who knew cheerleaders were into nerds?"

" I'm not jealous of anything" he mutters. You took a step towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck. " You, Munson are the only one for me."

He wraps his arms around you as he leans his forehead on yours.

" Better me and you're my nerd. My pretty nerd"

[ticklish-n-stuff]

The turns have tabled

I'm so insane over these two, I just had to get it out of my system. I feel like this is ass but also cute?? Idk I hope I did them justice sjfjjsjdjdjd

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Cyno x Tighnari (gey)

Lee: Tighnari

Ler: Cyno

Warnings: Tickles!

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Tighnari was usually the one taking care of others and scolding them for their wreckless behavior, but now he found himself on the receiving end...

"I already told you, I'm fine!".

"Hi fine, I'm Cyno" the mahamatra replied with his usual deadpan expression.

"Ugh! It's just a cold, I can manage just fine- achoo!" Tighnari's nose scrunched up, looking like a little strawberry from the sniffles.

"Yeah yeah... Lay back down, that's an order" Cyno lightly pushed against his shoulder, forcing Tighnari to lay back down on bed.

"Hmph, I don't get why you must make a big fuss over it" the forest ranger huffed, crossing his arms as his ears drooped in annoyance. It almost caused the general mahamatra to chuckle at his childish display.

Cyno went quiet for a moment, laying down besides Nari as he lightly scratched at his scalp in a soothing way. "You're always looking out for us, so allow me to return the favor".

"Geh.." Tighnari tried to fight off the way his body relaxed at the touch, but already feeling so weak from his sickness, he let out a soft sigh. Closing his eyes as he leaned against Cyno's hand.

"See? Isn't that better than arguing against me?".

"Hmph" Tighnari pouted as he snuggled closer against Cyno, resting his head against his chest. The booming sound of his heartbeat gave him a sense of peace. All while the mahamatra kept gently scratching at Nari's head, occassionally brushing against his ears.

"Mph, tickles..." the forest ranger's ears lightly twitched with each touch, but he didn't bother telling the other to stop. The mahamatra kept quiet as his fingertips lightly traced the shell of his partner's ears, earning a louder giggle. "Ehehe, Cyno..." he whined out, his body lightly shaking in ticklishness.

"Y'know what they say, laughter is the best medicine" there was a faint smirk on Cyno's face as he moved his hands to Tighnari's middle, gently cupping at his sides.

"Wahait! Not thahahat!" Tighnari's face heated up, soft laughter pouring out of his lips as Cyno's thumbs gently rubbed at the sensitive spot of his hips. He lightly squirmed from side to side, but overall was too tired to put up much resistance, not like he wanted to.

"Not that? Then, is this better?" Cyno's hand shot up to Nari's tummy, softly scratching right at the center.

"EHEEK! NOHOHO! YOU KNOHOW HOW BAD IT IS!".

"It's funny how much you complain, and yet don't tell me to stop. I wonder why that is" Cyno's face was as stoic as ever, and yet his words were enough to shoot butterflies all over Tighnari's tummy, that and the tickles.

They stayed like that for a while, Cyno attacking him with light touches as Tighnari lost his mind in his hysterics.

"EHEHE! OKAHAY- *HIC* ENOHOHOUGH *HIC*".

Finally getting word to stop, Cyno retracted his hands and opted to just cuddle with the fox boy.

Tighnari took in deep breaths, his body still feeling the leftover tingles. That alone was enough to keep his cheeks pink a while longer.

The forest ranger looked like he was about to say something, but ended up falling asleep right there and then in the mahamatra's arms. A soft smile of satisfaction formed across Cyno's lips.

"Sleep well..." he mumbled as he placed a gentle kiss at the top of Nari's head, falling into a peaceful sleep alongside him.

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[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

HAIIIII omg I love ur writing. Pretty pls do an outsiders fandom ship for me?? You’re so amazing pretty gorgeous intelligent ethereal bewitching pooks<333 mwah /platonic

ok so I am 16 and I think average height (idk how tall I actually am lol). I have straight black hair that goes down to my waist, and my eyes are almond-shaped and almost black-brown. My skin tone is pale with a few freckles on my shoulders and legs!! My style is a mix of coquette, lovecore, rococo, romantic academia and Lolita. I’m always wearing some sort of light pink + white, and my fav jewelry to wear is pearls and rose quarts!!

Personality wise, I think I’m pretty friendly! I’m not super extroverted, but most ppl at my school like me and I don’t get involved in drama a lot since I just do my work and daydream. People have told me I’m a lil creepy- I have really big eyes and a wide stare, so when I zone out I accidentally stare into people’s souls a lot lmao. Besides intense eye contact, I also have a habit of forgetting to breathe and randomly freezing in place when I’m really focused on something. My default expression is kinda like a deer in headlights, except I’m not really scared, I’m just standing there unmoving (I’m amazing at statues :D)

As for my hobbies, I LOVE photography!! I take pictures of my food, my school, my outfits, places I go to, etc. I like making scrapbooks and I’m a bit of a hoarder, so I have tons of crafts in my room. Stickers are something I’m obsessed with too, so I frequently collect them and sometimes don’t even use them cuz I prefer to keep them on display

Mwah mwah, tysm pookieee!! <3333

Thank you for the compliment oh em geeeeee 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

Your outsiders ship: Dallas Winston

Explanation: OK so for me I had a hard time picking between Dally and Johnny and the one thing that kind of like separated it was I really like the enemies to lovers tension that you and Dallas absolutely have. I think he would absolutely find you attractive because I personally think that he does like really really long hair and he would absolutely love playing with it. Probably tugging it around and kind of annoying you sometimes but you know it’s mostly friendly and I also think that he would absolutely love your style. I mean he’s never really seen a broad like you since New York and just to have that brought to his boring old town of Tulsa Oklahoma is pretty crazy, and you stand out like a sore thumb in a good way. (you probably would’ve met when he was cat calling you were street harassing you.) I think he really loves your eyes because they kind of remind him of Johnny’s big ones and he absolutely loves that you can just get lost in them even though he would of course never admit that to anyone. As for your hobbies, I hope you give up taking pictures on anything that isn’t Dallas Winston because that is absolutely what you would be doing as his partner. I’m sorry, but you better commit yourself to being his personal photographer because I know this man is a photobomber. (it would skyrocket his ego if you ever took a photo of him because he’s just like that.) I feel like if you begged and pleaded, he would let you put a sticker on him, and if the gang ever found out, he would not hear the end of it and then probably would never let you do it again, which is why you would need to do it when he’s sleeping because it would be funny as hell whenever he wakes up and yells your name. Super cute. I love the enemies to lovers vibes here. 💚💚💚

[airenyah]

Sex scenes don't bother me as much as kiss scenes. When the characters are making out in a way that indicates it will lead to sex, I'd scream at the screen "Just take off your pants and start grinding under the covers already!" because I cannot watch them mash their mouths together for another second.

That being said, I'm not a huge fan of sex scenes because firstly—I can't take the movements seriously, and if there's sound effects, there's also a high chance of me laughing. Secondly, the squishiness of the human body is another thing I can't take seriously. When I first watched the Only Friends trailer, and I saw that scene where Sand thumbs Ray's tattoo, I thought it was a butt tattoo because of the way the skin bounced in slow-motion, but no, it's actually a hip tattoo; the human skin is just that springy on every part of the body. While everyone was going crazy because of the tattoo-touch, I'm laughing because the bounce was so pronounced.

Basically, kiss scenes ick me out while sex scenes are comedy.

omg that sounds like such a fun way to experience sex scenes tho!! i wish my reaction was more like that rather than convulsion. i'd much rather experience a comedy show tbh dfjkkdgj

also interesting point you bring up about the human body being so squishy. i never really thought about it but yeah. human bodies are just so weird?????? actually, only the other week i was talking with another friend (who's likely also ace-spec) about just how humans (and tbh even animals) will just have things dangling from them?? whether it be genitalia or boobs or whatever. like, those body parts are just... hanging there?? and technically even your arms but at least you can control those. meanwhile my boobs will just bounce depening on what movements i make and i can't control them and they're just hanging from my chest while i go about my life. like, why?? i want dog boobs where you mostly have just the nipples and they only really get big when i have an actual child to feed (i know human breasts also swell when they fill with milk during a pregnancy, but why do i have to have two balls of meat hanging from my chest even when i'm not pregnant?? who thought of this design??). coming back to your point of the human body being so squishy and actually yeah, i'm realizing now that i can't take it seriously when people talk about how hot boobs are precicely because boobs are so squishy and also so wobbly and just. how is this not funny to people? dkdfjdjfk

and lmao i remember everyone going crazy over the tattoo!!!!! i realized right away that it's on the hip but maybe that was bc i remembered the placement of it from the eclipse. which is also why that scene didn't make me laugh, i was actually too busy trying to read what it said bc in the eclipse we never got to see that tattoo up close enough in order to be able to read it. so while everyone was freaking out i was just sitting in my corner like "omg so the tattoo says 'beautiful'???" i'd been wondering about it for a year ever since the eclipse, so i was just excited to finally know what it says bc i'm a nosy ass bitch lmao

anyway, i love hearing about your experiences. it's so fascinating how varied the ace experience can be and how specific things affect everyone differently. and i think it's also cool to hear what things other ace people pick up/focus on while the allosexuals are busy drooling over whatever is happening on screen dkjkdkjg

the kissing... idk, i can't tell you why it doesn't actually bother me that much or why i might even enjoy it. although i do have to say, the act of kissing does look extremely weird. sometimes (usually during longer kiss/make-out scenes) i'll be sitting there and suddenly it'll hit me that "actually kissing looks SO strange, whose idea was it for kissing to be a thing??"

sometimes in my head the kissing just conjurs up the image of a fish opening and closing it's mouth, like so:

except, you know, kissing involves two people so in reality it's more like:

[thetaekookcloset]

I hope you feel better! I wanted to share some non-shippers takes on tkks relationship.

I’ve heard some say that taehyung is jealous of jungkook getting more lines in a song, and that was the reason their relationship becAme strenuous, and therefore distant. They concluded that that was why taehyung was singing with jungkook when he wasnt on the song. Ive gotta say… i dont think i have ever seen taehyung jealous of jungkook’s talents and abilities (and vice versa). One thing that sticks out like a sore thumb to me is whenever, literally whenever, jungkook does something, taehyung has the most fond look on his face. Take for example chris martin telling kook his voice is beautiful, or when jungkook threw the baseball. If he were actually jealous, he wouldnt have that “deeply fond” look on his face. Thats the kind of look i have on my fave when im proud of someone i love.

Others say the reason they’ve drifted apart is because v stole kooks girlfriend. 😭 i have no words for that one. If that were the case, i dont think a 5 minute convo would have solved the problem, but thats just my take. I mean.. if my so-called “friend” stole my partner, i wouldnt be cuddling them the next day or punching their abs😭. Its funny how everyone comes to a different conclusion based on the same content we watch because i never had to watch anything other than bighit content to feel like their relationship was different. It wasnt one specific moment or video for me, i just had this feeling that something was different between them.

I really didnt want to think so because i wasnt big on shipping or anything. Maybe its because i started by watching old content because new bighit content is definitely not the same. Idk, i just notice that new armys are different from old armys. In general, new bts content isnt the same as the old one. The old ones feel more spontaneous, less monitored, and NO im not referring to solely taekook content, but the content *in general*. If you watch the first run episodes or old bangtan bombs, you will understand what i mean. Idk why bighit thinks following the typical idol image, when BTS has literally been the ANTITHESIS of being an “idol” from the very beginning, almost as soon as they achieved mainstream success. If you ever say you miss their old music or if you miss their old content, you would be shamed into oblivion… but like isnt that what bts implied in festa? They werent too keen on their new releases. Lots of old armys got into bts because not only were they really talented despite coming from a small company (back then), but they felt a lot more open with their audience compared to other idols, so it was sad to see how more and more controlled content became.

Lol yeah there are a few non-shipper perspectives that I could see as being real possibilities, but I don’t think there’s any evidence to suggest that Taehyung is jealous of Jungkook’s ability, talent, or limelight, and even less to suggest that one or the other of them stole the other’s girlfriend lmao that’s hilarious to me.  And people say we make things up!

I do agree that there seems to be quite a big difference, across the board, between much older Big Hit content and the content since they started to gain a lot more popularity.  Unfortunately, I think that’s sort of bound to happen in pretty much any situation like that.  The bigger something is, the more profitable it is, the greater the need (or at least, the perceived need) to keep it squeaky clean and as appealing as possible en masse, which means the less real it can be.  It’s like the Mickey Mouse-ification of BTS lol.

It’s too bad, but it’s probably inevitable when something reaches that scale of popularity.

[theygotlost]

FRANCIS. and donnie. and…… 🙈 ezzie… ezzie dax.

jesus christ this is long. im putting it under a readmore

franny:

Sexuality Headcanon: bisexual. I don't think he realized it until his teen/adult years and now it doesnt really affect his life much now since he married piama so young but I can also see him using the fact he likes men as a way to rebel against lois (sidnote i wouldnt really consider lois homophobic if any of her kids came out she would be like "well i believe in equality so I'm going to make all you boys' lives equally miserable regardless of your sexuality. idgaf if you're gay go clean the toilet". um anyway). i just think it would be funny if piama had a celebrity crush or something and she was like wow hes sooo hot and francis would b like yeah he is 🤨😳

Gender Headcanon: i think hes a whiny little cis boy sorry. francisgender

A ship I have with said character: i do think he and piama are cute together :) i just wish she was in the show more and had an actual personality and stuff >:(((((((

A BROTP I have with said character: I like when he's with the rest of his family and gets to hang out with his brothers :) DEWER ESPECIALLY there is something so special to me abt him taking care of dewey and being kinder to him than malcolm and reese are

A NOTP I have with said character: Any other time in the early seasons when he dated a random girl for 1 episode i was like. um ok? but i didnt really HATE any of those

A random headcanon: uhhhh i feel like i should have something prepared to say here but idk. I think he listens to. weezer. fuck this 

General Opinion over said character: FEMINIST WOMEN LOVE FRANCIS. also you already know every opinion ive ever had about francis already but hes so pathetic and stupid I need to squish him between my thumb and forefinger

don of tello lol:

Sexuality Headcanon: HES SO GAYBOY. LOOK AT HIS GAY ASS ANIME GIRL STANCE WHAT IS THISSSSSS

Gender Headcanon: i dont think he is cis or trans i think he is a turtle . i think he can swimming in the water for algaes.  hope this helps

A ship I have with said character: nobody... tbh the ninja turtles are kinda unshippable to me. theyre just Creatures they dont “date”. But im not that far into the show yet so maybe there is another character that he can have a yaoi moment with later. But im not counting on it

A BROTP I have with said character: obviously all 4 of da turtle brothers are awesome together but DONNIE AND MIKEY ARE BESTIE VIBES!! Theyre my 2 favorites and i love their dynamic esp since they get paired up kinda often. I feel like they are the closest to each other out of all of them cause they’re both kind of the “weird” ones. Theyre neurodivergent and a minor. Also i like that donnie calls mikey “michael” its funny

A NOTP I have with said character: theres not really any viable shipping options to like or dislike . other than like the really reprehensible stuff like incest which is just like Why. do you know how sad and upsetting it is that so many tmnt blogs have to stipulate “no incest” in their bio? Can we all be normal and regular please?

A random headcanon: definitely the most online guy. Its really funny to enivision him being like a discord mod and getting into fights with people on reddit. Basically this 👇

General Opinion over said character:  he’s kind so annoying but in a funny and endearing way (much like many of my favorite guys...) but he ourple so that makes up for it. My favorite tutle

ezzie:

Sexuality Headcanon: Dax and all their symbionts are like. Inherently and canonically bisexy

Gender Headcanon: everyone likes to take the “I’m having trouble with my pronouns!!” line out of context 😑 but for real she said “some mornings I don’t know if im a man or a woman until i pull back the sheet” which um... kinda transphobic... we CANCEL the ezri!!!! Jk she can be whatever you want baby. Any pronouns 

A ship I have with said character: MIRROR EZRI INTENDANT KIRA HOT SOAPY BOOBS YURI LESBIAN KISS

A BROTP I have with said character: she has no friends lol sorry. Theres not really any bestie vibes between her and sisko the way there was with jadzia

A NOTP I have with said character: ONE MILLION TIMES JEZRI. WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY!!!! umm also when she started making out with worf i was like fml. That episode got me feeling so worfzia warrior but only because i was thinking “damn i wish jadzia was still here and worf was making out with jadzia instead.” it just feels weird to me 

A random headcanon: idk what do you want me to say. shes so tumblrina.General Opinion over said character: i know ive tormented you enough with the senorita awesome video but that really is how i see her. Im so sorry sam please dont be mad at me but I just don’t like her that much. She’s so #QUIRKY and its really grating. And I know that she didn’t formally complete her training but she is NOT a good ship’s counselor. If i went to my therapist and told her i was depressed or whatever and she was like “yeah sometimes i wanna kill myself too 😋 the #intrusivethoughts are so AWKO TACO!!” i think i would blow my brains out. But in Field of Fire when she was trying to solve that murder case and was hunting down that vulcan guy with a cool gun that was the ONE epsiode where i liked her and thought she was cool. I would like her more if she was badass like that more of the time

[starrysoftie]

 — interrupted | p.p

“five times he almost kissed you and the one time he finally did” 

includes: tasm! Peter Parker

notes: i dont think i’ve seen anybody do this for andrew garfields peter parker and i absolutely love this trope and him so why not write it!

also i still need to edit this but im too lazy 

SPOILER ABOUT TASM (if you haven’t seen it yet or sum idk LOLS): I know uncle ben dies but I literally physically and emotionally cannot accept that fact, so he is perfectly well and alive in this :)

i. when the ac broke

“Why. Is. It. So. Hot.” 

You dramatically collapse on the bed next to Peter, sprawling your limbs out in every direction humanly possible. “I feel... so gross. And sticky.”

“Give me a second to finish this and then I’ll fix the air conditioning.” 

There’s an amused expression on his face as he jokingly pushes your legs off of his stomach, causing you to clumsily fall off and on the floor with a light ‘thump’. 

Groaning, you accept the lopsided position you’ve been subjected to on the ground, too lazy to move and undeniably enjoying the cool sensation of the wood flooring against your warm skin.

“You know the heat’s really not that bad.”

“I never asked.” 

“I think you should be more like me.” He retorts.

“No offense, but gross.”

He gasps dramatically, amusedly watching you lay motionless on his bedroom floor. “Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.”

He smiles.

“Stop smiling. My suffering is not funny Parker.” You grumble, barely audible as you’re talking with your face literally smack on the ground.

“I’m not smiling.”

“Bullshit.”

Finally, he unsurprisingly successfully fixes the air conditioning as cold air circulates throughout the room, revitalizing your immobile body as you eventually peel your face off his bedroom floor to feel the breeze.

“Peter?”

He turns to face you. “Yes?”

Slowly, you stand up and waddle over to him, tackling him in a big sweaty and sticky bear hug that he’s happy to return. “You’re literally my hero.”

“I thought you said you hated me like… what was it? Like three minutes ago?” Wrapping his arms around your waist and tightening his hold, color flushes on his cheeks at close contact between you two. You snuggled your head into the crook of his frame, taking a whiff of his cologne.

“Not anymore.”

“Aw, how kind.”

You pull back after a moment and it takes everything within him to not whine at the loss of your touch, but the big smile on your face makes all his disappointment fade within nanoseconds.

Beaming, you look into his eyes as he raises a hand to brush away a stray hair that’s covering the corner of your eye. There’s a particular look in his eyes that you just can’t label, but it’s... different. A good different. He hooks a gentle hand on your cheek, thumb tilting your head up slightly—

“Peter? Are you home?”

The two of you jump back, a little frightened by the sudden intrusion. You take a look at the door, watching Uncle Ben slowly walking away while erupting into a loud fit of giggles.

Peter sighs. “Oh my god.”

“You really got to get that stupid lock fixed.” You comment.

“I know.”

ii. coffee date

“What’d you get?” He questions as he glances at the video you’re watching, piquing his curiosity. “And more importantly, what are you watching?”

“Shhh.” You hold a finger up to his lips, shushing him.

He sits up a little higher, trying to get a better view of your phone screen. “No actually, what are you doing?”

“Do you see this?”

“Uh yeah? That video of Spiderman is literally all over youtube right now.” He grabs your drink. “Can I try some?”

You nod.

He sips the beverage, giving a hum of approval. “What’s so special about that video anyways? It’s just him beating some dude up.���

“I’m not talking about that.” You zoom in. “I’m talking about this.”

Peter chokes on your drink.

“Did you just zoom in on his ass???”

“Uh yes, obviously.”

He quirks his eyebrows in curiosity, genuinely confused as to what the actual hell you were thinking right now.

“But why?”

“Why not?? Dude, that ass is just... woah.”

He chokes on the beverage once again, but this time some spurts out his nose in a cartoonish manner. Your eyes widen, immediately grabbing some nearby napkins and wiping the coffee off his face.

“Are you okay??”

He nods, rubbing his nose as he tries to ease the pain.

“Yup.” He half-heartedly hums, “Feeling better already.”

You frown. “Are you sure??”

“Yeah.”

“Here, wait... you have some still on your face.” Grabbing the left side of his face, you pulled his face closer to wipe off the rest of the coffee. The two of you lock eyes at the exact same moment, breath hitching in your chest.

Suddenly you’re speechless.

The strange look in his eyes return once more, pupils dilating as he glances down to your lips and back up to meet your gaze. He ever so slightly leans in, seemingly asking for permission.

You lean in slightly as well.

A barista walks up to Peter and taps him on the shoulder, offering the drink that he ordered. He looks sideways before pulling away and grabbing the beverage, offering a kind smile to mask the disappointment etched on his features.

Did we almost... just kiss?

iii. when you found out he was spiderman

You gasped.

No fucking way.

“YOU’RE SPIDERMAN?!”

Peter’s standing in his room, back facing you with his mask off and in his skin-tight spandex suit. Instinctively he raises his hands in defeat, mouth agape yet speechless.

“I-I can explain.” He croaks, dropping the mask on the floor.

“So you’re telling me, that you.” You point an accusing finger at him. “You’re Spiderman?? Like THE Spiderman??”

His eyes narrow, hands slowly falling back down to his sides once he realizes you weren’t as pissed as he expected you to be. “Uh, well— yes.”

“And...” A deep breath. “You never even thought about telling me?”

“Well I mean I did but like—”

“I absolutely cannot believe you right now. I mean yeah I’m pissed that you didn’t tell me but like I’m so worried for you now too! What kinda bullshit is this??? So you’re a normal highschool teenager by day and at night you go out and fight all these damn monsters without even mentioning it to anybody?? Not even me??? I knew you were a dumbass but I didn’t think you were this dumb.”

Never mind. He thinks to himself. She’s mad.

In retrospect though, Peter does understand that if the roles were reversed, he would be equally, if not more, angry and concerned.

“What do you do when you get beat up and shit huh?? Do you just swing yourself home without any proper medical care or even needing to rant about it to anybody??”

“Yeah.” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Sorry ‘bout keeping it a secret and uh—stuff.”

You grumble as you massage your eyes with the palm of your hands with deep breaths. “I hate you right now.”

“That's fine with me.” A small smirk arises on his face, glad that your temper was finally cooling off. “I swear I’ll explain everything... and— I’m genuinely sorry I didn’t tell you. I was just scared that you knowing that if I was Spiderman the people I fight would target you rather than me personally.”

A dramatic gasp escapes your lips once more.

“Oh my god...”

“Did I do something?” Peter questions as he sits down next to you, placing a comforting hand on your back. “Was my apology that bad??”

“Oh my god...” You repeat once more.

“What?? Is it something I said?”

“No!” You exclaim. “It’s something I said!”

“I’m not mad at you for what you said. You know if I was you in this situation I would be pissed too, I totally get—”

“I COMPLIMENTED YOUR ASS! Like a week ago at that coffee shop! What the hell was I thinking??

There was a small moment of silence until he burst into laughter, falling back onto the bed as he held his stomach in pure bliss, cackling at your misfortune.

“Peter!” There was a small grin on your face as you jokingly smacked him on the arm, the overwhelming mixture of emotions slowly fading away. “Come on, it’s not that funny.”

He shoots back upright, still holding onto his stomach and wiping away a few tears that formed at the corners of his eyes from his fit of giggles. “Oh my god that is ABSOLUTELY hilarious, you have no idea. This is your karma.”

That piqued your interest. “Karma for what?”

“Revenge for you thinking I was gay for Spiderman like a week ago.”

“Oh my god I totally forgot about that.”

“Now you get why your… uh, compliments threw me off guard.”

“Yeah.”

There was a real smile that finally graced your features as you blankly stared at the mask that lay on the bedroom floor.

“Hey Pete?”

“Yeah?”

You look back up at him to meet his gaze. “You promise now that since I know that you’re Spiderman that you’ll come to me for help with that superhero shit if you ever need it?”

“I promise.” He agrees. “I’m genuinely sorry about not telling you though.”

“I know.”

“Is... there a way I can make it up to you?”

You try to bite the inside of your cheek to hide the smile at the suggestion. Within seconds his hand is cupping your cheek once more, the now familiar sheen glazing his eyes as he scoots clos—

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Peter?” Uncle Ben’s voice booms through the door. “Are you in there?”

Irritatedly, he groans. “Again??!?”

iv. when he fulfilled his promise to you

Outside, the pitiless rain fell with a fierce malignity that was all too inhumanly powerful. Raw rain battered the window like hail, trickling in a rhythmic fashion along with the frantic pounding on the window.

Wait what?

You instinctively turned towards your bedroom window, met with the one and only Spiderman tapping on the fragile glass. Briskly, you walk over to open the hatch to let him into your room.

“Finally about time you noticed.” Peter sighed, taking off the mask and throwing it in one swift motion. You eyed him curiously, confused and highly concerned when you noticed the bloody lacerations on his chest

“Oh my god.”

You grab him by the arm and place him on your bed, rummaging through your wardrobe to find a spare pair of pants you’ve stolen from him.

“Change out of that dirty suit and wear this.” You toss sweatpants at him as you dig through your closet once more, looking for your handy first aid kit.

Finally you feel the familiar cold, plastic casing of the kit against your fingers, grabbing it while you make your way over to the injured teen. Tenderly, you place a hand on his back, slowly guiding him to lay down.

“What happened?”

He winced as you gently dabbed a cold cloth to clean up some blood. “I got beat up pretty bad.”

“Clearly.” You gruff. “How much pain are you in??”

“I rate my pain a solid 6 and a half out of ten, but now that I’m with you I’m feeling a whole lot better.”

His words make a heat creep on your cheeks that you quickly brush off, too concerned with his current condition rather than his flirting. “Peter, I'm being serious right now, what actually happened?”

He sighs. “There was this guy who threw me down an entire highway.”

“No kidding geez.”

“Yeah.” He winces at the feeling of pressure on the cut. “Do you need to do that?”

“Yeah, I gotta wipe all the dirt away before I can put some antibiotic cream on so It doesn’t get infected.”

“It hurts like a bitch.”

You offer the most comforting look you could muster. “I know, just a little bit longer and then you’ll be done.”

A comforting silence washes over the two of you as you finish debriding the cut and apply Neosporin, finally placing some gauze and properly wrapping his torso with the adhesive bandages.

“Anddd.... done!” You gleam, proud of your effort. “Do you feel any better?”

He nods. “Yeah. I actually do.”

“Good!”

“Thank you. So much.”

Peter looks at you with gleaming eyes, placing his arms and pulling you in his comforting embrace you’re eager to return. He was warm, and his big, toned arms wrapped around your body as if to ask you to never let go.

And you don’t.

His hand slowly creeps up your back, making its way to settle on your cheek with his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your skin.

You gulp.

Is it finally happening?? You think.

Almost as if he could read your mind, he and you both lean in, mere centimeters away from each others lips until—

“OH MY GOODNESS PETER PARKER ARE YOU OKAY??”

A shrill shriek escapes from your mom’s mouth followed by a dramatic gasp as she motions towards the bandages on his chest. The door slowly creeks open to reveal her figure standing right in the middle of the hallway, seemingly oblivious to what was going on moments before.

With a deep and irritated breath, you both pull away once more, giving her a firm yet reassuring nod.

“Yeah, I uh— accidentally tripped when we were at the skatepark earlier and I just got patched up.”

“Oh good.” Your mom sighs, flicking off the nonexistent sweat on her forehead. “That looks like a pretty nasty cut. I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Yeah, thank god you know how to patch somebody up right?” He playfully shoves your shoulder a little as he falls into a conversation with your mom, catching up as if they hadn't seen each other in years.

You deadpan.

The last time they talked to each other was yesterday.

v. christmas

“Okay, here.” He places the beautifully wrapped present on your lap, anxiously bouncing his leg. “You open yours first.”

“You sure?” You question, not so subtly glancing towards your gift for him.

“Yes. Come on, open it. I wanna see your reaction.”

You smile, amused at his eager nature. “Okay fine.”

Gently, you take the edge of the wrapping paper and slowly unravel it at an annoyingly slow pace, a grin etching your features as you steal quick glances at him impatiently sitting on the edge of his seat.

“Come on, you’re being annoying.”

“That’s the point, dumbass.”

In one swift move, you remove the wrapping paper and reveal a slightly squashed book. Within it were countless pictures of you and him. Some were from when you guys were younger, such as your twelfth birthday to some more candid photos where you both were just laughing at some dumb shit you guys said. All memories you hold deep to your heart.

“Oh my god...” Tears of joy formed in your eyes as you flipped through the book with the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen painted on your face. “I love this so much.”

“Really? Are you sure? You can be honest you know, I-It’s not like it’s like anything special or anythi—”

A gasp of surprise escapes his mouth when you tackle him on the bed, wrapping your arms around him and holding him so tight that you could’ve sworn his eyes were bulging out of his head a little bit.

“Shut up, this is the best gift I could, no— will ever receive.”

Giggles bubble from his throat as you wipe a stray tear in the corner of your eye, silently laughing at how the emotions you both were having were strikingly different. He smiles, rubbing a soothing hand on your back as you reach down near his feet and hand him your gift for him.

“Now you open your gift.”

“Okay.” Unlike you, he messily claws open the wrapping paper and mindlessly throws it somewhere in the room, extremely eager to discover what’s inside. He gasps, eyes widening in realization when the box is fully unwrapped.

“Is that—”

“Yup!” You hum.

“—You did not.” He stares at the camera in his hands, mouth agape but only stammers and small murmurs spoken instead of actual sentences and words.

There’s a moment of denial until he shoves the box back in your grasp, defensively holding up his hands. “I-I simply cannot accept this.”

“The hell? Why not?”

“This camera’s like a thousand dollars!” He sputters dramatically. “A THOUSAND DOLLARS SPENT ON A CAMERA?? For me?!”

You shrug with a small smile, amused at his theatrical movements. “You said your camera was broken and you needed a new one.”

“Yeah, I was gonna get myself one that was like a couple hundred bucks!”

“You deserve the best camera out there Peter, not some camera that's been god-knows where.” You practically shove the gift back at his face. “This is for you and there is absolutely no way I’m gonna let you give that back.”

“I-I...”

He’s at a complete loss for words.

“I-I could kiss you right now.”

oh.

OH

OH MY GOD

“PETER???” Uncle Ben bangs on his door, interrupting yet another moment for the millionth time. “AUNT MAY JUST MADE DINNER, BOTH OF YOU COME DOWN TO EAT!”

You’re fed up with all the ruined moments.

It’s time to take matters into your own hands.

“Peter?”

He turns back around to face you.

“Do it.”

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“Do it.”

He blinks. “What?”

“Kiss me.”

Within seconds his lips are on yours, closing the gap between him and you without any hesitation. Your hands find peace resting around his neck, leaning deeper into him with every passing moment and kissing him back like he was your lifeline.

It was an innocent, yet meaningful kiss that needed no words to be spoken to convey you both were making up for all the missed time.

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