#there’s definitely others that i’m forgetting rn but you get my point

[audhd-nightwing]

*headcanons your ‘hyper-sexualized by the fandom’ character as asexual*

[ihave-atummyache]

he’s not my boyfriend

Kim Seungmin Imagine

summary: seungmin isn’t your boyfriend but he could fool everyone in the room into thinking otherwise.

SFW (: a few suggestive comments made but otherwise PG-13

2.2k words

this was actually a dream that i had that i feel like needed to be brought to life. the kim seungmin brainrot is so mf real rn. he’s like all i think abt at the moment. bias wrecker? more like life wrecker rn😔

also i could write a really disgusting nsfw pt 2 to this like just filthy.

i have ideas……

“Okay. I get it. Yes sir. I won’t get that drunk,” you roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest.

“Y/n. I’m serious. Just listen to me for once,” Seungmin’s tone is full of annoyance and you throw your hands in the air before turning away from him and opening the door to the party.

You make a beeline for the kitchen and grab the first bottle of liquor you see, tossing back what could be considered a shot but was probably more equivalent to three. You slam the bottle down and scrunch your face up as the liquid burns your throat.

“Woah there! No hello? Just straight for the liquor?” you hear the voice beside you and turn your head, a small smile making its way to your face.

“I’m proving a point, Lix,” you mutter out and toss back another huge gulp of the liquor before screwing the top back on and placing it back where you found it. You turn around and lean against the kitchen counter. Felix mirrors you and leans on the counter beside you.

“To who?” He questions, taking a sip from his own drink and you turn your head to face him.

“Take a wild guess,” you grumble and cross your arms over your chest again. You scan the room, looking for your Seungmin but with no luck.

“Your boyfriend… right,” he states matter-a-factly before he brings his cup up to his lips again to hide his smirk and you nudge him with your shoulder, making the drink slosh around in his cup.

“Hey! He isn’t my boyfriend!” You object and Felix looks over at you again with a raised eyebrow.

“Right because we spend every free moment we have with our friends. We always go on dates and bring each other to events as friends. I also bicker like an old married couple with my friends. And let’s not forget I always have sex with my fr-”

“Okay! I get it. Shut up,” you roll your eyes as a drunken giggle makes its way to your throat. The alcohol was definitely starting to make its appearance known.

“I just want to strangle him so bad,” You suddenly confess and put your hands out in front of you, mocking how you would strangle him.

“Like as a sex thing or like-”

“No, Felix! Not as a sex thing!” you can’t stop the laugh from bubbling out of your throat. Felix mirrors your laugh and looks over at you again.

“So what is this point you are trying to prove to him?” he suddenly seems curious and you groan, turning around to face the counter and grabbing the liquor bottle again.

“He claims that I don’t handle alcohol well. He says I get all flirty with everyone and suddenly everyone is paying attention to me. To which I said I can prove him wrong! To which he said that if I drink tonight he will not be very happy with me. Fucking asshole,” you murmur the last part but a chuckle still leaves Felix’s chest.

“In his defense-”

“Don’t defend him! You’re on my side!” You object and toss the liquor back, swallowing another gulp and he puts a finger out towards you.

“Woah. Hold on. I’m not on anyone’s side! This doesn’t have anything to do with me!” He tries to defend himself and you roll your eyes at him.

“You suck,” you grumble and wrap your hand around the liquor bottle before wrapping your free hand around his wrist and dragging him with you.

“Let’s go play a game!”

You two head to the living room and when you walk in, you finally land your eyes on your Seungmin. He is leaned back in an armchair with a beer in one hand and his legs are spread, making his lap look deliciously inviting.

As if he can sense you just walked into the room his eyes glance over and immediately lock with yours before he notices the liquor bottle in one hand and Felix in your other hand. You can practically hear him scoff from across the room before his tongue starts poking into his cheek and he looks away to continue his conversation.

“Dick,” you mumble out to yourself before you pull Felix to where people are sitting in a circle with a bottle in the middle. You lean down next to Hyunjin.

“Watcha playin’?” You whisper out and he nearly jumps out of his skin at your voice. He turn’s quickly, his hand gripping his chest.

“Jesus, y/n! Give a little warning before you sneak up on a guy!” He takes a dramatic deep breath and you chuckle in response, “Truth or dare. Come join!” He insists and grabs your hips, pulling you to sit next to him. He turns to Felix and grabs his hand, pulling him to sit on the other side of him. The seating leaves you sandwiched between Hyunjin and some guy that you haven’t met before.

“Let me go first!” You burst out, your voice bubbly and very happy from the effect of the alcohol coursing through your veins. You naturally draw the attention of the room but when you’ve been drinking, it’s like your presence demands everyone’s attention. Which is exactly what Seungmin hates.

He doesn’t like the idea of his girl having the attention of anyone besides him.

“Go ahead, love,” Hyunjin smiles at you and you smile back, leaning forward and spinning the bottle. You bite down on your lip as the bottle spins and when it lands on the stranger next to you, you happily turn to face him, a grin on your face.

“Truth or dare?” You are practically bouncing in your seat in anticipation.

“Do you even know my name?” He chuckles out and you wave your hand, dismissively.

“Unimportant! Focus on the matter at hand,” You put your hands on his shoulders to force him to look at you before continuing, “Truth or dare, mister!” you giggle out and he thinks for a second, silence falling upon the circle.

“Mmm, dare,” he finally decides and a devilish smirk crosses your face. You have a few go-to dares and this is one of your favorites.

“I dare you to flirt with the prettiest girl here. It has to be genuine,” you point a finger at him as the circle erupts into giggles and whooping.

“I would, but the way your boyfriend has been looking at me since you sat next to me has me scared to say another word to you,” He confesses and his eyes dart behind you. Your eyebrows drop into a furrow at the statement.

You turn around to see who he is talking about and are met with the pissed off not so happy face of your Seungmin. He is still in the arm chair but his elbows are resting on his knees, his beer is dangling in his hands between his knees and his lips are tucked into his mouth. You turn back around as soon as you realize how crazy he looks, sending chills up your spine.

“Oh him?” You point a thumb over your shoulder, “He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my,” you pause, moving your hands in front of you to look for the word, but nothing comes to you. “Seungmin. He’s just my Seungmin,” you try to conclude and you can hear Felix stifle a laugh on the other side of Hyunjin, making you stick a middle finger up at him, over your shoulder.

“So its okay if I flirt with you?” He question, his brows raising at the question.

“If you think I’m the prettiest girl in the room then yeah. That’s how the game works,” you shrug and a smirk covers his face. He scoots slightly closer to you and reaches up to touch your cheek but before his fingertips can touch you, there’s a strong grip on his wrist.

“That’s enough.” Seungmin’s voice comes from above you and you look up at him. He has a death grip on the poor kid’s wrist and in your drunken state you don’t process exactly how pissed he is.

You wrap your hand around the back of Seungmin’s thigh and pull him slightly closer to you, almost instinctively. He locks eyes with you before he tosses the guy’s hand out of his grip. Seungmin leans down and grabs you by the top of your arm, pulling you to your feet. He pulls you closer to him and leans into your ear his breath fanning down your neck.

Hyunjin immediately starts to speak to the circle, distracting everyone from the scene unfolding. Everyone is just drunk enough for the distraction to work.

“Do you want to go home?” Seungmin’s tone is low, obviously angry and you shake your head immediately.

“Then fucking behave.” His voice comes out through clenched teeth and you gulp, nodding quickly. He releases the grip he has on your arm and rubs a thumb over where he was holding you gently.

“Have a seat and be a good girl,” His voice is a little louder and Hyunjin glances up at the two of you for a moment. Seungmin scratches the top of your head and turns away from you. You quickly turn and sit back in your spot next to Hyunjin. You reach for your liquor bottle but just before you can grab it, Seungmin’s hand wraps around the bottle and he takes it with him.

You look up at him with a pout to complain but he holds s finger up at you, making you snap your mouth shut. He raises his eyebrows and mouths ‘behave’ at you one more time before retreating back to his spot at the arm chair.

You clear your throat and smile at the group, clapping your hands together. You turn to face Hyunjin and Felix and they’re both looking at you with smirks on their face.

“‘Not your boyfriend’ my ass,” Felix mumbles and you squint at him. You cross your arms over your chest, a bit unhappy that you had your drink taken away. You glance over at Seungmin and he is already engaged in a conversation with someone beside him.

He’s sitting back in his manspread again and you bite down on your lip. The liquor bottle that you so desperately want is tucked into the chair beside him and you sigh, turning back to the game.

The game is fun, a bunch of people getting dared to post things or kiss but as it went on, you found yourself getting more and more sober. Which means that these drunk games were beginning to get more and more boring.

“Ugh. I’ll be back. I need that bottle,” you lean over and complain to Hyunjin who just nods at you, much to drunk to probably even realize you are talking. You push yourself to your feet and walk over to your Seungmin. As you approach him, he glances over at you before continuing his conversation.

Once you reach him, as if he has been reading your mind all night, he pats his lap twice. He never breaks eye contact with the person he’s having a conversation with. Not even when you’re obeying his command and settling yourself in his lap.

“Minnieeee,” you whine out and dig next to him, freeing the liquor bottle from its confines. He still doesn’t fully face you, just glancing at you as you take a swig.

“Minnie….” you try again as the liquor warms your belly, making you let out a giggle to yourself. You wrap your arm around his neck when he still doesn’t pay you any attention and begin to twirl his chain with your other hand.

“Minnie!” you whisper shout at him and he looks up at the person he’s having a conversation with.

“Hold that thought,” he holds a finger up to them before turning his attention to you, “What, princess? You want my attention now? All the other attention you were getting wasn’t enough?” his voice is low enough that you know only you can hear it. Your face falls into a pout and you nod your head at him.

“Missed you s’much,” you grumble and unwrap your hand from his chain to push his hair away from his face.

“Mm. I’ve been right here all night, bub,” he wraps his arm around your hips, letting his hand settle on top of your thigh.

“Still,” you can admit that you get a little whiny and needy when you’ve been drinking, especially if you’re with your Seungmin. He just brings something out of you.

“Still nothing. You’ve had plenty of attention. I’ve been in this chair all night. Don’t be greedy for my attention, brat,” he’s joking and you can tell but there is also some seriousness behind his tone. You can’t deny that you have been acting like a brat.

“I wish you were in me all night,” you suddenly confess, big puppy dog eyes on display and Seungmin raises his eyebrows, a smirk forming on his face.

“I thought I told you to behave,” he challenges you and your lip drops out into a pout. His eyes dart down to your mouth, he can’t help finding the scene in front of him adorable.

“You’re lucky you’re cute. Let’s get out of here so I can be in you all night. How does that sound?” he asks you and you immediately lighten up, a grin covering your face as you nod, vigorously.

“Okay. Go say your goodbyes. Make sure they know that my girl is going home with me,” he assures you and you nod, hopping out of his lap and rushing off to tell your friends goodbye.

[sugar-omi]

(I’m on my 🩸so please excuse the hornyness)

I woke up this morning with cove on my mind (who doesn’t) and just thought of a funny scenario. imagine the step 2 moment where MC and Cove can cuddle but they weren’t quietly told that it’s not ok by Cove’s mom. Skip to step 3 they love cuddling as friends. (they are still secretly in love with each other tho) this leads us to my dirty little thought, Cove and MC as friends having a little sleepover at Cove’s house and cuddling. Poor sweet Cove has a dirty dream about his dear friend MC, when he wakes up from it he finds himself hard as a rock and his hips grinding on their own into MC’s ass. And of course cove would quickly run to the bathroom without waking MC and panic to himself and try to get it down.

Or MC wakes up before cove because of the movement and lowkey doesn’t mind it, MC pushes back against cove a little and just listens to the little sounds he makes in his sleep

OMG TWINS 🤭🤭 omg maybe thats why my cove posts have been so unhinged lately... so excuse ME for the feralness im about to drop rn because youve planted a nassssty seed in my head..

cove usually doesn't have dirty dreams, always dreams about the beach or his fish, or something asinine. can count his dirty dreams on his fingers with some leftover.

before, they'd always been faceless. couldn't tell a single detail of who it was, even if it didn't matter.

but this time it wasn't a question of who it was.

the dream is so vivid, and the pleasure shooting through his veins feels way too good when he realizes it's you grinding against his bulge.

in fact, it feels better than when he gets himself off, and dream-you isn't even touching his cock yet, your crotch grinding along the length of his bulge in his sweatpants.

every roll of your hips is so fucking delicious he feels like he could collapse. can't help but grab onto your hips, helping you move and roll his hips into yours.

and when you lean forward, hands on his chest under his shirt, feeling up the dips and valleys of his lean muscle, your lips inching closer until they finally meet...

he definitely thinks this is as close as he can heaven. your plush lips move against his, the kiss becoming more passionate, more heated as he tries to match you.

if anyone could see inside his dream right now, they'd think you're passionate lovers, your lips slotted together perfectly, like you're meant to be, and he wonders if you'd feel like this in real life too. if your kiss would be this good, this enticing, and when your tongue slips past his lips, invading his mouth, he wonders if you'd taste this sweet too.

you break the kiss, leaving him hot and panting, his chest rising and falling like he's ran a marathon, your lips trailing from his mouth down his jaw, quickly finding a sensitive area under his ear, right behind his jaw.

doesn't even realize you're shoving down his sweatpants, your own pants disposed of at some point in this dream, until he feels the heat and wetness of your sexes rubbing together

let's out such a pretty and loud whimpery-moan, curses and bucks up into your cunt, making his length glide against your wet, hot core. / hand, thrusting up into your tight fist wrapped around both your cocks.

forgets this is a dream for a moment, distantly thinking he wants to see the end. and his stomach feels so hot, so tight like he's gonna burst.

eyes rolling when dream-you says his name right in his ear, your voice breathy and desperate...

when he opens his eyes, hoping to see your blissed out face, all he sees is a dim room. his room. and the back of your head...

his heart is beating out his chest, and he doesn't even need time to wakeup before he realizes what happened. especially when he feels his hard length pressed right against your ass, the heat and bit of pressure from your ass against his cock has him losing his grip on reality a bit.

but the guilt crashes on him, can't believe he had a dirty dream about you. much less with you in his arms.

it's a miracle if you don't wake up, cove's a big clumsy mess all the time, but this time the shock has him moving a bit more calmly. calmly as in he doesn't scream or squeak, and doesn't flail or fall off the bed like he otherwise would.

but he does unwind his arms around you, carefully pulling his arm from under your body and trying to untangle himself from his bedsheets and your legs.

really, it's a miracle this hadn't happened before. especially when you were 13 and your hormones had more control of your body than you did.

slips out of bed, so thankful that his bed is close to the door and there's minimal creaking of the door and floorboards. all but dashes to the bathroom.

i wonder how he'd deal with his. well.. big problem.

he'd been leaning on the counter, his shaggy hair hanging in his face and he's painfully aware of how hard his cock is. he's fucking throbbing in his sweats, his hard length heavy against his thigh.. he couldn't fucking forget about it. and can't forget that dream.

thinks about waiting it out or a cold shower. but a cold shower doesn't sound appealing at all, and he really doubts his hard-on is going anywhere...

resigns to getting himself off. hoping just once will be enough.. hopes that maybe he can finish quickly before you wake up, he's still pumping after his near orgasm in that dream.. fuck he's kind of glad he woke up now, realizing it'd be really fucking embarrassing if you woke up to cove creaming his pants of you dry humping him (and then some) in his dream

his eyes roll and flutter shut when his hand wraps around his length, his shirt muffling the moan on the tip of his tongue. it doesn't feel nearly as good as it did in his dream...

but he really tries not to think about that. it's so fucking disrespectful to you to keep thinking about it, let alone get off to it.

focuses on all his ero spots, that way he can finish faster and even if he's shaking in his hands because he's running his thumb over his sensitive mushroom head, and giving his cock short, tight pumps, and his nimble fingers find their way to his chest..

well he just needs to hurry up and finish before you wake up and so he doesn't think about that dream, trying to replace all his senses with himself in lue of you. albeit dream you, but still you.

hates that he thought about his best friend like that, and hates that he can hardly get off without distantly thinking about how this would probably feel so much better if it was you touching his cock...

thrusts up into his hand, biting down around his shirt as he groans lowly, but the sound is still loud in this quiet house, and he hopes you didn't get up at some point, walking by and hear him..

if only you could see what a pathetic sight he is.. panting, shirt bunched up and wrinkled, his pants sloppily shoved down his thighs and his cock flushed and throbbing in his hand, covered in his thick, bountiful load.

even he can't help but curse because fuck he feels like a fucking degenerate. feels dirty. he doesn't eve. know how he's gonna look at you, and fuck you definitely can't cuddle anymore until he gets a grip on himself.

but how would he explain that? "hey i had a wet dream about you, sorry bestie, let's not cuddle anymore unless you wanna wake up to my hard dick on you"

that's too weird, and creepy. God he'd hate if you found him creepy and disgusting, the thought of what your expression could be makes him said and he makes his stomach twist...

can't even return to the room, it feels too awkward to do so now. he'd really feel like a creep if he slipped back into bed with you.

ends up setting up camp in the living room, either doing his abandoned homework or trying to find some way to distract himself, wouldn't be surprised if he ends up falling asleep on the couch.

but regardless of how he spends the rest of the night. what if you are awake, and realize what's happening?...

doesn't matter if you're a night owl or a gentle sleeper, although either help because you realize it so much sooner than if you're asleep

i mean, who wouldn't realize their best friend (and crush), gasping in their ear and then moaning softly, his hips bumping into you..

whatever the case, you're awake now when he tightens his grip around your midsection, his hips easily and expertly rolling against your butt, and his legs, which are tangled with yours, easily forces you to move against him, his cock so obviously hardening, getting thicker and so fucking prominent, against your ass.

your heart is beating against your chest like a drum. you're losing your fucking mind, you can't believe what's happening..

your teeth sink into your lip when you hear cove call out a soft, cut-off call of your name.

he's dreaming about you. and clearly it's something dirty if his bulge is anything to go by.

you can't deny that it's turning you on either. it's be weird if it didn't. your crush pressed against you, grinding his fat cock into your ass while having a nice dream about you? it's surprisingly flattering, and you're loving it

as it goes on, cove's hips progressively get more.. aggressive. almost. your head is spinning.

you wish you could know what he's dreaming about and wish it'd happen in real life, right here and right now. but for now, you'll settle for your own mind. afterall, you have plenty of fuel to run off of.

cove's moans and gasps are so pretty, even his indistinguishable mumbling is making your blood pump. his murmurs are usually a good sign after all.

and his cock.. you didn't expect him to be small. he's a big guy, after all, and to say he's packing a third leg might be an exaggeration, but fuck if he's not coke bottle thick and clearly long enough to hit all those deep, deliciously impossible spots inside you.

you wanna wake him up. but if you do.. you wonder what he'd do. run away? probably. you're not even going out, so his first reaction would definitely be to apologize profusely and go hide.

of course, he does wake up, though. you realize that when the grinding stops suddenly, and he tenses around you, and eventually, he starts prying his limbs from under you.

you reprimand your heart for being disappointed that he doesn't check if you're awake and proceed to do something with you, anything at all, maybe even recreate that dream.

and you are torn between logic letting you let him slip out the door, and your desperation wanting to pull him into bed.

he's gone for awhile, you're not sure how long, but it's a few minutes that make you think maybe he's.. taking care of his problem. and then it makes you think that you could take care of your own problem if you're quick enough.

there's definitely a line crossed. tonight has blurred the line between you, knowingly.

you let him keep grinding into you, even if he doesn't know that.

so whats one more thing he doesn't know, your body shifting to his side of the bed, his body heat and the scent of his shampoo and cologne thicker now that you're on the side he slept.

and your hand slipping under the sheets.. your eyes fluttering closed as you try to imagine a scenario between you. surely, you can imagine it just this once, balance out the scale?

[s0ftb1tch12]

i may not be able to write out actual fanfic but i can put out ideas that scratch my brain and make me scream into the void

SO

being hazel callahan’s passenger princess and going on night drives when you both can’t sleep

going to zoos and aquariums where she rambles out fun facts on her favourite animals

staring at the chains around her neck so often she notices and buys you matching ones (same thing with rings, even better if they’re from brittany’s jewelry business)

movie marathon dates under a blanket fort complete with fairy lights, fluffy blankets, and snacks

fidgeting with each other’s hands while having long talks about whatever

i’m a FIRM believer in cocky!hazel after a few months of dating. once she knows you’ll stick with her for the long run, she’s not as nervous and acts more flirty (lingering touches, cheesier words, etc)

she may not be able to cook but she’ll surely try and learn your favorite foods (i think she’s more of a baker since baking is kinda like chemistry and we all know how she feels about explosive reactions)

on that note, i do believe she’s top of her class in chemistry or physics (thinking about her tutoring you in those subjects but those study dates eventually lead to makeout sessions)

that kiss scene towards the end of the movie and the fact that she wears rings really inspired me,,, y’all know where this is going probably (i NEED someone to write this desperately because i ain’t seen it anywhere and i’m down BAD)

literally any member of band!gf x loser!gf (i’m talking bassists, guitarists, drummers, lead singers)

those fics with cheerleader gf x loser gf !!! smth i haven’t seen with this trope yet is cheerleader gf surprising her with her strength, carrying her princess style

goth!gf x nerd!gf: her letting you do her eyeliner like yours, sitting in her lap as she lies down (like this 😩)

bimbo!gf x loser!gf: your average oblivious hyperfem with her awkward masc relationship, even better if bimbo!gf wears heels often so she’s taller than hazel who is at perfect height for forehead kisses (usually leaving lipstick marks that she doesn’t notice until pj basically screams and points at it)

hazel carrying a bunch of chapstick or hair ties in her backpack in case her gf forgets hers

thrifting dates because slow fashion is important

as a sanrio girlie, i think hazel would love pompompurin and his little hat

hazel acts kinda like a little golden retriever so she would definitely get along will with dogs but i like to think she’s a cat person, cats fucking LOVE her and she is always feeding the strays on her block

hazel is a tea girlie and yes she does have fun facts about them (chamomile became v important after her parents divorce)

hazel likes simulation games like stardew valley and role playing games like baldur’s gate (she spends hours making her character) (yes this is self indulgent because i love bg3)

she loves handmade gifts; make this baby a mug, crochet her a sweater, paint her a picture and she will melt

soooooo many trinkets on her shelves (god i wish we saw her room in the movie)

she def has a less common pet (reptiles, bugs, rodents [like ferrets])

a bird would be nice for hazel if i’m being honest, she talks to it everyday but especially after a bad day (like when pj dismisses whatever cool thing she wants to talk about at lunch and changes the topic by talking over her)

idk what else to say rn but best believe that my brain will rot again because the gay shit will not be going away any time soon

[wayfayrr]

Is yandere Tears on the table?

yandere tears is most definitely on the table <33 I've got the start of a yan!self-aware!Tears too, which I'll be working on when I can think of a way to make it more unique to the others (I'm thinking full giffany rn) I'll work on a formal set of hc's for him soon as well, but for now I've got a little drabble of him <3

“My sweet sundelion, why are you so eager to go?”

“The others think that this might be the final solution for me to go home and…”

“You want to leave?”

He sounds so choked up at the idea of me leaving, crying harder than I’ve ever seen him cry before and using my shoulder as the place to wipe them away. It’s heartbreaking, but he knew from day one that I would have to leave at some point I never hid that from him. I just never thought he’d get so attached. 

“I need too, I have so much back home and hyrule really isn’t safe for me - what are you-”

“No, no, no, no you can’t leave, you can’t, [name], [name] please, you, what if you forget me, or get hurt, or…no, no please you can’t leave, you can’t leave me.”

The familiar glow of his arm, granted it still looks different to how it did in game, and the tug on my shirt tells me what he’s doing in his desperation. Fusing us together in a last-ditch attempt to keep me from leaving, not that I could leave his side after everything; he wasn’t even patient enough to wait for an explanation. 

“Lilac, I’m eager to leave hyrule, not you.”

“But, but you’re still trying to leave, you, [name] I will do anything, anything to stay by your side, no matter what, how many rupees I have to pay, how much blood you would have me spill in your name.”

“Link, my little sherbert, you aren’t listening to me.” That made him pause, the tears are still flowing but now he’s looking at me rather than rambling on about worries he doesn’t need to stress over. 

“I’m leaving hyrule link, not you, never you. I was planning to ask if you would come with me, but I think I know your answer now.” “Well, you’re stuck with me either way now.”

“That’d be a better pun if you weren’t laughing through tears telling it.”

“What can I say, I’m living up to my name… and you love me for it anyway.”

“Yeah, I do, wouldn't change a thing.”

[d3adp00ls]

skateboards, bruises, and spiders

Summary: While Peter is supposed to be teaching you how to skateboard you notice a new bruise on his face leading you to confront him about it (the summary sucks I know i couldn't think of a good one)

Warnings: mentions of an attempt of robbing an old lady, Peter has a bruise (but that's normal for him), honestly there aren't any real warnings this was just smth I put together cuz I was bored but it's just fluffy.

Word count: it’s short. But you can count and tell me if you want ☺️☺️

A/N: I need to make a new masterlist later but I'm too lazy to do it rn but here's this fic while we can all pretend I definitely didn't forget or give up on my other series 🤭🤭🤭. ALSO, this could be seen as a platonic type of thing but in my mind, they both like each other but won't say anything (yet)

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A bunch screaming, crying, and laughing that's all you could hear while you waited for your best friend who was supposed to be here over 10 minutes ago, Peter told you he wanted to hang out as much as possible this summer so when you brought up the fact that you were trying to learn how to skate he right away told you he would help teach you and you agreed to it embarrassingly fast though.  Your patience was wearing thin and you had sent a few texts to Peter none of which he responded to or even saw. You rub your face and let out a sigh as you press his contact and call him and let it ring.

“Hello?”

“Peter! Hey, it's Y/n you know? Your friend? The one you were supposed to meet up with at the park over 15 minutes ago? Are you still coming or what man?”

You hear him curse on the other side of the phone and it causes your jaw to clench thinking he forgot about you.

“If you forgot it's fine we can do it some other ti-”

You hear shuffling on the other end before he cuts you off.

“No! I mean no I didn't forget- I mean I kind of forgot- what I mean is I just lost track of time but I'm on my way right now.”

You stay quiet for a moment as you listen to him move around through the phone You swear you hear you hear cop sirens that sound way too close to be outside his room but you choose to ignore it  before you lean back on the bench and let your skateboard rest on your lap

“Alright, I’m by that playground near the bathrooms and the vegan food place,” you say into the phone and you hear him hum in response before you hang up.

........

It took Peter about 7 minutes to finally get to you and when he did he realized he forgot his skateboard so you both had to walk back to his aunt's apartment to get it, now you were both back at the park. You were watching him as he explained how to maintain balance while you push yourself and blah blah blah, you were just nodding your head pretending to listen while you stared at the new bruise below his eye that definitely wasn't there the last time you saw him

“Okay so then you’re gonna push like- Y/n/n? Y/n? Are you even listening to me?”

You blink a few times trying to think of what he was saying to you.

“Um…” Peter sighs before you can even come up with an excuse.

“Y/n, you asked for my help but you're not even paying attention, were you even listening at all-”

“How’d you get that bruise?” You cut him off

Peter's eyes go wide for a moment before he looks down at his foot playing with the skateboard in front of him.

“Are you trying to change the subject?”

“No…I just wanted to know,” You scratch the back of your neck as you look around you “I mean you didn't have it the last time I saw you and I'm just curious.”

You hear Peter hum, “I fell off my skateboard the other day.”

Now it was your turn to hum, “Oh really? That's weird…cause I've had that same kind of bruise before…and it was when someone punched me…”

“Someone punched you-” “Not recently, and plus that's not the point, Peter, that was a long time ago, but someone definitely punched you recently.”

You watch him scratch his neck as he tries to think of an excuse before he sighs.

“No one punched me I just ran into a pole-” “You're a horrible liar Parker, Who punched you? Was it Flash again? I thought you guys were friends now… Or was it that one kid-” “It doesn't matter Y/n-” “It does matter, you’re hurt-” “I'm fine” “But you’re bruised-” “It doesn't even hurt anymore-” “Okay but it did at some point.”

He stares at you in bewilderment at how you wouldn't drop this conversation and how you were actually worried about him.

“Y/n, I’m fine I swear, some guy was trying to rob this old lady and jumped in and stopped him, he was able to land a hit on my face before I could get him on the ground though.” He says with a shrug.

You sigh and shake your head.

“You could've just told me that instead of lying,” “Yeah I know but it was fun seeing you all worried about me.” He nudges you with his arm before laughing when you glare at him

“I wasn't ‘all worried’ about you I just wanted to know whether or not it had something to do with the police I heard through the phone early.” After you say this you can see him tense and his eyes widen.

“What police?” “Peter don't play dumb when we were on the call I literally heard police sirens going off in the background, at first I thought maybe it was just from outside but then I realize they were too loud and that you were in fact near them,” “I don't remember hearing any police sirens when I was on the phone with you-” “Okay peter whatever you say man, but the way you're all tensed up and sweating it just proves my point more and more.” “And what point is that?” You smile when he asks you that and you can see his brows furrow when you lean closer to him so you could whisper to him, “That you’re Spider-man.”

Peter jumps back his eyes wide and his mouth agape as he stares at you as if you had just told him Victoria’s Secret, “Spider-man?!” he shouts but when you both notice people looking toward you he calms down slightly and leans back in “Spider-man? That’s crazy- how could I- no way- I'm not him- he's not me- that's a crazy idea-” You only stare at him with a raised brow as he continues to rant about how he could never be the vigilante that swings around new york city every day.

Eventually, you get bored of listening to him try to deny his alter ego and you pick up your own skateboard and start to walk away.

“-And plus if I was Spider-Man- hey wait where are you going?”

“We came here to skate Parker, not to talk about your secret double life that, by the way, is definitely real, and as much as I would love to stuff in your face how I've figured you out I also wanna learn how to do tricks on this thing.” You lift your skateboard up before letting it drop on the ground and getting on it and skating away.

“Hey wait!” Peter quickly got on his before trying to catch up with you.

“When did you even learn to skate!?”

...…..

A/n: Bro ik it’s short like I said 😒 I was just bored and made this 🤭🤭🤭but yo I think I did good I told my friend I would probably finished at 3am it’s only 1 so I’m good now. OH ALSO MY REQUEST ARE OPEN (but specifically for PETER PARKER ONLY!!!) SO PLEASE SEND IN SMTH IM BORED AND ITS ONLY 1AM

(Also please leave a like if you enjoyed and if you’re feeling ever so generous a reblog as well 🫶🏾🫶🏾)

[fish-eat-fish]

⋆ Miles x Spider!gn!reader Headcanons ⋆

a/n: i’m actually like half awake rn, but wanted to post something anyways! sorry if this appears rushed it is, also i just realized i kind of gave up on the headcanon format halfway but whatevs, miles!!! such a cutie

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⋆ When the two of you first met, you were instantly charmed with him, Miles chatting you up with his friendly outgoing personality

⋆ Showed genuine interest in you and your experience as being a Spiderperson

⋆ Definitely geeked out about your suit and your powers, absolutely showed off, showcasing his powers to you

⋆ The two of you just had so much chemistry talking at the first meeting, it was impossible to forget

⋆ The two of you started hanging out more and more after, especially through texting since he didn’t leave his dimension that often

⋆ He uses kaomojis (so happy this is canon), and you found it absolutely adorable, “coming over now!!!╰(*´︶`*)╯”

⋆ When you bring up his cutesy way of texting in person he acts all casual about it, but he’s a little embarrassed at your comments about it

⋆ Likes hanging out in your room, makes himself at home whilst still respecting your space

⋆ Definitely comes over to just chat and draw, and listen to music

⋆ He sings so badly but puts so much emotion into it you can’t help but laugh, “What what’s wrong with my singing?” He likes to act offended but he’s happy he’s making you laugh

⋆ Gets worried about you after you’ve had a risky or dangerous fight

⋆ He makes sure you’re okay and patched up before he starts cracking jokes to take your mind off of your encounter

⋆ Miles loves taking pictures of cool things he sees in Brooklyn, sending it to you as he takes a break from swinging

⋆ Shares pictures and of cute animals to you like a mom, in return you send pictures of your dimension back, occasional selfies which Miles stares at longer than he’d like to admit

⋆ Swung into a pigeon and a drone multiple times as he was texting and swinging

⋆ He loves drawing doodles onto your skin, but secretly just likes having an excuse to hold your hand as he draws

⋆ Jokingly flirts with you at first, until he actually realizes he has feelings for you

⋆ He’s super nervous at first to be even suggesting that kind of stuff between the two of you, until he has some confirmation that you could potentially like him back

⋆ Then that’s when the flirting gets amplified

⋆ Probably kicks his feet and giggles whenever you do something sweet for him

⋆ Not kicking his feet physically, more just stuffing his face into his pillow as he runs the moment back over in his mind again and again

⋆ Definitely lays in bed wide awake thinking about you, he is such an overthinker

⋆ Likes sharing his songs with you just so he can use it as an excuse to have the two of you sharing headphones

⋆ He has a horrible crush on you first, sometimes talks about you to Ganke, to which Ganke just tells him to confess already

⋆ Miles gets absolutely anxious at the thought of confessing to you, he does not want to ruin your guys’s friendship

⋆ At one point he gets so desperate for advice that he reaches out to the others for help

⋆ Peter teases him instead of giving advice, he’s so proud of Miles and starts talking about his first meeting with him and Mary Jane, Miles groans and leaves

⋆ Asked Gwen for advice, she shrugged, not really knowing what to say on that topic, she did tease him also

⋆ Gwen let the news slip when talking to Hobie, then Hobie told Pavitr, and now everyone knew of Miles’ crush on you, except you

⋆ Pavitr and Hobie actually gave him good advice, consoling him to confess when he’s ready, maybe do a little romantic gesture

⋆ After a few days of not talking, you got lonely, assuming that Miles was probably just busy with his duties or school in his universe

⋆ You were on patrol one day at night, when you walked past a music store

⋆ You thought about it for a moment, before you decided to walk in, mask on, to purchase some empty CD’s

⋆ A little friendly gesture for Miles, you’d burn a CD for him, sentimental songs that reminded you of him

⋆ The cashier instantly recognized you as the city’s superhero, giving you the CD’s for free, to which you thanked him graciously

⋆ That night after patrolling, you went home and begun your process, collecting the perfect songs

⋆ Just as you were finished, adding the final touches to the CD cover, you heard a faint tapping on your window, which scared you out of your mind, making you jump

⋆ Through the pane of glass, Miles laughed at you, waving to you as he stood outside with his suit on

⋆ You opened the window, and let him in, excited to see him again

⋆ “Miss me?” He teased, taking a seat at your desk, before he noticed all of the paper scraps around your room

⋆ Lo and behold, Miles’s Mixtape, held proudly in your hand as you gave it to him, waiting for his reaction

⋆ Obviously he was so excited, staring at the CD in his hands with adoration and amazement

⋆ “I was missing you this week, thanks for dropping by,” you said sincerely, Miles glancing at you from his seated position

⋆ He let out a deep breath, the air around him suddenly serious. You watched carefully, adjusting to his vibe right away, giving him your full attention

⋆ Miles set your CD down, looking down at your floor as he spoke up, voice quiet and wavering as he messed with his hands

⋆ You were so shocked, unsure if you heard that right–there was a long period of silence between the two of you, Miles panicking in the corner as he instantly regretted confessing

⋆ All of his confidence disappeared, but before he could leave, you spoke up, admitting that you liked him too

⋆ The two of you looked at each other like idiots, before Miles let out a nervous laugh

⋆ He spoke quietly, asking if he could kiss you

⋆ You couldn’t help but chuckle at his voice crack, nervously leaning in to kiss him anyways, hands grasped onto his cheeks as you felt him smile into the kiss

⋆ Miles didn’t know if he had accidentally shocked you or not during the kiss, or if it was just his nerves, but either way, he laughed in relief

⋆ After, the two of you couldn’t speak to each other without conversations ending in an awkward silence

⋆ He eventually had to leave, although it was extremely reluctantly–the goodbyes were drawn out to like five minutes

⋆ When Miles got back to his dimension, he instantly ran to upstairs to his room, popping in your CD into his jukebox, smiling to himself as he took in the music you had personally selected him

⋆ He couldn’t wait to see you again, drawing a little portrait of you in his sketchbook as he hummed along to the music

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[mazeinthemiroh]

i’m deep in my feels rn haha could i request a soft little skz reaction where their s/o puts a lot of thought into learning about their interests and stuff? i want the skzers to feel special and appreciated cos they are :(

stray kids reactions to their s/o putting effort into their interests

genre: general

word count: 0.7k

warnings: none

pls like and reblog if you enjoy! feel free to request anything <3

bangchan

channie is a workaholic and so his interests lie with what he is working on at the moment. he would absolutely love it if you took an interest in his work, and will even run you through how to compose a song, write lyrics, produce, etc... he might even let you make a song with him on the side for fun! i mean, it's not impossible. he's made a whole song on one of his lives! so doing it with you should be easy, and really makes him happy.

lee know

minho has quite a few interests but the one that dominates his heart the most is, obviously, his cats. he can't help but speculate on different toys he should buy them and whether they need any supplements or different meals. he loves taking care of his babies ;-; so when you take an interest in his fluffy children, his heart simply melts. it's definitely important to him to that you get on well with his cats because he loves them so much <///3

changbin

binnie's main interest is working out. which, of course, is not for everyone. if you are the type of person who likes the gym just as much as he does, he would love to share his time at the gym with you! if you are not the type to usually go to the gym or don't regularly work out, but still try your hardest to get involved with that interest of his, changbin will be really flattered and make sure he will help you and make your gym experience worthwhile, since you're doing such a nice thing for him.

hyunjin

hyunjin would probably appreciate his s/o doing this the most. he likes feeling understood. but also, he spends a lot of time on his passions and interests, in particular, his art so they have become really important to him. they are a part of him. so the fact you want to get involved in what he loves? he's over the moon. he would love to teach you how to do certain techniques and even share his hobby with him.

han

han loves getting into new things to watch, especially anime! forget sleeping, he's bingeing the new episodes of what he's currently watching atm. he loves it when you get involved with the shows he's watching because it means he has someone to completely rant about the plotline or openly simp over a character with someone who knows what he's on about. it makes him feel like he has a voice and he can express how passionate he feels about a character being killed off in the third episode because wtf?? he needs someone to talk about this with!!!

felix

this gamer boy would LOVE it if you joined him playing video games. he's so invested in the storylines of certain video games and will get so excited when you ask him about it and genuinely take an interest. and he will happily tell you all the things he knows. he gives you advice on what each of the characters does and which is the best character in his correct humble opinion. will be super excited to play these video games with you and will really appreciate you being interested in what he loves.

seungmin

seungmin has been getting into more artsy stuff lately. he likes photography, for instance, and likes to get outside and look at the world through a different lens other than his own eyes. he would love it if you were to join him on a little photography date uwu. ALSOOOO reading dates are totally his thing. he loves burying his head in a good book, and having you taking an interest in his hobbies means that he can share these peaceful moments with you.

jeongin

jeongin is a fashion lover. we know how well he dresses and how his style is always on point. even if you are not so keen on passion but find ways to make his interest feel understood, he will love you even more. like sometimes you will get him an expensive item of clothing or maybe even suggest going clothes shopping with him. he likes it when you ask for advice too, so he can put his fashion knowledge and expertise to good use!

[fuqsketti]

First time doing this , im not even sure if this is how you request something sorry if not + this is not my firts languaje sorry again . I JUST CANT GET OVER THE THOUGHT OF COMFORTING MIKE WHEN HE FEELS INSECURE AAAAAA having the biggest Mike br rn

bother || mike wheeler x reader

a/n : tysm for the request! i hope u enjoy! &

@m1ke-wheeler tysm for the request awell <3

unedited

fluff mostly, bit of angst

Mike Wheeler, a loser, and his popular girlfriend, Y/n walked hand in hand to every class each day.

It was a ritual that almost everyone at hawkins high knew.

“Bye Mikey.” Y/n chirped as she pressed a kiss to his sharp jaw, his face turning red from the affection.

Even after all this time she still gave him butterflies like no other.

“See you.” He whispered letting go of her hand as she walked into her science class.

Mike sighed that she was now gone but continued on to where he was supposed to be, Mike hated this particular class since he had no one to talk to- who would want to be friends with him? His hellfire shirt scared off any potential peers.

Mike walked over to his seat and sat down, keeping his head held low. He was aware of all the eyes on him, but he decided to ignore them. He was used to it at this point, people who knew nothing about him judging him like they did.

Y/n had always told him not to give them power, not let them see they were bothering him.

So that’s what he always did.

“Why is she even going out with that nerd?” Her heard a girl whisper, he knew it was about him.

Don’t let them bother you.

“She has Andy and Chance chasing after her, lucky bitch.” He heard another girl reply- Mike’s stomach dropped, Andy and Chance? Weren’t those basketball players? They liked

Y/n? What chance did Mike have against the two most popular boys in the school?

No no, Mike don’t freak yourself out. Y/n loves you. You and only you.

Don’t let these girls bother you.

Mike tried to reassure himself but he didn’t feel much better.

Oh well, by next period he should be better. When he finally got to see her.

When he finally got to hold Y/n by the hand and take her to her next class, that simple four minute passing period would definitely lift his spirits.

“Y’know I heard Andy was gonna ask her out.” He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard that,

“No way. She’s dating-“ Girl number two paused ‘lowering’ her voice as she spoke.

“That guy.” Mike could feel their eyes bore into him, and if he could? He’d sink into the floor.

“And? You think Andy can’t take him on? The boys a stick!” The last part was whispered he’d guessed to try and save his feelings, She didn’t do a very good job.

“Stop that’s so mean!” Girl number one said yet still cackled like it was the funniest thing she’s heard all year.

“Whatever, i’m sure Y/n will come to her senses soon enough.” Mike finally poked his head up- seeing Mandy and Georgia, Y/n’s friends and two of the most popular girls in school. They were staring right at him.

They quickly looked away when they saw him look, giggling while doing so.

Mike felt sick, sick because they were right.

He was a freak. Y/n could have anyone she wanted- why did she choose him? And to hear those mean words from her own friends?

He didn’t think he was very attractive, nor very strong. She could have someone who was everything he wasn’t at the snap of a finger.

His thoughts began to consume him, he tried not to let it bother him but it was hard because it just made sense to him, so much so he forgot to pick Y/n up from her class.

“Mike!” Y/n called to him, he turned from his locker and watched as she happily jogged up to him.

It was then he realized he had forgotten.

How could he forget something like that?Leaving her all alone? What a good boyfriend he was..

“Hey Mikey.” she chirped, leaning against the locker next to his.

“Hi.” He said blandly, turning to face her.

Odd, but she proceeded.

“So, you wanna go see ‘The Thing’ after school? Heard it’s scary.” She smiled, knowing he had said he wanted to go earlier that week.

However he shook his head quickly, unable to look her in the eyes. He was almost afraid that if she could look into his eyes she could see everything he’d heard written through his expression and he was worried she’d agree.

“Uhm, no I can’t tonight- My dad! He wants to- take me to dinner…” He rambled, again looking anywhere but her.

“Oh.” She murmured, feeling a bit dejected. But who was she to not encourage him and his dad hanging out? They’ve never had a great relationship, and If Ted wanted to try and fix it she wouldn’t get in his way.

“You wanna hangout later this week then?” She asked afterwards, trying to look into his eyes.

He avoided it.

“I don’t know.” He muttered, looking down at the floor.

“You don’t know?” She asked, realizing he was now just downright rejecting her.

He shook his head and closed his locker then finally looked her in the eyes.

“I mean, I don’t know if I can- i’ll let you know.” He quickly said, then walked away.

Without a goodbye.

“Mike-“ She went to call after him but realized it was pointless, she decided to just go to class and ignore the tears forming in her eyes.

Maybe he was just having a bad day.

It’s not like he just dumped her.

Quit being such a crybaby.

Everything was going to be okay.

Right?

A whole week later of no contact.

Y/n was going insane.

She had tried to call to him multiple times in the halls only for him to blatantly ignore her or walk the opposite way.

She’d been calling his home, only to get his mom or dead air on the other end of the phone.

She had to trap him, so he couldn’t avoid her.

She thought he was doing that classic boy thing, where they are mean to a girl until they get the girl to break up with them.

And Y/n was not having it.

She rode her bike to Mike’s house as soon as school was out.

She threw her bike on the lawn, walking up to the front door with confidence.

Then she knocked on the door and waited.

Her confidence beginning to falter as she waited for what felt like hours.

What if he just sent her home?

What if he broke up with her on the spot?

Maybe this was all just a bad idea…

Nancy opened the door.

“Y/n?”

“H-Hi, can I see Mike?” Y/n asked nervously, rocking on her feet.

“Of course.” Nancy smiled, stepping back to welcome her in. “I think he might be in his room.”

Mike however was down in his basement feeling sorry for himself, he’d wrapped himself in a big blanket and was currently cocooning himself in his little fort.

He’d been reclusive since the day he heard those two girls talking, because everything just made sense.

Y/n was too good for him.

She truly was, Mike was just waiting for the day she’d knock on his door and break up with him.

Break his heart.

“Mike!” Nancy called down the basement, Mike scowled at how loud his sister was.

Groaning and rolling over- he sometime wished his fort would turn into a gate to the upside down. So he could just escape it all.

“You’re girlfriend is here to see you!” Nancy called- Mike felt his stomach twist, here she was. She was going to break up with him.

“Tell her i’m not home!” Mike shouted back, flopping to his side and tightening his blanket around him.

If he didn’t see her, technically she couldn’t break up with him.

“Ouch.” Y/n muttered, as she looked to her boyfriends sister. Nancy offered her a sympathetic look and shrugged.

Y/n sighed

“Can I go down?“ She asked,

“Be my guest.” Nancy said then turned to whisper in her ear. “Mike’s been in a funk recently, have fun.”

Y/n swallowed her nerves and made her way down, but was confused when she didn’t see Mike right away.

He was nowhere to be seen.

“Mike?” She called out- Mike stayed silent, realizing Nancy had let her down despite what he said. He quickly moved his foot that was hanging out of the fort.

Y/n heard the shuffle and made her way towards the fort- Mike held his breath the entire time.

But to no avail, Y/n kneeled down and moved the blanket that was covering the fort like a door.

“Knock knock.” She whispered, she melted at how cute Mike looked- all wrapped up in his little blanket,

“Y-Y/n..” Mike sat up immediately after seeing his beautiful girlfriend.

He was supposed to be avoiding her,

But he’d missed her face.

“Hey.” She sighed, scooting into the fort and letting the blanket fall behind her. Now it was just them, alone in the cozy fort.

“Listen, I don’t know what I did but-“ She started, already looking uncomfortable that she had to be having this conversation.

“If you’re gonna break up with me…don’t play the long game. Get it over with please.” She quickly said her eyes beginning to gloss.

“What?” Mike asked, letting his grip on his blanket falter.

“I’m going insane trying to figure out what I did wrong.” She rambled, the tears in her eyes making mike cringe-

What a good boyfriend he was…he made her cry.

“So if you’re going to do it just- do us both a favor and do it now.” She said as her voice quivered, her hand quickly wiping the tears that had managed to fall.

“Y/n no, I don’t wanna breakup with you.” Mike sighed shakily, reaching forward for her hand.

Y/n looked up at him hopefully.

“You don’t?” She asked.

He shook his head and began to feel himself get a bit choked up.

“No-No, the opposite I wanna uhm…” He began but found himself at a loss for words.

He wanted to be with her, that’s ALL he wanted.

But he didn’t feel good enough for her, she deserved someone better than Mike.

But Mike was selfish, he knew Y/n deserved the world and more- but he wanted her all to himself. It was a constant internal battle for him.

Y/n must’ve sensed him getting lost in his thoughts, she ran her thumb along his knuckles giving him a reassuring smile.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” She asked.

“I’m sorry.” Mike whispered, looking away from her.

She moved her head so she was in his line of sight again.

“Don’t say sorry, tell me why.” She whispered back.

She saw his face finally fall, his eyes watered as he looked absolutely defeated.

“It’s just-“ He started,

“I don’t know-“ He groaned.

He caught her expectant eyes,

“I don’t know how to- say it.” He admitted.

“It’s okay, throw some words out- i’ll put them together.” She assured him.

“I-“

“I don’t..” He couldn’t find the words.

“I want you to-“ He tried again.

“I don’t like how many guys…like you.” He blurted, then covered his face with his hand in embarrassment.

“You’re gorgeous and I understand that’s how it’s gonna be but-“ He continued then peaked through his hands.

“I don’t understand why you keep choosing me.” he finally admitted.

“Mike…” Y/n whispered, her heart breaking at the state her boyfriend was in.

“I’m just- Dorky.. and i’m not strong like the basketball guys, you deserve so much better than me.” He kept going, pouring his entire heart out to Y/n- He didn’t wanna cry, the lump in his throat made him sure he was going too but he didn’t want to.

His dad always taught him men don’t cry.

Beside that why would he cry? it’d only make Y/n feel worse and he was a bad enough boyfriend already.

“Mike.” She tried to stop him again, he was too lost in his head.

“Everyone knows you can do better, and sooner or later you’re gonna realize that too.”

“Mike!” She said with a loud voice making him finally look at her.

“Sorry.” He quickly whispered, wiping the few stray tears that fell.

She grabbed onto his hands, so he couldn’t wipe his tears any more,

“Who even put these things in your head?”

“People talk y’know?” He murmured, ashamed while sniffling lightly. He really hated crying in front of people, especially his girlfriend.

He couldn’t help by feel weakened by it.

“Well don’t listen to the ‘talk’, I want you. And only you.” She sighed out rubbing his knuckles.

“But why?” He asked again,

She grabbed onto his face, rubbing his cheeks as she looked at him sorrowfully.

"I...sometimes, I guess I kinda wish you could see yourself through my eyes Mike." Y/n whispered. pressing one kiss against his chin.

“You’re caring, you’re funny, you’re handsome. You make me feel like i’m floating on air.” She continued the praises, kissing his nose.

“And you ARE strong.” she then kissed his temple before moving to his ear to whisper,

“Strongest guy I know.”

“You could lose absolutely everything yet still keep going like nothing, I admire you for that.” She kissed his lips, the kiss they shared was drawn out- their lips missed each-other. Although it’s only been a week. When they pulled away their lips lingered.

“And you totally did kill like 2 demodogs so strong in that aspect too-“ she whispered her breath fanning his face as she joked- Mike was able to choke out a chuckle.

“Mike you are the most beautiful person i’ve ever met. Don’t let a couple of assholes ever make you feel otherwise.” She assured him then smiled.

“Okay? I love you. And ONLY you.”

“You’re stuck with me forever.”

“Mhm.” He hummed, the smile dawning on his face making the room seem to light up.

“M’ sorry. I wasn’t trying to bother-“ He tried to apologize for the past week but,

“You’re never bothering me.” She cut him off,

“Just tell me what you’re feeling next time. I don’t wanna think about losing you ever again.” She finished and wrapped her arms around his neck bringing him in for the first hug they’ve had in days.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, smelling her sweet perfume.

god did he miss it.

“I love you.” He murmured, burying his head in the crook of her neck.

“I love you more.”

[btshoseong]

👣. !!: HOW WELL DO BTS KNOW EACH OTHER ‧₊˚

↺ 💌 ࣪ ˖ ∿ author’s note , @ me over here lowkey copy pasting from my jeonggeun blog like it’s nobody’s business cause it AIN’T. lol nah jk enjoy 🫶🏼

AFTER ALL MEMBERS HAVE HAD THEIR GO; SE3OUL IS THE LAST ONE UP.

J-HOPE: “Huh? Wait, did we ever have this guy in our group? Who is this?” *clearly enjoying teasing his bestie, a cheeky smile on his face*

SE3OUL: *just sat down on the chair opposite to the members as he smirks at hoseok* “Hope you get all these answers wrong.”

J-HOPE: “Never, friend.” *wink + shooting hearts*

JIN: “Yah, yah. Back down, will you? Are you forgetting who’s here? Kim Seokjin knows everything.” *tsking as he brings the attention to himself*

V: “Eh? Hyung, are you suddenly losing your memory? Who do you think I am to Hoseong hyung?”

RM: *cue joon staring into the camera, clearly wishing to be saved* “I’m sorry. This is just a daily occurrence with these guys. Please introduce the question.”

QUESTION: What is the one thing that you always forget to pack when you travel?

ALL MEMBERS: *immediately yelling over one another thinking they know the answer, even before hoseong has written it down on his board*

SE3OUL: *literally shook at the chaos rn* “Yah! I haven’t written my answer down. How could you already know it?!”

JIMIN: *raising his hand aggressively* “I know, I know! His underwear. Whenever we’re filming for Bon Voyage, or even going on tours, you’ll see him searching through his bag for like an hour until he realises he forgot to pack underwear.”

JUNGKOOK: “Oh, true! You can even see hyung’s face of realisation clear as day. He smiles all embarrassed, but his face looks cheeky.”

SUGA: “No. You know what I think? He does it on purpose so that we buy him new underwear for free during each trip. He’s basically got a colossal sized amount of underwear from all of us.”

ALL MEMBERS: *turning their heads to stare at hoseong in sync, accusatory*

SE3OUL: *feeling flustered* “Huh? No! Suga hyung is creating conspiracies about me and you’re all just believing him blindly! Hyung!” *pouting at suga rn*

J-HOPE: “Nope.” *raising his hand to answer* “There’s one item he’s even more forgetful about than underwear.”

A MOMENT OF SILENCE AS EVERYONE WAITS FOR HOSEOK TO ANSWER.

J-HOPE: “I regret to inform you guys… but it’s me.” *cue tearful and dramatic acting here*

SE3OUL: *embarrassed face calm*

JIN: “Oh? Wait! He’s not lying, he’s not lying! Yah, didn’t Hoseong-ah leave J-Hope at that gas station in New Zealand during Bon Voyage?”

JUNGKOOK: “Oh? No, Jin hyung is right! Hoseong hyung left him there when he’d ran off to the toilets.”

SE3OUL: “Yah! Is that my fault, huh? Who runs off to the restroom without informing the driver beforehand? I didn’t have time to do a head count.”

J-HOPE: *continuing to display an emotional scene rn*

RM: “Okay, okay. Let’s get a little serious now. Does anyone actually know the answer before we reveal it?”

V: *raising his hand with a confident yet humble expression* “Sunscreen.”

SE3OUL: “Oh?” *shocked park hoseong as he looks at the crew behind the camera*

JIMIN: *curious at hoseong’s expression* “Why? Did he get it right?”

ANSWER: Sunscreen.

V: *trying to hide his smile rn as he slouches in his seat comfortably*

RM: “Really? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you ask for sunscreen on our trips.” *looking at hoseong for an answer, curious*

SE3OUL: “Taehyungie brings an extra bottle for me because he knows I forget it every time. That’s why he knew the answer.” *soft smile directed at v*

SUGA: “Wow, so the initial shock was just for bonus screen time points, huh? You’re sly.” *tsking*

RM: “Alright, alright. Next question!”

QUESTION: What is your biggest dream for the future?

J-HOPE: “Oh, oh! I definitely know this one!” *raising his hand as he speaks* “Marriage and children.” *super smug jung hoseok*

SE3OUL: *giving this man a deadpan look* “Are you serious? I will bite you.”

J-HOPE: “Oh? Kin-”

RM: *literally ready to reach back and tape his mouth shut* “No. Please.”

JUNGKOOK: *giggling at his hyungs’ childishness before raising his hand* “Number one singer?”

JIMIN: *cue face of slow realisation before he’s raising his hand aggressively again* “No, it’s more specific! Hyung-nim, didn’t you say you wanted to dominate all American charts? He wants to be the main pop boy.”

SUGA: “Number one billboard singer.” *nodding in respect*

JIN: “Ohhh, our Hoseongie number one Korean artist in the world. Worldwide Pop Boy.”

SE3OUL: *watching his members with pure adoration tbh*

STAFF: *trying to snap him out of it by asking him to reveal the answer*

SE3OUL: “Ah, right. Sorry!”

ANSWER: Number One Pop Sensation.

V: “We’ll support you on your way to making history.” *lil cheer fist*

RM: “Well, Seong-ah’s already pretty famous in the West, right? I think he’s the most popular in our group amongst Americans.”

SUGA: “I heard he’s on his way to being a Grammy nominee again?” *dramatic face of shock*

SE3OUL: *can’t hold back the laughter* “You guys better start lining up now to get my autographs. I think the line might get too long in a few years’ time.” *jokingly smug king*

JIMIN: “Don’t forget us when you’re famous~” *can’t help but tease*

AFTER ALL MEMBERS HAVE HAD A GO, IT IS TIME FOR THE RESULTS!

SE3OUL: “You guys should really be grateful to me. I only ended up in the bottom half because I wanted to give everyone else a chance.” *pretending to be a saint*

ALL MEMBERS: *cue chaotic disagreements + everyone attacking hoseong*

RM: *no idea what he is witnessing rn but ignores it* “There you go guys. That was us on Vanity Fair and we are BTS!”

💬 — HOSEONG’S TAGLIST.

@pandorasword , @ateezsora , @bts-dream , @fairiepoems , @kaitieskidmore1

[cosmicdream222]

sorry to be morbid again but do you think we can manifest passing away early? im honestly past the point of wanting to exist and just want to get over this thing that im supposed to be a successful person but im not so idrc if i do or dont live

so many ppl on tarot related blogs ask about their fs but if we dont meet them does it matter and would they just move on with their life? like i think u have to have ur life put together but its genuinely so hard to do these days so i hope my fs wont be sad at all when i die cause i wouldnt be able to make tnem truly happy anyway cause im not happy myself with how things have been

ideally i wouldve done something in a sport or music but that ship sailed long ago and now im so stuck but id hate to be reliant on someone else and i shouldve moved out into my own place but housing is ridiculously expensive where im from and taxes dont help anyone. it takes years and years to pick up a talent so i have wasted those years and ik im just going to struggle to get past 50 if i were to have my own place bc minimum wage jobs suck arse and i dont want to be doinng something lame not that its lame for others to do it, its just not what i wanted to have done at all

you cant even get a degree without needing to fork out hundreds and thousands so yeah none of its easy and sure you can try subliminals but lets face it the systemn we are in is fucked up big time so rn i cant even bother with daydream about how it could have been or the what ifs i had done smth differently or if i had any talent but then theres still the, im too old and too foreign to do any sort of music as most successful groups nowadays are korean and even if i tried to do what they did it would probs end up killing me some way or other

its just either about having to be wealthy or having some type of talent both of which id fail at anyway as i shouldve done it years ago like a normal person who goes from being so so at something to being great at something.

i truly think i was born in wrong generation or i just shouldnt have been born at all then i wouldnt have to fret constantly abt these types of things. i think if the government genuinely sorted shit out for once and helped society ppl would be happier to work for less but im not happy at all with the current state of things. i feel guilty for existing and i hate it sm like god just let me end my life pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee there is nothing worthwhile in store, ik we could try shifting subliminals but have those genuinely worked? like u exit this reality and straight into the one you wanted originally? but then i might as well just pass away cause id have to know what i want in another reality

My dude, take a deep breath. You’ve ranted about all this same exact stuff a bunch of times now and I’m just gonna repeat the same thing I said to you last time:

All of that stuff you mentioned about your current reality is an illusion. Time is an illusion. It does not matter what you’ve done in the past. The economy does not matter. Your present circumstances do not matter.

I’ll add to that: Whatever some tarot reader or TikTok psychic says definitely does not matter. Idk what fs means but I’m guessing something like a twin flame and that is especially 1000% bullshit.

The spiritual community has created an incredible amount of false narratives to make excuses and blame outside forces for why things aren’t going their way. None of it is real. Seriously forget everything you learned about fate, karma, astrology, or anything else that’s saying something else is in control. Reality is an illusion. YOU are in control.

You don’t have to identify with any old bullshit anymore. Stop repeating the old story and think about what you do want. You can have literally ANYTHING! You say you don’t know what you want, ok, but you know what you don’t want, right?

I don’t want to work -> I want to live in a reality where I don’t have to work.

There, you just figured out something you want! It’s that simple.

I totally agree that this society is a horrific shitshow and I don’t want to be aware of it anymore either. But it’s just one version of reality available. It’s not the only reality and it’s not the original reality. You don’t have to be aware of it anymore if you don’t want to be.

You also don’t have to involve death at all. There’s a lot of misconception in the shifting world which has lead to concepts like “permashifting” and “respawning”, but those just all assume this current reality is the original one. It’s not.

Have you watched The Matrix? It’s really more like a documentary than science fiction lol. Just like in the movie, we are being tricked by a simulated virtual reality, controlled by a society that’s using us for our energy. Just think of reality as an escape room. We’re escaping the Matrix. Once you figure out how to leave, you don’t ever have to go back. There are infinite realities available to you, and none are more real or right or original than any others. Remember, death is not an ultimate, nor does it exist in all realities.

I am scripting a utopian reality with my best friend where there is no death, aging, or illness. Everyone is a master manifestor so they always get whatever they want. Nobody has to work and there isn’t even a need for money because we can manifest anything instantly. We can just relax and get massages all day. Everyone lives in peace and harmony and abundance. Animals are treated as equals to humans, we can all communicate with each other, and we can all fly and teleport. Because why the f not? 🤷🏻‍♀️😂

And if you really don’t want to exist (I’m guessing that other ask from a couple weeks ago is you too lol) you don’t have to exist in this reality, or any other. Removing your awareness from all physical reality is known as entering the void. You exist there as pure consciousness, and you can stay there as long as you like. It is you as your highest self. There’s nothing negative about it.

As for the whole subliminal thing, shifting subliminals are just one method. Shifting = manifesting = deciding what you want and experiencing it. It’s something we are always doing and is available to all of us. You don’t need any methods to shift besides intention. We just use methods to convince/calm the annoying human brain that is programmed with society’s limits.

[reverseblackholeofwords]

Hi, just wanted to remind you that I still love all the ego stuff you wrote. I was a big lurker during the time you actively wrote it but dude it was so fucking good.

When I think about the egos, I mostly think about your stuff bc it made the characters come to life. It was so good. I can’t say it enough.

The stuff I’m pulling from memory rn is Anti’s time in The Forgotten. Like my bro, my dude, my homie. That shit pulled at my heart. The fact that he was only gone for like a day or smt in our dimension but he had actually been gone for like 10 years in that dimension experiencing horrors unknown. AND NOBEDY KNEW???? Good shit.

The relationship between the Host and dr. Iplier. Still one of my fav bromances. Like the trust between them and how it was made through hardships. It came to a point where Host even trusted Doc with his name??? Which gave him power over Host, something he was so afraid of. Doc made him a better man. Stopped him from being too cruel. But than he had to forget it bc he went insane. BUT BECAUSE HOST IS AN ASS, HE MADE DOC AND ANTI FORGET EVERYTHING. My guy, that’s your platonic husband and adopted son. Yes I was screaming about that. That still gets me going.

There is so much other stuff too though. Like Anti and Doc becoming family. The egos all getting closer. Phantom being an absolute menace every time he appeared. The Googles becoming more and more human over time.

You introduced me to Wiggles. Didn’t know anything about PJ before I started reading your works.

What it all boils down to, is me wanting to thank you. I don’t know how you look back on those ego stories but it got me through some dark times. You updating it always made my day better. I still carry a piece of it with me everywhere I go and has also inspired me a lot. So thank you!

Oh man, thank you so much for taking time to send this! It's honestly insanely encouraging to hear those stories stuck with you. I still love them a lot myself, cringe or no, because they're such a fun time capsule of that period in my life, and this blog and all the people who followed it (lurkers and all) also helped me get through college in one piece.

Gosh I did put Anti through so much, but in my defense, it was for character development! He and Ollie were always one of my favorite dynamics to write, personally. I mean, the computer glitch demon and the sentient android with a heart of gold? I still haven't made up something that good since. Also the Mare and Phantom dynamic, which they were always managing to screw up somehow. Unhealthy sibling dynamics are the best.

It's also insane that so much of the Host stuck with you because he was always my favorite to write and the one that felt the most like mine at the end of the day. The fact that Mark announced he'd retired him as a character and we all collectively agreed to kidnap him and give him a story is still one of this fandom's shining moments in my mind. In fact, I've kinda snagged Host for different original stories I'm writing now just because I miss writing him so much. I've also kept The Forgotten as a concept, which is definitely getting used in a setting I'm working on now because the angst potential is indeed too good to deny.

Also, while we're strolling down memory lane, what one writer gets to wipe their entire canon midway through and start over again in an alternate timeline whilst using references to the previous timeline to terrorize their readers? Ending one timeline of the blog to begin another was a wild but fascinating experiment on my part to see how I could use it to play with foreshadowing and all that jazz. Plus nothing will ever quite beat letting the audience reach into the narrative and start making their own waves from time to time.

But even though I do mostly original stories now, I'm still loving writing found families and platonic soulmates and maybe the redeeming of one or two villains, so I appreciate all the practice and the feedback I got from these stories! I'll probably keep sneaking Ego references into my stories forever. I'd also be curious to know which story arcs stuck with other people??

[jaggededges123]

Wait wait wait can you do more Z

whats good? Whats up? whats on your mind? do you like to combine your current interests? like maybe start mapping character traits to other series characters or think about crossovers?

OKAY IT’S THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT NOW AND I KNOW WHAT I WANNA TALK ABOUT—

i am gonna be running two events later this year, niecest weekend (august 9-11) and eighthcest weekend (it’s looking like september 20-22) and they’re gonna be GREAT! we’re voting on prompts for niecest weekend right now (dm me for a link if you’d like to vote btw i gave them out in servers but i know not everyone’s in them) and they’re looking really fun tbh 👀👀👀 and we’re still in the suggestion phase for the eighthcest weekend prompts (that link is public and i’ll probably try to reblog it again a day or two before i close the form and switch to voting) but there have been so many absolute banger suggestions already, i’m really really excited for that one as well! i’m gonna do my best to write for them both if i can too because 💪 the main reason i run events is to also participate in them lmfao. tbh lowkey ship weeks/prompt weeks aren’t that hard to run, but it helps to start the ball rolling a bit early for me because i struggle a lot with fatigue and i have a number of memory issues, so i also try to keep reminders in my phone, like “make and spread x google form today” or “don’t forget to ask luna to make a graphic for me pretty pretty please”. speaking of luna XD she is so helpful tbh bc i don’t know colors and if i tried to make a graphic i’m sure it would be so dull for the first several years because i have not trained for an artistic eye at all but she can do something nice in like an hour and takes payment in kisses lol. i don’t remember where i was going with all of this i got distracted but it’s meant to be a ramble so 🤷 that’s fine. i’m really excited for them both and i’m definitely going to use my mod privilege to get a little head start on writing my fics for them lol. ah, i still need to make the collection for eighthcest weekend as well, and maybe an email to go with it just in case i would at some point like to pass the torch along… lots to think about lots to do, but it’s in little flurries of activity tbh and i have a million other things i need to do rn so like 😅 maybe next week if i can get enough done!

[ethanhuntfemmefatale]

ok so the way you’re into ethanmax. i’m into ilsalane. i mean. the dynamic. SOMETHING happened there

I agree that there’s SOMETHING happening….thank you so much for this ask, it is very fun and interesting!!! I have to warn you I don’t think we’re going to agree necessarily, but I hope you’ll find my thoughts interesting and I would love to hear your perspective

My opinions on Ilsa/lane as a concept are complicated…there’s definite sexual undertones going on between Lane and Ilsa, Lane and Ethan, and Lane and Benji. partly because of Lane’s obsession with power and control, which leads him to do things like get in Benji’s space, hunt Ethan down personally, grab Ilsa’s face, in order to prove that they can’t stop him. Part of it is because Lane is a repressed motherfucker and games of emotional manipulation chess are clearly erotic for him, especially when played against a worthy opponent. Personally, though, I don’t see those sexual undertones as being anything but one-sided in any of these dynamics. The only person who ever engages with Lane’s sexually charged mind games is Ethan, which is more a quality of Ethan’s character than a testament to any mutual attraction. My perspective on Ilsa/Lane as a concept is actually that it reveals something important about Ilsa’s character, as opposed to Ethan’s. Ethan is a femme fatale. Ilsa isn’t.

An interesting detail from the Rogue Nation commentary was…I think McQuarrie said this…that the only lie Ilsa ever tells in RN is when she says that Ethan is dead. Other than that, she leaves information out, relays incorrect information that she believes is true, etc. Ilsa’s pretty upfront with Lane in all their scenes together. When pressed, she admits readily that she doesn’t trust him, because, well, he’s a terrorist. She doesn’t play into his expectations or his desires. She doesn’t soften herself or underplay her abilities, and all her displays of power feel less like arguments for her usefulness and more like threats. Despite her overwhelming competence, as a deep cover agent Ilsa’s a pretty bad fit—which makes sense, since she was never meant to succeed in her job of unmasking the Syndicate. The only reason she’s still alive is because she’s incredibly good at her job, and Lane likes (really likes, if you know what I mean) people who are incredibly good at their job. Ilsa also seems to uncomplicatedly fucking hate Lane, lol. Again this is my interpretation of the text. But I see nothing but discomfort, fear, and anger when he grabs her face. Unlike Ethan, Ilsa takes hurt against her personally, and doesn’t forget it easily. And even setting aside the hurt he causes her, Lane also causes a ton of innocent deaths, which is…despite Ilsa’s disillusionment with MI6, and her coming to see the Syndicate as relatively equal to it in shittiness, she never gets to a place where she stops believing innocent lives are worth saving. And her ethical backbone is pretty tough, so I don’t see her having a ton of respect for Lane’s point of view. I don’t see any attraction, I guess is my point, on her end, and I see a lot of enmity. And, crucially, Ilsa isn’t the kind to have complicated sexual relationships with anyone she hates. She’s not Ethan.

If Ethan were in Ilsa’s situation, hell yeah, I would think something was going on. Ethan leans into expectations, plays into what people want from him. If Lane grabbed his cheek, you bet Ethan would stay completely still, and his face would be calm. He uses sex to steal the power of powerful people for himself, uses people’s erotic fixation on him to get them where he wants them. He also has no scruples about his own emotional or physical safety. Ilsa, on the other hand, is a fighter. She’s protective of her body. She’s protective of her own mind, her safety, her freedom. Lane is a threat to all those things. I just personally don’t see him holding much fascination for her, except as a person she would like to see dead. Which is honestly one of the reasons I love her character. She resists the tropes of female characters in spy media, and it fucks.

[khcnshus-knight]

Dating Eddie Munson would include ...

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Requests: Not requested, but do you mind? Exactly. Also requests are open, feel free to send some!

Requested by: Nobody; but this one’s for my bestie @thesebrkenbones​ and everyone else who loves this boy as much as we do.

Note: 

Heavily inspired by the ungodly amount of TikToks I’ve seen and saved about dating this man (saying this just in case anything sounds familiar). <3

I didn’t write anything in 2,5 years and it’s definitely not proof read rn.

You’ve met during the first year of highschool, probably because you bought weed from him.

Being made fun of for dating the ‘’freak’’, but you’re proud of it and just flip everyone the bird. ‘’That’s my girl.’’

Sitting right next to Eddie or on his lap during lunch; or anywhere.

Sitting with him/next to him on his dungeon master throne and fascinatingly watching the game. Eventually learning how to play and joining the others in their fight against Vecna and other monsters. Eddie constantly watching you during the games with the biggest grin on his face.

Getting your own hellfire shirt but he insists you wear his, because it looks better. Even tho it’s the exact same shirt.

This man absolutely loves and would do anything for cuddles. If it would be possible, he’d stay in bed all day, cuddling you. And sometimes he does.

Always playing with his rings, so he gives you one of them which is obviously way too big so he puts it on a necklace for you.

HANDS

He doesn’t like it that much, but you’re the only one who is allowed to touch and style his hair.

Often putting a little braid in his hair and he forgets to take it out, so he gets all flustered once Dustin or just any hellfire member points it out. Definitely tries to take it out super fast but fails so he needs to ask you for help.

Climbing on the roof of the trailer and stargazing together. Being absolutely mesmerized when he points out the different constellations.

Absolutely no morning person; ‘’5 more minutes.’’ Nope, he definitely sleeps longer than just 5 more minutes. Proceeds to stumble through the whole trailer while getting ready for school because this man needs to get his damn diploma. You probably have to get ready just as fast, ‘cause he demands cuddles, especially in the morning and just won’t let go of you.

Late night drives in the van. Pretty much drives you anywhere, but who would complain about having a personal chaffeur?

Going to all his band rehearsals and always watching him perform.

Pretty much having to be there all the time and anywhere, because he needs you close to him 24/7.

He’ll definitely teach you how to play guitar, while sitting right behind you and having his hands over yours, guiding you.

So many nicknames; sweetheart, love, baby, etc.

Always smoking weed together and laughing at literally everything, or just falling asleep.

Lots of playfights, which he wins most of the times because he starts to tickle you.

Always playing your favourite songs on guitar for you.

Always the first to apologize after an argument. Definitely hugs you from behind and whispers the sweetest ‘’I’m sorry baby.’’ in your ear.

Putting eyeliner on him just for fun but you told him how good it actually looks, so he always makes you do his eyeliner for his shows. Not just because you said it looks good, but he secretly loves it too.

Lots of kisses; forehead kisses, morning kisses to wake you up, just all the kisses; lots of makeouts.

Always meeting up at the picknic table in the woods behind the school.

Always having movie nights together and just falling asleep most of the time.

Dusting probably third wheeling most all of your dates. But you don’t mind, Eddie does tho.

100% supporting him after everything that happened to Chrissy.

Being the support he needs during these absolutely insane times.

For sure will start an argument with you because ‘’There’s no fucking way you’re coming with us to the upside down.’’

Obviously going with him anyways because you’re not letting this idiot go alone.

Knowing he’ll try to be the hero for once even tho he always is for you, so you immedeatly go back through the portal after him. Dustin right behind you, helping that idiot fight off the bats and dragging his luckily only slightly injured ass right back through the portal to safety.

‘‘YOU MORON THAT DEFINITELY WAS YOUR SIGN TO RUN AWAY; WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!’‘

He’s too stunned to speak, so you just tackle hug him.

Cleaning and taking care of his wounds, pointing out the cool small scar he has now. And he’s so fucking proud of it, HELLO?!

Doing anything possible to clear his name after defeating Vecna. You somehow manage to, don’t ask me how.

Talking back to anyone who only thinks about making a stupid comment. And god, he absolutely loves it.

Graduating together, flipping everyone the bird and leaving immediately after the both of you got your diploma.

Hanging out with Nancy, Steve and Robin sometimes. And still finding the time for hellfire club and playing some dnd with the kiddos.

THIS IS THE ENDING WE DESERVE. THANK YOU. BYE.

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[natjennie]

hello mutual jennie natjennie im thinking rn like can you imagine if all the ghosts that had been there when cap was alive didn’t really pay him much attention bc they were all more occupied doing their own thing or thought some other soldier was more interesting or whatever. and then he died and they all realized oh shit this guy has a lot going on and they should have paid attention to what he was doing when he thought no one else was around bc there’s no way he’s telling them anything now. i don’t know where i’m going with this but like. you know

OUUUUGGHGGHHHH that's sooooooooo sad because like. I always forget that a lot of them were around for whoever else's death until it's really explicitly pointed out like fanny telling her story and thomas going "I did know all that, I was there" and the thomas thorne affair with everyone's different recollections of how it happened and the quick scene in perfect day when pat remembers his death but this time the ghosts are there and all wince like. it's hard to reconcile the ghosts as Ghosts in the past, that they've been here in roughly the same state through everyone else that has passed yknow within their timeline. kitty is kind of iffy because everyone seems to know that she's touchy about her sister and it's not wise to talk about her past, but no one outright takes over narrating for her or giving their own perspectives so it's hard to say if they definitely bore witness to her life but.

if the captain just. didn't get that at all. no one knew or noticed or payed attention. that makes everything so much more tragic because then NO one knows him. all those little things that make someone human, the things that only family and loved ones get to see, your quirks and your habits when you're alone and truly yourself. things that you would share with people you trust. NO ONE has shared that with him. because if the ghosts are around then there's always this little seed of hope, right like. when I said a nice word to my plant, someone noticed and cared and it made someone a little happier. or when I tripped and busted my ass it was embarrassing but it hurt and maybe someone felt bad for me in another plane. but if they straight up ignored him. he has nothing to show for his life. I mean we have no knowledge of a family or friends. other than havers but I can't get into that right now. so like.. no one in his life ever got close to him to feed that little spark of humanity. and then no one on this constant other plane of people noticed him either!

the idea that the ghosts don't say anything about cap's life not because they're respectful of his privacy but. because they don't know. and in all those years no one has tried to learn anything about him. they stay silent about the bomb and the letter and his time on the front and his military experience because they didn't care to pay attention to it.

it all just feeds so much into the fact that we are defined by our connections to each other and the idea that humans are social creatures and that like "these are my ribs- as defined by your reaching" or whatever that poem says. I mean. we become who we are because of our reflection in others. names are sounds other people use to get our attention. and he doesnt fucking have one.