#you know i write entire essays when i get to talking about my babes

[icanttakethemonmyown]

Current Midnight faves?????

Mine are currently:

Maroon

Bejeweled

Midnight Rain

Karma

omg TASTE anon!! My current faves in no particular order are bejeweled, karma, sweet nothing and basically all of the bonus/3am tracks

i feel like some of the other songs might be growing on me but that could totally be bc of all the fancams/edits on tiktok lmao

(i just wanna do a special shout out to paris and bigger than the whole sky for their 1989 and folklore/evermore vibes respectively, they are probably my top faves if we were counting!!)

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hi!! If you know the reference where the person A says the moon is beautiful without noticing the Person B saying yes beautiful while staring at Person A (//∇//) can I have that with the batboys? I know it’s corny lol thank you!

I hope this was what you envisioned but idk.

‘The moon is beautiful tonight.’ You said.

Jason who’s eyes never left you for a single second, seeing no point in staring at anything else when everything he’s ever wanted was right next to him, smiled at your need to bring attention to the beauty of other things others may walk right past by without a second thought.

‘The moons always has been beautiful, and it will only grow more beautiful as time continues.’ He replied.

You looked over at him, only to see that he was staring at you fondly and with a dopey smile spread across his lips, and immeditly felt very exposed by the way he looked at you as though you had intricately hung the very moon and stars above by hand. It was a look you weren’t use to being on the receiving end of -having only heard of similar looks being talked about in books or seen in movies- but now that you were you were at a loss on what to say or do.

‘You really mean that?’ You asked, finding a loose bit of fabric on your clothing extremely interesting all of a sudden.

‘I’d gladly say it a million times over if it makes it more easily believed.’ Jason said as he moved closer to you until your shoulders were touching, he then gently grabbed your hand away from fiddling the loose bit of fabric of your shirt and intertwined your fingers together, not once had his eyes left your person the entire time.

You smiled at him as you leaned yourself into him, leeching off of his warmth as you tried to go back to looking at the moon, but found it hard once you were made aware of the fact that Jason was staring directly at you as though he found something much more interesting to focus all of his attention on. ‘It’s hard to not believe it when your eyes look at me like that.’ You told him.

Jason tilts his head. ‘Like what sweetheart?’

‘Like I’m special.’ You replied.

Jason then chuckles before kissing the top of your head softly as he then rests his head against the side of yours. ‘I could write an entire essay on how special you are to me and still it wouldn’t be enough, so yeah you are special, more than you could possibly imagine.’

Dick smiled as he propped up his head in his hands as he watched how the moonlight practically illuminated you in your entirety.

It was almost as if a spotlight had shone down on you, making Dick unable to look elsewhere but you and that gorgeous smile that blossomed across your face, not that he needed to be forced to look at you when he could be doing so for the rest of his life if he was allowed that simple luxury.

‘The moon sure is beautiful indeed, can barely take my eyes off them.’ Dick said softly in response.

You then looked over at Dick, only to see him looking at you in a way that made your heart flutter and your face become warm. ‘You can stop looking at me now.’ You tell him.

Dick leaned against the railing with a cheeky smile. ‘Why? I was enjoying the view.’ He replied.

‘Oh so I’m the view now?’ You asked, putting your hands on your hips.

‘You always were the view babe,’ Dick said, ‘a view so beautiful I could barely take my eyes off of and I’m lucky enough to get to see it as often as I do.’ He adds as he pushed himself off the railing and walked towards you and held you by the arms.

‘You’re a sap.’ You laughed, feeling your cheeks grow even warmer.

Dick watched as you laughed and took the time to mentally engrave this moment to his memory, from the way your mouth opened to laugh, to the way your whole face practically light up and the way you stood out amongst the rest of the bright, vibrant lights. ‘Yeah but I’m your sap.’ He retorted as he held you against his chest as you both soaking in the moonlight together, all the while only ever looking at one another.

Tim

Was speechless, the words he had preplanned earlier within the day to say to you had long left him as he could only admire you as you basked in the moonlight and looking ethereal amidst the artificial city lights.

This was a state he often found himself in whenever you were just standing there and it was a little embarrassing for him because it only made him think of how obvious he had been about his feelings this entire time. However he couldn’t exactly blame you for being the epitome of perfection and beauty simply just by existing, Tim didn’t know it could be possible to feel this strongly about someone but here he was, unable to speak his mind in your presence without admiring your every feature as though he was seeing you for the first time again.

You furrowed your brows when you didn’t hear Tim say anything, becoming worried that he might’ve passed out from the lack of sleep he’s had recently and went to look over at him, only to see him looking at you with a wide eyed expression and flushed cheeks.

‘Tim, are you okay?’ You asked, moving towards him.

‘The moon is extremely beautiful tonight yes, even when they are within close proximity.’ Tim blurted out and you stopped when it hit you that he wasn’t talking about the moon, but more so about you and now you were both stood in silence and extremely flustered.

‘That’s, that’s really sweet of you Tim.’ You said, breaking the prolonged silence between the two of you as you felt butterflies within your stomach and a warmth spread throughout your chest.

‘It’s- I was only speaking the truth.’ Tim scratched the back of his head as he looked away from you for a split second before looking back at you, gauging your reaction as a positive one and took the chance to shuffle closer to you.

Tim had been in dangerous situations before but being this close to you, sharing a heartfelt moment between the two of you was enough to have him unable to think properly, his emotions were running rampant within him as his heart was unable to remain at a steady and consistent pace the more he was near you to the point he couldn’t help but be hyper aware of it.

‘Well I appreciate you being truthful,’ you tell him, flashing him a smile that almost ended him with how sweet, kind and loving it was, ‘it’s one of the many things I like about you Tim.’ You add as you then rested your head on his shoulder as poor Tim could only stand there stiff as a bored, but that didn’t matter as a smile grew across his lips and rested his head atop of yours, not wanting to say anything else incase it ruined the perfect mood.

[thawthebeez]

hey guys. tumblr user thawthebeez back at it again with yet another haikyuu essay B) the topic of today is one that i see NOBODY talking about which is crazy because this motif is (in my opinion) one of the main foundations of the kagehina community.

now may someone please explain to me why the HELL nobody ever talks about how whenever Tobio expresses an insecurity of ANY KIND, Hinata is ALWAYS the first one to swoop in and tell him not to worry about it?

yes, we've all established that Hinata Shouyou is the #1 Kageyama Tobio understander. we get that. BUT THIS IS ONE OF THE MAIN DISPLAYS OF THAT AND I'VE SEEN LITERALLY NOBODY SPEAK OF IT EVER.

i'm pretty sure there's an instance of it in season 2 (either that or my brain just made it up) when Tobio is a little worried about his and Hinata's quick attack not really working out but Hinata tells him "nah you'll figure it out eventually" or something along those lines. i'm not going to lose my shit over it because i can't find it but if you know YOU KNOW.

a part that i COULD find from season 2, however, was this:

here we have Tobio explaining how talented of a setter Oikawa is- how he's so much better than him- and it's clear that this is something he's insecure about given his facial expression.

THEN we have Hinata's INSTANT response:

and it blows Tobio away because WHAT

because, to paraphrase a little, Tobio basically just said "yeah oikawa can make any spiker look good no matter what team he's on" to which Hinata replied "yeah but that team wouldn't be Karasuno" which is essentially "Karasuno is strong enough as it is" BUT- if ur crazy- " dw he wouldn't take your spot babe" (<- which probably isn't how it's meant to be interpreted because they just finished talking about The Team That's Stronger As Six thing so like... context clues. it's probably not the insane interpretation).

ANYWAYS boom there it is. Tobio expresses insecurity, Shouyou swoops in and goes "Ermmmm Actuallyyyyy🤓" WHICH IS SO FUCKING ENDEARING ON IT'S OWN BUT THE FACT THAT IT HAPPENS MORE THAN ONCE AND AT SUCH A CRITICAL POINT TOO

the critical point in question being:

(context: Tobio just came back from his training camp in Tokyo and is a little frustrated because he's gotten so used to playing with other prodigies like himself so to go back to talented-but-not-prodigious players is a bit of a switch for him. don't get him wrong tho he loves this team to DEATH it's just a little different that's all. hashtag number one Tobio apologist right here)

SO THERE'S THIS! and it goes without saying that Tobio is DEEPLY insecure about his late middle-school days and being referred to as a king. Tsukishima adds a little salt to the wound and while I didn't take a screenshot of it Tobio makes this look of absolute HORROR after he says what he says

(which, side note, shows a lot of a character development within Tobio. especially since I've been flipping between season 2 and 4 a lot looking for these clips. Tobio didn't even notice when he was acting kingly before but he realizes it INSTANTLY now which is so so so good for him yayyyy character development!)

this also leads fantastically into my next tangent which is

TOBIO FUCKING APOLOGIZES!

now, admittedly this isn't entirely related to my thesis but i absolutely ADORE talking about this scene and i genuinely think it is one of the most prevalent displays of character development within Tobio because i feel like he tends to get overshadowed by all the other characters (especially Hinata, which i'm not upset about in the slightest like it makes perfect sense and if Tobio got all the attention all the time the show would be soooo unbalanced)

but I feel like a lot of people skip over Tobio's overall development over the course of the show. I mean compare s1 Tobio to s4 Tobio THAT IS NOT SAME PERSON ANYMORE. he grows so much over such a short period of time (which is another essay I could write. something along the lines of "Explaining Why Tobio And Shouyou Need To Be On Separate Teams Actually Because Character Development Purposes" because the amount of people i've seen on tiktok complaining about kghn being on separate teams and how they should just be on the same team forever makes my blood boil violently) and it's so refreshing to see Tobio's growth especially as a big Tobio enjoyer.

ANYWAYS back to the main thesis.

So Hinata steps in IMMEDIATELY here. literally cuts Tobio's apology off because HE HAS NOTHING TO APOLOGIZE FOR. he was expressing his thoughts whatever that's fine he could have done it in a nicer way SURE but listen the guy still has a LOOOONNNGGGG way to go but still, nothing to apologize for. it's just growing pains, y'know?

now the quote "What's wrong with him being the King again?" appearing here isn't the first time we're seeing this. Hinata has ALWAYS been confused as to why calling Tobio a "King" is a bad thing. literally from day fucking one Hinata was like "nah dude I think that title is cool" WHICH, AGAIN, TOBIO BEING INSECURE ABOUT SOMETHING AND SHOUYOU REASSURING HIM THAT IT'S TOTALLY CHILL HELLO?????

LITERALLY FROM DAY ONE SHOUYOU HAS BEEN DOING THIS. THAT MAN MAY THINK TOBIO'S AN ASSHOLE SOMETIMES (and he kinda is) BUT NEVER WILL HINATA INHERENTLY HATE A PART OF HIM. and i don't think they realize it here nor do i think the realization comes soon after but at some point there will be the realization that they love each other. every single part. fucking Tobio probably realized it way back in junior high but that's a tangent for another time.

now this line.... this one right here...... oh my god i can be SO NORMAL ABOUT IT.

the main reason why Tobio had this look of HORROR on his face after he yelled at everyone was BECAUSE HE KNEW THE ENDING. he knew that yelling at them would have consequences (if it weren't for Hinata stepping in thank god). HE'S SEEN IT ALL BEFORE. in his final year of junior high he yelled at his teammates to run faster and jump higher and be better AND THEY LEFT HIM!!!

so Tobio yelling like this instantly makes him afraid that he's just ruined the entire balance of the team. he thinks he's going to be left behind again because he yelled and everyone is going to leave him BUT!!!!!

BUT SHOUYOU IMMEDIATELY JUMPS IN AND SAYS "idc what u say honestly if i don't like i'm just not gonna listen" OR, TO TRANSLATE "i'm not going anywhere regardless of what you say"

Tobio's biggest fear is losing this team. I literally do not need to explain why. that man would fucking DIE for this team (if you really need an explanation just to go the end of the Kamomedai match when Tobio admits that he's upset they lost because he wanted to play with that specific team more).

and for Hinata to essentially say "you could literally be as kingly as u want and i simply would not care, pal, i promise you i am NOT going ANYWHERE!!!" which has got to be SO FUCKING RELIEVING FOR TOBIO.

(also something something "nobody was there" / "i'm here" something something "doesn't matter what kind of toss goes up if you send it my way i'm hitting it" something something they're soulmates or whatever they are literally bound together by the universe they were destined to be together and it's a crime that universe kept them apart for so long and now that they're together they will always BE together two peas in a pod literally inseparable they are hot glued and duct taped together.)

and then there's this. i mean at this point you already know what i'm going to say like you get it by now but again IT MUST BE SO RELIEVING TO TOBIO to know that shouyou thinks his biggest insecurity is cool. that shouyou thinks that it's not something to be concerned about. that no matter what, no matter how much a King he is, they're not going anywhere.

SOMETHING SOMETHING "you drew stars around my scars" IF YOU EVEN CARE

and just the fact that it's always ALWAYS shouyou to do this. the fact that there was dead silence before shouyou spoke up. the fact that it's ALWAYS HIM there to understand Tobio (someone who has been misunderstood for as long as he can remember) GOD THEY DRIVE ME INSANE.

anyways thank you for being a witness to this madness👍

[xsage-writingx]

Breaking the Rules Chapter 7

Author’s Note: Chapter 7 is finally up! I'm sorry I didn't post on Friday! To make it up to both you and me, here is Chapter 7 and on Friday I will post Chapter 8. I know I say this on all of my posts but people don't seem to listen and I've ended up blocking people already. So, I guess I'll say it again, I will am checking bio's, for everyone's safety. If I don't see anything that is noting that you are over 18 years old, I will have to block you. I know some chapters are tame but just to be safe I need to do this.

Once again, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Warnings: Sexual themes (finger-female receiving), mentions of male erection.

Masterlist

** I do not condone the copying and reposting of my work. If I find that it is being done I will delete everything and cease writing.**

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It was Saturday and Eddie had practice with Corroded Coffin that afternoon, but by 6pm we would all meet at Eddie’s for a movie night. We were going to watch Poltergeist, and while the boys were all extremely excited, I was not exactly thrilled. Even the Freshman insisted that they wouldn’t be scared and that, “We had no idea what they were capable of.”

Eddie just raised his brows and tilted his head to them. I shook my head and just made sure everyone was aware that I warned them that I may spend the entire movie behind my hands, or screaming.

I took the day of Saturday to work on classwork, records played softly as I wrote out the essay for The Great Gatsby. I had to finish my essay so that I could make sure that I had plenty of time to force Eddie to write his. I was working through a close reading of the imagery of eyes in the novel when my phone rang.

Dad was asleep and I quickly picked up the phone and greeted, “Thank you for calling the Harding House. This is Beck.”

“H-hey Beck, it’s Chrissy,” a soft voice said through the line.

I set down my pencil and readjusted the phone. “Hey Chrissy, what’s going up?” I smacked my hand to my forehead, “Sorry. I meant to say, ‘What’s going on.’ That was my bad.” I laughed at my own stupidity.

She laughed and said, “I was just calling to see if…” she paused, “I guess I was just calling to see if you were free to talk for a little bit.”

“Oh, of course I am,” I said and quickly grabbed my receiver and phone to walk over to my bed. Thank God for long cords. “I was just working on Mrs. O’Donnell’s essay,” I made a gagging sound and laughed, “I will gladly put that down!”

She laughed again and asked, “You’re already writing your essay? What are you writing it on?”

I flopped onto my back and said, “Well, I have to start writing mine now, otherwise, I won’t have time to nag Eddie about writing his.” I picked at some split ends in my hair. “But I’m writing on the imagery and symbolism of the eyes in the texts. Not just the eyes of Dr T.J. Eckleburg but what is seen and unseen by the characters.”

“Whoa,” she sighed, “Do I dare ask what Eddie is going to write about?”

I laughed and said, “Eddie thinks he’s going to write about the use of partying in the text and the social structures. What Eddie is actually going to be writing about is the representation of color in the text.”

Chrissy was laughing again and when her giggles finally relaxed, she said, “He’s not excited by that?”

“The man wears different shades of black and red. He thinks that the reason that the light is green is because, and I quote, ‘I dunno Beck! Maybe the dude liked green because green means go? Go get that babe!’ So, we’ve been working together on how to find and extract quotes to use to build an actual paper.”

I could hear Chrissy kick her feet as she laughed again. “He is so lucky to have you!”

“This is only Fitzgerald. I am absolutely dreading Shakespeare,” I said and laughed as I thought of Eddie trying to read Hamlet.

Chrissy and I went back and forth and eventually topics shifted from school to personal life. “You’re going to do what tonight,” she asked with a squeaking voice.

“I know,” I groaned, “I’m not exactly looking forward to it. I’m going to have nightmares for weeks.”

“At least you can curl into a certain someone and hide from the terrors,” she giggled. My face burned beneath the tease.

“Chrissy,” I squealed and squished my face into my pillow.

She giggled uncontrollably from the other end of the line, then mimicked, “Oh Eddie, I’m so scared! Please protect me.” I kicked my feet on my mattress and giggled at the absolutely absurd imitation. “I’m just saying, there could be worse ways to spend the evening.”

“I just wish I could put on something like Risky Business or something after. That way I can look at Tom Cruise for a while,” I said and sighed.

Chrissy gasped and giggled again, “Beck, you’ve watched that movie?”

“Oh my gosh, Chrissy Cunningham, don’t act like you haven’t watched that movie.” There was a rumble from out front and I hopped up to see Eddie’s van parked at the curb and he was getting out, about to come to the door. Without missing a beat with Chrissy, I yanked open the window and waved him inside. “I could see it in your eyes and my soul connected with yours,” Chrissy giggled again and I continued, “You are a Tom-Cruise-Lady, like myself.”

Eddie spun into my room and his tilted his head as he watched me on the phone. His brows pitched together and mouthed, “Who’s that?”

I mouthed back, “Chrissy.” His brows shot up under his bangs and he made his way over to my bed. He flopped down and placed Rainbow Dreams on his stomach.

“You couldn’t have known that,” she said as I heard her rustle around on her end.

“What, you’re going to look me in the eye on Monday and tell me you’re a Matthew-Broderick-Girl?” Eddie shifted on the bed and gave me a curious look. I waved him off and flopped beside him.

“What’s so wrong with that,” she asked feigning hurt.

“Well, notice how one type was a lady and one was a girl,” I joked. She gasped from the other side. There was a muffled voice from her side and she said faintly to the other person, “Ok, just give me a second.” She brought the phone back to her ear and said, “Hey Beck, I have to get going. My-my mom needs me.”

My chest clenched as her voice dropped. But I hide the worry and said lightly, “Alright, no problem! Eddie just got here-.”

“Hi Chrissy,” Eddie yelled from beside me.

I rolled my eyes to him and said, “Eddie says ‘hi’ if you didn’t have your eardrums blown from him a second ago.” Chrissy laughed and I felt a little better. “Why don’t I call tomorrow? I need some help figuring out what the heck to wear for school pictures in a few weeks.”

“Ok! Tell Eddie I say ‘hi,’ and you enjoy your night,” she teased again.

“I’ll let you know if I use any of your lines.” We both giggled and I said with laughter still shaking my voice, “Talk to you tomorrow,” then hung up.

I walked the phone and receiver back to my desk and Eddie said, “So, you were talking to Chrissy Cunningham?”

“Yeah,” I said as I turned back to him on the bed. “She called me and just wanted to talk. She seemed nervous and quiet but once we got talking, she wouldn’t stop laughing. I think she thinks I’m funny.”

“She must have brain damage then,” he said. I gasped and smacked his chest. “Out of the two of us, we know that I’m the funniest.”

I moved to grab some comfier clothes that I could change into later in the evening. “You’re such a jerk,” I mumbled even though a smile still tugged at my lips.

Arms wrapped around my middle and Eddie’s hot breath fanned my cheek, “You don’t mean that, do you?” He ran his nose along the shell of my ear and my stomach burst into a frenzy. “You know I could be very, very nice.”

I forced down the whimper that threatened to escape and turned around in his arms. “Listen here, Casanova,” Eddie smirked down to me, “We have friends that we need to meet. If you wanted to distract me then you should have come over earlier.”

I wiggled out of his arms and he looked at me with his mouth hanging open. “I had band practice,” he said in a whine.

I turned back to him with an exaggerated pout, “That’s too bad, honey.”

A dangerous smirk played on his lips and he pointed at me, “One day, I’m going to get you back for all this bratty attitude, princess. Just you remember that.” I looked at him from the side of my eyes as I stood at the door, hand on the light switch. “But today is not that day.” He moved towards the door and as he stood above me, he said quietly, “Besides, I don’t have all the tools I need.” His hands gently squeezed my wrists and a sharp intake of breath racked down my throat.

We all met at Eddie’s, Uncle Wayne was working overnight and the trailer was ours. Jeff brought four boxes of different kinds of pizza, Gareth brought all different kinds of soda, Eddie stocked up beer in the fridge, the freshman brought an assortment of candy, and I brought popcorn to not only make in the microwave, but I was unable to resist the large bags of homemade kettle corn that was for sale at the grocery store.

They had all decided that we would wait until later to start the movie, so it was completely dark out. We sat all around the living room, I sat on the couch with Eddie sat on the floor and used my legs as a backrest. Absentmindedly, I took pieces of Eddie’s hair and braided little Viking braids throughout.

I must had been thinking out loud when I mumbled, “We should have a Halloween party.”

The room grew quiet and turned to me. “What was that, princess?”

I looked to everyone and said a little louder, “We should have a Halloween party. I mean, just for us and maybe if we have any friends outside of Hellfire that would come, but mostly just for us. We can do apple cider, doughnuts, and music. Also, if I’m correct with my weeks, my dad will be working an overnight shift on that Friday, November 1st.”

“That is an amazing idea,” Dustin yelled from his spot across from me. I smiled as the boys began to talk excitedly. “I, totally, call dibs on being Han Solo.”

Mike stuttered and said, “No, no, I am going to be Han Solo. I mean, I’m taller and look more like him.” Dustin and Mike then began to argue about who would better be Han Solo.

I would have told them that one of them could be Han Solo and the other be Luke Skywalker but watching them argue was more enjoyable. Eddie leaned his head back onto my lap and asked, “What are you going to be?”

I thought for a second then smirked. I looked down to him and ran my finger down the bridge of his nose. His eyes grew darker and I leaned a little closer, “That’s going to be a surprise.” He moved to close the distance between our lips but I moved back and slouched against the cushions of the couch.

He groaned below me and flopped his mass of curls against my legs as he said, “tease.” I giggled as the group changed topics to putting the movie in. Eddie popped up and began the film, turned the lights down, then went to get a fresh beer. From over the half wall Eddie looked over to me, held up a beer and asked, “Want one?”

I thought about it for a moment before I shrugged and nodded. Maybe it would help with the movie. Eddie smirked, grabbed a second beer, and came to sit beside me on the couch. As the movie progressed, one beer turned to three and my entire form molded to Eddie’s. His arm was thrown over my shoulder and my head rested against his chest. If someone asked, I couldn’t tell them anything about the film as I was completely consumed with Eddie.

It had to have been halfway through the movie when he placed his other hand on my thigh. He slowly traced patterns on the material, and they gradually climbed higher and higher until his fingers traced the crease of my thighs and hip.

I shifted my head on his shoulder to nuzzle my nose into his neck. His arm that was around my shoulders moved and his hand moved into my hair. He squeezed at my roots and a moan slipped from my lips. My head shot up and I looked around to the group. All of them were engrossed with the film and the horror that was playing out on the screen.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tucked my face back into Eddie’s neck again. He chuckled and said, “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll keep you safe.” He squeezed my thigh and handed me my drink.

I looked up into Eddie’s dark eyes and said, “Mm, Mr. Munson, if I didn’t know any better, I would say that you’re trying to get me drunk.”

He gasped softly, “How dare you question my moral integrity.”

I took a sip and held the bottle on the couch cushion. I hummed up into his neck and said, “Yes, how dare I.” With a feather-light touch I ran my lips along his neck. I felt a shiver run across his body.

Too soon did the credits begin and Lucas turned on the light for the living room and I peeled myself away from Eddie. I stood from my seat and my head spun just slightly. Hands grabbed my hips and I looked down to Eddie.

“You ok, princess,” he asked genuinely.

“Yeah,” I said and a giggle escaped my lips. “I guess I’m just a light weight.”

From the kitchen Dustin spoke up, “If you need a ride, Beck, I can ask Steve. I’m about to call him now.”

“Steve?” I looked down to Eddie, who was still sitting on the couch, for clarification.

“King Steve Harrington,” he not so clarified. “He graduated last year but he was the king of Hawkins High.”

I looked back to Dustin and asked, “How did you and this Steve meet?”

Dustin stuttered and laughed nervously. I raised my brows in question, when Dustin finally said, “Well, he used to date Mike’s sister and through being around us so much I became his best friend.”

I pulled my lips down in a disbelieving, wide-eyed, look to Dustin. “If it’s alright with Eddie,” I glanced down to him, “I think I might just crash here. Last thing I need is to stomp around my house drunk when my dad is trying to sleep.”

“Like you ever have to ask,” Eddie said as he squeezed my hips.

I squealed and moved out of his hold. I moved towards the bathroom and as I passed Dustin, I placed my hand on his shoulder, “Thanks though.”

Eventually the freshman cleared out, and while the older members stayed up a little longer, all of us drank a few more beers each, they all made themselves comfortable on the couch, reclining chair and Matty, fully passed-out, sprawled across the floor. It wasn’t until then that I realized that there wasn’t a place for me.

I looked around the small trailer as Eddie got a cup of water for himself and me. I was still spinning in place, just outside of the kitchen area, when Eddie chuckled from near the counter and asked, “What are you doing?”

“I um,” I looked back to the living room then back to Eddie, “I just realized that there isn’t a place for me to sleep.” Eddie’s brow quirked up. “If you want, I can go sleep in the van or something.”

“Yeah, fuck that,” he said and held out one of the glasses of water. I took it and, immediately, with his free hand, Eddie took my other hand. He walked us down the hall to his room.

My throat jumped to my throat as the room grew closer and closer. Not that I was nervous about being alone with Eddie. Rather, I was excited, but what did this mean? Sure, we flirted and teased each other mercilessly, but is this the moment? I wasn’t wearing sexy underwear. I thought back to this morning, I groaned internally because the color wasn’t even sexy. It wasn’t black or red or something, they were pastel purple. They weren’t even something sexy like a lacey thong. No, they were cotton cheeky panties.

Eddie closed the door behind me and placed his cup on the bedside table. He began to take off his shirt and my face flushed. My eyes traveled the expanse of his toned alabaster skin and followed the light trail of hair that started at his bellybutton to the waistband of his jeans.

When my eyes returned to his, I found that Eddie was watching me with a smirk. “See anything you like, princess.” I gasped and flung my hands to my eyes. He chuckled and I heard him walk over to me. His hands took mine and pulled them from my eyes. He was eye level with me when he said, “There she is.”

I groaned and said, “I’m so sorry. I did not mean to look at you like a piece of meat.”

Eddie laughed and said, “Hey, it’s alright to look. It’s, actually, quite the confidence boost.” I groaned and closed my eyes. Eddie chuckled again and moved my hands. I gasped as my knuckles ghosted over smooth skin.

I opened my eyes to see that he had moved my hands to his chest. I began to slowly trace over his skin. The tips of my fingers on my right hand traced over the spindly legs of a black widow spider tattoo on his upper left pectoral, then the wind-swept hair of the skeleton/demon face below it.

I trailed my fingers across his chest and to his right shoulder. I moved to look over the skin there and traced over the wyvern tattoo. Goosebumps erupted over his skin and he took in a shaky breath.

I looked up into his eyes as I skated my finger back to his chest, up his shoulders, and rested on his neck. “You’re amazing, Eddie,” I whispered, I wasn’t even sure if I meant for it to come out.

His fingers closed over the hem of my shirt and he asked, “Please?” I nodded. Time seemed to still and the world slipped away. Only Eddie and I existed as Eddie slowly pulled my shirt up and over my head. His eyes never left mine until my hands returned to his neck and I released the breath that I had been holding.

Only then, did his dark eyes leave mine and moved over my bare shoulders, over my covered breasts, and across my stomach. I looked down, I tried to see what he must see. Before I even began to look too hard, his fingers moved to my chin and lifted my gaze to his.

“Fucking beautiful,” he whispered and moved his lips to mine. It was like gravity falling into place. My everything molded to him and I shuddered as his hot skin met mine. His hand found its way into my hair while the other pressed to the skin of my lower back.

He grazed his tongue across my lower lip and I immediately granted him access. He pressed his hips into me and I clung to him. My senses consumed him. His smell, his taste, the calluses of his fingers, the tickles of his curly hair against my face. I lost myself in him happily.

I hadn’t realized that we were backing up until the back of my knees hit his mattress. He pulled away from me and slowly eased us down to the mattress. I lied on my back; breaths heaved as he hovered over me. He stroked my hair away from my face and my hands moved over his arms, shoulders, and back.

“We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for,” he said quietly. If I didn’t see his lips move, I could have been convinced that it was a whisper in the wind.

“Eddie,” his eyes came back to mine, “Kiss me.”

His lips moved back to mine. He kept himself propped up on an elbow, so as not to put all of his weight on me. My arms wrapped around him and I ground my hips up into his. A moan sounded from Eddie and traveled through my body like wildfire, it set every nerve-ending alight. Eddie moved his hand down my side until it gripped my hip.

I removed my hands from around his shoulders and began to try and work the button on my jeans. Eddie sat up and placed his hands over mine. I looked up to his eyes and without breaking eye contact, he released the button and slowly unzipped the material. I could have been completely naked but I had never been barer then when he looked into my eyes. His gaze pierced my soul, and I couldn’t look away. He looked for any hesitation, any worry, and if he saw anything I knew he would stop. I lifted my hips. He peeled the jeans off and I lied beneath him, not even caring about the color and material of my underwear that worried me before.

I moved my fingers to his jeans and paused at the handcuff belt. I smiled and looked up to him with a cocked brow. “Really,” I asked still smiling.

He grinned down to me and said, “It’s my only belt.” I hummed and began to work the belt loose and then the button and zipper. Once he was free of his ripped black jeans, he crawled back on the bed to rest beside me. He moved one arm under my head and rested it around my shoulder.

There was a tent in his boxers, evidence of his own arousal. I moved my hands to touch him, but he caught my wrist and I looked up to him with worried eyes. He leaned close to my ear and said, “As much as I would love for you to touch me, I want that to be the same night that I can fully feel you.” My breath caught in my throat. “And, unfortunately, these walls are thin and we aren’t the only ones here.”

I became starkly aware of our friends in the living room and looked up to Eddie with pleading eyes. “So, is this where we stop,” I asked and I couldn’t hide the weaver of disappointment.

A slow smirk tugged across his lips and his hand traced over my bare thighs and teased the line of my panties. A heat bloomed in my stomach. “If you can be a good girl and stay quiet, I would love to take care of you,” he whispered. I shivered under his touch. He moved his mouth to the shell of my ear and said, “Let me take care of you, princess.”

I nodded, unable to speak.

Eddie tutted and said, “No, I need to hear you say it. Will you let me take care of you?”

Why did he make me say it. Can’t I just have nodded my head and that was good enough? My words were failing me, the fire in my core consumed me and closed up my throat. His hands stilled and I whimpered. I knew he wasn’t going to move a muscle until I spoke.

I took a deep breath and on a shaking whisper I said, “Yes. Yes, Eddie.”

He hummed in my ear and said, “Good girl.” Then his fingers moved to cup my mound and his middle finger pressed gently exactly where my clitoris was, over my underwear. A gasp flew from my mouth. My eyes looked, unseeing, up at the ceiling as his finger rubbed gentle circles. “Look at me, princess.” I brought my gaze back to his and his pupils were blown wide as he watched my reactions.

His other hand moved and began to massage my breast in time with the movement of his middle finger. My eyes fluttered but his gaze held mine. His fingers tucked under my bra cup and my breath caught at the rough calluses that scraped against the sensitive skin of my nipple. My chest felt heavy as my breathing grew more labored and his finger kept its steady pace.

“You’re going to have to stay quiet,” he warned even though there was a smirk that played on his lips.

“Please Eddie,” I begged. “Please touch me.”

“I am touching you,” he said so matter-of-factly.

I wanted to both smack him and kiss him. “I want you to touch me. Completely. N-no barriers.”

He hummed in acknowledgement. Then his fingers that worked my sensitive nerves slipped under the fabric and dipped into the heat at the apex of my thighs. Eddie groaned and said, “So wet, just for me?” I mewled under his touch. “Sh…” he hushed.

He inserted his middle finger and my body arched off the bed. His lips moved to my neck and began to kiss and bite the skin. He worked his finger in and out of me while the heel of his palm pressed steadily against my clit. His fingers pinched my nipple gently. I felt the coil twist in my stomach.

My legs fell wider apart and I gasp as Eddie added a second finger, never having missed a beat. He moved his lips back to my ear and said, “You’re so tight, princess, and so wet. Fuck, sometimes I wonder if you’ll ever stop getting more perfect, and then here you are, mewling under me. My new favorite instrument.” He groaned as he hooked his fingers inside of me and a moan ripped from my chest. He hushed me gently again.

“I can’t wait until I’m able to have you fully.” The thread coiled tighter. I felt my legs shake and my hands fisted in the sheets below me. “I want you to be able to be as loud as we want. I want to hear every, wonderful, sound that comes from that pretty mouth.” I felt the wave pulling at me. My body tensed as he fingers continued in and out, the heel of his palm never relenting to the same pace as his fingers.

“I can’t want to feel you clench down around me,” he said then scraped my earlobe through his teeth. “I can’t wait to feel you cum around me, princess.”

At that, the coil snapped. My body arched off the bed and my fists clutched at the fabric of the sheets. Eddie must have seen it coming. Just as a wild sound was about to rip from me, his hand tangled in my hair and pulled my lips to his to muffle as much noise as he could.

His skilled fingers continued to pump in and out of me. My body rode wave after wave of pleasure and my nails scratched at Eddie’s shoulders, needing to ground myself in something in fear that I would float up into the night.

Slowly, my body came down from the high and I lied, panting, beside Eddie. He removed his fingers from me and I shifted under the hollowness that followed. He licked his digits clean and then looked down to me. His eyes were soft and his hand began to brush the hair away from my face.

“How are you feeling, princess,” he asked quietly. I hummed and curled into his warmth. A quiet chuckle shook through his chest and I pressed my forehead to the soft skin. “I’ll take that as ‘good,’ right?”

I nodded, and I was so thankful that he didn’t make me use my words.

His arms wrapped around me and he tucked my form to his. He kissed my hair and whispered, “Sleep, I’m right here.”

I mumbled slightly then whispered, “Sleep tight, Eddie.” Something bubbled in my chest but sleep washed over me and pulled my consciousness below before I could register what I had felt for that fleeting moment.

**Thank you so much for reading!**

[awandapologist]

Boyfriend

(Of course this is based off of Dove’s song... hope y’all enjoy! Let me know if you'd like a part 2 ;) )

Summary: Your boyfriend left you alone at the bar but luckily, your friend Kate from class keeps you company…

Word Count: 1.5k

You were pissed to say the least. Not only did you not even want to go out tonight but you definitely did not want to be left sitting alone by yourself.

Your boyfriend, Nate, had dragged you out to a bar close to campus to meet up with some friends. Even though you mentioned how tired you were from your long week of classes and busy schedule, he still somehow managed to convince you to come. Mainly through whining and complaining about how you never went out anymore.

“Babe I’m gonna go play pool with some of the guys on the rugby team. Don’t go anywhere, okay?” He said with a quick kiss to your head. He didn’t even let you have a chance to respond before he was off to the other side of the room.

Fucking douchebag.

You took another sip of your vodka cranberry that your boyfriend had ordered for you and noticed that it was practically empty. Ugh. You felt pathetic. 

You were dressed in a low cut black body suit with high waisted jeans and boots. You weren't vain but you could admit when you looked good. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, didn't even compliment you once the entire evening. Come to think of it, you couldn’t even remember the last time he complimented you at all. 

God, when had you become so unhappy in your relationship? When did it all go to complete shit?

“Rough night?” A deep voice said from behind you, pulling you out from your depressing inner monologue.

You turned around to see a tall brunette with her hands in the back pocket of her jeans. She had a little scrape on her left cheek, a small smile adorning plush lips. You knew the girl as Kate Bishop from your English class.

“You could say that,” you chuckled bitterly.

She took the seat next to you at the bar and turned to face you. 

“Well I’m sorry to hear that,” she said, looking down at your now empty glass.

“Two vodka crans, please,” she said to the bartender, motioning to the two of you.

“Oh no, you don't have to-” you began to protest before she interrupted you. 

“What? Maybe vodka cranberry happens to be my favorite cocktail... Definitely not because I saw you drinking it or anything,” she said playfully.

You smiled at the comment, perhaps the first genuine one of the night.

Conversation flowed between the two of you as you sat at the bar, casually drinking. You inevitably ended up discussing the English class you shared together.

“I actually thought yesterday’s lecture was really great,” you said.

“Of course you did, little miss goody two shoes,” she said teasingly.

“Excuse me!” You said lightly hitting her shoulder. “I am not...”

“Oh please,” she said her eyebrows raising. “I’ve seen you in class, writing down everything the professor says and raising your hand every chance you get,” she teased.

“Oh, so you watch me during class, huh?” you laughed lightly. “Didn’t know Kate Bishop was a stalker.”

“Very funny,” she said casually, but you could see her blush a bit from the comment. “And no, I actually think it’s cool. You really seem to know what you’re talking about as opposed to the other pretentious dicks in our class.”

You snort at her comment. You could see a flash of hesitation on Kate’s face before she spoke up again.

“I am fucked for this essay coming up though… maybe you could help me out sometime?” she asked, eyes meeting yours again as she nervously played with the glass in her hand.

“Oh, badass jock Kate Bishop wants me to tutor her, huh?” You say, now your turn to tease her.

“I just really don’t get Emily Dickinson, okay? How am I supposed to write a whole paper on what I think her strongest works are?”

You rolled your eyes. “Emily Dickinson was one of the best poets to ever live. Her poems are beautiful... you’re missing out.”

“Okay, well how about this? she adjusted her body so she was now completely angled towards you. “You teach me some more about this Dickinson of yours... and I can teach you how to properly shoot a bow,” she offered.

“I think you got yourself a deal, Bishop,” you extended your hand to shake hers and you swore you felt electricity at the touch.

Did she just feel that too?

She removed her hand from yours and cleared her throat.

“You know, I gotta say… I didn’t peg you as the type of girl to be at a bar by herself on a Friday night.”

“Well, it's not really by choice,” you said, taking another sip of your drink. 

“Oh? Well what happened then?” she inquired. She seemed genuinely curious, like she actually cared.

“My boyfriend ditched me for his stupid rugby friends over there,” you nodded to where he was still playing pool with his idiotic friends.

“That’s so shitty,” she said, eyebrows furrowed and a scowl now on her face. “What a dick.”

You sighed, “I wish I could say it’s the first time it's happened, but that would be a lie...” you trailed off, a little embarrassed at the confession.

Kate ordered the two of you another round at that. You were already slightly intoxicated by this point, but you weren't completely sure if it was from the alcohol or because of the girl sitting beside you.

“If I’m being completely honest... I don’t think men really know how to treat women,” she started, leaning with her head in her hand against the counter, gazing at you. “Especially not him,” she nodded at your boyfriend across the room, still completely oblivious to your presence for the last hour. 

“I guess, he’s not the best, but he still loves me. I just wish he would pay me more attention sometimes..” you said, looking back up at her.

“Let me tell you something, Y/N,” she said, a look of determination now on her face. “You’re smart, funny, beautiful.” You noticed how she spoke with a certain emphasis on the last word. “Not to mention…you look amazing in anything you wear.” She looked you up and down, her eyes lingering a little too long on the cleavage you were showing. 

Oh.

Your face went red, looking down at your hands. You felt more excitement in this last hour with Kate than you did in the last six months with your boyfriend. You didn’t know what to make of that.

“Thanks, Kate,” you said sheepishly. Why were you nervous all of a sudden?

“I mean it, Y/N. You deserve to be treated right, feel taken care of by the person you’re with, both emotionally and physically.”

You didn’t think it was possible to be turned on by someone’s voice, but Kate was definitely proving you wrong right about now. With every word she spoke, she leaned in closer, and you unconsciously did the same. You were drawn to her like a magnet. She reached out to brush a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“And I just don’t think he can do the job right,” her eyes travelled down to your lips and back up to your eyes.

You swallowed your nerves back down. “You’re right. I know you’re right, but..”

Your sentence trailed off into silence as she leaned in closer to you, her lips now brushing your ear. Every nerve in your body quite literally felt ignited.

“He can’t treat you right… but I can.”

“W-what?” You stuttered. You wanted to be offended somehow that someone was so shamelessly flirting with you when you were obviously taken. But you weren’t. Not in the slightest. In fact, you loved it.

“I can show you how you deserve to be treated… if you’d let me, of course.” Her breath was a mix of mint and cranberry.

She placed a kiss on the shell of your ear and you shuddered. Kate smirked knowingly at the state she already had you in.

“Come home with me tonight,” she said, voice low and dripping with seduction.

You lost all ability to think. All you could do was listen to your heart. And in that moment, your heart wanted Kate.

She extended a hand out for you to take. You looked behind you to see your boyfriend still drunkenly talking to his friends, being as obnoxious and unavailable as ever.

Kate’s offer never looked so good, as you took her hand. God, your hand felt so small in her big ones. A new wave of confidence and courage surged through your body. You wanted this so badly. 

“Let’s get out of here,” you said, smiling up at her.

She smirked, looking down at you as you got up off the barstool.

She led you out of the crowded bar and you went to grab the door handle of the exit before she quickly stopped you.

“Oh no, Y/N,” she said, holding the door open for you instead to walk out into the cold night.

She whispered into your ear, “Ladies first, baby…I insist.”

[multifariousqueer]

Can you possibly write a smut one-shot where reader rides peters thigh? They have an established relationship and reader is stressed from schoolwork.THIGH RIDING IS UNDERRATED! Tysm ☺️

THIGH RIDING>>>>>>>

It felt like you were apart of everything. From clubs to sports to social cliques. It didn't help that your parents had put you in exclusively honors and AP classes bc in their words "You can do it" and "If I could walk 5 miles to school AND be in all honors classes, so can you." This always infuriated you and Peter but more Peter than you bc you were used to it in a way:

"What tf does the walk have to do with anything???" Peter questioned.

"Idk babe. I really don't know what their logic was there." you said defeated.

You and Peter had been dating for 4 years now and have been sexually active for 2 of those years. You always found sneaky ways to do it, weather it be in a janitors closet or his bed when Aunt May was working; you two always found a way. It was also convenient that Peter was your physics tutor which caused you two to have "study" dates that almost always ended in cum being everywhere. Peter knew you inside and out(literally) and he knew how sex can calm your nerves. So after one particularly hard day at school, you went to Peter's place:

"Omg babe, I literally have an English test tomorrow, a Math test tomorrow and an essay worth 40% of my grade due at midnight that I haven't even started yet." you said on the brink of tears

"Damn, that sucks babe. Why didn't you study or do the essay?" he said approaching you.

"Idk maybe bc of cheer and Model UN." you said sarcastically.

"School should come first, princess" he said grabbing your chin.

"Ikkkkk but I thought I would have time-" you stopped.

Peter had pressed his lips to yours:

"First of all, don't get sarcastic with me bc you didn't do your work. Second of all, I think I could help you in more than one way if you know what I mean" Peter said strongly.

You didn't know what he meant until he pulled you on the bed with him. His kisses became more heated and passionate quickly and his hands began wandering your body. He cupped your breast and began pinching and pulling your nipples. You whimpered at the sensation and he sat you on his lap and pulled off your shirt. He started sucking and lightly biting your nipple and rubbing small circles on your clit through your cotton panties. You started to grind against his hand but he quickly pulled away:

"Ride my thigh, princess" he said.

"Yes, sir." you cooed.

He situated you on his thigh but not before pulling down your panties which stuck to your pussy. Peter licked his lips at the sight and groaned. You sat down on his thick thigh and began riding. The feeling was odd at first because of you being bare and him being fully clothed in jeans but you pushed passed it. As you started grinding and moaning, you could see his jeans becoming tighter and tighter and his facial expressions becoming more and more fixated on your pussy and the wet patch on his leg. You let out light whimpers and moans as you were approaching your high. Peter started rocking your hips for you, coaching you through your orgasm:

"Yea baby, you're doing so good for me."

"Mmmm just like that princess."

"You're so close'

Before long, you let out your orgasm all over Peter's leg. You were a moaning mess but Peter gripped your ass the entire way through and guided you through the entire process. You felt so euphoric and any thoughts of your studies quickly faded away. As you caught your breath and began unfogging your head, you remembered Peter's words that brought you to this place,

"What was the other way?" you said.

"Hm?" Peter questioned.

"The other way you could help" you reinstated.

"I could tell you; but you'd have to help me with something" he said looking at his bulge.

You looked in his line of sight and quickly understood what he was talking about. You caught your breath, looked at the clock and got on your knees as Peter pulled down his pants.

[crisalidaseason]

Mikasa with an ADHD partner

So, as an ADHD person I'd like to feel loved by someone that doesn't invalidate my condition based on stereotypes. Mikasa is my comfort character.

Also, can be considered a reader insert (I kept it as neutral as possible). And my portrayal of ADHD is based on my experiences. I am properly diagnosed.

When Mikasa first met her current partner she didn't notice anything specific. As an observant person, Mikasa is very aware that people are vastly different and always tries not to be judgmental of anybody. The next few times she talked to them Mikasa immediately noticed that some of their actions were rather similar to her brother's, Eren.

Like the notes written on their hands and arms (things such as "buy milk" "doc appointment at 5 today"). But she never assumed anything because it was appropriate, besides, there was nothing wrong with writing little reminders on your skin. Next thing she noticed were the sensibility to sounds. Sometimes they could listen to music, talk to friends, play with a portable videogame all at the same time. But sometimes the softest of sounds could make them loose focus completely and get super angry and frustrated. Yep, Mikasa had seen that before.

When Mikasa and them started dating she also noticed how forgetful they could be, specially with routines! More than once they forgot Mikasa was going to pick them up for school and ended up taking the bus. Or they would forget where Mikasa's classroom was even if they've been there multiple times before. One time they forgot a date and when Mikasa called asking "hey babe, where are you?" They immediately panicked and felt horrible!

At this point Mikasa knew something was a little different but didn't want to ask anything in fear of upsetting her lover. Mikasa just decided to help as best as she could whenever they needed.

She would always send a message in the mornings saying "I'll be picking you up soon, love 💕". She would sit on the bathroom floor with them when sounds were too much to handle. She would remind them to rest a little when they were feeling all over the place. Mikasa also gifted them a cute handmade calendar with important dates such as birthdays and appointments. The calendar was placed on a very visible area of the bedroom and Mikas would often go to their house and say "hey babe, came here to update your calendar". She would be awake with her partner when they forgot an essay and had to do it last minute, she would bring them snacks and water and make little shoulder massages.

Of course they noticed Mikasa's actions. Nobody ever cared and respected them so it made a huge difference when suddenly someone started to care. They were afraid though, scared actually, that Mikasa would get tired and realize dealing with them is not worth it. She heard that from many people who were supposed to care.

One day, they gathered courage and decided to ask why Mikasa did all those little things.

"I don't know babe, it just seemed to help you"

"I know, but you don't have to. I've lived chaotically my entire life and I don't want you to worry about my necessities all the time"

"If I don't worry about making you comfortable and respected what kind of girlfriend am I?"

They cried a lot. Feeling loved at that level almost seemed like a crime. To have your partner truly understand and care for your needs was something almost unreal. But Mikasa always seemed unreal, like a figment of somebody's imagination.

"Don't cry, love. I'll always listen to your needs and do my best to help you" Mikasa hugged them tightly.

[technowoah]

Can I request a prompt #37 with Karl Jacobs? I love your writing btw :)

Ring(s)

The four times Karl tried to propose and the one time he actually did.

- Karl Jacobs x gen!neutral reader!

- Prompts: 37) "Are you proposing?!"

⚠︎ swearing, fluff, angst if you squint and a rushed ending. I didn't proofread either

an// TYSM FOR LIKING MY WORK 😭ALSO Thanks for requesting and sorry this came out so late! Hope you enjoy :)

To say that Karl loved you was an understatement. He adored you and practically worshipped the ground you stood on. He is so respectful, which is a major upgrade from your other boyfriends, and loves you for who you are. You didn't have to put on a facadè at all during the 3 years you two have dated.

This love wasn't a one way thing. You loved him just as much, or even more, than he did. Everything he did you supported, you were always cheering him on from wherever you were. You were here for the good and the bad, and he was too. You two never shyed away from admiting your love and support. You could write a essay on each thing you love about Karl.

The idea of marriage came up during a late night dinner at Denny's. The idea came so naturally to you, so it surprised Karl that you didn't tense up. Karl was tense when bringing up the topic of marriage, so when you said "Yeah, I wanna get married to you one day." so casually it caught him off gaurd.

You two had already talked about marriage time and time again, but this time Karl wanted to take the initiative. He was ready to get married and since the marriage talk was just a few months ago it was fresh in his mind. Karl could vividly imagine you walking down the aisle towards him looking angelic. He could see everything now and he wanted those daydreams to become a reality. He wanted to physically feel your hands against his as you two say "I do" to one another.

He couldn't stop thinking about settling down in a nice house with you. Karl already bought a ring for you and always has it with him. Now he justs needs to figure out how to tell you.

1st proposal: Fireworks

"THIS IS THE MOST EXPENSIVE FIREWORK IN THE ENTIRE WORLD-"

You blocked out Jimmy's yelling as you sat in a lawn chair in the middle of the woods. Karl had invited you to a MrBeast video shoot because he thought it would be a great early 4th of July. It was late at night and slightly cool outside, so you were wearing a MrBeast hoodie Karl was wearing earlier. You zoned out as the boys talked to the camera over and over again, taking multiple shots.

You found yourself looking at Karl most of the time you sat there and you always caught his gaze towards you. Every time you caught him looking at you, you sent him a small wave or blow him a kiss and every time he sent a shy wave back or sent a more exaggerated kiss back.

During halfway through the shooting you begrudgingly had to move your lawn chair further and further away from your original spot. Karl always checked up on you before and after each firework set were blown up. He has been acting fidgety around you and you didnt know why. When you tried to confront him about it he would always turn away and go back to the boys without a glance back, and his hands in his pockets.

You loved watching the guys play with so many different types of fireworks, this was a great 4th of July for you, but you wished that Karl was sitting next to you feeling the bliss that you were.

You were currently sitting behind bulletproof glass while the guys had a control panel on their lap. Karl kept sending glances towards you and you looked at him and smiled whishing he was next to you and not over by the guys. You knew it was selfish, but he invited you here.

Karl kept bouncing his leg, he kept his hand in his pocket which held the ring. He kept sending glances towards you, knowing he should be on one knee right about now. Jimmy was about to fire off the last rocket of the night and Karl couldn't seem to go over and ask you to marry him. He knew he was hilding himself back which made him hate himself. You deserved a good night and he hoped you enjoyed the fireworks, but he knew on the ride back he would have to apologize.

He stayed with the boys as they went to go see the fireworks they would be setting off soon. Once they came back they were all about to press the button to set off the expensive fireworks they counted down from 5 and he looked towards you. You were standing up with your arms crossed, hopefully shielding yourself from the cold, and looking towards the fireworks that were going to burst. They finally pressed the button the fireworks went off.

Each burst of light in the air sent a glow onto your smiling face. Karl sent a somber glace and marveled in how the explosion of the fireworks sent a beautiful glow around you.

This wasnt the right time. Next time.

2nd proposal: Donuts

"Im sorry for last night." Karl apologized as you both took a seat at a booth by the window at the small coffee and donut shop.

This was supposed to be an apology for the last failed proposal. Instead of spending time with you, he kept his distance which was the opposite of what he really wanted to do. This was a way to spend much needed time with eachother, but this was also another attempt at a proposal.

Karl wanted to hide the ring in the middle of a donut so when you inevitably look at it when he hands it to you, you'll see the ring and then he'll propose right there. To him it seemed flawless.

You never wanted a huge proposal. You didnt want that much attention on you when your future significant other would propose. Something simple would be the ideal proposal and you've hinted that many times to Karl and right now he was listening. There were only two other couples in the small diner because others were picking up donuts and leaving. If he decided to get down on one knee it would cause a scene.

You stayed silent for a moment looking at Karl before deciding to speak.

"It's no problem. Please dont stress out about it." You smiled softly and he smiled back at you. "I mean the fireworks were beautiful, but you all were screaming too much."

You both laughed as you both recalled that night in the desert.

"Yeah I just didn't..I didn't really talk to you all night. I feel bad." Karl said fiddling with his hands.

"Its in the past Karl. And I still know you love me." You reached out to grab both of his hands and hold his cool hands in yours.

"I do love you." He whispered for only you to hear leaving both of you smiling ear to ear.

"What kind of donuts you want?" Karl asked looking into your eyes carefully.

You thought about it for a while before speaking up. "I'll keep it simple. Icing with sprinkles. Surprise me with the icing color!" You exclaimed while letting go of his hands for a second.

Once you two let go of eachothers hands he immediately went to his pocket and played with the velvet box. He nodded his head and without a word he stood up to meet the cashier behind the display box of donuts. He ordered only one donut as you said with orange icing this time.

He paid for the food and stayed at the counter where he paid. Karl looked back to see if you were paying attention to him only to see you looking out the window at the people passing by. Karl smiled at the sight knowing he really wants to marry you one day and then he looked down at the glistening ring inside of the box.

Karl was supposed to put the ring in the middle of the donut that was laying alone on a napkin on the counter. He started to think of the possibilities of what could happen. What if you didn't see the ring and crumble the ring with the napkin and throw it away? What if you accidentally put the ring in your mouth? What if you weren't hungry anymore?

He looked over again to where you were looking at him giving him the same smile you gave during the fireworks. Karl sighed and once again closed the box with the ring. He was a coward and he knew that.

Karl picked up the donut from the counter and made his way over to you.

"Here's your donut with sprinkles and orange icing!" Karl exclaimed putting emphasis on the 'orange' part.

"Thanks babe!" You smiled as he sat down across from you. "Wait, you didn't get anything for yourself?"

Karl sighed again for what seemed like the 100th time today and put on a smile. "I ended up not being as hungry as I thought I was."

"Well I could always share!" You started to eat your donut as Karl ended up looking outside.

Unbeknownst to you he was thinking of another way to propose without himself getting in his own head.

He'll find a time.

3rd proposal: Livestream

"Chat! As you can see I have my significant other here with me!" Karl exclaimed to his Twitch following.

You were sat next to him in another one of his office chairs with a blanket across your lap. You loved to join Karl's streams, the last couple of time you two played minecraft, gang beats, played on the nitendo switch for a while, but this time he didn't tell you what games you two would be playing. Karl just told you to come over tonight and ended up asking to join him for a stream last minute.

Now you are here next to him as Karl glows with excitement as he streams to his growing followers. You loved how he interacted with his fans and had a genuine connection with them, but sometimes that strong connection can, and has led to some nights where you had to stay the night and comfort him from his inner demons and the internet. Those nights made you love him even more, the vulnerability he gave to you made you comfortable with him.

It seems like the more time you spend eith him the more you want to officially get married. You didn't want to rush him because you soon figured out for yourself that there is no rush to express your love, which you two do everyday day. You two can get eloped in Vegas and you'll be happy, as long as you can spend the rest of your life with the man you love.

Karl kept sending glances towards you throughout the stream hoping you were having fun with the chill, q and a stream. Again he wanted to propose to you tonight during the stream. He loved showing your relationship whenever he could and whenever you would allow him to. His community also loved you the moment you became his significant other, so hopefully this will be a beautiful moment.

You talked to his chat as he contemplated, again, about whether to propose tonight. It wasn't infront of people, it was infront of a screen and it would be on Twitter in less than a week. This would be a good moment, but then again he wanted this moment to be between you two and he couldn't find the right time nor the right "moment".

As the stream continues you ended up wrapping yourself fully in the blanket and lying your head on his shoulder. You both cuddled eachother while you two answered questions. Karl kissed the top of your head and finally collected all of his thoughts.

He didn't need to propose to officially claim his love to you. Karl knew you both loved eachother to the ends of the Earth and back. There's no need for ceremony and the one day he will propose, he know it will come naturally. There is no need to force it, and now he wont.

Only time will tell.

4th proposal: spongebob

"Are you ready, kids?

Aye, aye, Captain!

I can't hear you!

Aye, aye, captain!

Oh!"

The TV illuminated the comfortable, dark room you two were in. You were lying on the couch with Karl with the blanket you had while streaming. It was late at night after the stream and you two ended up watching re-runs of spongebob. Karl sang along to the theme song softly while you hummed along. This was the 4th episode you both watched this night and it was a great way to end the week.

"Do you want to stay over tonight?" Karl asked softly with tiredness in his voice.

"Of couse. Im too tired to move, so thanks for offering." You chuckled.

"You're welcome here anytime." Karl yawned and squeezed your sides. "Do you want popcorn?"

"Hell yeah." You got off of Karl as he walked to the kitchen.

He put the bag into the microwave and leaned back onto the kitchen counter as he waited. Karl looked over to the side and saw a empty vase which was next to the velvet box he was carrying with him this whole week. He shook his head and laughed to himself before getting the popcorn out of the microwave, dumping it in a bowl and walking back to see you taking up the whole couch.

"Move over or I'll sit on you." Karl said standing above her.

"Is that a promise?" You teased.

"Okay then!" He turned around and began to slowly and dramatically fake sitting ontop of you.

You began to laugh and try to push him off of you. You successfully got him to sit down and returned to your previous position, but this time with popcorn.

"I love you, you know that?" You hummed into his chest.

"Yeah, and I love you more."

"I love you most."

"I love you mostest." Karl laughed.

"That's not a word." You smiled.

"I love you so much I made up a word for ya." Karl kissed you head and you hugged him tighter.

"You know what?" Karl chuckled. "I love you so much that I tried to propose to you 3 times this week."

Karl finished and you sat up from your spot looking surprised. Karl sat up as well thinking he made a mistake telling you. He was abkut to apologize, but you beat him to speak.

"Oh my gosh!" You exhaled.

"Look, I'm sorr-"

"Are you proposing?!" You exclaimed with a smile on your face.

"Huh-?"

Karl was surprised just like you were before. He remembered that he wanted the Maybe this was the moment he needed this week.

Karl grabbed both of your hands and caressed them both, looking into your eyes. "I was planning to all week. But now I think this is a good moment. So Y/N? Will you marry me?"

"Of course I will!" You enveloped him into a tight hug and peppered his face with kisses. He finally found his moment and he couldn't be happier.

"You said you tried to propose three other times?" You questioned. "When was that?"

"Its a long story."

[silkscream]

"books about women who r insane"... i would love those recs 🖤

OMG ok babe i gotchu... before u dive in though i recommend this essay first just because a lot of the books i love do happen to be in this weird trendy genre of "dissociative feminism" which often has a ver white lens. unfortunate and yucky

bunny by mona awad. unhinged and nothing i'd expected before. bonus points for being set in new england because i am in fact a the secret history hoe (sorry)

my sister the serial killer by oyinkan braithwaite which i didn’t get very far in because i read it in the bookstore and didn’t feel like buying it HGJKDGHFD but i loved it so far. i have to purchase it soon

milkfed by melissa broder. big tw for eating disorders though but it does happen to be Gay

sharp objects by gillian flynn. one of my fav books of all fucking time but has major tws for... most things. self harm, alcoholism, abuse, etc.

no one is talking about this by patricia lockwood. this isn’t really abt an unhinged woman but like it is because the entire novel is like hey what if someone wrote what it feels like to be on twitter. idk how to explain it the narrative is VERY weird but i was obsessed

anything by ottessa moshfegh... she is like the lana del rey of fiction abt women but only because (white) tiktok girlies are weird as fuck and love to romanticize cunty women. as do i, but like, moshfegh actually has inspired my own writing tbh

dare me by megan abbott this book is INSANEEEE for a YA novel and it’s abt cheerleaders being evil

boy parts by eliza clark. this is american psycho for hot girls and it fucked me up only because. you know that feeling when you’re mega online and then you encounter someone irl who’s just like that? like u understand all their references and maybe u should be excited abt that but it’s actually very fucking weird? that’s me w this book

her body and other parties by carmen maria machado. gay and a lil creepy. very good short stories!

[mercurygray]

A kind friend (who is not anonymous but will remain nameless on this post) asked me to talk a little bit more about something I said a few weeks ago about my opinions on Eugene Roe.

This turned into an essay. Here it goes.

I think Eugene Roe exists in the very certain knowledge that he is the last person most of these men will see before they are going to die, and that fact haunts him.

This is what keeps him in the background for most of the show: He does not want to get close. Getting close will hurt more.

We don't see much of Roe in Episode 1; he's in the background of a couple scenes, notably Sobel's mishap at Mackall, where he gives the camera a very long, unimpressed face. He's not a big personality; he doesn't appear as part of a friend group. The first time we really see him is in Episode 2, fishing a bullet out of Winters' ankle. He's calm, capable, and yet still at his wit's end with whatever's going on with Blithe. Because that is another thing about Roe - he is often powerless, and he knows it.

In Episode 6, there's a conversation that Roe has with Babe/Spina/someone about how they become a medic, and Spina makes it sound pretty grim. Literally, they get given an armband, and have their rifle taken away. Roe had no choice in this - it's not his calling, and he didn't ask for it. And most of these guys signed up to fight!

So it's no wonder that Roe has simmering anger underneath it all. He was powerless with that decision, and often powerless in the moment because he has...a bag of rapidly diminishing stuff, against the entire war.

He has these things, and the knowledge that he is something like the Angel of Death, and one more thing: when someone shoots at me and I am hit, there will be no one to come for me. I think it is this knowledge that is with him on a lot of those long, lonely shots when we see him in Bastogne - when I am hit, there will be no one to come for me.

In Crossroads, when Winters and Welsh come back with Moose and he explodes at them for not sticking the syrettes into his jacket, his anger is at its most palpable. Christ, even you. I have to take care of YOU. The two people in this whole thing who are maybe, maybe, supposed to take care of me, and even then I'm on my own. The man is not lonely, but he is certainly alone.

The fact that the two officers don't rebuke him for his out of turn remark is telling - they realize their mistake, and more importantly, they respect him. As we move further into the series, the respect that the rest of the characters have for Roe is very tangible - he is able to seemingly work miracles. But that is a double-edged sword - every success only gives him a longer way to fall when he fails, and that is where we find him in Bastogne, thinking about failure, about powerlessness.

Is he a caretaker? Sure - but I don't think that's not something that comes naturally to him. He resents it, and he hides that resentment in the service of being there for his fellow soldiers, because that is what paratroopers do.

You asked for my preference about how he's written, and I've given it, but in all honesty, I'm not seeking out fic about this guy, so my preference in the grand scheme of things means very little. I can write him the way I perceive him and support others whose interpretation I vibe with. As might be apparent from the fact that I just wrote what amounts to an essay on the guy, I don't dislike him as a character - far from it! I think there's a lot of depth there and when someone captures some of that, I will happily read it.

Look, there are many ways to read a character and my way is only one of them. It's not for me to say whether it's the right way or the wrong way, but it's the way that makes the most sense to me, and I've backed it up with evidence from the text. People read and write fic for different reasons and different audiences and I'm not all of them. In the end, all of this is all interpretation. If you're asking because you're curious, that's cool - but I'm still just one person. Maybe no one wants to read my version.

[dracowars]

could i request a slytherin x draco imagine where the reader and draco have been dating for a long time and she’s kind of a bitch like draco but she also doesn’t believe in blood supremacy so people are just scared of her they don’t not like her but anyways she and draco do share same feelings towards potter and stuff like that so what if draco crossed the line with potter or the trio and ron and harry get super upset but the reader feels bad and goes up to hermoine after class and apologizes because she know draco didn’t mean it to go that far but he’s stubborn and she feels better about the situation but the next morning ron confesses that he had the twins help of putting something in draco’s glass for breakfast but in actuality it was the readers cup and they see the reader drink it and they freak out because ron said that it was a smaller dose of draught of the living death where they could get sick and fall asleep for a long time and hermoine freaks out because she says that the reader apologizes and throughout the day the reader feels super ill and draco is tries taking care of her until that night where she goes to sleep and pansy her roommate and bff (we love pansy) can’t wake her up and she runs to the great hall and tells draco and the trio feels guilty until the twins get an antidote and it ends in fluff? i’m sorry it’s so long idk how else to explain it 😥

unforgivable | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x slytherin!reader

word count: 2,7k

summary: where y/n gets poisoned due to draco's behavior

a/n: finally, i'm back!!! my hand still hurts, but i managed to write this on my laptop so it did not hurt that much while writing. hope you enjoy <3

warnings: angst, use of unforgivable spell, cursing, mentions of death

universe: harry potter

„Only those who really want to inflict torture on their victim and have sadistic pleasure in seeing them suffer, can create the right magical energy for a successful torture curse”, Professor Snape, your teacher in Defense Against the Dark Arts this year, repeats to the entire class, strutting around in front of the blackboard that is only filled with three words. Slowly getting bored, you lean back in your chair and look at the ceiling, which seems far more interesting than the repetition of the three unforgivable curses right now.

Your gaze wanders over the numerous cracks in the ceiling above you until you completely block out Professor Snape’s voice. As soon as you direct your eyes a little further to the left, you stare at your beautiful boyfriend, whose side profile is illuminated by the shining sun. Smiling to yourself, you move closer to him to gently place your hand on top of his, hoping to draw his attention to you.

But without success.

Draco does not move an inch, his gaze intently focused on the front of the classroom while he is listening to the lesson, not even stopping when you finally lay your head on his shoulder and sigh softly.

Since your beloved boyfriend obviously does not want to give you the attention you deserve, you look for something else to do to cure your boredom. Annoying Harry Potter and Ron Weasley seems like a good decision for you. It does not take you long to toss small, rolled up balls of paper against the back of their heads, careful to only throw it across the room when Snape turns his back to the class. Rolling their eyes, they turn to you in annoyance, but you just give them a malicious smile before they try to focus again.

Just like Draco, you despise Harry Potter profoundly. There has never been a real reason for your hatred, but sometimes you meet people in your life that you just can’t get along with. This similarity of Draco and you only bonded you together even more.

You were never very popular at Hogwarts anyway, neither with your classmates nor with the teachers. But you do not care. In fact, you even enjoy it when you walk through the corridors and the first years move aside in fear immediately. If Draco is with you, they even turn around and take a different path. And because the few people you actually do get along with are always by your side, you do not mind having a certain reputation at this school.

“You will write a twenty-page essay about the unforgivable curses until next week”, Professor Snape finishes the lesson and you excitedly jump out of your seat right away, collecting your stuff. Since your hand was still connected to Draco’s, you pulled him along.

“Someone seems to have a strong interest in these curses”, you giggle when you see his almost annoyed expression due to the ending of the lesson.

“And what if it does?”, he rolls his eyes at you and you wait until he has stowed all his things in his bag before you go out into the hallway together. Almost like a reflex, you intertwine your hands as you walk down the corridors of Hogwarts.

On your way to the Great Hall to get something to eat, you walk across the courtyard when you suddenly notice the Golden Trio, as they are called, sitting on one of the benches out of the corner of your eye. Before you can react, they are already standing in front of you.

“Sorry, but you are covering the sun”, you mention snippily and raise an eyebrow, waiting for them to clear the way.

“What was that about earlier, Y/N?”, Ron angrily asks you and you just shrug your shoulders ignorantly.

“Do not make a scene now, Weaselbee”, Draco interferes, obviously annoyed.

“Oh, it is you, Malfoy! I did not recognize you anymore, now that you have suddenly become so meek since your father is in Azkaban”, Harry mocks and you feel the situation slowly escalating. “How does he like his new home?”

If looks could kill, you are sure all three of them would be dead on the spot.

“At least I still have parents, Scarhead”, Draco fires back through gritted teeth and his grip on your hand becomes tighter.

“Depulso!”

As soon as these words come out of Harry’s mouth, Draco is pushed back through the air, his back hitting the brick wall. In shock, you look after him, your legs unable to move. The arguments between you and them happened countless times, but no one has ever raised their wand.

“Harry!”, you hear Hermione scold him, but too late. The anger is clearly written upon Draco’s face as he slowly straightens his posture. Reaching for his wand in a flash, the next few seconds pass in slow motion.

“Cruci-“

“Expelliarmus!”, you quickly interrupt when you realize what Draco was about to say, and his wand flies through the air, landing right in front of your feet. An uncomfortable silence spreads and even Draco does not seem to understand what he was about to do.

“You have totally gone crazy!”, Ron is the first so speak up and angrily stomps towards your still stunned boyfriend, but you quickly stand between them, protecting Draco.

“Ron, stop it”, Hermione talks him out of doing anything stupid until he finally gives in and lets her pull him away. With an disparaging look, the three of them disappear into the next corridor.

“Are you actually crazy!?”, you turn to Draco, who immediately lowers his head, obviously understanding that his actions were wrong. “These curses are called unforgivable for a reason, Draco! I thought you listened to Snape today, damn it!”

“I-I am sorry”, he manages to say, lifting his head to look at you, trying to show you that he is serious. “But you hate them too!”

“And yet I would never harm them physically!”, you reply irritably and shove his wand back into his hand. You then turn away, shaking your head.

“I apologized! Wait, babe-“

“No, Draco. You went too far this time”, you interrupt him and pull your wrist out of his grip. With these words you leave him alone and make your way into the filled Great Hall. Once you arrive inside, you feel the burning and piercing looks of the whole Gryffindor table on you, but you choose to ignore them and walk straight up to their table. Contrary to what you expected, their conversations suddenly fall silent when you walk up to Hermione.

“Can we talk for a moment?”, you ask her with no emotion in your voice or face, but your eyes are almost begging her, and your heart is leaping. After exchanging a few glances with the Weasley twins and their little sister, Hermione nods in agreement and follows you out of the Great Hall into the silence of the corridors.

“What is it?”, she sighs and puts her hands on her hips.

“I wanted to apologize for Draco’s behavior. He really did not mean it, you have to believe me. Draco can be so incredibly stubborn sometimes, but he would never want to harm any of you”, you rant to her while she listens closely.

“First of all, I am not the one you should apologize to, and most importantly, you should not be the one to apologize”, Hermione replies, rubbing her fingers against her temple. “We both know what happens to wizards who cast one of these curse-“

“Shh!” you interrupt her and quickly cover her mouth, suppressing her words. “I know. But- Well I-“

“I accept your apology, Y/N. After all, Harry and Ron were not entirely innocent either”, she explains to you and for a brief moment you see a small smile cross her lips. Right now, you would love to hug her.

“Thank you”, you say from the bottom of your heart. Sometimes it can actually be helpful to approach things with a little kindness.

“I am also sorry about what happened. Let us just forget about it”, she suggests, and you agree without hesitation.

And Hermione really is just as sorry as you are. Especially when Ron tells her about his nasty plan at breakfast the next morning. Hermione did not get around to tell them about your apology yet, which is why Ron still wants revenge. With the help of Fred and George, he prepared a small potion of Draught of the Living Death and gave it into Draco’s glass. But when Hermione finds out about it, it is already too late.

She can only helplessly watch as you suddenly ingest the toxic mixture instead of Draco.

You, on the other hand, did not even notice that there is something strange about your drink and continue to talk with Pansy, while still giving Draco the cold shoulder. Of course, he has apologized a thousand times, but if you do not punish him in some way, he will never learn from it.

Nevertheless, you are quite glad that he does not leave your side for the whole day, because when you feel lightheaded all of a sudden and shortly afterwards pass out, he is by your side immediately, catching you.

“Babe, can you hear me?!”, Draco basically yells in your face before gently patting your cheek, causing you to open your eyes again. Confused and disoriented, you look around, not remembering what happened.

“What- What happened?”, you ask limp, almost not able to get your teeth apart to speak while your eyes keep feeling extremely heavy.

“You passed out”, he explains as he is already heaving you into his strong arms. “I will take you to your room, you have to rest.”

Carefully, he lays you down on the soft mattress of your bed and covers your body with the blanket, completely wrapping you up before he sits on the edge of the bed and closely watches you. You weakly reach for his hand and run your thumb over the back of his hand before a quiet ‘thank you’ leaves your lips, drifting into a deep sleep.

After Draco lingers by your side for several hours silently, inwardly dying of worry, Pansy finally compels him to go to the Great Hall for dinner and then catch up on some sleep himself while she takes care of you. Only when she promises, does he consent and leave your room.

It is already late in the evening when Pansy goes to bed after finishing her homework while keeping an eye on you the whole time. Just as she is about to make herself comfortable, she notices that your chest is no longer moving up and down regularly as it was a few minutes ago.

You do not breathe anymore.

“Y/N!”, Pansy yells and runs to your side, placing her hands on your shoulders to shake you awake. “Wake up, wake up! Damn it!”

No matter how long she shakes your body, you will not wake up even when she slaps you lightly. You do not move an inch and your face looks as pale as that of a corpse. As if you were already lingering among the dead. As if you were in a deathlike slumber. If you had not suddenly started breathing again, Pansy would really have believed that you were gone.

Thereupon, she loses no more time and sprints out of the room, almost falling down the stairs on the way to the Great Hall. Because it is already so late in the evening, there are only a few students sitting at the tables, looking at her in shock when she rushes inside.

“Draco! It is Y/N! You- She just won’t wake up”, Pansy calls out across the hall and hurries over to the Slytherin table. Harry, Ron, and Hermione watch what is happening with a sense of guilt from the other side.

Before Draco can follow Pansy to the common room, Hermione blocks his way, along with Harry and Ron, briefly stopping him, causing Draco to get angry right away.

“Get out of the way! I do not have time for-“

“Listen, Malfoy! She drank Draught of the Living Death, that is why she does not wake up”, Harry interrupts him and Draco’s eyes widen in an instant.

“What?!”

“Originally, it was meant for you! As revenge”, Ron admits, hiding himself behind Hermione, just in case.

“Are you stupid?!”, Draco hisses and takes a dangerous step towards Ron, but before the situation can escalate again, Hermione intervenes.

“Now is not the time! Fred and George created the potion so they will be able to make the antidote as well. We just need a little more time”, Hermione negotiates and Draco reluctantly agrees before they part ways again and he takes the quickest way back to you.

Staying by your side all night, the tension in his body does not fade and even though his eyes start to slowly feel heavy, he stays awake. He will not let you out of his sight and pays particular attention to your breathing, which initially remains regular. When Hermione joins them in your room, a vessel in her hand, he is finally relieved from his suffering.

“This is Wiggenweld Potion. It reverses the effects of Sleeping Draughts”, she explains and hands Draco the potion. "It is not exactly described how to give it to the victim though I once heard that a prince used it to heal a princess. With a kiss.”

Hermione did not even finish her sentence as you can already feel Draco’s soft lips on yours and within a few seconds, your eyes flutter open. Whatever is just flowing down your throat tastes bitter and you look around confused, looking into blurred faces that seem relieved.

“For Merlin’s sake, you are alive”, Draco breathes out, hugging you tightly, so tight that he almost chokes you. Inhaling his pleasant scent, your exhausted body relaxes, but you still can’t remember anything. After you passed out in the hallway, you felt like you were floating on clouds. You could not hear anymore, could not move and for a brief moment you saw a bright white light in front of you, coming closer and closer.

“What happened?”, your voice comes out muffled as you talk against Draco’s shoulder. He loosens his arms around you and takes both of your hands in his, running his fingers over your delicate palms.

“You were under the influence of the Draught of the Living Death. Ron apparently mixed it into your drink by accident. It was meant for me and- I am so terribly sorry. If I had not been so stupid, then-“

“Then I would still be sleeping now”, you finish his sentence and give him a gentle smile, the tension in his face and body disappearing. Slowly leaning forward, you connect your lips again, this time for a proper kiss. “I am not mad at neither you nor Ron.”

In the corner of your eye, you also see Hermione relax at your words, breathing out deeply.

“Did you at least learn from it?”, you lift an eyebrow and look at Draco expectantly.

“I swear that I will never ever in my life even think about uttering one of those curses again”, he explains honestly and raises his hands in defense. “I was stupid and I will apologize to them.”

“Already done”, Hermione smiles and opens the door, causing Harry and Ron to stumble into the room, Ron looking at you anxiously and with uncertainty.

“Do not worry, Ron. I am fine”, you reassure him, but his gaze still wanders between Draco and you, not sure how to judge the scene.

“How about we agree that we still do not like each other, but that we at least do no more physical harm?”, Draco suggests and after everyone agreed and said goodbye, he is the only one who stays by your side.

“You look tired, babe. You should get some sleep”, you mention and take his face between your hands, softly caressing his cheeks.

“You do not seriously think that I will let you sleep alone after all of this, do you?”, he states as he is already making himself comfortable on the bed next to you, pulling you closer to him, protecting you from all the evil in the world. In fact, he does, and keeps his word. After this incident there has never been another one.

[haikyuuthots]

Hi I really enjoyed you tik tok prank head canon! Is there any way you can make a head canon where the reader calls them bro prank lol. Like how would they react. Can you do Atsumu, Suna, Bokuto and Ushijima please!!!! Thank you 😽

Calling him “bro” prank

Characters: Miya Atsumu, Suna Rintaro, Bokuto Koutarou and Ushijima Wakatoshi

Warnings: none I think

Scenario: how the boys would react if you tried the calling them bro prank on them haha

A/n; thanks for requesting!!! I had a lot of fun writing this one, I hope you enjoy it 😌💕

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Miya Atsumu

You always referred to Atsumu as babe, baby or love

So when you saw this prank on Tik tok you wanted to see how he would react

You were both sitting in the living room of your shared apartment

He was watching a volleyball game on the tv while you were writing an essay on your laptop

He was going crazy talking about a serve one of his favorite teams just did

“Woooo babe did ya see that crazy serve?!??”

You thought this might be a good time to pull the prank off

“Mmm no i didn’t can you go back so I can see it?”

He rewinds the video and you watch intently as he shows excitement all over again

“Bro!! That was so cool” you say as casual as possible

Atsumu’s entire demeanor changes, and the look of excitement he had seconds ago completely fades

“What did ya just call me?” His face filled with confusion

“Huh when?” You try your best not to laugh out loud, he looks completely lost lmao

“Literally 3 seconds ago, you called me bro.”

“I did?” You’re doing your best to play it off

“Yes you did! I hate it I’m not your bro. ” He’s slightly pouting

You slightly chuckle “aw come on bro don’t be like that.”

He looks towards you with a disgusted face, he is evidently unsatisfied with your choice of words

“Y/n stop dont call me that I’m baby and nothing else I will actually ignore you if you call me that again.” He actually looks a bit upset

But you still wanna tease him a bit more

“Fine I’m sorry.,,” you briefly laugh and pause for a second “...bro”

“That’s it I’m ignoring ya til ya act right.”

He gets up and begins to walk away

You’re full blown laughing now “baby baby wait.” You say as you reach out to stop him

His ears slightly perk up at the mention of his regular nickname

Still laughing you talk “it’s a prank. I’m just messing with you. I saw it on Tik Tok

He looks down out you, in disbelief, his frown quickly changing into a smile

Soon after he starts laughing with you

“Chaotic duo*

“That was actually kinda mean babe, I was like wtf why is she calling me her brother”

You start laughing even more “ wtf did you actually think I would call you bro? Never. you’re baby.”

He leans in closer to you and gently grabs you by the waist kissing you softly on the lips “better be.”

You kiss him back and wrap your arms around his neck, he softly picks you up causing you to wrap your legs around his torso as he continues to kiss you

Pulling away briefly he speaks again “but seriously don’t ever call me bro again I hate it”

“I won’t” you answer smiling up at him.

Suna Rintaro

You usually don’t try to pull pranks on him because he normally never falls for them

But after watching so many of these on tik tok and watching the reactions you were curious to try it out yourself

You’re casually sitting on your boyfriends lap while you’re both on your phones watching short videos

A few time passes by when Suna breaks the silence between you two

“Hey babe you hungry?”

You thought this was the perfect time to call him bro

“Nah bro I’m good” you say sounding as normal as possible

Suna drops his phone and gently shifts you from his lap making you look towards him

You ignore him and continue to look down at your phone lol

He doesn’t say anything at first, leaving an awkward silence for a few seconds

Still staring in disbelief he breaks the silence again “pause that and look at me real quick.”

You do as he says and you look up at him innocently acting like nothing is wrong

“What’s up?” You innocently reply

His grip tightens around you waist a bit “did you.. really just call me that?”

“What are you talking about?” You’re trying your best to keep a straight face

“You just called me bro.” He’s pouting

You honestly can’t believe he fell for it hahahaha

“Oh. Yeah I did. Does that bother you?” You’re just trying to rile him up at this point lmao

He scowls at your reply, gently pushing you off of his lap so he can look at you better “yes that bothers me, I’m not out here calling you dude or anything because you’re my girlfriend.”

You can’t help but laugh at his expression. Completely satisfied at the fact he actually reacted to your little prank

Suna is beyond confused “why are you laughing? I’m serious please don’t call me bro.”

“Baby” you gently leans towards his chest as you continue to laugh “I’m totally joking, it’s a prank I saw on tik tok.”

He cracks a small smile before he speaks again “this is the dumbest prank ever.”

You’re still laughing “yeah? But you were hella pressed so it worked.”

He rolls his eyes at your teasing “yeah yeah you got me.”

Still smiling you sit on his lap again and hug him tightly placing small kisses on his face to lighten up his mood

“I promise I would never call you bro and mean it.”

He smiles into your kisses, tightening his grip around your body while he kisses you gently on the lips

“I’m glad you wouldn’t cause I’m your boyfriend.”

“I know baby.” You respond leaning in once again, to close the gap between your lips.

Bokuto Koutarou

You have not called bokuto by his name since you started dating

It’s always a baby, babe or bub

So when you were on tik tok and saw a girl prank her boyfriend by calling him bro you wanted to try it out yourself on your boyfriend.

You and bokuto were tangled in each other’s arms watching a movie together.

The movie was a suspenseful, drama and the scene that was playing had a lot of blood

As you wince at the gore, you quickly decide this is where you’re gonna do the prank lol

“Aww bro look at all that blood.” You say, with a hint of disgust in your voice

Bokutos grip around you loosens, and he quickly goes to look for the remote to pause the tv

He’s looking towards you, with a very large frown on his face

You slightly chuckle “what’s wrong you don’t like the gore?”

“No it’s not that.” He answers still frowning

“Then what is it?” You respond pretending to not know why he’s really upset

“It’s just..... are you mad at me or something?”

You give him a confused look “why would I be mad at you?”

“I don’t know but you always call me babe, or something but just now... you called me bro.”

You’re doing your best to hold back your laughter “bro you sound crazy.”

Now Bokuto is pouting even more than before “aw did you just bro me again?” He dramatically buries his face in his hands “im sorry i made you mad but can you please go back to calling me baby?”

You can’t keep the joke going any further, Bokutos distressed figure is actually making you feel bad

“Baby” you coo as you remove his hands from his face “I’m just kidding, it’s a prank.”

You start laughing out more as you watch Bokuto relax into your touch

He instantly joins in to laugh with you

“Oh my god I can’t believe you got me.”

“I honestly didn’t even think you would notice”

“How could I not, you called me bro!” He replies still laughing a bit

“Why would you think I was mad though?” You question, still chuckling

“Why else would you call me such a terrible name? The only reason I could think of is if you were upset with me.”

You briefly laugh as you lean in to kiss bokuto softly on the lips, he reciprocates right away tightening his hold around your waist

Pulling away from the kiss bokuto speaks again, “do me favor and never call me bro again? I really hated it.”

You lovingly look at your boyfriends face “ oh I promise I won’t, I hated it too.”

He chuckles at your reply as he leans in to kiss you once again

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima was used to you calling him Toshi or love.

In fact he only ever responded to you when you called him one or the other

One time you called him by his last name and the man deadass unintentionally ignored you

That being said this man is still very stoic and hardly ever shows any reactions

So when you saw this prank you weren’t sure if he would react, the most you were expecting was to be ignored lol

You and Ushijima were out in the store buying some groceries

You were thinking of a good time to causally call him bro and you finally decided to do it when you were at the vegetable aisle

Picking up a giant broccoli you look over to Ushijima, quickly grabbing his attention

“Bro look at this broccoli it’s huge!” You say enthusiastically

Ushijima is staring at you with a blank stare, almost trying to understand the words that just came out of your mouth

“Helllo????” You say waving your hand in front of his face

Ushijima gently grabs your hands and lowers it

Still holding on, he asks in the most serious tone “what did you just call me?”

You’re holding back a smile trying your best to be as serious as you can

“Oh just now??? I said bro”

“Why would you call me that?” He’s looking at you with a confused face

“Because we’re close, people who are close always casually call each other bro”

“But y/n we”re dating.”

“Sooooo??” You say still trying your best not to burst out laughing

“People who are dating don’t call each other bro they call each other cute pet names”

“But you don’t call me any pet names?”

“Babe. I call you babe, that’s a pet name.”

“Well I want you to call me bro.” At this point you’re about to break, this conversation is so funny to you.

“I’m not gonna call you bro. And I don’t want you calling me bro either, I hate that.”

“Come on bro don’t be like that.” You teasingly say letting out a small chuckle

Ushijima once again stares at you, this time he’s evidently unamused

“I won’t respond to you if you keep calling me that.” He says as he begins to walk away

You’re full blown laughing as you run to stop Ushijima from walking away any further

“Toshi wait” you say holding onto his shirt

Ushijima turns around to look at you, still very confused

“I’m totally joking, I would never call you bro. It’s a prank I saw in tik tok.”

Ushijima cracks a soft smile, looking down at you as you laugh

“Thank god, I was so confused by that entire conversation.”

“I could tell, you’ve never looked more lost.”

He gently grabs you to hold you as you guys begin to walk again

“Alright let’s go, we need to finish shopping.”

“Okay love.”

He smiles as he hears the common pet name. That what he loved hearing you call him.

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Home For The Weekend

Gif not mine, found on Pinterest

Summary: after finally closing the case he’s been working on for weeks, Walter comes home to his equally exhausted wife. They decide to spend the weekend on the couch, cuddled up together and eating takeout.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x teacher! Reader

Warning: nothing really, fluff, tiiiny bit of angst if you squint maybe, implied nudity? (Walter takes a shower), also worth a warning that i’ve been pretty writer-blocked the last few months and am still not completely rid of it... also not beta’d all typos are mine, aaalso this is my first time writing for Walter and this is completely based on the very few soft moments we saw of him, especially his last scene

Not your thing? Don’t read it.

A/N: this is me committing to that one idea I had with Walter  trying to prove his wife’s innocence on a crime she’s wrongly accused of

Word count: 1750

Title: Home For The Weekend

You know the drill... Like, comment and reblog if you liked it❤️ Writers live off validation💕 Enjoy💗

Ugh, finally home, you think to yourself as you close the door behind you, slumping against it while you toe off your shoes and drop your purse. Shrugging off your coat, you walk over to the couch, eyeing it longingly before tossing your coat over the backrest and shuffling over to the kitchen, getting yourself a glass of water, eagerly gulping it down to wash away the stale taste of coffee from the school’s old machine. After setting the glass back down on the counter, you slowly make your way to the bedroom, finally allowing yourself to sit down and pause.

Two minutes, then you get up and look for some comfortable clothes you’d wear the entire weekend. But you don’t look in your closet. Oh no, you open the door to Walter’s and pull out a random sweater, tossing it onto the bed along with your yoga pants you carelessly discarded of yesterday. Yawning, you quickly change and just when you’re ready to fall onto your bed again, you hear your phone ringing… from inside your purse, still by the front door.

Groaning, you rush to answer it, but your mood brightens immediately when you see the caller ID.

“Hey, babe,” you squeal, plopping down on the couch.

You’re met with a chuckle on the other end of the line. “Hi, baby. Are you home already?”

“Uh-huh, just got here few minutes ago. What’s up? What’s so important that it couldn’t wait until you come home tonight?” you ask teasingly.

“Well, I’m on my way home right now,” Walter chuckles. Someone’s in a good mood, apparently. “Hey, did you, uh, have any plans for dinner today?”

“Nope, and I’m not going to cook. Work was a lot today, all I wanna do is curl up on the couch.”

“So take out it is?” you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Definitely. And now get off the phone, Detective Marshall, before I call the cops on you.”

“Good thing you’re already talking to the cops, Mrs. Marshall. I’ll see you at home, baby. Love you.”

“Love you too. Hurry up.”

With that, the line goes dead, leaving you to listen out for the deep rumble of his truck. The drive home from the station should take him about 15 minutes, if traffic allowed it. So you’d have to wait a bit. During that time, you had to force yourself not to go wandering around the house looking for food or falling asleep on the couch, exhaustion from the day paired with near to no time to eat while trying to discipline a bunch of seven-graders begging you to do both things at once. So, you preoccupy yourself with grading the last few remaining essays your students kept you from looking over in class.

The moment you hear Walter’s truck pull up in the driveway, you practically skip to the door with excitement, leaving your work spread out on the coffee table. All that matters right now is that your husband is home, and that not just for sleeping a couple hours before going back to the station. You rip the door open and throw your arms around his neck, holding him tightly until he hugs back. Still, he grumbles. As a homicide detective’s wife you should know better than opening the door without checking who’s there!

“This was dangerous. I could have been whoever. How many times do I have to te-?”

“I missed you, baby,” you mumble against his neck, cutting him off and pulling back to quickly peck his lips, stopping him from saying anything further. “Now come on, it’s cold.”

With you still in his arms, he takes step after step inside, making you walk backwards with him, until he can kick the door shut with his heel. Only then, he lets go of you to take off his jacket and shoes. You watch him, leaning against the wall.

“So…” you draw out the word, “This is more than just a few hours stay?”

“I’m done with the case,” Walter smiles at you, handing his heavy jacket to the rack, “You’ll have me for the whole weekend. C’mon.”

He takes your hand and goes into the living room. At one point, you let go to take a short trip over to the kitchen, getting your tired husband a glass of water as he slumps down on the couch.

“Thanks, baby,” he hums when you hand it to him. You just nod and sit next to him, squishing into his side.

“If I remember correctly you said something about takeout?” you smile, pulling out your phone.

“I did? I don’t remember,” Walter chuckles, setting down the glass in midst all your papers.

“You sure did. So, what will it be? Pizza? Burger? Tacos? Or maybe Chinese?”

“I don’t care, really, baby. You pick, I’ll go have a shower,” Walter groans, standing, lightly squeezing your knee as he gets up.

“Okay, Chinese it is,” you grin, turning on the couch to watch your husband rid of his gear. You’ve seen him do it many many times before, but something about him putting his gun, badge and handcuffs onto the kitchen counter always amazes you. But it’s the same every time: before you can figure out what exactly it is that makes you love that little ordinary thing he does, the moment is gone and Walter is already on his way to the bathroom.

Deciding not to dwell, your rumbling stomach making itself known, you open the site of your favorite Chinese place. You add your usual to the cart and then stare at the menu, your mind blank.

“Babe, what do you want?” you call over the running water when you peek your head into the bathroom.

“Where’re you ordering?” Walter calls back.

“Usual.”

“Alright. Uh… the broccoli beef, fried rice.”

“Mhmhh,” you hum, adding his order, “Anything else? Spring rolls or soup? Or both?”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

“Okay,” you call, adding some mini spring rolls and spicy chicken noodle soup to the cart.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you finish up your order and then go into the bedroom, getting out some comfy clothes for Walter to wear once he’s done showering. Settling on a tee and some sweatpants, you leave them on the toilet and throw his old clothes into the hamper. After that, you go to clean off the coffee table, sorting your papers and putting them back into the folder – to be corrected another time – and start laying the table. A little bit later, Walter comes out of the bathroom, fully dressed; his curls still damp, leaving little droplets on his tee. He joins you on the couch, pulling you onto his lap.

“I missed you, baby,” he mumbles into your neck before softly kissing the skin, his beard tickling, making you squirm in his arms and turn a little to face him.

“I missed you, too,” you breathe back and lean in to kiss him properly for the first time in days. The two of you practically melt into each other as your lips and tongues dance, time seeming to fall away.

The more you get lost, the more the doorbell startles you, indicating your food has arrived. Gently, Walter pushes you off his lap and gets up. While he’s busy paying and taking the food, you go over to the kitchen and pour each of you a glass of wine. As soon as the two of you are back on the couch, the feasting begins. You chat about your day, well, mostly you telling Walter about your day while he smiles and nods at everything you say. You chat about your plans for the weekend and come to the conclusion you’ll spend it holed up on the couch, watching TV. While you’re immersed telling Walter about how a colleague dumped all the organization for an upcoming field trip on you, your husband takes his chance to steal a spring roll off your plate. You stop mid-sentence.

“What?” you laugh and reach your chopsticks to steal a piece of broccoli of Walter’s plate, but he catches your wrist, giving you a playful smirk. “Hey! Not fair,” you huff.

“Is it?” Walter lets go of your wrist, picks up the chunk of broccoli you had been out for and brings it to your face. Rolling your eyes, you open your mouth, allowing him to drop it on your tongue. You continue eating, stealing or feeding each other bits of food here and there. When you’re done, you load everything in the dishwasher while Walter takes out the trash. After that you settle back on the couch, cuddled together, wrapped in a blanket, each of you equipped with a filled up glass of wine.

Walter turns on the TV and picks out a movie, holding you a little tighter , making you snuggle closer to his side. You rest your head on his shoulder and within the first 20 minutes of the movie, you’re fast asleep. Walter chuckles quietly at you, turns off the TV and carries you over into bed. He lies you down and climbs in behind you, holding you close with his nose buried in your hair.

Oh, how he had missed your scent that past week. He swears to himself he’d try to work regular hours, so he could spend more time with you. As he always does on Friday night. And every week again he’s faced with the reality that it just doesn’t work out. But this time he’d do it. For you. Even if it was just to watch you grade papers. Even if it was just to hear you chuckle at some mistake one of your students made. He’d try to be there for you. No, he will be there for you. Because you do the same for him, doing most work at school so you could spend the little time you had together completely focused on each other.

With one of his arms beneath your head, the other wrapped tightly around your middle, he pulls you close against his chest, and soon falls asleep to the feel of your small, warm body in his arms, the even rise and fall of your chest and the quiet sighs that leave your lips, letting him know you’re dreaming.

[silversatoru]

birthdays don’t have to suck

fushiguro megumi x f!reader (elli)

synopsis: you get really sick on your birthday, but megumi makes sure that you still have a good day :))

t/w: fluff, reader is sick, vomiting, medicine (tylenol lol), some details pertain specifically to elli

wc: 2.2k

a/n: a small birthday present for the love of my life @megumifushi who never sleeps enough and is always sick,, i love u and i hope ur days not too bad <3

you stared into your dimly lit laptop, red eyes squinting at the black text that sped across the screen as your fingers scrambled against the keys. you weren’t even sure that what you were writing was comprehensible at this point, but your essay that was due tomorrow morning wasn’t gonna write itself. at this point it just needed to get done, concerns of quality were thrown out the window hours ago.

aside from the burning and stinging in your eyes, your entire body ached, and you were ridden with chills and goosebumps. seemed like a fever was coming on, but you didn’t have the time or capacity to care about that right now. you’d pop a few tylenol and crawl into bed in a couple hours, and everything would be better tomorrow.

what time was it anyway? it couldn’t possibly be that late yet, right? 

you glanced to the corner of the screen, eyes falling on a bright 3:56am that made your heart sink and your eyes widen. you had a terrible habit of losing track of time and staying up into ungodly hours of the night — a habit that your wonderful boyfriend was trying so terribly hard to break. 

you glanced to your left and took in his sleeping form, his lips parted ever so slightly as he took small breaths of air. he’d be disappointed and upset with you if he knew how horrid your sleep schedule had been lately, and he’d probably blame your chills and headaches on your lack of sleep as well — which in all fairness was probably pretty accurate. 

“i’ll just finish this up real quick and then i promise i’ll sleep, ‘kay gumi?” you spoke softly, running your fingers through his soft, spiky hair. 

he was undisturbable, his mind off somewhere in a dreamland that was quite the distance from your small bedroom. and that was probably for the better, because him nagging at you to go to sleep would be too distracting for you to get your work done. 

your hands moved rapidly against the keyboard for about another hour, words spilling onto the screen until you finally hit the page requirement for your paper. it was probably terrible, most likely had a few words spelled wrong, and honestly you were pretty certain you’d repeated yourself several times, but fuck it — submit. you were typically an excellent student, so one bad paper wouldn’t kill you, and you were too tired and achy to care right now. 

you got up and placed your laptop onto your desk, plugging it in and letting a heavy sigh fall from your lips as you made your way back over to the bed. the soft blankets were therapeutically warm on your chilly skin as you crawled in against megumi’s back, effectively turning him into the little spoon and pressing your nose to the back of his neck. thankfully, sleep found you shortly after, your eyes fluttering shut as you drifted off into a much needed slumber. 

babe 

wake up 

babe

you woke up to small finger pokes to your cheek from megumi, his face laced with concern as your vision finally focused on his features. he bent over and pressed his lips to your forehead, pausing there for a fraction of a second and then standing back up. 

“i think you have a fever. i noticed when i woke up and you felt like a fucking space heater,” he frowned, confirming your initial suspicions from last night, “i’ll go get some medicine”.

you groggily nodded your head, shivers coursing through your body and dotting your extremities with goosebumps. your condition had definitely deteriorated overnight, your eyes stinging and a horrible nausea creeping up your throat. 

by the time he returned with the medicine you had yourself propped up against the pillows, thick blankets pulled up to your chin in an attempt to minimize the icy feeling in your body. he handed two small tylenol tablets to you with a disappointed look on his face — a look that said: i’m gonna kick your ass for not getting enough sleep again. 

“i’ll let everyone know you’re not feeling well enough to go out tonight,” he hummed as he handed you a glass of water, your brain filling with thick fog as you tried to decipher why he would need to let anyone know you were sick. 

the look of pure confusion signaled to him that you had no idea what he was talking about, megumi shaking his head before he spoke up again, “it’s your birthday, dumbass, we were supposed to get food and stuff with yuuji, inumaki, and nobara and maki”. 

birthday 

oh 

forgetting about that was another habit you continued to succumb to every year.

“mm, shit,” you sighed after drinking back the pills, “i forgot”. 

“figured you would,” megumi clicked his tongue, “but i didn’t, because i’m a good boyfriend. can you drag yourself out to the kitchen? you should eat”.

“don’t think so,” you mumbled, attempting to disappear back under the blankets before he could coerce you to follow him outside of the bedroom. 

but megumi is impossibly even more stubborn than you are, wrapping his arms under your body and lifting you to his chest, “guess i’ll just have to carry you then”. 

“fine,” you let out a long groan — was it a bit dramatic? maybe. but in your defense you felt like you’d been hit with a train.

he peppered your face with kisses as he carried you out of the bedroom, lovingly setting you down on one of the high bar stools around your kitchen table. he instructed you to stay in the chair, abruptly returning to the bedroom to bring out a couple blankets to wrap around your shoulders. you were grateful for the extra heat, you body still shaking and shivering as the medications worked to cure your fever. 

megumi was a man of few words, preferring to display his love for you through acts of service than grand confessions, and this was very eminent when he wordlessly grabbed a couple pots and began cooking for you. you let your face fall onto your arms, resting your chin as you watched him silently shuffle between the stove and the pantry. the silence was comfortable, and you weren't going to complain about watching your muscular boyfriend walk around the kitchen in nothing but a pair of loose, plaid pajama pants. 

a few minutes later he was placing a steaming bowl of soup and a couple slices of baked bread in front of you, a savory scent flooding your nostrils. 

“red lentil,” he spoke as he handed you a spoon, “it’s your favorite, so you better eat it”. 

“yes, sir,” you gave him a small smile, dipping the cool metal into the hot liquid and scooping a spoonful into your mouth. 

“all of it”

“yes, megumi, i will try”

to no surprise, the soup went down pretty fucking horribly, your head hanging low over the toilet while megumi held your hair out of the way. your throat was practically raw by the time you were done heaving and vomiting up the meal, your eyes brimming with hot tears. 

megumi tied your hair up in a neat bun so he could step away, filling up a glass with water and carefully helping you to take small sips and rinse out your mouth. he was tedious with the clean up, washing your face and helping you brush your teeth — ensuring that you felt the best you could given the situation. he then scooped you back into his arms, carrying you back to bed and profusely apologizing for making you eat the soup — but he was just trying to make you feel better, he really was doing his best.

you were ready to add today to your long list of terrible birthdays, chalking it up as another failed attempt, but megumi was not about to let that happen. he knew you had a rough history with birthdays, but now that he was here? you’d have a bad birthday over his dead body. 

he scoured the back of your fridge for ginger ale, gatorade, jello, and whatever else he could find to make you the perfect sick-person platter. and he made sure he was logged into every streaming service that the two of you collectively owned, preparing netflix, hulu, and crunchy roll so that he could easily access every single one of your favorite shows and movies. and so you spent the majority of your day tucked safely against megumi’s chest, forcing down small sips of ginger ale and watching an assortment of tv. 

your phone rang at some point — a facetime call from all of your friends who had gotten together so they could all wish you a collective happy birthday. megumi stuck a singular candle into a cup of blue-raspberry jello and ignited it with a small flame; and then they all sang the most terrible rendition of “happy birthday” that you’d ever heard, yuuji’s voice a little louder and little more out-of-tune than everyone else's.

you mustered enough energy to blow out the flame, everyone cheering while megumi shoveled a scoop of the blue jelly into your mouth. you swallowed it with a smile, praying it stayed down while everyone sent you off with an assortment of “feel better!”, “we love you!”, and “wish you were here!”

your night got pretty quiet after that, you and megumi climbing back under the covers to watch a few more episodes of your new favorite anime. it wasn’t until well into the night that he finally asked you if he could give you the presents he’d gotten for you. reluctantly, you said yes. you hated receiving gifts (it was just one of the many reasons you hated your birthday) but you knew that megumi wasn’t going to take no for answer. 

he was obviously nervous, palms sweaty as he handed you a couple neatly wrapped packages in plain, solid colored paper. they were very megumi, perfect folds with not a single crease, the paper simple yet elegant and adorned with a singular bow on top. 

you hesitantly peeled the paper off the smaller of the two, revealing a tiny box that contained a classic looking silver locket. you felt your heart pinch in your chest as you clicked the locket open and revealed two small pictures of each of the two of you. you weren’t particularly sentimental, but on top of your lack of sleep and not feeling very well, the simple gift caused few tears to well up in your eyes. but he was quick to wipe them away, insisting that you had to open the second gift first, and that birthdays weren’t meant for crying. 

you followed his instructions, ripping open the second package and revealing a larger box that contained a series of envelopes. each one was decorated with tiny doodles of you and megumi, his demon dogs, hearts, etc. they were sickeningly cute, and you immediately reached for the first one before megumi reached out and stopped you. 

“they’re not for now; they’re for when i’m gone, you know, on missions and stuff,” he could barely even maintain eye contact, his eyes dipping low as yours filled back up with tears. 

despite your lack of energy and the fever that was starting to return, you showered him in hugs and kisses after that, thanking him over and over for the most perfect gifts, and for making your day as wonderful as it could have been. 

all things aside, you were coming around to the idea that birthday’s don’t have to suck. 

bonus: the first letter: 

to y/n:

i know im not great at telling you what i have to say through words, actually, i’m kind of really bad at it. but i thought writing these might be a nice way to try and get better? i’m not sure. anyway, i guess i’ll start by saying that you mean a lot to me, and i probably miss you a lot right now (even though ill be too afraid to reach out and say it). not sure how long i’ll be gone for at the time but it’s probably a few days at least. gonna work hard so i can hurry back to see you. 

i hope you’re sleeping enough, but i know you’re not. you never do, especially when i’m not there to yell at you. i hope you’re eating enough too. but you’re probably also not doing that. you’re like taking care of a stubborn child, you know that? but this is supposed to be a love letter so i’ll try to refrain from scolding you too much. but do try to take care of yourself. ill see you soon. 

megumi

[lucy90712]

Sapnap- face cam

Wc- 1987

Warnings- none (I think)  I've been up for almost 30 hours mainly because I was doing college homework all of last night and because my boyfriend Sapnap was streaming and being very loud which kept me up in the first place which was why I did my homework anyway. I love Sapnap to death but sometime he can be a little annoying but I put up with it.

Sapnap only got into bed at 4am and he's still asleep now at 11pm meanwhile since then I've finished a big essay, cleaned the apartment, done another essay and then made breakfast for myself which I'm eating now. I wish I could be this productive when I've had sleep but somehow it never works like that.

Eventually Sapnap came downstairs sauntering because he was still sleepy, some of us wish. He walked right over giving me a hug from behind as I washed some dishes and gave me a kiss on my cheek.

"Morning babe you alright?" He asked

"Yeah I'm good a little tired but I'll live" I replied

"Just to let you know I'll be streaming later" he said

He always tells me when he's streaming because his fans don't know about us and he doesn't want to accidentally reveal anything to protect me which is cute but it gets hard when he streams for hours on end and I need help with something. Sapnap is good about to it though if I really need help I either text him or message him on discord and he'll help but he sometimes doesn't read his messages.

I gave him some of what I made for breakfast and he sat down to eat it while I talked at him about college work that he pretends to care about. He's very supportive of all my college work and he'll let me get on with things if I have to but he will also talk about things with me if I want to. Thats one of the best things about Sapnap is his ability to adapt to how I'm feeling at any given moment and I like to think I'm at least ok at doing the same for him.

After breakfast Sapnap cleaned the rest of the dishes and let me take a shower which was nice and relaxing and woke me up a little bit as the cold water at the start hit my back, usually I would not be under the water as it warmed up but today I felt like I needed a shock to my system to get it going for another day. I had more homework and a lecture to do today so there was no chance for a nap until the evening when it's kind of pointless anyway.

After my shower I got dressed into some sweatpants and a t-shirt because it was comfy for sitting down all day in. Sapnap had got my laptop ready for me and had got me a glass for water which was sweet of him. My lecture was in about 2 minutes so I logged onto the class ready for it to start, when it did I put my headphones on so that Sapnap didn't have to listen to my teacher going on about whatever we were doing today, he always says he doesn't care but even I don't want to listen to it sometimes so there is no way he does.

As I tapped away making notes Sapnap put his hand on my knee rubbing his thumb in circles comfortingly. He does this all the time whether its sat on the sofa like right now or while we're driving somewhere but its safe to say that I love it, it lets me know he's there in a weird way it's like he's acknowledging my presence. At one point he got up and went to the kitchen and when he came back he had my favourite snack which he put between us so that we could share. What a lovely boyfriend he's being today, I'm starting to wonder what he thinks he's done that's he's trying to make up for.

My lecture finally finished after what seemed like and age so I went to get straight on with my last essay that needed submitting by the end of the month but Sapnap shut my laptop before I could get the document open, he grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the sofa and towards the door.

"Come on were going out for a walk" he said

"Why, I have an essay to work on" I whined

"You'll never leave the house if I don't drag you out so come on" he said handing me my shoes

I put them on and grabbed a jacket because according to the weather it was meant to be a little bit chilly out today, Sapnap grabbed the house keys and pushed me out the door onto the street. We don't often go out on walks because neither of us like leaving the house that much if we were to go out it would most likely be in the car to just go for a drive.

The two of us walked down the street holding hands and swinging them back and forth as we took steps forwards. Sapnap clearly had a good idea of where he wanted to go because he was making turns all over the place. Eventually we ended up at the target not that far from our place and we went in looking at everything like you do in target and we topped up on some snacks for a movie night soon.

We left with our snacks and Sapnap dragged me to the nearest park so we could sit outside and get a bit more fresh air. The nearest park is actually the one that we went to on one of our first dates so we have good memories there, on one of the benches by the duck pond is where we had our first kiss and many more after that.

I always love going back to that park with Sapnap because each time we reminisce on the past and talk about the future which seems to change each time we come here. We walked to the exact bench that we had our first kiss on and sat down looking at the scenery. It had changed quite a bit since the first time we were here, there used to be a little play park for kids in the distance but now thats gone and is replaced with a small flower garden instead.

The first time we came here and we talked about the future all we wanted was to still be together after we left for college which of course happened, then the next time we wanted to move in together which we did and now. I'm not really sure what the future holds for us but I'm sure it will be interesting.

"Wow its been so long since we came here we have changed so much and achieved everything that we wanted to" he said

"I know its so weird to think that our last goal was to move in together and now we have been living together for 5 months where do you think we will end up in the future?" I asked

"On man I have no idea but I would love to still be living together and maybe in a bigger place and maybe even be engaged" he said

This shocked me I never expected him to say that but I guess that is the next logical step for us to take in our relationship.

"I like the sound of that" I said  

We went back home and Sapnap went to stream while I worked on my essay he didn't tell me how long he was going to stream for but it will probably be about 3 hours. So I sat down and got on with writing the last 15 pages of my essay which would probably take me the entire time he was streaming maybe longer.

My essay took me almost exactly 4 hours to do but when I tried to submit it it wouldn't upload which happens from time to time. I looked at the upload speed of the WiFi since Sapnap taught me how to do it and it was fine but I assumed that it was being used for something else. This problem has happened before when Sapnap is uploading a video so I assumed that was the issue.

It got up and walked to Sapnap’s streaming room waiting outside for a moment to double check that he wasn't still streaming, I waited a couple minutes and heard nothing so I knocked and went in.

As soon as I went in I saw that Sapnap was still streaming and his face cam was on which meant that I was now on his stream in front of however many people. I've never made such a stupid mistake especially one that outs my entire relationship, I just stood in shock not being able to move and get out of the shot. Sapnap had the exact same reaction his face was filled with shock and fear at the same time.

Nothing prepares you for the moment that you expose yourself live in front of probably 100,000 people or more who will record anything that happens. Nothing prepares you for the chaos that will ensue when you do the before mentioned thing and definitely nothing prepares you for the guilt you feel doing so.

"Um hi y/n" He said trying to make things less awkward

"Hey" I replied shyly

He motioned for me to come over because there was no point trying to hide this anymore since no one will believe anything we say now. I stood next to Sapnap luckily being short enough that I still fit in frame but he had obviously given up caring at this point because he pulled me down into his lap to sit while we talked to his chat. Again he did the thing where he rubs his thumb in a circle on my leg and this time it really was for comfort.

"Well chat this is y/n and shes my... girlfriend" he said

"Hi everyone" I said shyly

"Now chat I'm going to need you to be nice to her or I'll be angry because she is very precious to me" he said

His chat were going insane telling others to clip this and people getting way to excited about all of this and some were asking questions. The whole chat was going so incredibly fast that it was hard to read all the messages.

We answered some of the basic questions like how long we have been together and other things, people also asked if George and Dream knew which of course they did and they have made jokes about Sapnap having a girlfriend but no one ever took it too seriously. At one point dream joined the call and started mocking us for being stupid and exposing ourselves and he told some stories that he knew we wouldn't mind him saying which the chat enjoyed.

I started yawning more and more as I stayed on the stream because I wasn't keeping my mind busy my tiredness was taking over. I leant back into Sapnap to rest my head on his shoulder, he out his hand on my head running it through my hair which is very relaxing.

"Are you tired?" He asked

"No I'm fine I can stay awake" I said

"I don't want to hear it I know you've been awake for over 24 hours so you are going to sleep" he almost demanded

He put his arms around my waist and pulled me into a comfortable position where I closed my eyes and fell asleep almost right away forgetting that Sapnap was still streaming but it doesn't matter.

[ptergwen]

call me cupid

w/c: 3.5k

warnings: very mild angst and a few swears

summary: despite your hatred for valentine’s day, peter attempts to make you a card

a/n: happy valentine’s day my loves!! i hope y’all get to spend some time with your people today and eat lots of chocolate <3 love you & enjoy mwah

-

it’s no secret that peter is terrible with words. he gets so flustered he can’t talk or forgets what he wants to say altogether. school presentations are torture. ordering food out is impossible. he’s accepted it at this point, that speaking just isn’t for him.

the one place it doesn’t come across is on paper. peter is ridiculously smart, and he knows all the right words to string together, which is why writing you a valentine should be no trouble at all. should be no trouble at all.

to tell the truth, he’s been sitting at his kitchen table with a blank sheet of paper in front of him for what feels like hours. nothing is coming to him. he’s not sure why this is so hard. you’re his girlfriend, he loves you, he’s said it so many times in every way he could think to. what’s different about it now?

everyone puts way too much pressure on giving the perfect gift when they should really just be enjoying each other’s company on a holiday about love. or, in your words, a meaningless holiday that was created by capitalists as another excuse to take people’s money. 

alright, you aren’t too fond of valentine’s day.

it makes anyone who’s single feel like shit and anyone who’s in a relationship lose their shit.

only mj agreed when you shared your criticisms. ned and betty gave you looks like you were insane, and flash muttered something about you being undateable. peter had laughed and swung an arm around your shoulders, but he didn’t fully agree.

although valentine’s day has its flaws, peter likes to see it as twenty four hours of extra appreciation for the people in his life. you can buy chocolate for your friends and family. it doesn’t have to be a significant other, really. him and ned would do it before he had you and ned had betty.

peter wants to remind you how loved you are even if you’re not into the festivities like he is, that bringing him to writing your card. it’s a simple and clinically underrated way of expressing his gratitude. he’d write you love letters every day if he didn’t suck at them.

may comes out of her room to see peter in the same place he’s been since he got home from school. she looks at him through her glasses, smiling as she comes into the room. he’s tapping his pencil on the table, eraser down, searching his mind for anything to write.

“still nothing?” may asks him, making her way over to the cabinets. peter puts down the pencil and sighs. his shoulders slump. “nope. i haven’t gotten past the intro.” “intro, huh?” she teases her newphew and grabs a jar of sauce. “y/n isn’t your teacher, kiddo. you’re not writing her an essay.” she looks at peter over her shoulder. a sheepish smile creeps onto his face.

“you know what i mean.” he reads over the only words on his paper at the moment. dear y/n. he’s starting to feel like spongebob the one time he wrote a paper. “what are you making?” peter asks may so he can temporarily take the focus off his unwritten valentine. “pasta,” may shakes the box in her hand. “and meatballs.”

“should i dial 911 now or wait until we’re in flames?” peter jokes about her awful cooking skills. may shoos him off and puts the box of pasta on the counter. “worry about your own kitchen nightmare.” she nods at the sheet of paper tormenting him. frowning, he glances back at her. “i’m the worst, may. i really don’t know what to write.”

may struggles to open the jar of sauce as she replies. “i thought you said- jesus.” it pops off. “y/n doesn’t like valentine’s day.” she slides over a pot from the stove and dumps the sauce in. peter stares up at the ceiling. “she doesn’t.” that’s probably why he’s having such a hard time. “why are you writing her a card, then?” may questions, turning on a burner.

“because, i dunno, it’s nice? it’ll make her happy? she might not care, but i do.” he mumbles the last part. he’s a bit of a hopeless romantic, so he hasn’t quite adjusted to the idea you had of not getting each other presents. you’re treating it like a regular day. some takeout and cuddles is all you’re doing.

peter would rather buy you things until his pockets are empty. not that there’s much in them, anyway. the point is that you deserve proper spoiling instead of corny words in his shitty handwriting.

“peter, honey. it might be better to stick with what y/n wants,” may suggests while stirring the sauce in the pot. she’s well aware that a few paragraphs from peter won’t change your mind. your opinions belong to you, and there’s nothing he can do about it, though he does have good intentions.

ignoring what may just said, peter makes a request. “what if you help me write it?” she faces the stove again. he can picture her playful smile when she quirks back, “she’s not my girlfriend.” “no, but you’re a girl... a woman,” he corrects himself, earning a scoff from may. “you’d probably know what sounds good.”

“you know y/n better than me, peter. do it on your own,” she exhales and turns back around with the wooden spoon in her hand. “it’ll be more... heartfelt.” peter hates that may is right because he’s completely stuck. his heart is being stupid today. “okay. i’ll try.” he gives her a slow nod. “why don’t you take a break? come stir the sauce. i’ll start the pasta.”

peter gets up from the table and grabs the spoon from may. she pinches his cheek on her way to the sink, getting a tight lipped smile from him.

this is not good.

-

the next day at school, peter asks around the lunch table for advice while you’re on line getting food. he feels guilty about it because may told him not to. he’s never going to get your valentine done if he doesn’t, though. it isn’t the worst thing in the world to bring on some co-writers.

“ok, what do you have so far?” betty asks, fully invested in the situation. she’s hoping this will switch up your views on valentine’s day. peter pulls out the same piece of paper from last night and says verbatim what’s on it. “dear y/n.” he looks up at ned and betty, the corners of his mouth twitching down. ned motions with his hand for peter to go on.

“that’s it,” peter confesses and folds the paper back up in shame. “dude, you told us it was a work in progress,” ned winces, betty taking his hand that’s resting on her shoulder. “where’s the progress?” betty patronizes him. they’re making him feel worse than he already did. what great co-writers he’s collaborating with.

peter throws a hand up, an eye roll included. “yeah, it’s terrible. can you help me or not?” mj narrows her own eyes at peter from the other end of his bench. she’s not interested in participating when the conversation is about forcing you to celebrate a holiday you don’t like.

“ooh!” betty squeals and squeezes ned’s hand. “you should make a list.” ned grins, leaning his head on hers. “genius, babe.” “a list of what?” peter furrows his eyebrows as he looks between the two of them. “what you love about y/n,” she explains, ned adding on, “stuff you do together, or you appreciate.”

“put whatever you come up with into sentences and voilà,” betty says in her best french accent. “oui oui,” ned agrees, both of them giggling. that doesn’t sound half bad. peter could manage a list about you. “thank you so much, guys. you literally just saved valentine’s day,” he confidently tucks his paper into his pocket. “it’s what we do,” ned tells him coolly.

“you never asked what i think,” mj cuts in, staring down her friends, who reluctantly meet her gaze. she pushes her bag of goldfish aside and raises an eyebrow. “mj, we know how you feel about valentine’s day.” peter presses his lips together. “y/n feels the same way,” mj reminds him dryly.

it’s true, but he doesn’t want to hear that right now. he’s having a breakthrough.

like clockwork, you appear at the table. you slip into the spot next to peter and put down your lunch tray. “what’d i miss?” you comment on the obvious tension, eyeing betty for an explanation. mj gives it to you. “valentine’s day discourse,” she tells you knowingly. peter shifts in his seat, uncomfortable, like he’s been caught doing something he isn’t supposed to.

he technically has.

“yuck,” you murmur, winding your arms around peter’s neck. “yuck, yuck, yuck.” he finds your words ironic because you then kiss his cheek, and peck his lips when he turns his head. peter puts a hand on your side and lets his eyes go up and down your face. a smile spreads across it, which he returns without thinking about. mj huffs in disapproval. she’s seen enough pda.

-

peter makes his list later that night. he decided he isn’t being inauthentic because he’s coming up with everything himself. he breezes right through it, jotting down what he loves most about you across the paper. it’s a mess. scribbled out misspellings and shreds of eraser, single words and whole phrases covering both sides. he’s proud of his actual progress.

he’ll write the official letter tomorrow since you’re coming over tonight. he at least has his material. the next, thankfully final, step is to reword it.

you’re ranting to peter about some drama with one of your teachers. he listens intently as always, chuckling when you crack jokes and grinning the entire time, feeling so lucky to have the most passionate, say whatever is on her mind girlfriend ever. seriously, it’s inspiring to watch.

“no, like, i never know what’s going on in that class,” you snort, peter snaking his arms around your middle from behind. “because you don’t pay attention,” he hums with his face nuzzled into the back of your neck. “because it doesn’t make any sense!” you defend yourself. his lips brush against your bare skin, drawing a giggle out of you.

“back to what i was saying,” your voice drips with sarcasm. the two of you naturally gravitate to his room, you walking in first. “she called on me, and i- what’s this?” you escape peter’s arms and head over to his desk. crap, he was working on your valentine and forgot to put it away. it caught your attention because it’s surrounded by crumpled papers and glitter.

peter was... experimenting... with designs for the front of the card. he’s learned that he isn’t too artistic either.

“wait, don’t read that,“ peter tries, but you’ve already got the list in your hands. he anxiously sucks his lower lip into his mouth and comes to stand next to you.

you first see the ‘dear y/n,’ then focus in on a few other words. my person forever, which makes you coo at the paper. insane (in the best way), which makes you gasp dramatically. i know you don’t like valentine’s day, but...

you drop the card back on the desk and let out a breath, shutting your eyes as irritation creeps in. it wouldn’t be fair for you to be mad at peter because it’s a sweet gesture, it really is. just, not for you personally. you’re on opposite sides of the valentine’s spectrum. you despise it, he sort of loves it. you’d hoped to meet somewhere in the middle.

“i thought we said no gifts,” you keep your voice level and spin around to look at peter. his face is painted with guilt. “it’s a card,” he murmurs, then meets your eyes with his brows knitted together. “i can’t even give you a card?” “i mean...” you shrug and shake your head. “look, peter. we had an agreement. i’m not doing valentine’s day.”

his disappointment comes out in the form of hanging his head. “yeah, you’re right. sorry.”

may tried to tell him this would happen, mj tried to tell him, and now you’re telling him. he should’ve expected it. he isn’t sure why he’s being so mopey about it because he was fully aware of your hatred for anything with the word valentine in it. it still hurts. peter just wishes you’d let him have the one day to love you and only you, give you some special attention.

“it’s nothing against you, babe,” you reassure him, noticing the shift in his mood. you put a hand on his shoulder. “i really just don’t like valentine’s day. it feels so... fake to me.” peter musters up a smile that doesn’t meet his eyes. it drops when you loop your arms around his torso.

“if i celebrated, you’d be the first person i’d wanna spend it with.” you punctuate your words with a kiss to his cheek. he rests his chin on your head, you nuzzling your own cheek into his sweater. he’s feeling a bit better now. it’s not about him, that’s what he needs to remind himself. “thanks, baby,” peter speaks lowly into the air. you hum as if to say no problem.

scratch literally everything he’s done.

-

peter rolls over in his bed, rubbing at his eyes as his alarm goes off. it’s today. happy valentine’s day to... himself. he doesn’t think you’d want to hear it.

he’s not as broken up about everything as the other day. you have your reasons for not celebrating, and peter accepts them. hey, he still gets to spend the whole day with you. you’re technically having an unspoken valentine’s date.

he gets up from his bed with a yawn and starts to dig through his drawers for an outfit. you should be over soon.

before you head over to peter’s, you decide to make a quick stop at cvs for a few things. you ended up feeling pretty terrible about snapping on him essentially for loving you. it was over a harmless valentine, something to make you feel good and be an outlet for the hundreds of romantic bones in his body. basically, you were bitter about having a thoughtful boyfriend.

you want to make it up to him by giving him gifts instead. you’ll never be down with the whole exploitive and capitalistic side of valentine’s day, but there’s a deeper meaning to it than what you give it credit for. you see that now. peter was able to show his love for you through a homemade mess of a card, and you felt it. the price tags don’t matter. the meaning does.

dressed in his nicest sweater with his hair all styled, peter answers your knocking at his door. a grin instantly paints his face as he takes you in. you’re bundled up in a coat and holding a bag by your side. “hey,” he greets you and lets you past him. you shut the door behind him, returning the smile and winding an arm around his neck for a hug. his drapes around your back.

“hey. happy valentine’s day.” “happy valentine’s-“ peter realizes what he’s about to say and what you just said, then stops himself. “what?” he breaks the hug, squinting at your odd behavior. you’re the last person he’d expected to hear that from. “it’s valentine’s day. so, happy valentine’s day,” you tell him like it’s nothing.

he stays quiet while you shrug off your coat and throw it over one of the kitchen chairs. you bring your bag along with you, peter following you in. he’s suspicious. intrigued, and suspicious. it’s been less than a day since he last say you. you had a change of heart that fast? you aren’t the biggest valentine’s day anti he knows anymore?

“where’s may?” you wonder aloud, taking both of peter’s hands in your now free ones. he eyes the shopping bag you put down while you lace your fingers together. “with happy. they’re getting brunch.” he’s never particularly psyched to talk about their relationship. it’s always been in a joking way, though. now, he sounds genuinely upset to go over may’s whereabouts.

“they’re so cute,” you comment, tugging on peter’s hands so he looks at you. “you good?” “great,” peter half lies and nods, then presses a reassuring kiss to your cheek. he’s not bad. puzzled is the word. what you say next only adds to it.

“good. i have a few things for you,” you beam at him and grab your shopping bag off the chair. that’s what that’s for? peter isn’t fully sure what you’re up to. it doesn’t stop a smile from stretching across his lips, though.

“what happened to no presents?” he tests you as you reach into the bag. “well, i feel bad about how i acted the other day.” you pull out a heart shaped box of chocolates. “the card was really sweet, and i was too caught off guard to appreciate it. i’m sorry, pete.” peter’s eyes twinkle at you, gazing as you give him a smile with a hint of shyness behind it. you’re leaving your comfort zone and entering his.

“i was wrong and cynical and just, yeah. happy valentine’s day,” you add on and shove the box into his hand. he finally grins, so wide and then lets out a breathy laugh. “thanks, y/n. i know it was probably hard to shop being surrounded by this stuff.” he holds up the box. he’s right. you’ll unfortunately be seeing pink and red for weeks. “it was, but i did it for you.” you happily open up your arms for him.

peter puts down the chocolates and pulls you into his arms, his cheek squished against the side of your head as he hugs you to his chest. “oh my god, i love you so much,” he mumbles out, you squeezing him in response. “i love you, pete.” you press a quick kiss to his neck and hold him at arm’s length so you can see him. “i have something else for you.”

“baby,” peter coos, a pout on his lips. “you don’t have to do all of this. i would’ve been fine without the chocolates, even.” “stop, you deserve it,” you shut down the part of him that’s way too nice and selfless. “you’re my real present,” he says lower and with a toothy smile. shaking your head, you reach behind you and into the bag.

he can’t believe you’ve switched stances on valentine’s day. you’re the present pusher, and he’s refusing them. peter thinks it’s some sort of miracle that you’re not only acknowledging the holiday, you’re also partaking in it. his hopeless romantic side tells him it’s actually love, and it is. that’s the cheesy, hallmark movie truth. you suffered through shopping at a heart themed cvs because you love him. simple.

you return with a pink envelope that you place into peter’s hand. his face softens as he closes his fingers around it. “y/n, you made me a card?” “kind of,” you laugh at his overstatement. it’s obviously pre-made. you’d used a pen to fill it out in the store, scribbled a few words and tucked it into the envelope.

“it really doesn’t compare to yours, though,” you simultaneously warn and compliment him. peter dismisses you with a lighthearted click of his tongue. “oh, shush. that was only a rough draft.” “which proves my point even more. open it.” you grip onto the bottom of his sweater and grin.

he keeps his eyes on you while ripping open the envelope, then looks down and chuckles at the gag of the card. it has r2d2 and r4d4 from star wars on the front. inside is already written, “r4 is red and r2 is blue. if i was the force then i’d be with you.” you giggle to yourself, watching him read what you wrote next. i love you more every day, especially on valentine’s. xo, y/n.

peter holds the card to his side and slings an arm around your waist. “they make star wars valentines?” he murmurs, another smile breaking out on his face, one that you of course return. you use his sweater to pull him closer. “apparently. perfect for you.” peter tosses the card down next to the chocolates, both arms now holding you.

“thank you so much, baby. you’re an angel,” he sighs and pecks your lips after. “call me cupid,” you answer.

you give him a longer kiss back, tilting your head up to deepen it. your hands find their place on his biceps, earning a hum from peter as he moves his lips against yours. you can feel his love in every little movement, how he hugs your waist like you’re made of glass, rests his forehead against yours. when your lips mutually detach, peter speaks first, voice slightly husky.

“happy valentine’s day, cupid.”

you breathe out, peter closing his eyes in content.

“happy valentine’s day, r2.”