#guess who watched lotr all weekend

[cozmos-artz]

elf crush

#guess who watched lotr all weekend #gigolas lives on in my heart forever #lotr #lotro #lotr art #lotr fanart #gigolas #legolas x gimli #gimli fanart #lego lotr #lotr gimli #legolas #gimli #legolas fanart #gimli x legolas #gimli/legolas #legolas/gimli #gigolas fanart #lotr ship #lotr fanfic #lord of the rings #art #digital art #artist #cartoon #illustration #fanart #lotr movies #gimleaf

[misc-obeyme]

I have today and tomorrow off and it's really so weird because I'm not used to them being in a row 😭 but then I'm scheduled six days straight after that soo

i keep getting tiktoks about Book of Life and I wanna rewatch that so bad because it's one of my favorite movies. I don't know if it'd fit but I love putting my favorite characters into other media i enjoy (crossovers technically?) so i keep imagining mc and Mammon as Manolo and Maria. And then probably Solomon as Joaquin, just because he's my other favorite.

but Manolo literally sings "heaven knows your name, I've been praying" while trying to serenade Maria and it gets me every time. I have the perfect mental image to redraw that scene with Mammon and Mc but I can't put it on paper so AAAA

anyway i wanted to ask if you had any movie recs or anything because I don't know what to do with myself other than read all day tomorrow. OH AND ALSO IF YOU WERE GONNA WATCH THE ECLIPSE, A COWORKER GAVE ME GLASSES WHICH I WAS HAPPY ABOUT

- ✨ anon

I hope you enjoy your days off! I think it's always nice to have multiple days in a row... due to be an office gremlin, I always get the two regular weekend days off. I kinda have to use Saturday as a reset day because I'm so exhausted from the week lol. So it's nice to have that extra day for other things! (Usually chores in my case.)

Anyway, I had to look up The Book of Life because I have never heard of it before now. It sounds good! I definitely think you should rewatch it. And yeah, I think that's kinda how it goes with art? You've got the vision in your mind but the hands cannot replicate it. It can be like that with writing, too. It's just trying to convey to someone else the picture you see in your mind and it never comes out the same.

But it's definitely fun to do crossover ideas, like putting characters in other stories. I had a feverish few days obsessing over which Obey Me characters would be who in a King Arthur AU. It's just really interesting to consider how their personalities would change the story, you know? (Not me also kinda thinking about a LOTR AU kadsfkl.)

I'm afraid I may not be the best person to ask for movie recs? I don't watch a lot of movies. Generally I have the attention span problem lol. I do watch them occasionally, like I finally watched Knives Out & Glass Onion which I totally loved. But I suppose it also depends on what sorta genre you're into... I suppose those are like murder mystery style but they're also just very funny. Dang I'm trying to think of other movies I've watched recently but yeah there's not a lot... the most recent thing I've watched is Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon on Netflix which is so so good. I know it's like the tumblr rage right now, but I'm really loving it.

Though due to my inability to watch current movies, I have a lot of older classics that I like. Monty Python and the Holy Grail comes to mind immediately. I also love the old school Clue movie it's so good. And I'm a huge fan of Studio Ghibli movies, so any of those, but I know a lot of peeps have already seen them. Other older animated movies from my childhood like The Road to El Dorado and The Emperor's New Groove and Anastasia. Oh and of course I'm a huge fan of all the Lord of the Rings movies but I know that can be kind of a commitment. I also liked Pan's Labyrinth, The Birdcage, Coco (if you wanna CRY), The Boondock Saints (uh very bloody this one though), and I always kinda had a thing for martial arts movies like I love Legend of the Drunken Master lol but also Hero and of course the classic Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon (there's a sequel on Netflix that was also very good). Oh and I did see Everything Everywhere All At Once which I really enjoyed!

Er so I guess that's more than I thought lol. But there are a lot of times when people will be like you haven't seen X movie!?! And I just hafta be like... I don't watch movies a lot, sorry??

As for the eclipse, I am not going to be watching it because I don't have protective eye wear and my eyesight is already terrible. I didn't realize it was happening until like today oops. I did see part of the last one... I think that happened a handful of years ago? I can't quite remember when it was, but I did experience it!

Anyway, I don't know how helpful any of this was, but I hope you enjoy your time off either way!

#I know a lot more about books than movies I'm afraid #✨ anon #misc answers

[eidetictelekinetic]

A lot of rambling under the cut, emotional crap that’s been in my head for days. Just needed to get it out, I guess.

So I made this flip comment to a friend the other day - we were talking about Sandman, and she was trying to get her mother to watch it, and I said that my mother never would, which she would not. But to be fair I can’t understand why she likes true crime or sitcoms so it’s fair enough. This isn’t actually about my mother. It’s about how I followed that up with “my dad liked a lot of the same sort of things I do, I don’t think he’d like Sandman though.” 

Incidentally, this is not about Sandman either. I actually don’t have the faintest clue whether my father would like it or not, though he was always conservative leaning and one of the last details I knew about him was that he’d apparently become more religious, which for a US Christian usually means more conservative. So I figure he probably wouldn’t. But then, I haven’t seen him in a couple months shy of twenty years, I really don’t have a clue on his specific tastes, I just know that my love of fantasy and sci-fi, my love of books and writing in general, is a trait from him. Hell, he even wrote fanfic as of twenty years ago. 

I made another comment to another friend about how I wasn’t allowed access to all my books as an older kid/teenager. They were kept in my mother’s closet, I had to ask permission to swap out the ones I had for new ones. Strictly speaking I don’t know if this was my mother’s idea or my grandmother’s, and I probably never will. I suspect my grandmother, who always had more strongly voiced feelings on the matter of how much I read and how she found it increasingly childish as I got older, but who really knows?

My grandmother is dead. In life or in death, sometimes you love someone and you never know if you like them or not, and you’re never quite sure if you’re still angry at them, but the last thing I ever did for her was a reading at her funeral, and I would have been damned if I fucked it up. I wasn’t going to do that to her. We had nothing in common but our names and our tempers and an interest in politics, I lived with her from the age of ten until she died when I was twenty-nine, and I’m pretty sure she sometimes hated me, I sometimes hated her, but I never really thought she didn’t think she was doing right by me. I just think she had no idea how to do it. 

There are times I feel the same way about my mother, my mother and her rather overbearing, nosy ways. No, Mom, demanding that I tell you everything is not sending me the message that I can tell you everything, and there’s a reason I gave up trying the campus therapy offered for free, and that’s because you questioned me about every session. But overprotectiveness is a messy thing, and I know enough about my grandparents to know this communication issue is generational. What can you do, right?

But this isn’t really about them. It is, and it isn’t, because I know why my books were kept under watch. I know a lot of things about the criticism I received. The problem is that I am my father’s daughter. In spite of everything, I have a temper like his, I have tastes and talents like his, and I even used to have some of his unearned arrogance. 

The first books I remember owning are my father’s copies of the Narnia books. I remember him reading them to me. I was a daddy’s girl once, a long time ago in a small college town I thought I’d never leave. I was a daddy’s girl, desperately, in the first couple years in a city I ended up loving, in a school I hated, my only friends kids from outside school that I saw on weekends, my truest lifelines Tamora Pierce’s Circle books and a week at camp every summer. 

The last time I saw my father, that weekend, I was making my way through the LOTR trilogy for the first time. It rained a lot that weekend. I talked to my dad about Middle-Earth; he’d read the books, after all. 

It’s lucky I also associated LOTR with two of my then-dearest friends. I haven’t seen them in years, but I remember them fondly. I did my best not to think about that weekend with that three-in-one book in my hand. My uncle bought me one later, an edition that looks like a spellbook, and in the end, I escaped that particular association with my father. 

I didn’t touch Narnia outside the movies for a long time, though. Partly I felt too old, and like the Lucy in CS Lewis’ dedication for LWW, I needed to get older to come back to fairy tales again. But also, my first copies were my father’s. Narnia was tied with him from the second I learned of it, and what was I supposed to do with that?

My mother likes to remind me that I’m moody like my father too. Maybe I am. I’m almost 32 years old. Bit late to do much about that, isn’t it.

When I was in 12th grade I went on a religious retreat. I went to Catholic high school, and even then I wasn’t particularly religious but the thing about Kairos was, no one would talk about it. I had to go because I had to know. I don’t regret it, even now. I’m more agnostic than Catholic now, but I believe there’s something out there. I’ve felt something more out there, and one of the places I felt it was at the retreat. 

But there was this statue, of the Holy Family. None of my friends were willing to do Kairos, so I was walking the grounds alone. I fell apart looking at this statue, at its blessings that included blessings on fathers. I had just calmed down when teachers found me, and wouldn’t you know it, the moment they asked if I was all right, I broke down again. 

(Father’s Day cards still make me grind my teeth. Also, Hallmark, you need a bigger stock of godfather and/or uncle cards for Father’s Day. Just for the record.)

One of those adults led my group, a nun who I liked and almost no one else did. She was a tough old Irish lady. I get it. But I lived with one, and this nun, well... I met her outside school before my freshman year, and she would check in with me when she saw me in the halls before she taught me senior year. I liked her. She was a hardass and sometimes in class I hated her, but overall, I liked her. And she’s the one who told me, in our discussion group the night I talked about my father and cried hard enough to shake my chair, that it didn’t matter if I shared my father’s tastes. There were plenty of other people to find that common ground with who would treat me better.

I have and have had a lot of fandom-based friends. She was right. 

But still. I’ve always just accepted that I am my parents put in a blender. My father’s tastes and my mother’s preference to have friends and people to talk to. I’ve reminded myself often that I don’t do things the way my father does them, and I am working on that temper. It helps. I am not my father, I am not my father, and not being my father is one of the consistent goals of my life.

I’ve never actually said that I liked something he didn’t before, though. Maybe I wasn’t even right. Maybe there are a lot of things I adore that he’d hate, genre aside. 

I hope, very hard, that none of the stories I tell are like the stories he’d tell. 

Maybe it doesn’t matter anyway. I love what I love, and I stopped bothering to be ashamed a long time ago. (There’s a girl from summer camp I owe for that one.) But it’s always stung, to know how much of who I am echoes a man I haven’t seen in so long. 

I like the idea that he wouldn’t like the things I do, anymore. I like that I was able to think it, to say it. It feels like something weighs just a little less. 

#well this is a load of rambling #daddy issues and no dicks #that was a reference lol

[kingexpl0sionmurder]

Sour Candy - Bakugou Katsuki

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder Rating: 18+ (Smut) Words: 12,276 Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/F!Reader (Aged up, characters are in college) Warnings: Language, smut, Shinsou is kind of a dick, I made Bakugou a fan of LotR alright?

AN: I have been writing this for 84 years. This is my first attempt at Bakugou. Please be gentle lol. Shout out to @unbreakablekiribaku for listening to me talk about this fic since FEBRUARY and @420bakubaby​ for being one of the first people to read this and then scream at me for stopping mid smut for like 2 months. Bakugou’s poor neck lmfao. xoxoxo Masterlist is here Buy me a Kofi?

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You sighed, resting your head on your folded arms at the table. You tuned out the chattering of the girls around you, Ashido and Hagakure giggling at something to your right.

“You okay, Y/N?” Uraraka shot you a concerned look from across the table, causing you to lift your head and gaze at her.

“Yeah, I’m just bored.” And lonely, but she didn’t need to know that. Your eyes fell back to the table in front of you. 

“I think you just miss Shinsou.” Ashido’s tone was teasing and it caused you to roll your eyes a little. She hit the nail on the head, but it wasn’t him that you missed, not really. It was just the companionship. Sure, you had your girlfriends, but it wasn’t the same thing.

“I don’t miss him.”

“Did you break up?” Jirou leaned her face on her palm, raising her eyebrows and looking at you curiously.

You snorted. “We were never together. We just had an...arrangement.”

“He decided to focus on his training,” Ashido explained when you offered no further information. “They’ve decided to just be friends.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Tsu reached out and patted your arm from her place on the other side of the table, beside Uraraka.

You offered her a smile, letting your gaze fall to your lap. You weren’t all that sad about it. There were no real feelings between you and Hitoshi, there never had been. You just had a good time together, letting off a little steam when things became too stressful. You were proud of him for focusing on getting stronger, especially after everything he’d gone through when you were back in UA and how hard he’d worked to get into the hero course, and you didn’t hold his decision against him.

“You need a new distraction!” Hagakure trilled excitedly, breaking you from your thoughts. “We just need to find you a new boy.”

“I don’t need a new boy.” You groaned, leaning back. “I can function without one.” Eyes closed, your lips pulled into a frown. “I don’t want to do the meaningless sex thing again.”

Ashido, who clearly had not been listening, craned her neck to look around the cafeteria where you were having lunch. “What about Kaminari?”

You rolled your eyes. “Ashido, come on. I don’t want-”

“Ooh yeah!” Hagakure continued. “He’s cute, right? Maybe a little pervy, but I bet he’s kinky!”

Jirou gave her a look. “Keep it down! Don’t let him hear you say that! He’d never shut up about it.”

“He’s too easy. All I’d have to do is look at him and he’d cum in his pants.” Your lips curled up into a smirk, shaking your head. Kaminari was cute and you’d been friends for a long time, but you didn’t think the two of you would work out. Plus, you weren’t interested in him like that. 

The table burst into a fit of giggles. Yaoyorozu leaned over from your other side. “You want a challenge then? What about Todoroki?”

All eyes slid to the other side of the cafeteria where Todoroki sat, eating his soba with his chopsticks quietly, while Kirishima and Sero were laughing loudly over his head.

“He’s gorgeous, but he scares me a little bit. Strong and silent types aren’t my thing.” He was a little too...obtuse a lot of the time. Social cues went right over that boy’s head. 

“So gorgeous…” Ashido sighed, slumping across the table. “Okay, what about Kiri? I could put in a good word.”

You decided to let your friends have their fun, playing along. It wasn’t their fault they didn’t know about the secret crush you’d been harboring on a certain boy.

“Shark boy is tempting. I’d let him do anything he wanted to me. Have you seen him without a shirt? And those pointy teeth…” You trailed off, gazing into the distance.

“Eijirou has two quirks; hardening, and respecting women. He would probably be too vanilla for you.” Hagakure was right, of course.

“You never know, though. I’d like to call him Red Daddy Riot at least once.” You said dreamily, earning loud laughter from the girls around you. Kirishima was hot and had a great personality, but in all seriousness, he was just a friend. 

“Midoriya?” Tsu suggested.

Your eyes shot to Uraraka, instantly noticing the blush on her cheeks. “Nah, he’s off-limits.” You were one of the only ones who knew how Uraraka felt about Deku, and you weren’t about to do that to her, so you shut that idea down quickly.

You turned back to the table the guys were occupying, eyes wandering over each of them with feigned interest. 

“I’ve got it!” Ashido was too excited, her loud voice commanding the attention of the room. She sunk back into her seat when a few people turned their heads in your table’s direction. 

All of the girls around you leaned in to hear her better when she beckoned them closer. “Bakugou.” She said conspiratorially, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

“Do you think Y/N has a death wish?” Jirou huffed. “Ashido, that wasn’t a serious suggestion, was it?”

Uraraka winced, her pink cheeks getting ever pinker. “If you think Todoroki is scary, he’s nothing compared to Bakugou.”

Tsu, always the observant one, shook her head. “He’s not as mean as he makes himself out to be. He’s like sour candy.”

“Bitter on the outside, sweet on the inside?” Yaoyorozu was grinning, picking up on Tsu’s metaphor.

“If anyone could crack him, it’s you Y/N. You don’t put up with shit.” Ashido pressed on. “You’re strong too, and he’ll respect that. Plus, he’s nicer to you than he is to the rest of us.”

“That doesn’t mean much, cause he’s still kind of a dick to me.” You said. “But…” You glanced over to see Bakugou eating his sashimi with a permanent frown on his face. “If you think I’d let Kiri do whatever he wanted to me, then times that by a million, and that’s what I’d let Bakugou do.”

“I’d let him blow me up.” You could just picture Hagakure slumping over dramatically. “Those washboard abs, his bulging biceps…”

“You okay, Hagakure? Someone get the spray bottle.” Jirou’s eyes were alright with mirth, lips curled into a teasing smile. 

“You think I should try?” You asked the table, your gaze still locked on the ash blonde across the room. 

If you were being honest with yourself, Bakugou was the only boy that you could see yourself with. You’d been intrigued by him since your first year at UA, and had always wondered what it would be like to date him. You had given up on the idea of ever getting him to like you, knowing that getting close enough to him would be a daunting task. He had built walls around himself since day one, putting up an unapproachable front, and you’d always thought it would be impossible. And now, 4 years later, you were all attending the same hero college, and you felt like your chances to win his affections hadn’t gotten any better. 

But, what was the harm in it?

“If anyone can do it, you can,” Tsu confirmed, breaking you from your reverie. 

Ashido squealed, bouncing in her seat. “You two would be so cute!”

You turned to look across the room, catching a glimpse of bright amethyst eyes peering in your direction. Hitoshi smiled at you before turning his attention back to his friends, and you searched your heart for any feelings that you might have missed for him. When you came up with nothing, you knew you’d made your decision.

“Well, Ashido, I guess you better start thinking of ship names. Operation Bang Bakugou is in full effect, starting immediately.” You said finally, smiling at your friends.

They didn’t need to know how you felt about him, anyway. That was your secret motivation. You just hoped this didn’t blow up in your face. 

---

Twenty-four hours later, you had made zero progress. The most you’d gotten was a heated glare from the explosive blonde when he’d caught you staring at him during one of the classes you shared. You were starting to think the whole thing was hopeless, but you couldn’t give up. Your mama didn’t raise no quitter.

You decided this was going to take some time and a lot of research. You started by observing Bakugou’s routine. It was fate that you’d been assigned to the same dormitory, along with the rest of your high school friends, so you would have plenty of opportunities to watch him without being creepy.

He got up insanely early every morning and went for a run, and then showered and ate breakfast. After his last class, he would do his homework and hang out with Kirishima and the rest of his squad before wandering off to bed around 8 pm, like a grandpa. On the weekends he would keep the same morning routine, and then would spend his afternoons in the gym unless someone was able to convince him to break his regimen and actually participate in a group activity, but it was rare and he would be grumpy about it the whole time.

You filed his relationship with Eijirou away for a moment of desperation. You wanted to try to do this all on your own if you could, but it was good to know that you might have an in if you needed it. For now, you were going to try to get Bakugou to talk to you. 

You begrudgingly set your alarm for the ungodly hour of 5 am the night before you put your half-assed idea into motion. When it woke you up out of a nice dream you grumbled, dragging yourself to the bathroom to wash your face and fix your bed head. You dressed in your workout clothes and stumbled downstairs with your running shoes, your phone, and a pair of headphones shoved into the front pocket of your hoodie.

You sat down on the front steps to the dorm, lacing up your shoes and yawning.

“What are you doing here?”

Your head snapped up, eyes locking with Bakugou’s red ones as he stood behind you. You cleared your throat. “Hey, Bakugou. I was just getting ready to go for a run.”

His posture was stiff as always. “You don’t go for runs.”

“Not normally, no. But I think it’ll benefit me. I want to get faster.” You shrugged. “Are you going running too? Maybe we can run together?”

“Tch. You wouldn’t be able to keep up, princess.” He sat down and pulled on his shoes, no longer paying you any attention.

You didn’t want to push him, so you didn’t say anything, moving to the grass and sitting down so you could stretch. The morning was nice, a little chilly, but the breeze felt good and it was quiet. You felt his eyes on you but you ignored him, reaching out to touch your toes, flexing your feet. When you were satisfied, you stood, bending your knee and grabbing your foot to pull it back.

Bakugou was standing in front of you. “Just stay out of my way. I usually run towards the training grounds and then loop back around the dorms. It’s about two miles all the way around.”

You looked over at him, trying not to grin. “Yeah, okay. Thanks.”

“I’m not doing you any favors, don’t thank me.” He snapped. “Fucking Christ. Just shut up.” 

Your eyes widened as he turned his back to you, reaching into his hoodie for his headphones and shoving them in his ears. He messed with his phone for a second, before turning around and glaring at you.

You followed his lead, shoving an earbud in one ear and turning on your music. When you put your phone away he grunted and started jogging in the direction of the training grounds, and you followed, keeping pace behind him.

It was nice, it felt good to get your blood pumping so early in the morning. The campus was deserted, no one was probably even awake at this hour. Bakugou was quiet, but you didn’t expect him to speak to you, let alone let you run with him, so you didn’t have any complaints. You took this as a win though, because he’d at least acknowledged your existence. 

Your legs were burning about three-fourths of the way through but you pushed on, not wanting to seem weak in front of him. You assumed if you stopped or slowed, he wouldn’t wait for you, and you thought it might hurt your chances of getting to do this with him again. 

Your discomfort must have been apparent, though, because he grunted and looked back at you. “Oi! What’s your problem?”

You shook your head. “I’m fine.”

“No you’re fucking not, you’re slowing and you’re not breathing right.” He slowed down a little. “You’re pushing yourself too much.”

Your legs ached, and you felt a stitch forming in your side.“I said I’m fine.” 

“Stubborn fucking-“ He slowed further, back into a light jog. “Your body isn’t used to this. I shouldn’t have let you come with me.”

“You can go without me, Bakugou. I can handle myself.” You grumbled, hating that he was right. 

He rolled his eyes. “I usually start slowing down now anyway.” He reached in his other hoodie pocket and pulled out a water bottle, shoving it at you. “Drink.”

You didn’t even have it in you to argue, taking the bottle from him and unscrewing the cap, drinking slowly from it. You handed it back to him, keeping your gaze set on your shoes. You could practically feel the anger radiating off of him as he jogged beside you. It looked like all you’d managed to do was piss him off further.

When you finally reached the dorms you threw yourself on the grass, your heart thudding hard in your chest and your muscles aching. You closed your eyes, waiting for your breathing to slow, vaguely aware of Bakugou sitting somewhere to your right.

“Hey, dumbass. Don’t forget to stretch.”

You opened one eye to peer over at him. “Mm. I know.” You sat up and sighed before you started stretching, knowing you’d be in pain later regardless.

Bakugou drank from the water bottle, and then tossed it at you, watching as it hit the ground beside you. “We’ll take a shorter path tomorrow and work you up to more.”

You stopped, looking at him with your jaw wide open. “What?”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to give up already, idiot.” He stood up. “I didn’t take you for a quitter.”

“I’m not!” You said quickly. “I just...I don’t want you to fuck up your routine for me.”

“Tch.” He glared at you, shoving his hands in his pockets. “You obviously need the help since you can’t even handle two miles. It pisses me off. So I’m going to make you my personal project.” He turned to walk inside. “Same time tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

You watched him go, your eyes wide. You couldn’t even believe this was happening. “Hey, Bakugou!”

He stopped, not bothering to turn and look at you. “What?”

“Thanks.”

His shoulders tensed. “Whatever.”

You kept your eyes on him as he disappeared into the building, letting out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding when he was out of sight. “Well, fuck.”

—

“So what’s going on with you and Bakugou?” Ashido asked a few weeks later while you were sitting down to lunch again. “Any progress?”

There had been a little progress. Bakugou seemed to enjoy your company. It took you a few days to realize it, but he insulted you less. Like, he still called you an idiot and a dumbass, and occasionally he referred to you as ‘shitty woman’, but it wasn’t the same. It was like there was no anger behind his words.

“They go running together every morning now, didn’t you know that?” Hagakure‘s voice came from your right. If you could see her face you knew she’d be grinning widely.

Jirou gazed at you with her eyebrow cocked. “Interesting. He doesn’t let anyone run with him.”

“He does now.” You mumbled, looking down at your soba. “I kind of forced myself upon him. He’s taken me up as a charity case. But I’m getting better.”

“He’s such a hardass. He probably barks orders at you the whole time. I’m not sure it’d be worth it.” Ashido was concerned for you, and it made you smile. She was a good friend.

“He’s alright.” You glanced over at the boys’ table and caught him looking at you. His neck snapped forward when you caught his eye. “Actually, it’s going pretty well.”

“So when’s the wedding?” Tsu’s tone was light, and you knew she was making fun of you. 

You snorted at her. “Okay, not /that/ well. Not yet at least.”

“Do you guys talk at all?” Yaoyorozu leaned on her elbow and blinked at you.

“I talk, he sort of listens? I don’t know. He doesn’t tell me to shut up, so that’s got to mean something, right?”

The second day you’d run together, you asked him what he was listening to, and he’d shoved one of his earbuds at you in response. It was some heavy metal band, and you understood maybe every three words due to the screaming and growling of the lead singer, but it was fitting for Bakugou. You ran the rest of the time listening to it together, and it was nice and kind of unexpected. The next day you’d given him one of your earbuds and he’d listened to your music choices. You were pretty sure that was the first time you’d heard him genuinely laugh at something, even if it was just because he heard the lyric “Tell the haters to suck my fucking cock”.

“It’s better than him blowing you up or something.” Uraraka mused, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“We’ll see. We’re going to study together later so…”

Ashido gaped at you. “What? He told us he couldn’t help us with the math homework. Kaminari asked him earlier and he said he had plans.” 

“I’m the plans I guess?” You could feel the blush rising on your cheeks. “I’m meeting him in his room after dinner.”

“His room? Y/N, no one has seen his room except for Kirishima! This is big!” Jirou looked absolutely ecstatic for you. 

“Shh! Not so loud!” You felt your face turning even redder. “Don’t ruin this for me.”

“You cracked him, Y/N.” Tsu looked almost proud of you, her smile lighting up her whole face.

“I never thought this would go anywhere! Good luck, Y/N! We’re rooting for you!” Hagakure giggled excitedly, and you felt her grab your arm and shake you.

The rest of the table nodded in agreement, offering you congratulations. 

“Thanks, guys. I’m actually hella nervous.” You turned your attention back to your lunch.

“If how often he keeps looking over here is any indication, you don’t have anything to worry about,” Yaoyorozu elbowed you, a teasing tone in her voice.

You looked over to see him staring at you again. You smiled at him, and he just glared back, but it wasn’t the heated one you were used to. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

—

You were heading back to the dorms after your last class, your bag slung over your shoulder, lost in thought. You wondered what you should wear later, running through possible outfits in your head as you walked. If you dressed up too much Bakugou might get suspicious, and you were trying to keep things casual for now. 

“Hey, kitten.”

Your head snapped up, meeting the sleepy purple gaze of Shinsou as he fell into step beside you. 

“Hey, ‘Toshi. How’s your training going?”

He shrugged, amethyst eyes meeting yours. “It’s alright. I’m running myself ragged. But it’s good. It feels good, you know?”

You nodded, biting your bottom lip. You were happy for him. “I’m glad to hear that. You’ve always worked so hard, it’s going to pay off.”

Hitoshi lifted his hand to rub the back of his neck, his trademark move. “Yeah, maybe. How’re things with you?”

“Okay. I’ve been running in the mornings before class. I’m getting faster. I can do almost two miles in about 16 minutes.” 

“Wow. That’s pretty good.” He looked impressed, his hands sliding into his pockets as you walked.

“I’ve got a pretty good teacher.” You said vaguely, not wanting to give him any more information.

“Oh yeah? Who?”

“Just, someone in my dorm. It’s not important.” You knew he’d be less than pleased. You didn’t care what he thought, you just wanted to avoid the inevitable badmouthing he was prone to when it came to Bakugou.

You turned your head, looking forward. Bakugou was standing in front of the dorms with Kirishima just ahead of you. He looked up and caught your eye, frowning when he saw Hitoshi walking beside you.

Shinsou followed your gaze. “You’re training with that asshat, aren’t you?” He looked mildly disgusted. “I’m surprised he hasn’t killed you yet.”

“He’s not that bad, you know that. He knows his shit.” Your brows furrowed. This was exactly what you’d been trying to avoid.

“Maybe so, but he’s also a giant douchebag.”

You stopped walking, tired of the conversation already. You knew him well enough to know that this wasn’t just a casual catch up, anyway. “You haven’t spoken to me in like a week, Hitoshi. What do you want?”

Shinsou raised his eyebrows. “Chill out, kitten. I just wanted to say hi. I missed you.” He reached out, his fingers trailing along your cheek. 

You looked over when you heard yelling. Kirishima was calling after Bakugou, the fiery blonde storming away from him and inside the building. What was that about?

You jerked back from Hitoshi’s touch. “Nope. None of that. You’re the one who ended things with us, remember?” 

“So we can't be friends? Wasn’t that the deal?”

Your frustration was apparent in your posture. “It was. But that’s not what you were thinking and we both know it.” You turned, walking backwards towards the building. “I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you later.”

His face pinched. “What’s your problem? Are you fucking him already? You don’t waste a second.”

You felt your anger bubbling up in the pit of your stomach. Turning around, you fixed him with a glare. “No, I’m not. Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, Shinsou. Fuck off.”

You spun back towards the dorms, your hands shaking as you stormed past Kirishima and slammed the front door open.

“Y/N, wait!”

You kept walking, ignoring the looks you were getting from the group that was sitting in the common area. You didn’t stop until you reached the elevator, jamming your finger against the button harder than necessary.

The sound of sneakers slapping against the floor had you spinning around. Kirishima was approaching, looking concerned. “Hey, you okay?”

“Fine.” You snapped, turning back to the elevator. “What’s up?”

“Oh! Well, I don’t know, it looked like you were fighting with Shinsou. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

You felt bad for snapping at him. Eijirou was a good friend. “Yeah, sorry. I’m okay. He’s just a dick.”

Kiri chuckled, his sharp teeth on display. “Yeah, he kind of is.”

Changing the subject, you shrugged. “Is Bakugou okay? He looked mad. Like, madder than usual.” The elevator dinged and you entered it, moving aside so he could join you.

He pushed the button for your floor and then his. “Yeah, he’s fine. He’s just…”

“Being Bakugou?”

“Yeah, basically. You get it.” He reached up to touch his bright red spikes, before his gaze settled on your face, bright red eyes glinting conspiratorially. “What’s going on with you two anyway?”

You froze, panicking slightly. Was it that obvious? “What? Nothing.”

“Yeah, that’s what he says too. You can’t fool me though. I know for a fact that I’m the only person he can tolerate on a normal day, and he doesn’t let me go running with him.” He looked at you knowingly, raising an eyebrow.

You felt your cheeks heating up, imagining their color rivaled the hair on his head. “He’s just helping me train.”

Kiri sighed. “Just do me a favor and be nice to him. He’s my best bro.”

The elevator dinged again when it reached your floor. You stepped out and turned back to him. “Nothings going on, Kiri.” You repeated. “We’re just friends.” 

So what if you wanted to be more? Kirishima didn’t need to know that.

“Sure. See you at dinner, Y/N.” He winked as the doors closed and left you standing in the hallway alone. 

—

After dinner, you went to your room to grab your math textbook and your pencil case. You decided to put on your comfy clothes, slipping on your favorite pair of leggings and an oversized t-shirt, and throwing your hoodie on over it before you made your way to the elevator.

You stood in front of Bakugou’s door, taking a deep breath before knocking. You didn’t have to wait long, the door flying open moments later. “What do you want?”

You blinked at him, biting your lip. “We were supposed to study, remember?”

He frowned, his eyebrows scrunching together as he stared at you, his arms folded across his chest. “Thought you weren’t coming.” He was waiting for an answer. You raised your eyebrows at him in lieu of a reply, and he sighed, opening the door wider and letting you enter.

His room was neat, with an All Might poster on the wall above his desk. His bed was made, and he had a giant bookcase against the far wall filled with books. It was kind of fitting for him. You didn’t expect anything flashy, it was Bakugou after all.

“Why wouldn’t I come? We made plans.” You questioned him, shuffling over to sit on the bed.

“Tch.” He flopped into his desk chair. “Thought you’d be off with eyebags instead.”

You stared at him, confused. “Shinsou? No.”

“Weren’t you dating him?” He kept his gaze on the book in front of him, his shoulders tense, and fists clenched on the desk.

“No. Not really.” Was he jealous? Was that what that fit was about outside the dorms after class?

He didn’t say anything, and you could feel the tension in the air. If he was feeling jealous from seeing you with Hitoshi earlier, then maybe things were going better than you’d hoped. You knew you had to say something to fix this.

“Bakugou.”

He looked up, glaring at you like he usually did, his eyes filled with something else other than anger. Hurt?

“I’m not dating Shinsou. I’m not interested in him.” Putting your book down beside you, you leaned forward, your elbows on your knees. “We used to mess around but that’s over. We’re just friends.” 

You couldn’t read his expression, but he almost looked relieved for a moment, before turning back to his desk. “You needed help with math?”

You nodded, getting comfortable and pulling out your book, flipping to the page you’d marked off, your notebook folded over to where you’d copied the questions. “I’m terrible at this stuff. My brain just can’t comprehend it.”

“Tch. It’s not that hard, princess.” He got up and sat beside you on the bed. “Gimme that.” He took your pencil and started writing, explaining the problem, and each step.

You were trying to pay attention, but you were kind of in awe of him. Katsuki Bakugou was the whole package; he was smart, strong, good looking. He gave a shit about people even if he was good at hiding it behind insults and a big ego. There was no doubt in your mind that he’d be at the top of your class again, and climbing the ranks to number one hero once you’d graduated.

“Are you even listening?” His rough voice startled you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry, yes.” You took back the pencil, working on the next problem, following the steps he’d given you. “Like that?”

He hummed. “Maybe you’re not as hopeless as I thought.” He looked kind of proud of you, and it made your heart flutter.

Thinking back to what you’d said to Shinsou earlier about him, you grinned. “I’ve got a good teacher.”

“Damn right you do. Finish the rest of them and I’ll check them over when you’re done.” He got up and moved back over to his desk, slouching down to read over his textbook.

You got to work, flying through the problems faster than you thought possible. Something about the way he’d explained it had clicked in your head, and it suddenly just made sense. 

“Here.” You held out your notebook when you were done. 

Bakugou looked surprised, but took the notebook from you and began checking them over. 

You stood up, walking over to his bookshelf, and looking at his books. A lot of them were manga, some you’d actually read yourself. There were some fantasy novels, like Game of Thrones and Lord Of The Rings, graphic novels like Locke and Key and The Walking Dead. You had a lot more in common with him than you’d originally thought. 

“You just need to fix this one. Make sure you show your work or sensei will mark you down.” 

You turned back to him and smiled. “Thanks, Bakugou.” You took the notebook back and sat back on the bed, working on the problem Bakugou had instructed you to fix. “I didn’t know you liked Lord Of The Rings.” You were formulating a plan, and as usual, it was half-assed. 

He grunted, turning the page in his book. “What about it?”

“You know they’re showing the extended version at the theater next weekend.” You chanced a glance up at him, surprised to see he was watching you.

“And?” 

He was either completely dense or he wanted to make your life harder. You were leaning toward the latter. You bit back a sigh. “So, do you want to go with me?”

“What, like a date?” He huffed, folding his arms over his chest. You tried not the stare at his bulging biceps.

You finished your math problem, shoving your notebook back into the textbook and setting it aside, leaning forward again. “If you want.”

“Hah? You want to go on a date with me?” His eyebrows were furrowed, eyes squinting, like he was trying to figure you out. 

This was going well. Not. “Yeah, I do.”

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Aren’t guys supposed to ask girls on dates?”

“I mean, that’s kind of sexist, isn’t it? Does it matter who asks who?” Fuck, he was being an ass. You weren’t sure why, but you kept going. “Is that a yes?”

He seemed to be looking everywhere else but at you directly, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “No.”

Your face fell, and you felt the tears welling up in your eyes. Determined not to let him see you cry, knowing he’d see it as a weakness, you forced a smile on your face. “Okay. Thanks again for your help, Bakugou.” 

You stood up, grabbing your book and your pencil, shoving it in the case and tucking it under your arm. You turned to the door, your heart aching. You thought you’d finally made some headway with him, but you were apparently wrong. This was an unmitigated disaster, and you couldn’t wait to crawl into your bed and never leave it again.

“Ugh, wait.”

You paused with your hand on the doorknob, turning to look at him. He stood up and walked up behind you, grabbing your arm lightly and pulling you towards him. You nearly dropped your book as your hand pressed against his chest to keep yourself from bumping into him. “What?”

“Go out with me next weekend.” He mumbled, his free hand moving up to push a piece of your hair away from your face. 

You blinked up at him, lost in the intensity of his stare. Suddenly, it clicked. “You just wanted to be the one to ask, didn’t you?”

“Obviously.” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be an idiot.”

“Are you prepared to sit in a dark theater with me for three and a half hours?” You felt lighter, confidence back up to 100 percent. Trying to ignore how close you were pressed against him, you smiled.

He snorted. “If I didn’t think I could handle it, I wouldn’t have asked. I don’t do things I don’t want to do.”

He was right, of course. “Yeah, okay. It’s a date.” You leaned up on your toes and kissed his cheek before you lost your nerve. “Goodnight, Bakugou. See you in the morning.”

“Call me Katsuki.” 

Surprised, you just nodded. “Okay. Goodnight, Katsuki.”

You didn’t miss the pink blush on his cheeks when you pulled away, willing yourself not to look back at him as you turned around and opened the door, stepping out into the hallway.

Your night had gone better than you’d expected.

—

The rest of the week seemed to fly by, and the next thing you knew it was Saturday. 

You woke up at your normal 5 am and met Bakugou downstairs to start your run. You sat together on the grass, giggling and kicking his foot when he stretched his leg out beside yours. “What time did you want to leave later?”

He hummed. “The movie starts at 4. Did you want to eat before or after?”

Looking up at him shyly, you blushed. “We’re going for food?”

“Tch, of course. It’s a date, isn’t it?” He raised an eyebrow at you quizzically, looking at you like you were the biggest idiot he’d ever met. 

“Dinner and a movie? You’re really going all out, aren’t you, Katsuki?” Your heart swelled. You never imagined you’d get to this point with him.

He got to his feet, standing in front of you and folding his arms across his chest. “Keep it up and we won’t go at all.”

You squeaked. “I’m sorry!” You held out your arms and smiled when he grabbed your hands and pulled you up to stand. “After is good.” 

He nodded, rolling his neck. “Fine.”

You started running, trying not to smile when you noticed that he was letting you run beside him instead of making sure he was ahead of you. There were small things that had changed between the two of you since you’d decided to put some effort into building a relationship with him, and it made your heart flutter.

“Are you excited about tonight?” You wondered if he was nervous. Did Bakugou even get nervous?

He half shrugged. “I guess.” You didn’t say anything and he seemed to realize his answer was too short. “I didn’t get to see the extended edition in the theater so I’m looking forward to that.”

“Yeah, me too.” You had missed out on it too. Feeling a little bold, you continued. “Plus, it’ll be great to hang out with you.”

“You hang out with me every day.” He pointed out gruffly, shaking his head.

He had a point, and you felt like you probably sounded like a loser. No turning back now. “Yeah, I know. But this is different.”

He was silent for a moment, and you looked back over at him to see him deep in thought. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was biting at his bottom lip. “Why do you like me?” He asked suddenly, and you almost tripped over your own feet in surprise.

“What?” You managed to keep yourself upright, keeping up with his pace. He was blushing slightly, and it was probably the single most adorable thing you’d ever seen.

He kept his eyes forward. “Shitty hair says I’m scary. I know I’m not the easiest person to get along with, but you still want to go out with me, so I was just trying to figure it out.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not scary. People just don’t know how to approach you.” He scoffed and you continued. “I like you because you’re not a pushover. You don’t take anyone’s shit, you’re smart as hell. You’re going to be a great hero someday, Katsuki.”

“Ugh, shut up, you’re being sappy.” You saw the corner of his mouth twitch like he was trying not to smile.

“You asked! I’m just being honest.” You felt proud that you were able to get that reaction from him. “You know, I didn’t think you’d ever want to go out with me.”

His head snapped to the side, a scowl on his face. “Why wouldn’t I? You must be an idiot.”

“Hey!” You laughed. “Be nice to me.”

“I am being nice. I’m always nice to you, princess.” 

You didn’t comment on how the nickname he’d given you since day one made heat race pleasantly through your veins.

“Your definition of nice is slightly skewed, but I’ll accept it, I guess.” You didn’t want to push him too much, but you were curious. “Why does that make me an idiot, though? You never acted as you would ever date anyone, so I didn’t think I’d ever have a chance.”

The two of you rounded the path by the training grounds and started heading back towards the dorms. “I didn’t expect to…” He trailed off. “Look, being the number one hero is my top fucking priority. I didn’t even want to make friends and then Shitty hair happened.”

You nodded. Kirishima was a ball of sunshine that no one could avoid. He just had this way about him.

“You’re the only one out of all those extras that ever had a chance, okay?” He snapped his mouth shut, scowling, and you decided to let him be. The last thing you wanted to do was piss him off.

“Okay.” 

---

You finished your run, stretching and then heading back inside. You promised Bakugou you’d meet up with him around 2:30 so you had plenty of time to get to the theater.

After breakfast, you disappeared to your room for a while to knock out some dreaded weekend homework. Around noon you stood and stretched, deciding to take a shower and get ready for your date. You decided to wear a pair of black skinny jeans and booties with a cute top. Bakugou had mentioned wanting to take you out for ramen after, so you decided to keep your outfit casual but put together.

You met him in the common area a little after 2, ignoring the knowing grins on your friend’s faces as you left the dorm together, Bakugou’s hands shoved in his pockets, your hand looped through his arm.

You were walking down the main path in companionable silence, heading towards the road so Bakugou could call you an Uber to take you to the movies. Someone called out to you and you turned your head, your stomach dropping when you saw Shinsou making his way over. You glanced at Bakugou from the corner of your eye, noticing his tense posture and the frown on his face.

“What is it, Hitoshi? We were just leaving campus.” Your tone was clipped, not wanting to drag this out, since Bakugou was giving him a murderous glare. 

He lifted his arm to rub the back of his neck as usual. “Sorry, Y/N, I just wanted to apologize for what I said the other day. It was kind of shitty of me.”

You let go of Bakugou, crossing your arms across your chest. “Yeah, I’ll say.” You weren’t about to forgive him, not wanting him to walk all over you. “Was that it?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Are you not going to forgive me?”

Bakugou decided to speak up beside you. “Obviously she isn’t, eyebags. Are you done? We have somewhere to be.”

“Hey, I wasn’t talking to you, Bakugou.” Hitoshi snapped. 

You watched as Katsuki lifted his right hand, his palm popping and sparking from his quirk. “Like I give a fuck? Fuck you, bastard!”

You grabbed his left arm. “Katsuki, don’t. He’s not worth it.” You looked back to Shinsou. “I’m not talking to you about this right now. We have to go.”

Hitoshi sneered. “Whatever, guess I was right, huh?” He turned around and started to walk away, turning his head to the side to throw a final insult over his shoulder. “Enjoy my sloppy seconds, Bakugou.”

It took an enormous amount of strength on your part to hold Bakugou back from running after the purple-haired boy. “I’ll fucking kill you, you fucking extra! Don’t fucking talk about her like that-”

“Katsuki, come on! It’s fine!” You tugged on his arm. “Let’s go.”

“It’s not fine!” He spat, but he let you pull him away, growling and snarling like a rabid dog. 

You kept a firm grip on his arm until he stopped looking back toward the other boy and you were a safe distance away from the school. He busied himself with pulling out his phone to call your ride, but you saw he was still seething quietly as he did so.

He shoved his phone in his pocket when you got to the road, moving to the side of the campus entrance and leaning against the wall. “What was he apologizing for?”

You looked away from him, knowing if you didn’t tell him he’d be preoccupied with it all night. You didn’t want to ruin the date but you knew how much he appreciated honesty, so you told him. “He insinuated that I was fucking you, and he basically called me a slut for moving on from him so quickly.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, and you were afraid to meet his eyes. You were startled when he grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. “He’s a piece of shit, and I will gladly end his life if you want me to.” His red eyes were blazing, and you knew he was fully ready to make good on his threat if you said the word. 

You looked up at him, a small smile on your lips. “I appreciate that, but it’s okay.” Your heart was in your throat, and you felt your eyes watering. You knew Hitoshi was just being a jealous prick, but it still hurt your feelings.

“Fuck him. Don’t let him get to you.”

“I know, I won’t.” Somehow, Bakugou’s words made you feel better. “Can we just forget about him? I don’t want that to ruin our night. We have a date with some hobbits.”

He snorted. “Yeah, okay.” If he noticed your tears, he didn’t say anything. The Uber pulled up behind you and he pushed off the wall, his hand still gripping yours. “Come on, princess.”

—

It was nearly 9:30 by the time you got back to the dorms. You walked up the path from the road with Bakugou’s arm around your waist, your body pressed into his side while you walked.

You’d had a really good time despite the rocky start to your evening, thanks to Shinsou. But Katsuki had let it go, and you appreciated that he hadn’t let the purple-haired boy ruin your night. 

The movie had been great, and you’d been surprised when Bakugou had lifted the armrest between your seats and dragged you closer to him, letting you lean against him with his arm around your shoulder as you shared popcorn. You’d been half distracted by his warm palm against your arm, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your skin through the whole film.

You welcomed this new development, the feeling of his hand on your skin was comforting. It was a distinct contrast from his normal personality, and it made you soft for him. You never thought you’d see this side of him, and you were not complaining. 

After the movie, he’d taken you out for ramen as promised, and you’d giggled at him when he ordered his extra spicy, and he teased you when you got yours without any spice. You got to know more about each other, quietly swooning over the smirk on his face when he made you laugh.

Now you were back at school and dreading the moment you had to say good night. You didn’t want it to end.

“Do you...want to come back to my room?” His cheeks were dusted pink, and he almost looked shy. “I don’t want to go to bed yet.”

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” You teased.

He growled. “Shut up, dumbass. Nevermind then.”

“No! No, I’m sorry, I was just kidding. I want to. I was just thinking about how I didn’t want the night to be over.” You leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Me either.” His voice was so quiet you almost didn’t hear it.

“What did you want to do?” You had a few ideas, and none of them were SFW.

He just grinned, holding the door open for you when you reached the dorm building. You walked into the common room, the both of you stopping to kick off your shoes. You looked up as everyone sitting on the couch turned their attention to the both of you.

Before they could start bombarding you with questions, Bakugou grabbed your hand. “Come on.” He started pulling you towards the elevators, ignoring Ashido yelling and whining from her spot on the couch.

“Sorry guys! We’ll talk later!” You called over your shoulder, nearly falling over when Bakugou tugged on your arm and pulled you into the open elevator. 

You braced yourself on his shoulders, looking up at him slowly as the door behind you closed. Your heart was jackhammering in your chest at your close proximity, and the warmth of his hands on your waist as he held you close made you dizzy. You licked your lips subconsciously, the nerves that had been simmering inside you nearly boiling over as you wondered if he was going to kiss you.

His cheeks were ruddy as he gazed at you, his fingers flexing against your hips. The dinging of the elevator reaching his floor ruined the moment, and he was pulling away from you too soon, clearing his throat. His fingers intertwined with yours again as you followed him out into the hallway, hoping that you could get back to what you were doing once you were in the safety of his bedroom.

When the door clicked shut behind him, you watched him fidget around the room, pulling his desk chair near the bed and opening up his laptop, sitting it on the seat. He sat on the edge of the mattress and looked up at you. “Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to come over here?”

You moved over, sitting beside him, watching as he pressed the play button on some animated movie. “Is this Studio Ghibli?”

He grunted. “Background noise.” 

You blushed when you realized he didn’t plan on actually watching it. You met his eyes, feeling a chill roll down your spine when he smirked at you. The mood had shifted so suddenly, and it felt like he was less of the soft and hesitant boy at the movies, and more like the Bakugou you knew.

You weren’t complaining.

“Now, where were we?” His hands moved to your waist, tugging you forward. You rearranged your legs to straddle his lap, your back facing his laptop, your arms hanging over his shoulders.

You felt his warm breath, his nose trailing along your jaw. “Katsuki…”

“Hah?” He asked, his grip on your hips tightening. “Were you going to let me kiss you in the elevator?”

You hummed, nodding. The anticipation was killing you, and it was apparent that he could tell. You let your eyes flutter shut, licking your lips, waiting for him to do something.

You heard him chuckle, your hips rocking slightly against his lap causing the sound to be cut short as he sucked in a breath. “Impatient, huh princess?”

His usual nickname for you sent a shiver through you. “Katsuki, please.”

“Fuck, don’t beg. You don’t know what that does to me.” His lips were on yours before you could reply, needy and insistent. 

Kissing Bakugou was just what you’d always imagined it would be. He didn’t do anything half-assed, so you weren’t surprised by the passion behind it. Being this close to him was exhilarating. You could smell the faint scent of caramel on him when you breathed in, tilting your head slightly as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip. Your lips parted and he groaned, licking into your mouth as your hips rolled down against him again.

He pulled away, the two of you breathless. He didn’t go far, his lips trailing down your jaw and to your neck, nipping lightly as he went. You sighed when his hands moved from your hips, fingers drifting under the hem of your shirt and trailing lightly up your sides. You let your hands move to his hair, nails scratching lightly along his scalp and tugging at his soft locks as his teeth worried at the place where your neck and shoulder met. 

When he was satisfied with the blooming bruise on your skin, he pulled away to look you in the eye. Vermillion met Y/E/C with his usual serious expression. “I want you to know that I’m not just fucking around with you, you got that?”

Your eyes widened. “I-”

“No, listen to me, idiot. I don’t give a fuck about eyebags and his bullshit. I don’t want you to think I think like that bastard, understand?” His brows were furrowed and his voice was rough in a way that usually made your thighs clench. 

You ran your fingers through his hair again, pressing a little closer on his lap. “I know, Katsuki.”

His eyes fluttered closed and his hands settled on your hips when you scratched along his scalp before they snapped open again. “Good. Because if we do this, I’m not letting you go.” 

“I’m not going anywhere.” You assured him. Your heart was pounding and you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

“If that purple-haired freak even looks at you again, I’m going to rip off his fucking face and feed it to Hound Dog.” His palms slid to settle on your ass, squeezing and pulling you to rock against the hardening bulge in his jeans.

You moaned softly, nodding again. You were so turned on you felt like you were going to come apart, and he’d barely even touched you. You briefly wondered if you had a voice kink, cause just listening to him talk was doing things to you. 

Sensing he was done talking, you leaned back slightly, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it up and over your head, tossing the garment somewhere behind you. His eyes were glazed over with lust as he looked down at your bra covered chest. He dipped his head forward, tongue tracing the lace of the cup over the swell of your breast. You reached behind you and undid the clasp, gasping when he grabbed the offending object and pulled it down your arms and threw it aside. 

A blush rose over your body as he gazed at you hungrily, but your embarrassment was short-lived, immediately replaced with pleasure. He left a wet trail of kisses across the top of your breasts, his tongue laving over your nipple, hot breath turning cool as he blew over the hardening bud. You were panting, grinding rhythmically in his lap, seeking friction as he showered your chest with attention, switching to the other breast and giving it the same treatment. 

You pulled him up to kiss you again, hands moving to his back to grasp his t-shirt and tug on it. He got the hint, breaking the kiss to remove his shirt. You let your eyes drift over the absolute work of art that was his body, fingers trailing over his defined shoulders and biceps, and then back up across his collarbone. You leaned over to kiss along his neck, your nails trailing down his pecs and over his nipples, earning a low growl from the ash blonde. 

Strong arms moved around your waist as he picked you up off his lap and moved you over to lay down on the bed. He was hovering over you in a second, his forearms resting by your head as his lips met yours again, kissing and biting on your bottom lip. You keened, arching up into him, your hands in his hair and sliding down to the back of his neck to pull him closer.

His lips trailed away from yours, down your neck and chest, his hands moving as he slid down your body, his fingers deftly popping open the button on your jeans. He settled between your legs on his knees, pulling your skinny jean down your hips and thighs. You lifted your legs to help him, shivering when the cool temperature of the room settled over your bare skin. 

Fingers smoothed their way up your calf, his warm hands slid up the inside of your thighs. Your breath hitched when he spread your legs wider, tracing one finger over your clothed slit. The look in his eyes was positively feral when they met yours. “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” 

You sat up in response, hands moving to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans. “And you’re wearing too many clothes, Katsuki.” You grinned up at him cheekily, making him chuckle.

He rolled his eyes, shuffling back off the bed to pull his jeans down his legs. Your gaze trailed over muscled thighs covered in light blonde hair, the black boxer briefs that hugged his thin waist, and the noticeable bulge of his cock that had your mouth watering.

He was back on you in a second, pressing you back against the mattress, lips ghosting over your heated skin as he ground his hips against yours. You moaned quietly, committing every touch to memory.

“You don’t know how long I’ve thought about this.” He murmured against your neck. When he pulled back to look down at you, his cheeks were pink with embarrassment at the confession. “Too fucking long.”

“Me too.” You didn’t want to say more, afraid too many words would ruin the moment.

His hand slid down, fingers trailing over the elastic band of your panties, before slipping underneath them. The calloused pads of his digits dipped through your folds, brushing over your clit and making you whine, back arching again. 

“Fuck, you’re wet, princess.” His forehead rested on your shoulder, and you felt him shiver against you. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

You didn’t doubt him for a second, your breath hitching when he moved his fingers lower, pressing one into your entrance. The digit curled inside you, and you clenched around it, your body craving more. He thrust in and out a few times, adding a second finger, his teeth sinking into your clavicle when you keened at the feeling. 

You felt like you were on fire, Bakugou’s warm breath ghosting over your skin as his fingers worked you over, his thumb pressing against your clit. You let the fingers of your left hand trail along his back, feeling his muscles ripple underneath your touch. Your right hand let go of the death grip you had on his sheets, crossing over your body to trace your fingers along the elastic band of his briefs, dangerously close to sliding underneath. 

Lifting his face from your neck, he licked his lips and removed his hand from your panties. You whined at the loss, pussy clenching around nothing. You pouted up at him, watching as he positioned himself between your thighs again, tugging your panties down and off. Warm palms slid up the outside of your legs, gripping your ass and lifting your lower half off the bed.

He leaned forward, kissing up the soft skin of your inner thigh, teeth nibbling as he went. Your breathing was shallow, anticipation crawling through you, and you shut your eyes, waiting for what you knew was coming next. 

His tongue licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, and you moaned, body arching from the bed. He hummed as he repeated the motion, the lewd sounds of slurping filling the room, nearly drowning out your gasps and the sound of the movie still playing on his laptop beside you. He kept you lifted up with one hand, the other snaking between your legs, his fingers finding their home inside you as he sucked on your bundle of nerves.

“Katsuki, fuck.” Panting, your hand moving to rest on the back of his head, your hips rolling into his face as you climbed higher and higher towards your impending release. You felt him smile against you, two fingers leaving you, replaced by three. He expertly scissored them, stretching you out, your body sucking him in deeper as you gushed around his digits. 

“Gonna cum for me?” He peered up at you from between your legs. His voice was wrecked already, your eyes rolling back at the sound. You managed to nod meekly, tugging on his hair and trying to get him back to where you needed him most.

He complied, sucking on your clit hard, pushing you over the edge. You cried out, body shaking in his hold and stars exploding behind your eyelids, his tongue flicking over you again and again, helping you ride out your orgasm.

When you’d calmed, he pulled back, kissing your inner thighs again, waiting for you to catch your breath. He lowered you back down slowly, rubbing his hands up and down your legs. You opened your eyes, grinning up at him lazily.

“You good?” His arm came up to wipe the wetness from his mouth and chin, a smirk on his lips when you nodded.

You cleared your throat. “So good.” You sat up on your elbows, watching him stand again and shove his briefs down his legs. Your eyes widened slightly at his size, appreciating his body quietly. He was an adonis, and you wanted to trace over every inch of his body with your fingers and tongue. 

He didn’t give you a chance, crawling back towards you. You spread your legs wider to accommodate him. “Do I need to grab a condom?”

“I’m on the pill.” You appreciated him asking, most guys would have just gone for it, thinking that this type of conversation was a mood killer. “Don’t worry.”

“Oh, thank god.” Palms flat against the pillow beside your head, he bent forward and kissed you. You could still taste yourself on his lips, your hand cupping the back of his neck to pull him closer. You were practically vibrating, needing more of him, knowing you’d probably never get enough.

Leaning his weight on one hand, he sat back and used the other to guide himself to your entrance. Your hips rocked up toward him, impatient to feel him filling you up once more. He slid inside you slowly, letting your body get acclimated to his size. He was huge, but the stretch was delicious, burning pain giving way to pleasure as he pushed himself deeper.

Your nails dug into his shoulders when he settled over you again, your breathing ragged as you closed your eyes. He was petting your hair soothingly, moving slowly, his lips trailing along your jaw. When he bottomed out inside of you he paused, and you knew he was waiting for you.

Taking a deep breath, you wiggled your hips, clenching around him. He made a punched out noise when you did, his hand rubbing along your side freezing. He was being so patient with you, but you were ready. “Suki, move. Please.”

With one hand on your hip for leverage, he pulled back, thrusting forward in one fluid motion until he was filling you again, his pace slow and steady. Every time his hips met yours you mewled, overwhelmed with the feeling of his cock pulsing inside you. He was muttering curses against your lips, his hand in your hair, thumb pressed against the side of your neck. 

The scent of burnt sugar wafted over you, and you readjusted your legs higher around his waist, the new angle causing him to grunt. He felt so good, so warm, your body was alight and you were desperate for more.

Your moans and mumbled pleas of faster and harder were answered with a smirk, the boy between your thighs raising himself up to his knees and lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder. Large hands held your hips firmly in place as he slammed himself inside, tip kissing your cervix as you arched up in pleasure. He picked up speed, the sound of skin slapping skin filling your ears as you bit down on your bottom lip, focusing on the feeling of him filling you up just like you’d always wanted.

“Fuck Princess, you’re so tight.” He turned his head to kiss your calf, and you couldn’t help but purr at how attractive he looked in that moment, skin shining with perspiration as he fucked into you. “Taking my cock so well.”

“Katsuki, shit, you feel so good.” Your hands slid over your own body, fingers tweaking at your nipples. He was watching you intently, his tongue darting out to lick along his plush pink lips. He adjusted your leg, pushing it up and toward you so he could lean down and press his lips to yours. You breath mingled when he pulled back to brush his nose against yours. “Hey, let me ride you.”

He stopped moving, lips curling into a smirk. “Hah? You want to be on top, princess?”

Humming, you moved your leg back to the bed, leaning up on your elbows. He slid out of you, moving to lay beside you. You willed your body to move, your legs shaking as you threw one over him and hoisted yourself up to straddle his hips. Wasting no time, you gripped his cock, lifting onto your knees and lining him up, sliding down on his length. His hands gripped your hips, your palms resting on his abs as you rocked forward. You moaned in tandem, doing your best to rut against him, alternating with lifting yourself slightly and rocking, dragging your nails from his stomach and up his chest, leaving red lines across his tanned skin.

Katsuki threw his head back, eyes closed, his bottom lip between his teeth. He looked so pretty like this, his skin flushed and chest heaving, hair mussed from your hands running through it. You leaned forward, dragging your lips along his sharp jaw, breathing in the scent of caramel. Briefly, you wondered how angry he would be if you left a mark on his neck where everyone else could see it.

He chose that moment to tighten his hands around your hips, holding you steady as he bucked up into you, forcing you to sit up, your back arching in pleasure. The muscles in your legs burned from exertion, but you kept moving, bouncing on his cock and clenching around him. You knew you’d be sore the next day but felt too good to stop.

One of his hands moved from your hip, fingers trailing across your skin to dip between your thighs, one calloused finger pressing against your clit. Gasping, you moaned his name lowly, your head falling back as you felt your body preparing to throw you over the edge again. “Oh fuck, I’m close.” Voice trembling, you held your breath, letting your eyes close.

He sat up suddenly, his fingers moving faster, his chest pressed against yours. Your hands traveled up and over his shoulders, fingers carding through his soft hair as he pressed kisses to your collarbones. His breath was warm as he spoke, his rough voice as he whispered into your ear, coaxing you over the edge.

You clenched around him, eyes rolling back as you came, his hands gasping your hips as he slammed up into you, chasing his high. Your toes curled as you rode out your orgasm, nails digging into the pale flesh of his back as you tried to keep yourself tethered to him, feeling as though you might float away, his name shuddering from your parted lips.

Groaning lowly in your ear, he came right after, hips stuttering, his head falling to press against your shoulder. Your heart was slamming in your ribcage, breathing labored and skin sticky with sweat, but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. Bakugou’s hands were rubbing your back absently, his lips pressing kisses against your neck. 

Lying back with you still in his arms, you giggled quietly, moving yourself off to lie beside him, thighs aching and sticky with the mixture of your release. You watched him, studying the flush on his cheeks, the tiny freckles dotted across his nose that you’d never noticed before, never getting the chance to be close enough to see them. 

His tongue peeked out to wet his lips as he brought his hand up to push a piece of unruly hair away from your face. “You okay?”

You hummed, nodding. “Better than okay.” Your eyes fluttered shut as his thumb brushed over your cheek, fingers tucked in the hair behind your ear as he pulled you towards him to kiss your lips.

“Stay here tonight?” His voice was raspy when he asked, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. He looked so soft and vulnerable at that moment, almost like he was afraid you would say no.

Katsuki Bakugou was never timid or quiet or afraid of anything. You worried for a moment you might have broken him. Too tired to move or tease him, you smiled. “I told you I wasn’t going anywhere, Katsuki.”

---

Lunch was, once again, a rowdy affair. The girls sat around you, as usual, chattering and laughing. Everything was normal. Everything except for the fact that Ashido was staring you down, her elbow on the table, hand propping up her head.

You looked up from the math homework you were desperately trying to finish, meeting her eyes. “Is there something on my face, Ashido?”

“No, I’m just trying to figure it out.” She replied, looking at you incredulously. 

Puzzled, you frowned. “Figure what out?”

“How you did it.”

Before you could ask her what she meant by that, you felt a warm palm on your shoulder, and you turned to look into the ruby eyes of your boyfriend. He was holding out a bento box to you, his mouth in a tight line.

“Oh, thanks, Katsu. You didn’t have to.” You smiled up at him, taking the food from his outstretched hand.

“Don’t skip lunch, idiot. Eat it.” One of his eyebrows raised, as if daring you to challenge him.

You were hungry, so you didn’t, just nodding at him. He grunted and ruffled your hair before turning and walking towards his regular table, plopping down next to Kirishima and opening his own bento.

Moving your homework aside, you pulled the chopsticks off the top where he’d taped them to the lid and opened it, smiling down at the homemade meal. 

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about!” Ashido cried, and you looked up to see her wide-eyed, pointing at your food. “Since when does Bakugou do anything remotely like that for anyone?”

Hagakure squealed. “It’s so cute! Did he make it himself?”

Nodding, you shoveled some rice into your mouth. He was such a good cook, everything he made was always delicious, and it was definitely a perk of dating him. 

“Well, Ashido, when you’re dating someone, it’s not uncommon for them to bring you gifts.” Jirou chuckled, elbowing her friend. “They’ve been together for a few weeks now.”

“She called him Katsu…” Ashido continued. “Anyone else would have gotten a Howitzer to the face!”

Furrowing your brows, you blinked at her. “He’s my boyfriend, Ashido.”

Throwing her head back, she groaned. “I know I’m just saying, it’s so weird to see him acting so...domestic. I’m just wondering if you have like...a magic pussy or something.”

The entire table grew silent, the group of you staring at her in disbelief. 

“What did I just walk into?” A deep voice questioned behind you.

Turning in your seat, you saw Shinsou standing there, his hands in his pockets and his eyebrows raised. “Shinsou…”

“Can we talk for a second?” He looked nervous, and a little guilty. You cleared your throat, nodding as you stood up.

You could feel eyes on you from across the room, so you turned and looked over at Katsuki. He was standing up at his place at the table, brow furrowed and fists clenched at his sides. Kirishima was looking from him to you worriedly, his hand on your boyfriend’s forearm. Locking eyes with Katsuki, you smiled at him, shaking your head, mouthing at him that it was okay.

He didn’t look happy, but you watched as he sat back down, his glare trained on the purple-haired boy waiting to speak with you. You led Shinsou over to lean on the wall away from everyone, glancing up at him and waiting for him to speak.

“Look, Y/N, I just wanted to apologize to you again. I know my last attempt was kind of negated by what I said to Bakugou afterward and I feel like an asshole. You didn’t deserve that.” He slumped against the wall and sighed. “You and I were always friends before any of that other stuff, and I don’t want to lose that.”

You blinked up at him, biting your lip in thought. He was right, you had always been great friends, even before you started sleeping together. You knew he hadn’t meant what he said, but it still hurt you, and you didn’t know how to go back to the way it had been before. “I don’t know, Hitoshi.”

His brows furrowed when you used his real name. “Hey, listen. I’ll do whatever it takes. You just...take all the time you need. I’ll be here when you’re ready, okay?”

“I appreciate you apologizing, though. I accept it, I’m just not sure what to do from here. Our relationship has always been a little unconventional, and I’ve got Bakugou now…” Your gaze cut over to your boyfriend, his eyes still glued to Shinsou, a scowl on his face.

“I’m surprised he didn’t leap over the table and attack me when I came up to you.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “He’s kind of...feral.”

Snorting, you shook your head. “He trusts me. He’s not a bad guy, I tried to tell you.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you later then, Kitten. You know my number.” He smiled at you, bumping his shoulder against yours before walking away. 

Letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you walked back over to your table and sat down, picking up your chopsticks again.

“Man, who is that pod person sitting there pretending to be Bakugou?” Ashido continued her rant from earlier, Shinsou’s visit and Bakugou’s subdued reaction adding more ammunition to her argument. “Normally he would have shoved his foot in Todoroki’s cold soba trying to get his hands on Shinsou.”

Shrugging, you glanced up at her, and then over to Katsuki, who was eating his rice moodily, his forehead creased. “He knows I can take care of myself.” 

“I swear to god,” Ashido sighed. “Aliens.”

She decided to leave it at that, the rest of your table giggling at her. You knew she was right though, Katsuki normally would have made good on his promise to rip off Hitoshi’s face. You had spoken to him about it a few nights before, however, and he respected your wish to handle it yourself. Even if he did grumble about it afterward.

When you’d finished your lunch, you packed up the bento in your bag along with the math homework you were never going to finish and stood up. Saying goodbye to your friends, you walked over to the boy’s table, leaning on the end of it. “Gentlemen.”

Todoroki nodded at you over his soba, slurping up the noodles on his chopsticks.

“Y/N, baby, how are you?” Kaminari asked, wiggling his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes, smiling when you saw him jolt, hissing in pain, and slumping over. “Bakubro, that was my shin!”

“Serves you right,” Your explosive blonde grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. “Show some respect, dunce face.”

“Yeah, you can’t hit on her anymore, dude.” Sero pointed out before he turned back to you and smiled. “Hi, Y/N.”

Kirishima grinned at you. “Bakugou, that’s so manly. Defending your girl’s honor.”

“Tch.” Katsuki stood up, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and ignoring his friends. He turned his attention to you. “Did you finish your math?”

Smiling sheepishly, you grabbed his hand. “Nope. Come help me?”

He let out an exasperated sigh, his arm sliding around your waist as you walked together. “Maybe.” Smirking down at you, his fingers squeezed your hip. “What’s in it for me?” 

“My endless love and affection?” You pouted, batting your lashes up at him.

He shook his head. “I have that anyways, don’t I, Princess?”

You didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. 

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki smut #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou smut #bnha x reader #kingexpl0sionmurder writes

[survey--s]

124.

When’s the last time you spent time with your cousins? Uh, about three or four years ago, I think. My cousins all live in Australia so we pretty much never see each other, especially with what’s going on with COVID. I think Catherine was the last to visit and that was only because she was travelling and came to stay for the weekend.

What kind of lip balm do you use? Burt’s Bees.

Are you frustrated with anything? Period pain, lol. Luckily it’s nowhere near as bad as it was yesterday but it’s still not very pleasant.

Why did you fall for the last person romantically? Because...I don’t know, I just did, I guess.

What’s your younger sibling’s name? I don’t have any siblings.

Can you speak in a different language conversationally; if so, which language? Yes, French and some very basic German.

Do you ever fear of falling asleep? No, I love sleep. I worry more about not being able to sleep when I need to.

Do you have an idea of what kind of profession you’d like to have? I love what I do, which is dog-walking and pet-sitting. It’s genuinely the best job I’ve ever had, and even on my worst days, I never dread going to work.

What’s the last thing you had to eat? I haven’t eaten anything yet today, but I had apple pie with cream last night.

Which beach would you say is your favorite? I forget the name, but a beach in Sardinia - white sand, clear blue, warm waters and it wasn’t rough so you could swim. It was lovely. Around here, the beach five minutes away is my favourite.

When’s your birthday? December 10th.

What kind of cookie is your favorite? Warm, gooey chocolate chip cookies.

What is it that you really want right now? Nothing much, I’m just waiting for my lunch to cook. I’ve had the laziest morning and I’ve not really done anything, haha.

Do you write? Not really anymore, no.

Is there a map hanging in your room? No. I’ve seen some awesome LOTR-style maps of the world, though, and I think owning something like that would be pretty cool.

Have you ever gone to see a movie past 9:00 PM? Sure.

Do you ever pick up your house phone? We don’t have one. Archie chewed the cables up as a puppy and we never bothered to replace it. Mike’s mum was the only person to ever ring us on it and she now just uses our mobiles.

Would you rather hold hands or link arms with your significant other? Neither.

Have you ever had a churro? I LOVE churros.

Are you smiling? Nope.

What is irritating you now? I have a weird sweat rash under my arm and it’s itchy, lol.

When did you last eat pizza? A few days ago.

Are you tired? No, but I slept really well last night and didn’t get out bed properly until nearly 11am this morning, hahah.

What is your favorite thing in your room? My bed.

Pepsi or Coke? Pepsi, though I always used to prefer coke.

Did you ever throw up while kissing someone? No.

Do you like Batman? I have no strong feelings either way.

Who is in the room with you? Purrlock is asleep on the table - everyone else is upstairs.

What were you doing before this? A previous survey and putting my lunch in the oven.

What is the closest item near you that is blue? Uh, the internet router has blue lights on.

Whose house did you go to last night? I was at home last night.

What do you wear more, jeans or sweatpants? Neither - I pretty much live in leggings.

What is the last movie you watched? Pocahontas.

#survey #surveys #questions

[deanwanddamons]

My 2K Celebration Masterlist

This is the Masterlist for all the wonderful entries I have received for my 2K followers celebration. Thank you to everyone who submitted. I still have some more to come in, so I will be adding them as I receive them. Dean also loved reading them, and he hopes you enjoyed his comments! He was hard to control, but I think I reigned him in! 

Entries under the cut. 

Don’t Tell The Elf - @little-diable - Summary:��Dean always gets rather distracted as he’d watch lotr with the reader, turning it into a metaphor of their own. Warnings: smut, 18+, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving)

Miracle on 34th Street - @jawritter - Summary: Time doesn’t heal all wounds, sometimes it just drives them into our bones and festers there, until forgiveness is a four letter word, and it’s to late for second chances. Warnings: Language, fluff, mentions of past heartbreak, multiple viewpoints, I think that’s about everything for this one. It’s pretty much flooff lol

Way Down We Go - @smol-and-grumpy - Summary: Watching an online concert with Jensen. Naked. I don’t know how to summarize. Warnings: NSFW, oral, fluff

No Place Like Home - @missjenniferb

Always Remember Us This Way - @deangirl93 - Summary: Maintaining the facade of a normal life while hunting was harder than Dean had imagined. Warnings: Swearing, Some fluff, Smut: Brief dry humping, Dirty talk, Unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it, people), ANGST, Tears, Sadness, Dean’s self deprication rears it ugly head.

Perfect - @thinkinghardhardlythinking - Summary: After a hunt Dean and Y/N are forced to have a conversation about their relationship. Warnings: Angst. Flangst. There are allusions to abuse and bad relationships/domestic violence in the Reader’s past. I’d say it’s not really explored but consider this a potential TW anyway. Show level violence. Anger.

Composure - @katelynw93 - Summary: Dean and (Y/N) take their shot at a normal life and settle down. Over the years, they have a few kids. Things are good. Until they’re not. What will Dean do when his past comes back to put an end to his happily ever after? Warnings: ANGST! Descriptions of blood. Mentions of breaking and entering. Kidnaping. Show level violence/outbursts of anger. 

Work Perks - @wonder-cole - Summary: None. Rating: M for Mature

Constellations - @there-must-be-a-lock - Summary: None. Warnings: Smut. Incredibly fluffy smut. 

Lie To Me - @jensenswinchester - Summary: The classic truth spell trope with a wicked twist. Warnings: Dean’s an asshole. Angst makes the world go ‘round. Insecurities briefly mentioned. Did I mention Dean’s an asshole? Fluff if you squint.

I’m Done Being Scared - @waywardbaby - Summary: You tried many times talking to him about how you felt and failed. Will your final attempt pay off? Warnings : Angst, second guessing choices to be made, a surge of self confidence towards the end along with a fluff-ish conclusion and an adorable Dean bean.

Remember My Name - @anaelsbrunette - Summary: Y/N can never move past that night, constantly feeling nothing but the need to avenge the poor soul lost, but with a new person running lose in Gotham, she may just get the chance to take a new plan into effect. Warnings: BATMAN/SPN CROSSOVER! Dean is Jason Todd!, murder, angst, death, grief, arguments, light fluff, cussing, violence, plotting murder, implied smut, making out

Eight Years - @440mxs-wife - Summary: Reader goes to Kansas City for a ‘Girls Weekend’ with her friends, while the guys decide to have a weekend of their own in the bunker. But, the guys get bored and decide to join the girls, which has everyone paired up except for Dean and the Reader. Will true feelings finally come out, or will it be Friend-Zone City? Warnings: Mutual Pining, a smidgen of angst, mostly fluffy though.

Home In A Motel Pool - @herstarburststories - Summary: Dean and you have some fun in the motel's pool. Warnings: sex in the pool, p in v, dirty talk

Racing Hearts - @waywardnerd67 - Summary: In between saving people and hunting things, Dean Winchester races his Baby down the streets of whatever town he may be in. After catching a case in Oklahoma, the Winchesters run into a familiar face who shares the same needs as Dean for speed. Warnings: Fluff/Street Racing

A Losing Game - @tvdspngirl314 - Summary: When the girl he always loved confesses her feelings for Dean, unfortunately he can't show his true emotions for her. Warnings : angst (a lots of it), unrequited feelings (maybe), broken reader, broken dean

Irresistibly Yours - Chapter 1 - @msmarvelouswinchester - Summary : Y/N Y/L/N moves to NYC in hopes for a fresh start after a nasty breakup. There she meets her neighbor, the cynical lawyer, Dean Winchester. A love-hate relationship starts evolving between them ever since they met in the elevator one morning but a desperate situation and a string of lies forces the two friendly rivals to go on a date or rather a fake date. Will sparks fly between them when Dean gets to know Y/N real and up close? Will Y/N finally find her Prince Charming in the grumpy, workaholic, divorce lawyer? Warnings: None for this chapter.

Choices - @themrsdeanwinchester - Summary: None. Warnings: spoiler-is for season 15, violence, hurt, demon, major character death, language

Ride - @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad - Summary: Dean and you go on a sleigh ride date. Warnings: Almost Christmas, Dean being a softie romantic kind of boyfriend, unestablished relationship, fluff, flirting, romantic sleigh ride.

Drug of Choice - @calaofnoldor​ - Summary: A night of drunken rambling leads to an unexpected change in your relationship status the next day. Warnings: angst, language, alcohol, feelings of inadequacy, very slight allusions of alcoholism/talk of drug addiction,   reader likes the sound of their voice a bit too much when drunk,   fluff, implied smut

Leather and Heels - @downanddirtydean​ - Summary: It’s Dean’s birthday, and you decide to gift him one of his bedroom fantasies. Warnings: fluff and smut, light bondage, use of handcuffs, blind fold, riding crop, and ball gag, oral sex (male receiving), rough-ish sex 

The Librarian - @winchest09​ - Summary: Y/N had been The Bunker’s own librarian ever since the Winchesters had found her one fateful night. Weighed down by her books and knowledge, fed up with the same routine day in and day out, she strived for something new. But there was one man standing in her way. The same man who had stolen her heart. Dean Winchester. Warnings: Swearing, angst, drinking, smidge of blood, arguments, confessions, fluff, kissing.

Up On The Rooftop - @justagirlinafandomworld​ - Summary: It’s one week to Christmas and something is amiss! Santa’s sitting on the rooftop, lost in his thoughts. Maybe a secret you’ve been carrying will cheer him up! Warnings: Whimsical. Rhyming. Fluff. I’m working through some serious writer’s block, so that’s also a warning.

A Game - @chocolateheart​ - Summary: Apparently, you like to play with food not only in the kitchen. Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex (please, wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (female and male receiving), FOOD PLAY, Dean's lips, Dean's jaw, Dean's tongue, Dean's teeth, Dean's fingers, DEAN in general, biting, teasing. I don't know, eating? Friends to lovers.

#deanwanddamons2kcelebration #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction

[the--world--behind--my--wall]

Interview Tag

Was tagged by the wonderful @befriendswithj and since I love answering such things and haven't done in a while, here we go I guess ✨

Rules: answer the questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better!

Name/nickname: Luisa (different friends of mine have different nicknames for me so I'm always fine with people coming up with their own)

Pronouns: she/her

Star sign: Leo

Height: 1,68 m or 5'5

Time currently: 1:16 pm

When is your birthday: August 16th

Favorite Band/Group: fell into the KPop hole thanks to them so I guess I'd have to say BTS but Stray Kids took over my life as well and I have enough space in my heart for both

KPOP - BTS, Stray Kids, TXT, Victon, Hwasa and Blackpink are the ones I like most but I listen to so many others as well

NON-KPOP – my Forever-Love Tokio Hotel, Saltatio Mortis

SOLO ARTISTS - Billie Eilish, The Weeknd, Post Malone

Song Stuck in Your Head: 34+35 by Ariana Grande ever since it came to my knowledge that Namjoon from BTS likes to work out to that song and I'm having THOUGHTS 👀

Last Movie You Watched: I actually can't remember because I rarely watch movies atm

Last Show You Binged: Have been watching a lot of shows recently but the one I am obessed with and am rewatching and binging as I type this is The Untamed

When You Created Your Blog:  Almost exactly 8 years ago - I got the notification a couple of days ago, so I actually know that my tumblrs birthday is on January 21st so Happy Birthday to me I guess

Last Thing You Googled: cm to feet converter cause I can never remember that shit

Other Blogs: I accumulated several over the past year actually. @ksj-myg-jhs-knj-pjm-kth-jjk-bts which I use to keep track of the fanfics I'm reading on here, @moonchild-mono which contains all the Kpop stuff cause I really don't want to spam that on my main account too much, @itshardcandy with my lovely @befriendswithj where we post BTS fanfics tho she is much more active and I really need to get into writing more frequently ahem sorry about that again 😬

Why I chose my url: It's the title of a song by Tokio Hotel and I liked the meaning of it when I changed my url to that a couple years ago and I have actually thought about changing my url again because the name doesn't reasonate with me that much anymore but tbh I can't be bothered to come up with a new one and it doesn't bother me too much so we'll see what happens

Do you get asks: Not really but very rarely one finds its way into my inbox. Always happy to get some messages so feel free to slide into my DMs ✌🏻

How Many People Are You Following: 339

How Many Followers Do You Have: 247 on the main blog

Average Hours of Sleep: On weekdays I try to get 7-8 hours which is the minimum I need to function properly at work, on the weekends I tend to sleep for 10+ hours which is ideal for me believe it or not

Lucky Numbers: 4, I'm just drawn to that number and idek why, it's just neat ✨

Instruments: Used to take piano lessons for a couple of years when I was younger but since I haven't played in a long time who knows if I remember anything anymore

What I'm Currently Wearing: Grey sweatpants, black hoodie and pink fluffy socks

Dream job: Was detective for ages but at some point I realized that job isn't as glamorous as I thought it would be so I don't have a dream job anymore. But I really like my current job which is more or less a typical office job at my local public transportatiion company and as long as I don't have to make too many phone calls I'm pretty happy with it

Dream trip: Iceland 🤍

Favorite food: I'd die for my grandmas potato salad, had some just yesterday and ascended to heaven again

Favorite song: I always fear this question cause how are you supposed to pick just one? What I listened to religiously the past year was Blinding Lights by The Weeknd - something about that melody just gives me the chills and it feels like freedom somehow. Also Circles by Post Malone - have to keep myself from crying everytime, it just hits very hard

Top Three Fictional Universes You'd Like To Live In:

Well idk about top three but the one and only would be the Harry Potter Universe because I'd do anything for getting the chance to go to Hogwarts. Wouldn't mind exploring the LotR Universe but personally I like a bit of a hygiene standard so I don't think I'd do well with living there for long. Third one would be my own fictional universe since I basically live inside my personal AU thoughts 24/7 and enjoy it a lot, thank you very much 😌

If you want to play, I'd like to get to know you 💜

Tagging: Since there are some Kpop questions I'm not tagging anyone who I'm not sure is even into that so I'm tagging @blueversailledreams and @aautumn--leaves for now cause I'm geniunely interested in your answers even tho we haven't talked on here but I like your blogs so yeah. Whoever wants to do this tag too, feel free to do as you please. I'm a very nosy person so I'm definitely going to check out your posts 👀

#personal #about me #tag #interview tag #kpop tag

[mleighsquickspot]

Hello my friends, is a new day and a new time to say hey lol. I hope your weekend has left you well. I hope you and yours are enjoying this spooktacular month so far and are staying safe and well 🎃👻💀. Just letting you know that last week was the last of the Thought Provoking Questions until next summer. I reached question #100 and will pick up from there when I start them again. With that let's jump into my thoughts on last week's questions...

Tuesday, let see I asked about the up coming Dune series that is based on JRR Tolkien's background to Middle Earth. I'm looking forward to see it and to see where they go with the story of before LOTR and the Hobbit. I'm still a fan of said works and I have looked into the back stories of this world much like the early times in the Star Wars universe if before the characters we know and love today (give or take a few... Coughing sounds Jar Jar not so much lol). I do hope I as well as others enjoy this work.

Thursday, TPQs: these will be the last of these questions until next Summer. Look to previous posts for questions and answers of 1 - 100 💀.

96. Right to do wrong or wrong to do right I would say greatly depends on the person as well as the situation. Morals tell us that it's good to do right and bad to do wrong which is true; yet there are situations where such rules like many can be bent.

97. In my own words I'd describe freedom as the ability to do or be what or whom ever you want to be as long as your actions are not harmful to either yourself or others in any way.

98. In my personal life I think the most important thing I could do is continually work on my fears and keep growing stronger as a person who in the past has been a people pleaser as well as the quiet shy girl. It's taken a lot and a long time for me to find my voice so id like to keep using it now.

99. The person God, the question; when are you coming back already?

100. If happiness was currency the work the would make me rich is what I'm doing now, writing and sharing my thoughts with other's.

Sunday, the Kardashian's are ending man I thought they never would. Recent events between the two youngest sisters shows that I guess they're going out with a bang. I never really cared or even watched these people and never really understood why they were even famous other than for being around other famous people. I do wonder if current events with Kanye is why the show's ending. Also if Kim will stay with him after all is said and done. I’m sure they'll find ways to stay in the public eye, but as for the show cool it's ending. Even if it wasn't my life will go no.

Let me know what you think and pass the thought along my spooky InterWorld family 👻🎃💀.

Stay well and safe Inter World 💗.

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Much Love to you all and let’s keep growing together my friends.

#weekly answer's #mlanswers #answers given #questions #thoughts #conversations #m'leigh #patreon #youtube #twitter #instagram #facebook #interworld #much love

[spiritofcamelot]

Rewatching LOTR

My friend was incredibly kind and sent me a box set of LOTR extended edition DVDs and so I’m taking this weekend to rewatch. I haven’t seen these in so long, but I have a feeling 2020 is going to be the year I return to my first fandom. 

So, because I can, a random thread of things I notice upon this rewatch follows:

Fellowship

I realised that Iseildur gets killed by being shot in the back 3 times while Boromir dies by getting shot in the front 3 times. Both two men that have desired the ring, but one was betrayed by it, and one overcame its seduction. (eventually and a bit too late but still)

The fireplace in Bag End is circular and its adorable!

I love the montage that introduces the Hobbits so much. Everything is so peaceful and quaint and simple. And everyone has the curliest hair imaginable.

I freaking love the wizard duel. Nothing flashy, no fire. Just shoving like schoolboys on the playground. 

No character introduction can compare to Aragorn’s intro. Just the best. 

Okay now I’ve been playing too much D&D cause when the ring is on it seems like casting Blink and being able to partly see the ethereal plane while seeing the normal plane in grey. 

Aragorn totally turned away to hide a smile at their insistence on second breakfast. He’s watched the Shire too long not to know. 

How much money does Saruman spend on jewelry and piercings for the uruk-hai? One dude’s got like twenty nose rings.

Okay the answer is probably��‘because Gandalf told him to look out for Frodo’ but why does Aragorn already have four short swords to give to the hobbits t Wweathertop? Or it’s cause he’s an overprepared Dunedain who knows that swords can get broke.

Elrond’s bookshelves look gorgeous. I want them. 

I freaking love Aragorn’s tunic that looks like chainmail. So very elflike. 

Peter Jackson really likes those extra close-ups that just show people’s eyes. Which, fair. Everyone acts so well AND has pretty eyes. 

lol Gandalf just spouts the black tongue and and all the elves are in pain and exasperated by him. its great.

Elrond, its hardly a secret council if you hold it in the open. 

ah frick. Extended edition means two disks. Guess I’ll start a new post too. 

#Lin watches LOTR #LOTR

[hoeassproductions]

Break A Leg: Chapter 6

Masterlist

A/N: Disclaimer, this is a work of fiction. I do not own, possess, or have any links to Chris Evans, nor do I profit off of this work. Any claims otherwise are grossly misleading. This work is not to be posted anywhere else without my explicit permission.

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Word Count: ~1,600

Self Preservation

Monday comes and goes. Chris and I only see each other in passing.  Which is probably for the better. Since Saturday when Hannah called me out for liking Chris, I feel like an already complicated situation got even worse.

Seems like our M O. Are you even surprised?

A few days pass and more of the same. Chris is busy with meetings with the other directors and I'm busy with the welcome distraction of making concept art for new costumes. It works in both of our favors.

Avoiding him won't make my feelings go away but a girl can damn sure try.

Eric and I are getting along phenomenally as usual. I ask to see his portfolio of work and he shows me props and costumes he’s helped with dating from before he started at this company 5 years ago. I can tell he’s very talented and i can stand to learn a thing or two from him. He will be a great asset to me for sure, and an even better work friend. We look over the designs I have so far and we agree that he can make a few adjustments before we send them to the head seamstress for approval.

Just after lunch on Thursday, I am able to find a few minutes of quiet by myself as I sit on the edge of the loading dock. The first time I’ve really taken a moment to myself since this week started. Listening to my music with one ear bud in and enjoying the sunshine caressing my skin, I get lost in the sway of the rhythm. I begin to do a little jig in my seat. 

Enjoying this moment of freedom doesn't last more than a few seconds when I begin to hear a loud, deep laugh from behind me. I turn around and catch a glimpse of Chris engaged in a full body hysterics as he tries to get words out.

“You just… you're really… “ he says between laughs, tears now brimming his eyes.

I begin to chuckle at the scene before me. “You alright over there?” I ask. After a few moments of continued laughter, I stand up and address the man who is beside himself in front of me. “Get it together, Evans.”

Chris stands up straight as he wipes the tears from his eyes. “Okay, I'm good. Sorry but man that dancing was something else. I was not expecting that. It was exactly what i needed.”

“Ha ha ha, I'll have you know that I'm an excellent dancer,” I say as I narrow my eyes at him.

Chris walks closer with his voice low, never breaking eye contact. He says “I'd like to see that.” With a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, he inches even closer now standing only a few inches in front of me. As I look into his eyes, I realize that the underlying huskiness in his voice indicates he’s thinking of something a little deeper than a few dance moves.

Words fail me and I can't think of anything else than standing here with him in this small moment of uncertainty .

As we continue looking into each other's eyes, a loud bang breaks us from our trance. Coming back to reality I realize the noise is from a truck being unloaded on the dock opposite from us. In an attempt to stifle my inner weirdness from finally coming face-to-face with him after realizing my feelings, I look at my watch and begin to turn to leave when he grabs me by the arm before I can make a clean getaway.

“Y/N, wait.” I slowly turn and raise my eyes to meet his. “It’s been such a busy week, I haven’t gotten a chance to really see you. Is everything OK? You seem… different. I can't put my finger on it.”

“I'm fine. Just adjusting to everything. It's all so new and I'm still settling in.”

He stays quiet, then whispers “Why don't I believe you?”

I stop dead in my tracks.

Damn it to shit.

I’m now slightly irritated, not ready for him to know anything, and i’m not prepared to accept it myself. Giving him any indication will only add more confusion. He can’t know. Not yet. I need this conversation to end. Now.

In an effort to brush off his comment, I overcompensate. “I don't know Chris. We've only just met. Maybe you don't know me as well as you like to think you do.” With his jaw now on the floor and myself in a pissy mood of my own making, I walk off.

For the rest of the week, we mostly avoid each other. Only acknowledging when necessary, which isn't too hard.

I have a quiet weekend at home without much going on. Zero distractions lead my mind to drift to Chris and how I treated him last we interacted. I felt instant regret the moment the words came out and I could see the hurt in his eyes before I turned away.

I know I fucked up. I got scared and took it out on him.

Laying in bed Sunday, I begin to think up an apology for hurting him when he’s really innocent in all of this. It's not his fault I've developed feelings and are managing them like a little bitch.

He doesn't need to know that though.

As I turn out the lights and settle into bed, my phone lights up on the nightstand. It's a text from Chris.

C: I know we haven't said much to each other as of late but I took my mom to that restaurant we went to. She loved the food so much she said it gave her family recipes a run for their money. Thank you.

I read and re-read this before I hit the dial button. He answers after the first ring.

“Hey-”

Before Chris can get much else out, I start my apology.

“I'm so sorry for how I treated you. I was a bitch and you didn't deserve that. I was frazzled and what you said caught me off guard. I just… it's hard for me to let people in and you’re you. It's not like you're some random nobody...you're a freaking movie star that actually cares about me and is my friend. In a general sense, and many others, you kind of scare me.”

“Y/N, why didn't you tell me? If I would have known, I could have helped. I'm not entirely thrilled about my celebrity status myself. I know it makes all of this, even just being...friends, more complicated. You know how many roles I've turned down or people I've avoided to try to have some semblance of a normal life? Trust me, it's a blessing and a curse but if there's one thing I've learned it’s that sometimes you have to lean into the fear. Trust someone is there to catch you.”

“That's what I'm afraid of,” I say just above a whisper.

“I didn't catch that. What did you say?”

“I said that makes sense. I'm sorry I'm not so easy to be friends with. Totally understand if you say ‘This bitch is crazy’ and want to call this friendship off.”

“Y/N, I promise you, you're worth it.”

After wiping a tear from my eye and composing myself, I ask Chris about his experience at the restaurant with his mom. We discuss how his meetings have been going and we talk for about an hour before saying our goodbyes. Laying my phone back on the nightstand I feel a weight has been lifted off my chest. I actually feel excited to see him tomorrow.

Don't kid yourself, you're a goner for sure.

Walking into work the next day, I feel lighter. Once I get into the shop, I find a covered plate on my desk with a note.

“Just a little something to start your day off right. I'm happy we cleared the air. Find me later.” - C.

I uncover the plate to find a big slice of banana cream pie topped with whipped cream.

How did he know? 

I eat half of the slice before I go to find Chris. After a 20 minute search I find him backstage talking to the stage manager. As they end their conversation, Chris’ eyes land on me. He stuffs his hands in his pockets as he walks towards me.

“Hey.”

“Hi” I reply with a smile on my face.

“I'm guessing you found your surprise” he says with a cheeky grin.

“Yes I did. I already ate half of it. How did you…?”

“Y/N, did you just get here?” Adam asks coming out of nowhere.

“Yes, why?”

“Where are your bags? We need to get them on the bus.”

“Adam, what are you talking about?”

“The two week all company/all staff annual retreat. It happens every year at the beginning of the season. We leave within the hour. No one told you?” He says.

“Clearly not. What do I do? I have nothing here.”

“You can ride with me” Chris pipes up. “I arranged to drive down later tonight because I have a few business things to attend to before I leave. If you go now, I can pick you up at your place around one.”

“Are you sure? It’s very last minute.”

“Yes, I’m sure. Now get your butt in gear!”

“Thank you, you're the best!” I say as I hug him.

“Great!” Adam says as he claps his hands together. “I'll let them know we are ready to go then. See you guys down there.”

Adam turns and walks from whence he came leaving Chris and I alone, and I realize that I willingly committed to that before thinking about the implications.

Fuck. Me. Why can't I catch a break?!

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A/N: These two just can’t get it together! It’s always something! I know it’s been a bit since i posted. The holidays and whatnot, but i was feeling a little uninspired with all of the distractions. Anyways, let me know what you think! Thanks!

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#Chris Evans #Chris Evans fic #RPF #Break A Leg #Chapter 6 #My Writing

[lvb-writer]

I was tagged by @abbywritesfiction. :) I’m doing this both to procrastinate doing my homework and assuage my guilt over my lack of participation in numerous tagging games over the last several months.

Name: Lauren

Nicknames: My classmates on my debate team call me LVB because those are my initials (hence the username @lvbwrites). Other than that I don’t really have a nickname because Lauren unfortunately just isn’t a name that works well for forming nicknames...

Gender: Female

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Height: 176.5 cm

Languages: English and (kind of) Spanish. I have also dabbled in studying French, Welsh, Dutch, and Irish on Duolingo (but mostly Irish -- Dia duit writeblrs!!). I also love Quenya because I’m a HUGE Tolkien nerd and LOTR fangirl (if you ever want to rant at me in my messages about anything related to middle earth, I am totally down for that FYI).

Favorite Fruits: Blueberries, apples, oranges, bananas, blackberries, strawberries...just about anything except for pineapples (sorry Shawn Spencer) and kiwis (not the bird, though, I like the bird).

Favorite Scent: One word: Petrichor

Favorite Season: Definitely autumn. I love the crispness that comes into the air, the changing colors of the trees, and the wild moody beauty and tempestuous nature of the clouds in the sky.

Favorite Color: Gray. Not a hard dark gray but a soft light gray. Most of my clothing is gray.

Favorite Animal: Wolf. I used to be obsessed with wolves and read just about any book about them I could get my hands on (Julie of the Wolves, Never Cry Wolf, Call of the Wild, White Fang, etc.). I was a wolf for Halloween two or three times (not a werewolf, just a wolf).

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Coffee, but I’m usually too lazy to make it for myself and too broke to buy it from Starbucks so I don’t have it very much. I like green tea though, and I’m a member of the tea club at my school (okay, mostly because my tea-obsessed friends formed it and I do it to hang out with them, but yeah). I don’t like hot chocolate because most of the time I make it I end up with a burnt mouth.

Average Hours of Sleep: I don’t even know anymore. My sleep schedule is so erratic. I get anywhere between five or four hours of sleep on weekdays to eleven hours of sleep on the weekends. I’ve pulled several all-nighters though writing essays and finishing up English homework. :/

Favorite Fictional Characters: Agh this is a bad question; I have so many! Jane Eyre, Josephine March, Jane & Skye Penderwick, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Hari Seldon, Julian Delphiki, Paul Atreides, Dustin Henderson, Burton Guster, Doctor Who, Donna Noble, Faramir, Aragorn, Eowyn...the list could go on forever, honestly.

Number of Blankets I Sleep With: Only one, but during the winter I have an electric blanket that I use.

Blog Created: September 2017

What I Post: Poems and information about my fiction writing. I have many ideas about where I want to go with this blog and what else I’d like to post, though. Hopefully I can implement those ideas soon.

Favorite Songs: Right now anything from the Black Panther album. Specifically The Ways, All the Stars, and Pray for Me. I also love Alan Walker’s Alone, Faded, The Spectre, and Tired.

Favorite Artists: OneRepublic, Coldplay, The Weeknd, Imagine Dragons, Ellie Goulding, Twenty One Pilots

Favorite Books: The Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien (Ikr, big surprise), Watership Down by Richard Adams, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Last Movie I Watched: Paterson because it had Adam Driver in it.

Last Thing I Googled: Paterson to check the spelling because I thought it might have been “Patterson.”

Do I Get Asks: Yes but…not really. I’d love to get more, but I guess I have to make myself more interesting first.

Followers: 237

Lucky Number: 2 or 14, because when I was younger I would always get 2nd place at track meets for running events and 14th place at cross country meets.

Instruments: I used to play the piano, but not anymore. I sang in a lot of choirs for a very long time, but not anymore. I’m not really a music person tbh, but my dad did buy a guitar recently and every once and a while I pick it up and practice chords on it.

Dream Job: Ooooh, this is another hard one. I have so many ideas of what the ideal job for me would be. It would be cool to be a board game designer (I love board games) or a board game store owner. It would be MEGA cool to be a member of the Lucasfilm Story Group and have discussions about and plan future Star Wars movies, or a screenwriter for a popular TV show. It would also be awesome to be a journalist for the Wall Street Journal (my favorite newspaper). Or a computer programmer. Or a plumber. (You’re probably thinking I’m crazy at this point, but I think that would actually be an interesting and fun job. And it pays well.) But mostly I want to be a science fiction or speculative fiction author.

Dream Trip: Ireland. I’m infatuated with that place even though I’ve never been there. I think it’s because of that house hunter show I used to watch.

Hair Color: Dirty blonde. It sucks. I hate my hair.

I’ll tag @mj--writes, @westywrites, @elysianink, @danielle-writes, @snek-friend, @forpoetry, @sanctuaryforascrivener, @thewriterandthestoryteller, and @dont-feed-the-rover

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[panagiasikelia]

Escape Plan

Pairing : Rafael Barba x Reader (Law and Order SVU).

Prompt : 8. “For once, I’m not completely terrified of letting you take the lead on this. Either I’m getting used to your shenanigans or I’ve completely given up trying to stop you.”

Author’s Note : It’s a little thing for Meg (@thranduilsperkybutt​), to celebrate her 8.000 followers, she is so talented, and totally deserves it ! 

Warnings: Weird use of words, I guess ? Fluff.

The one who dares to get you back at work a weekend deserves amply to have his testicles cook in the frying pan with some raspberry jam. Here we are, it is said! The only day when you could stay in bed, without getting dressed nor getting up, to cuddle with your cat and to watch all the late Netflix series you missed, one gets you back by strength for one space of redneck which decides to make the dick spin in a park in front of two girls. Brilliant, here is something to feed our love of the Humanity.

Dressed quickly, you dragged your body with force up to the office, your pajamas still hidden under your clothes, ready to turn back or to punish the shameless person which disturbs the rest of honest people. After having furiously abandoned your car in the parking lot - what shame to have to take her out, the poor darling, don’t you feel sorry ? - before swallowing you in the elevator, asking all of the gods of this existence and the next one to have enough time to make a hot chocolate at the office there. As the doors of the elevator were about to close, a hand rushes between them and a figure joins you inside. And what a figure!

An Adonis dressed in gold, with mint eyes full of sarcasm, a solid and purple covered torso, similar to the Roman emperors, and long legs hidden under a white toga, ready to fly away towards other heavens. All right, he wore an improbable outfit with a canary yellow oilskin, a pink raspberry polo and an ecru pants, and looked as impressed and annoyed as you.

On the other side of the small space, Rafael Barba, magnificent ADA of the prosecutor, the carrier of straps and improbable ties, looked up and measured you in a equal way, casually lengthened against a wall. A small sarcastic smile stretched his lips while he indicated your clothes.

"What a beautiful T-shirt" He says, pointing at your Slytherin T-shirt around your shape.

"Charming oilskin" You also chuckle. “Lost your boots along the way? I do not dare to imagine the risk you take to wet your straps.”

"For your information, I was with friends on a yacht."

"And they did not throw you overboard?"

"As much as they did not let you come inside in spite of this T-shirt?"

"Nice shot", you answer him with a small wink, the humour suddenly refreshed by this small verbal sparring match.

The elevator opens in front of you two and you rush outside, up to your team, gathered in front of the window without complexion, behind which is the victim. Fin quickly greets you, and at this very moment, you knew you had to say goodbye to your hope of a hot chocolate, leaving you without reinforcement in the face of the monotonousness - or the stupidity, it is your choice - of this pervert. Dixit the team, he denies everything, alleging that it was a misunderstanding, of course. This charming young man from a good family undoubtedly managed to ruin your weekend. In every new excuse which comes from all sides - excuses at the usual level of "sorry, madam, my homework ate my dog", "it is not me, it is the wind", "look, through the window, a biiiiiiird !" - You pull a face, scrawling behind an index card of your file to relax. Barba keeps looking at you out of the corner of his eye, watching you ruminating plans, either to run away through the window, or to suicide this stupid guy. Your last drawing represents the inside of the office, and the outside, with a small chap seeming to jump through the window with the help of a pair of suspenders to land in a bunch of hay, before running away in a Mario's kart in a sleeping setting, free of everything. Others seemed to include a Death Star, the eagles of LOTR, a Tardis and something quite different who would allow you to return at your home with a grandiloquent flash of lightning and flame. This and a method of torture with One Direction to make him admit the truth.

When Amanda and Sonny return with the testimonies of witnesses, Olivia makes a sign to tell you and Fin to go to cook the suspect. While you abandon your options behind, you seize the derisive look of Barba on this last "solution", and you congeal in your movement, waiting for you in a reprimand.

“For once, I'm not completely terrified of letting you take the lead on this. Either I'm getting used to your shenanigans or I've completely given up trying to stop you.” He said, completely amused by your attitude. He gives you a wink, totally amused by the situation.

When you return later, after the interrogation, you find your paper of solutions with a phone number on the corner, as well as the drawing of a kind of immense office and one note with a very characteristic writing : " Save me ".

#thranduilsperkybutt #tpb8000followerschallenge #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba #svu #law and order svu #Rafael barba imagine #fluff #elenawrit #writing

[gaymelie]

I GOT TAGGED BY: @itsalovely-place

? LAST

Drink: Tea

Phone call: A friend who wanted me to go party with her.

Song you listened to:  Nur ein Wort - Wir sind Helden

Time you cried: Two days ago because I saw fandom grandmas goodbye letter.

? HAVE YOU EVER

Dated someone twice: No

Kissed someone and regretted it: Idk, there have been instances where I was like wtf was that at myself but I wouldn’t call that regret exactly.

Been depressed: Yes

Been drunk and thrown up: Yes

? IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU

Made a new friend: Yes, quite a few.

Fallen out of love: I’m not sure if I was ever in love with that person so I don’t know.

Met someone who changed you: I mean doesn’t everyone you meet change you in some way?

Found out who your true friends are: All of them ? The ones I wouldn’t trust fully are more like acquaintances anyway.

Found out someone was talking about you: I found out that in several cases people heard about me before meeting me, in neither a good or bad way. Appearantly I’m known for being a lesbian which confuses me because I make ALL the Bi jokes. (I'm also known for some weird shit i did appearantly, no surprise there)

? GENERAL

How many people on tumblr do you know in real life?: 6? I might have forgotten someone? Also I became WhatsApp friends with one but he’s in america, otherwise we’d totally hang out.

Do you have any pets?: Nope, never had.

Do you want to change your name?: No, its awesome.

What time did you wake up this morning: 12.56 (*coughmorningcough*)

What were you doing last night: listening to music and attempting to tidy my room.

Something you cannot wait for: This weekend watching all the Lotr movies with friends.

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom?: Yes, our neighbours son is called Tom.

What’s getting on your nerves right now: My depression tbh.

Blood type: 0-

Nickname: no

Relationship status: single

Zodiac sign: Taurus

Pronouns: she/her

Favourite show: I have a lot … I guess my eternal fave is Torchwood tho.

College: If you mean Uni then Uni Osnabrück.

Hair colour: brown

Do you have a crush on someone: Yep, seems like it isn’t going anywhere

What do you like about yourself: um, my compassion I guess, and helpfulness and my baking skills, and my singing voice, my ability to make new friends and have people trust me and my self confidence (also my ass, its very nice).

? FIRSTS

First surgery: got my appendix removed just over a year ago.

First piercing: ears, I now have two earrings on both sides.

First sport you joined: Idk ?? I think some kind of gymnastics for kids or smth ?

First vacation: most likely visiting my grandparents on the other end of Germany, near Lake Constance. My first vacation without my parents was with the choir to Denmark, and my backpack was taller than me (I was tiny when I was 11).

First pair of sneakers: I don’t know what even defines Sneakers ? Did I have them as a kid ? Who knows ?

? RIGHT NOW

Eating: nothing, just having Tea.

I’m about to: Tidy my room hopefully.

Listening to: just my Spotify library on random, since the question above it changed to “ The Wizard and I” from Wicked.

Want kids: Hell No

Get married: Sure, but we gotta be together a while.

Career: Still a student.

WHICH IS BETTER

Lips or eyes: Eyes

Hugs or kisses: why are you making me choose (but hugs)

Shorter or taller: BOTH

Troublemaker or hesitant: I mean depends on the situation...

Older or younger: with dating older, with friends I don't care.

Romantic or spontaneous: what does this question even mean these have no connection, I am both.

Sensitive or loud: both

Hookup or relationship: honestly both would be nice, but I am too incompetent for both.

? HAVE YOU EVER

Kissed a stranger: Yes

Drank hard liquor: Yes

Lost contacts/glasses: I never really had any.

Sex on first date: Lol no.

Broken someone’s heart: Yes

Been arrested: No

Turned someone down: Yes

? DO YOU BELIEVE

In yourself: depends on a lot of factors, like regarding what, how am I feeling, the moon.

Miracles: isn't it sort of a question of definition? I think sometimes very unlikely things happen that are good and that could be defined as a miracle.

Love at first sight: again by a different definition yes, you know how sometimes you see someone and you're like wow that's my type or how you also sometimes meet someone and talk to them for 5minutes and you're like wow we're friends already. If you combined this you would have love at first sight, wouldn't you ? (Of course its not soulmates or some shit like this, the relationship can still break)

I TAG: @eragon17 @janjan-the-ninth @hey-world-its-mee

[a-huffly-writer]

Tagged by @so-many-freaking-ships (thank you so much btw! I never get tagged in this kind of stuff, and I was very excited!)

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 people

Nickname(s): Tashy, TashTash, Natash, Naps, Cat

Gender: Female

Sign: Aries

Height: 5′3 (I get teased by my freakishly tall sibling all the time, but I joke about it too)

Time: 9:51am

Birthday: April 18th

Favorite Band: I don’t know… probably Arctic Monkeys or Placebo (saw them both live, they’re so cool!)

Favorite Solo Artists: Don’t really have one I guess…

Song stuck in my head: The Deadwood Stage from Calamity Jane

Last movie I watched: Mary Poppins 

Last show I watched: The Miniturist (don’t know if that counts? It’s only like, 3 episodes long, if not it was Strictly Come Dancing)

When did I create this blog: Like… Two months ago?

What do I post: Fanfiction and random writing I have to do for school/to get into Uni

What did I last google: Washington Irving (We were playing Trivial Pursuit and I had no idea who this dude was)

Other blogs: @hufflepuff-always-and-forever

Do I get asks: No, I wish I did though

Why did I choose this URL: Because it sums up this blog well?

Following: 925, It was over 2000 before I deleted my blog in september

Followers: 29

Average hours of sleep: between 6 and 10 (weekday vs weekend/holidays

Lucky number: 2 and 4

Instrument: None (I used to play the guitar and the drums, but I gave up)

What I am wearing: PJ’s

Dream job: Actor (on stage, in plays or musicals)

Favorite food: Orange, probably… Or just Pasta…

Last book I read: Some shitty “classic” I have to read for school, it’s called Les Faux-Monnayeur by André Gide

Three fav fandoms: Marvel(this included the Xmen universe btw), Harry Potter, and My Hero Acadamia (added just recently! Also, Kingsman, Miraculous Ladybug, Disney, the Maze Runner and the Hobbit/LOTR deserve a mention)

Tags: (I always feel awkward doing this, but here I go!)

@hufflepuffholland @technicallyflamey @fandommonium3267 @imaginethis-imaginethat @imagines-for-multiple-fandoms @spider-boi @spider-bih @alswonderland @mrshollandparker @imaginesofeveryfandom @marauders–mischief @king-of-lost-light @fandomyimagines @fanatic-writers

#thank you so much for tagging me! #this was fun #i was so nervous about tagging others though

[cimness]

Dipping an oar in familiar fandom waters...

Last weekend we watched, or I should say, got around to watching, Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, a BBC America show from last year which we were reluctant to check out at first under the mistaken impression that it would be another US copy of a UK property in the vein of Coupling, Skins, Being Human, etc. But after it came out we saw from other people's reactions that actually everyone seemed to love it, and when we finally did watch it we loved it too, so I've been poking around for things to reblog on and off for a week now.

It feels funny in several ways to be fannish about a show with Elijah Wood in it again...

Nostalgic. Fellowship of the Ring came out in 2001! @waxjism and I MET because of Elijah Wood, really, when she sought me out because of a Frodo/Sam and then a Sean/Elijah fic. The whole time we were long-distance dating, she was talking about The Faculty and something about Elijah Wood being chained in Chester Bennington's basement, for some reason (I'm not sure I ever really understood that one, though, to be fair). And it's been a long time! Neither of us has been actually interested in either of those fandoms since before 2005, a few rereads and recs and the like notwithstanding.

SURREAL. The inescapable association of Elijah Wood + fandom... the tangential connection to the dangerous con artist and noted fandom cult leader formerly known as Victoria Bitter, who, as chronicled in the well-known fandom memoir When a Fan Hits the Shit, later briefly posed online as Elijah Wood for... some unknown reason... (I think for a brief time before he told people that he was channeling the 'soul' of the real Elijah Wood even though Elijah Wood was still alive and therefore physically growing a cock?)... and for some reason @waxjism and I, old acquaintances who were close to one of his primary online friend/dupes, were chosen to be guinea pigs for this pose and for like... a week?? we thought he possibly actually was Elijah Wood with a side dose of what the hell is going on, and during this time he... for some reason... sent me a care package of cough drops because I had a cold, I guess to prove realness?? He also like ordered pizzas delivered to the residences of some of the other people he was long-distance trying to Be Elijah Wood on, if I'm remembering right? Anyway... wow... that was an insane time! Like, our dangerous??? but also laughably minor??? brush with fandom history.

Embarrassed: because of having believed him, or maybe like 80% believed him for a while there. But as @waxjism  succinctly put it, "Then again, he is a con artist. But AUGH." Also embarrassed because if I think about my previous fannish engagement hard enough, I'll remember how I wrote when I was 19 years old, which is also kind of embarrassing from the perspective of my current taste (though, like, I stand by it as perfectly ok for 19-year-old me). Like, for example, when my dad asked my permission to give his best friend, who is gay, the link to my LOTR fanfic, and I said sure, and then his best friend attempted to delicately and tactfully make sure that I knew that "that's not really how gay sex works" after reading one of my Legolas/Gimli fics, and I had to be like "YES YES LUBE WE KNOW NO TMI PLEASE".

Damn, I feel old. Because a lot of time has passed and people like Elijah Wood that are the age of me are now firmly grown ups. Just like I am.

Anyway, back to Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency... I highly recommend the show, which is delightful and probably a bit more Adamsishly madcap than the previous British series that starred Stephen Mangan (which I also loved however). The plotting particularly is A+, not because the other aspects of the show like dialogue and casting are not as outstanding - they are, actually; the main cast is half female and there's an okay distribution of racial and gender diversity, the dialogue is fun and clever, the special effects are not to be sneezed at, there are cute animals etc - but because the plotting is the aspect of a derivative work based on Douglas Adams that would be the most challenging to manage (just as it is for Terry Pratchett or PG Wodehouse fanfic, where that is the most common tough point, evidently, for would-be fanfic writers), and yet they manage it beautifully. It's not at all derivative or unnecessarily repetitive of canon Douglas works, while dazzlingly recreating the feel and scope and all that good stuff.

They've already filmed the second series, too, and they just released a trailer for it a little while ago, so it's probably going to air soonish. Which makes this a good time to try it out.

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#tv #fannish life #meta #fannish nostalgia #dirk gently #the victoria bitter affair #fandom wank greatest hits #lotr and lotrips #also tinhats #remember the tinhats??? #and if you DO remember the tinhats isn't that post where sam barnett warns elijah away from shipping because it's rude HILARIOUS?

[killer-barnes]

Get Out.

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Deciding to stay in for a date, Peter and the Reader are faced with annoying and embarrassing comments from the whole team, who are unaware of their relationship.

Word Count: 2,428

Warnings: language, fluff, annoying avengers (??), embarrassed!Peter, embarrassed!Reader, cuteness, LOTR trilogy. (Let me know if I missed any)

A/N: Alright homies, I apologize it has taken me so long to upload something. I’ve been reaally stressed. So hopefully this is okay? For the anon that requested this, I hope you like it. I’d love some feedback, as always. Enjoy reading!

Dark, gray clouds blocked any source of light from shining through the big, thick glass windows surrounding every inch of the building.

The entire tower was filled with a solemn mood that spread into every corner and room.

Most of the team dreaded days like these, since it put a damper on their mood, (especially Steve).

You, however, cherished days like these the most.

It’s where you find your peace and inner self, no matter how depressing that may sound.

It helps you relax and release any stresses that corrupt your thoughts.

But the best reason of all is that you don’t have to leave the house, even if you had a date with Peter tonight.

However, thinking that idea through, you realized something.

The whole team would be here.

With Peter and you.

During your date.

Well, fuck.

Now, your dad, Tony, know you and Peter are dating, but when it comes to the rest of the team, you tried to keep it under wraps.

You hated all the attention and knew Peter most likely felt the same, since he barely did any PDA.

It’s not that you didn’t want to tell the team, you just didn’t want all the questions and embarrassing comments to surface once you do.

Like, for fucks sake, you were just trying to have a successful relationship, especially since this was your first.

And since it was your first, you had an advantage of being able to manipulate the team into thinking nothing was going on.

Smart pickle, amiright?

After reminiscing on these past memories and moments, you head towards the bathroom in your room and wash the filth that was covering your skin.

Once you returned out of the bathroom from the steamy, hot shower, you grab a simple pair of comfy clothes and continue downstairs towards the kitchen.  

Knowing most of the team, besides Bucky and Steve, are still sleeping, you try to be as quiet as possible getting some breakfast for yourself.

Pulling out a random box of cereal from the oversized pantry your dad insisted on buying, you pour it into a bowl and grab the milk from the fridge.

Putting everything away, you carefully walk towards the living room to watch some morning cartoons, as Steve and Bucky arrive back from their usual morning run.

Too focused on the show, you don’t hear Steve come behind you.

“Mornin’, Y/N.”

Grasping a hand over your heart, you set the cereal down carefully before exasperatedly replying, “Shit, Steve. I’d say good morning, but you made me almost spill my cereal all over me, jerk.”

Hearing Bucky chuckle from behind, you glare at him.

“Got somethin’ to say, Barnes?”

Laughing, he puts his hands up in defense, “no, doll. Continue bashing Steve.” 

Turning your attention towards Steve, you hear him sigh.

“Sorry, Y/N. Just wanted to see how you were doing since you’re up so early on the weekend.”

Internally groaning at how hard you were on Steve, you fill with guilt.

“No, Steve. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m doing okay, thanks for checking on me. H-How are you doing?”

Smiling and kind eyes glistening, Steve takes a seat beside you.

“It’s okay. But, besides this awfully depressing weather, I’m doin’ good. Buck and I just had a great run. Wasn’t too hot, which was nice, y’know?”

Returning the smile, you chuckle, “is that rain or sweat then? You need a shower either way, Cap.”

After taking a whiff of himself, Steve shrugs, “eh, probably both. Who knows. Do you have any plans today? I think Tony was talking about a mission or something.”

Sinking into the couch, you mumble, “most likely this. It’s too gloomy to do anything but binge movies. A mission? Hm, I haven’t heard anything from my dad.”

“You sure are living the life, huh kid? I remember on days like this, Buck and I would play some cards or go to this little diner that was at the corner. They played some good music.” His face full of glee, taking a glance at Bucky.

Placing your hand on his, you give him a sympathetic smile.

“Y’know, I wish I could’ve been alive during that time. Seriously, if I could go back to any time period, it would have to be mid 40’s or 50’s. I mean, besides all the war and stuff, the culture is what I’d love to experience.”

“I didn’t know you liked it so much, I would’ve ranted with you about it all the time! Well, how about once you have time, I’ll talk all about it. Okay, kid? Man, I can’t wait to listen to the music again.”

“That’s the best part, my friend!”

Conversations like these with Steve made your day shine brighter than before.

He felt like the older brother you never had and you were so grateful to have him, as well as the rest of the Avengers.

Most of the team knew you and Steve would talk about random things all the time, so no need for suspicion there.

As Steve left to take his shower, you cleaned up your breakfast and headed back into your room, unsure of what to do.

Opening the door, you realize how dark it actually is and decide to open your blinds to let as much light as the sky is willing to bring in.

Turning towards your bed, you see a lump that wasn’t there before.

As you get closer to inspect, you hear soft breathing and see the covers lift slightly.

The random “guest” moves to find a better position, causing the covers over their face to fall, revealing the one and only, Peter Parker.

Chuckling to yourself, you squeeze next to him and pull him into you.

Eyes widened, Peter blushes, “h-hey, Y/N. M-Morning, uh- I thought you would still be sleeping, but I came in and you were gone and I was just so tired tha-”

Silencing him with a peck on the lips, you add, “that you fell asleep on my bed? You’re such a dork, babe.”

The blush on his face burns against his soft cheeks as he looks down, mumbling, “d-do you still want to do the d-date? The weather is horrible outside. I had everything planned out, too!”

Lifting his face to yours, you see an evident pout.

“Hmm, what if we had a movie day here? We could have the theater room all to ourselves and binge whatever we want.”

“That sounds amazing,” Peter adds, “but, what about the team? T-They don’t know about us a-and I wanted to make our time special, together.”

Fuck, your words know how to melt my heart.

Dear lord.

You thought, looking into Peter’s chocolate brown eyes.

“It’s okay, I’m pretty sure they are all busy anyway. Steve said something about a mission.”

Sighing, Peter questions, “will we have to go?”

Playing with his fingers, you murmur, “hmm, I don’t think so. My dad would’ve mentioned it last night. He probably doesn’t want us going because of school and all.”

Peter scoffs, “yeah because he cares soo much about school.”

You smack him and chuckle.

“I’ll head to the theater, while you get the snacks, okay? Don’t look suspicious, Peter.”

“As you wish!” Peter exclaims, running down to the pantry in the kitchen.

After grabbing some pillows and fluffy blankets, you headed down to the theater, cautiously looking around every corner and turn.

Arriving safely, you set up the blankets in a comfortable position and open the cabinets that hold your dad’s array of different movies.

As you start browsing, you hear the door open behind you.

Coming down the steps, Peter’s arms are overflowing with snacks and drinks.

“I could’ve helped you, babe.”

Peter looks at you sheepishly, “what? No. I’ve got it, see? I’m Spiderman, I’ve go-”

However, Peter missed a step, causing the handful of goodies to fly above his head.

But somehow, somehow, he manages to catch everything with his web shooters.

“Bravo, bravo, my hero,” you clap dramatically.  

Peter smirks as you, “Spiderman is always here to save the day, baby.”

Once you two had settled down, Peter let you choose the movies to marathon since he always picks one of the Star Wars movies.

You too were a big nerd, so of course your first choice was the Lord of the Rings trilogy.

Best 12 hours you’ll ever experience.

You thought, pressing play.

Peter had never seen them before, so this was the perfect chance to get him hooked and marathon with you in the future.

Plus, you need him to steer away from Star Wars and show him the rest of the nerdy movie world.

“Get ready for 12 hours of pure walking, my friend,” you mumble, with an excited expression.

“What?! They just walk? Y/N, babe. Noo-”  

Putting a finger to his lips, you hush him.

“Shut your cake hole! You’ll love it. Just watch, please?”

Turning his attention to the movie, Peter begins his own 12 hour journey.

The rest of the Avengers are spaced all over the tower.

Bruce, Tony, and Bucky are in the lab going over some new quirks to make on Bucky’s arm.  

Steve and Sam are in the living room playing cards, as the news is on low volume behind them.

Wanda is in the family room on the farther side, reading a book, while Nat is looking through some Cosmo magazine.

And Clint is bored out of his fucking mind.

“How are you guys not bored? This is hell. Pure hell.”

Steve chirps in, “well, want to join us in cards? Sam’s winning, but I bet you could kick his ass.”

Sam scoffs, “you can sure as hell try, arrow guy. But no promises.”

“Wait, whatever happened to that mission Tony told us about?” Nat spoke up.

“I guess it was a false alarm, or somethin’.” Steve answers.

Sighing, Clint gets up from laying on the ground, “I’ll pass, birdman. Bu- hey, where’s Y/N and Peter? I haven’t seen them all day…”

“I don’t know, maybe working on homework or something? They do have school on Monday and you know Peter..” Wanda interjects, looking up from her book.

“Actually, I think they might be in the theater. Y/N was saying something about a movie marathon this morning?” Steve questions.

“Without me? Geez, what have I ever done to you people?” Clint yelps, raising his hands in the air.

“They’ve been doing a lot of things together…” Nat comments, looking suspicious.

Sam is the first to get up and sprint towards the theater, “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going to spy this one out.”

“I second that!”

‘Wait! I want to come!”

Meanwhile, you and Peter are already on The Two Towers.

So far, Peter enjoyed the first one, which made you happy.

“These are really fucking cool, Y/N! I can’t believe I haven’t seen them before. I’ve been missing out.”

“Hell yeah you have, Pete! There’s more to life than just Star Wars.”

Putting a hand over his heart dramatically, Peter replies, “ah, my heart! Star Wars is life…”

“Keep telling yourself that, babe.”

Tip toeing up towards the theater, the team cautiously avoids making any obnoxious noises.

As they get closer, they hear the character, Eomer, from the movie announce, “What business does an Elf, a Man, and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly!”

“Why the fuck are they watching the Lord of the Rings without us?! Those movies are the shit! Oh, they’re so going to get it,” Clint exclaims over the loud movie.

He quickly makes his way up to the closed doors and barges in, however since the movie was so loud and the characters were bickering, Peter and you didn’t hear Clint enter.

Clint stomps down the stairs in the dark room illuminated by the large screen.

The team is slowly walking behind him, careful of each step they make.

As Clint reaches the row you are in, he stops dead in his tracks, the rest of the team bumping into him as they turn their gaze to where he is looking.

They all see you snuggled into Peter’s chest as he slowly places a kiss to your head, smiling.

“WHAT IS THIS?!” Clint shouts, gaining the attention of the two love birds.

His shout causes both you and Peter to jump.

“W-What? Uh- I- nothing, w-what?” Peter stutters, eyes blown.

“You’re watching Lord of the Rings without me? I cannot believe this.”

With a confused face, you quickly lie, “o-oh, sorry, Clint! I forgot to, uh, get y-you!”

Hearing Nat chuckle from behind, you give her a glare, which she just smirks at.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s have a marathon!” Clint exclaims.

Mentally slapping yourself, you think,

Well, this is officially the worst day of my life.

After a few minutes, you hear Nat speak up during a quiet part, “so, how long has this been going on, you two?”

Avoiding the real context of the question, you dumbly reply, “well, since it’s the second of the three, about 8 hours?”

Laughing, Sam interjects, “I think you know what we’re talking about, Y/N. Don’t play dumb with us.”

Looking to your left at Peter, you see him blushing and looking at you with a pleading look.

“A-Alright, we’ve been dating for, uh, 4 months.”

Hearing a bunch of ‘what’s’ and ‘the fuck’s’ you hide your face into Peter’s neck.

Peter laughs nervously. “Well, at least we got that over with, right…?”

“Oh, you wish, Parker. You are going to get an endless amount of shit for this,” you hear Nat tease.

Groaning, you wish you were dead.

Nothing is worse than this.

After a couple hours, you were on to the last movie, the Return of the King, your personal favorite.

However, you were getting sleepy due to the amount of food and snuggles you’ve been having with Peter.

Seeing your face contort into a huge yawn, Peter turns his gaze towards you.

“H-Hey, babe? Are you tired?”

“Hmm…? Jus’ a little, Pete,” you reply sleepily.

“Here, lay your head on me. I’ll wake you up when it’s over, okay?” Peter softly inquires, nuzzling his nose with yours.

“God damn, you two are so cute.”

“Oh my god, goals.”

“Tony is going to kick Parker’s ass.”

Turning to face the team, Peter whispers loudly, “GET OUT!”

Soon enough, they all scramble out of their seats and you two are finally able to finish your date in peace.

Even if you fell asleep.

A/N: Fuck, this is pure trash. I’m sorry guys. Forgive me on this one. I just kept blabbering on about nonsense. Yikes, anyways. Please let me know what you think. I need reassurance.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagine #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #avengers #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #marvel #marvel imagines #tony stark #iron man #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #winter soldier #bruce banner #hulk #sam wilson #falcon #natasha romanoff #black widow #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #clint barton #hawkeye