#im already doing better actually .. i cried for like 30 minutes but !!!!

[weeb-writor]

Bittersweet Arguments

Heyo! Today I have a Cove x Reader! He is from a visual novel called Our Life: Beginning and always. Its available on Steam and itch.io for free! But I do encourage you all to get the dlc is it is more than worth it. It is inclusive of all race, sexual orientation and pronouns/gender. Also all the characters are just amazing and loveable. I could go on and on about this game but let me shut up so you all can read^^

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Cove Holden x GN!Reader

You and cove get into a bad argument and picking up the pieces is hard.

Word Count: 2.4k(not beta read)

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“Cove hasn't talked to you…yeah I’m just worried, they haven't gone more than a week without speaking since they met. They’re going on week 3 soon… yeah I know… yeah… alright I let you know what I can find out.” Ma said, hanging up with a sigh. You rounded the corner glancing at her as you plopped down on the sofa.

“We're not 8 any more, you don't have to call Cliff anytime we get in a fight.” you said with a chuckle.

“Honey, that's the thing, you and cove have never fought. We called about Lizzie plenty of times but you… it's just parents being parents. We're just worried.” She said stroking your hair. You grasped her hand and gave it a squeeze before you got up.

“Don’t be.” You said as you went up to your room. Well you were packing so really it was just a room with a bed. You plopped down face first into it. You just laid there mind racing a mile a minute. The fight, the disagreements, the tears played over and over again. It was simple at first and then it wasn't. Then it was yelling, arms flailing, and angry tears. What would happen next? It was a fear you thought that was already put to rest but it came again, and again, and again. Each time it was more and more muddled. What would happen to you both? How would long distance work? Were you supposed to tell your parents about your engagement? Who would come visit who? How often? No matter what question it was, the answer always resulted in more questions. 

To you it was like Cove didn't trust you, like he didn't believe you loved him enough to do anything to make it work. For Cove you were… well you don't know. He was silent about the issue of the future. It was like you were discussing it with yourself as if there isn't another person in the relationship. It was frustrating, it made you angry at him and at yourself for being angry at him. You grabbed your pillow which had become a bucket for your tears and you cried and screamed into it. Over time your tears and screams died down and you drifted into not a peaceful sleep but a painful one. When you woke up you stumbled down stairs in a trance and nearly rounded the corner before you heard it. You stopped in your tracks immediately and sunk to the floor. It was him, your love, the neighborhood boy, Cove Holden.

“How are they?” He spoke quietly.

“I can't lie to you and say they're fine but they are resting right now.” Mom said with a sigh.

“Tha… T-That’s fine but what about eating, drinking, packing, and leaving the house?” He stuttered nervously. You wanted to laugh. It was so Cove to still be nervous talking to someone he knew essentially his whole life.

“Yes, of course. We’ve made sure, nothing to worry about.” At that you heard a sigh of relief come from the green haired boy.

“Okay, okay good. Um could you just let me know if they need anything.” His voice was shaky like he wanted to cry.

“They need you, kid.” Your mom said slowly. There was a long silence at this. Was it actually long or were you just anxious you weren’t sure.

“...I need them more.” He said in a barely intelligible whisper. Goodbyes were said and stayed on the floor even as you heard mom coming your way. When she was in your sight her eyes widened but more in worry than surprised. You tilted your head at her and that’s when you felt it. Tears were cascading from your eyes. You wiped them away in surprise and rose to your feet.

“Im fine.” You said before jogging to your room where you curled into a ball as if to shield you from the impending doom. From this position you watched the sunset and the moon rise, almost unblinking. You felt tears soak your pillow, you had begun crying without realizing again.

This couldn't go on, you had to talk to Cove.

Muscle memory had kicked in from the one time you had snuck into Cove’s room and boom. You were sitting on his bedside stroking his hair as he slept. Just like you it seemed his sleep was anything but peaceful. His brow was creased and you couldn’t help but thumb along it prompting him to wake up. His eyes shot open and he blinked a while before he sighed. 

“Are you gonna be a dream or a nightmare.” he said softly.

“I'm in your nightmares?” You said glancing to the side. At this he shot up. Tears pulled in his eyes as he held his hand out to you. As soon as his fingers brushed your face he let out a quiet sob.

“So dream or nightmare then?” You said with watery eyes.

“An absolute dream.” He said with a firmness in him that was rare.

“Cove I don't want to talk about it right now, can we sleep...together.”

“Yes!” he shouted quietly, immediately making space for you under his blankets. You moved with equal amount of eagerness and soon for the first time in a while you felt truly at peace.

“Can...can I hold you.” You didn't say anything to his request, just moved closer and grabbed onto his nightshirt. Instantly you both fall into a deep peaceful sleep.

“Hey kid, I wanna talk…” Cliff trailed off awkwardly as he locked eyes with you. Cove was fast asleep, head in your lap and arms squeezing you. You smiled and put your finger to your lips. Cliff got the signal and walked out with a smile. Cove slept for 30 minutes more before his icy blue eyes met yours.

“Uh, wanna eat? I got all the ingredients for…” he didn’t need to finish the red flush of his face said enough. He was eating your favorite and you were eating his. You let off a quiet laugh.

“I’m feeling more peanut butter, honey, and banana sandwiches. Maybe some fruit.” You smiled down at him. His eyes lit up and you were dragged into the kitchen and now you both were about done making the sandwiches.

“What are you glaring at my sandwiches for?” You jokingly accused him.

“There isn’t enough honey on it, honey.” He said poking your forehead. You laughed and he laughed and then you both went to sit at the table. Mr. Holden was there too and made moves to get up but was stopped by the both of you shouting no. Awkwardly he sat back down.

“So, how’s packing coming? Coves been putting it off, so much.” He asked you gently.

“I’m pretty much done! Nothing in my room but a bed now.” You said with a smile.

“That’s great, still planning on leaving for college?” He asked with caution.

“Yeah, that’s the plan. I’m going to miss having you around.” You said with a small smile. The impromptu breakfast was over soon after this and you were left alone with cove again. Questions about the future loomed over you and this time you were going to get answers.

“Can... we talk?” You said staring at him with determination.

“Yes..” he trailed off

“No Cove, can we really talk? Like talk things out, like argue and come to a consensus.”

“Yes but I just don’t... want us to fight” he said playing with his hands.

“Arguments are normal cove, hell they’re healthy even. The unhealthy part is what you do during the argument and what you do after. Of course, we could try just talking first.” You smiled at him hoping to ease his nervousness.

“So you mean to say storming off to your son's room and pacing isn't a healthy way of closing an argument?” He said with a joking tone.

“Well if we ever get to the talk about the future, maybe one day you could see just how healthy it is…” You trailed off looking at him hopefully. Cove let out one of his cute squeaks as he flushed red. He raked his fingers through his hair before he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the sofa.

“Let's… talk then.” he said, glancing at you and then away.

“Alright, Cove, I'm going far away. What you are asking to do is impractical, I'm asking you not to do it.” You said seriously.

“It's 36 hours by car on the fastest route and 3 hours and 29 minutes by plane, it's not impractical, it's totally possible.” He said with unusually fierce eyes.

“Sure but you want to do it every two weeks, twice a month! It's not safe for you to drive that long. Think of the money it’ll cost to fly or put gas in your car. Also you'll have your own bills now, your own place. It's not all that possible.” You spoke firmly.

“Doesn't matter… i'll make it possible and safe. If I need to, I'll stay with my dad for a while. Moving out isn’t that big of a deal” He said not backing down

“No Cove, do you hear yourself? You’ve wanted to move out and be in your own place for a while. What happened to the boy who wanted to do everything the way he wanted without listening to set rules or a predetermined plan?”

“This isn't someone's predetermined plan for me, it's what I want.”

“What about what I want?” you said softly

“Is what you want… not to be around me? Or am I too.. too clingy for you? Cause if so I promise I won't intrude too much.. And I’ll give you space-”

“No! Its nothing like that! You are never gonna be too clingy for me, you could get clinger if you wanted. I just want you to be safe, okay?” You said cutting that thought off immediately

“I promise I will be then.” He said hesitantly.

“Baby, the whole action of it isn't safe physically or financially for either of us right now. I'm not saying you can't come but what about once every month or even better ill come back here every break I have. They aren't frequent but I'd be with you for a while.”

“It's not enough!” He said, raising his voice at you. It's the first time he’d ever done it but you didn't respond, you just blinked at him and waited for him to continue.

“I need to see you more than that.. I just have to.” He said, looking away from you.

“Why? We’ve spent weeks apart before. Every summer you leave and we come out of it fine, it's the same.”

“No its not the same, at all.” He spoke firmly as his eyes got misty but he pressed on. “When I went with my mom I knew where you were, what you were most likely doing. It was routine, sunset bird is our place. Even if something new comes along I'm never out of the loop… but when you leave you’ll be in a new place with different people and new things you can experience. You’ll be in a place with all four seasons, they get snow! I won't know what you're doing any more and we might not even be on the same wavelength any more. You’ll make new friends and meet people who won't be afraid to lay in bed with you or stutter a lot or make weird noises. You’ll be changing and I’ll still be the same 8 year old cry baby you met on the poppy hill… you’ll leave and then you’ll disappear.” He said scrubbing at his tears. You stared at him before you started to laugh. You laughed so hard you started to cry.

“Let me get this straight, you want to come visit me so often because you're afraid I'll become this social butterfly and find better people than you, Miranda, and Terri? Me?” You were overcome with laughter again and paused to catch your breath. “I’m overly honest, pushy, a little demanding, and have “strange” interests. When have you ever known me to be easy to make friends with or be sociable with any other than you? You know I knew I was gonna marry you from the moment I laid eyes on you at the ripe age of 8? I wish some dumb college kid would try to change my plans i’d kill them… nothing is gonna take me away from you and I will always come home. Home, cove holden, is wherever you are.” Cove was hugging you in a second crying into your neck.

“I quite like your squeaks and weird noises by the way.” You could feel his face heat up in your neck as he laughed.

“Every break?”

“Every break longer than 2 days.”

“At my place… the whole time?”

“Duh I said I was going home.”

“Alright then, we agree. I want to come spend a break with you though, want to see your place.” He said squeezing you tighter.

“Of course… Also one last thing we need to put to bed.” Cove let out a groan at your words.

“Nothing bad at all. Just this.” You reached into your back pocket and pulled out a black velvet box. You handed it to cove as his eyes watered again.

“I know I already proposed but I wanted to get you something regardless. Its also so all these single people keep their grubby little paws off my love.” He blushed at you and whispered your name the way he always did when he was feeling embarrassed or overwhelmed. He opened it as tears fell down his face.

“Theres two?” 

“Yeah look at the inside of the bands.” Each one was engraved with your respective nicknames for each other.

“Were engaged we minus well look the part. This way everybody at my college knows I managed to lockdown the most amazing guy to ever grace sunset bird.” You said kissing his nose. He wasted no time putting his on and handing you yours.

“I love you.” He said, eyes no longer misty.

“I love you so much, Cove.” You echoed his sentiment.

“Wanna go to our hill, we have a lot to make up for. I’ve missed you so much.” He said, grabbing your hand. You nodded and you both turned to leave. You both quickly made eye contact with Clifford Holden who was misty eyed. You gathered he had been there for a while.

“Sho...Should I pretend i didn't just see or hear that as well?” He said his hand on his neck.

#cove holden #our life: beginnings & always #cove #cove holden x reader

[whiskehorange]

RZ Michael scenario where y/n is a nurse at Smith's. There's a lockdown & she's trapped in Michael's cell. Pls make it nsfw & hella fluffy. TY

Hell YEAH BABY. I got carried away im so sorry-

Michael

Today, of all days, why did it have to be the day that you traded your later lunch for an early lunch.

You had always managed to get the last lunch schedule; which happened to be close to two o’clock. At this point, you’d absolutely give anything to have the twelve o’clock lunch just once.

And that’s what you did. And hour or do before the the call for the twelve o’clock lunch sounded, you had asked the front nurse if there was an opening for at least one person at that lunch, or at least anyone willing to take her spot just for today in trade for the last lunch.

Flipping through the nurse charts, she picked out one file that was near the bottom.

“Joyce was moved for today down in corridor three for today, and we’ve been looking for someone to take her place for patient checkup today. For Myers. That’ll give you first call lunch.”

She pushed her glasses back up and looked at, awaiting a response.

You moved your head back slowly, a sigh of relief escaping your lips. You’d take it.

She handed you the key and went back to the routine click-clack of her keyboard after handing you the key to Myers cell.

Myers was a famous name around the lunch room and just about everywhere in the sanitarium, really. Most nurses commented on his chilling yet oddly attractive height, while other combatted them with hoe dangerous he was. One recalling how she was there when he snapped a guard’s leg for getting in his face.

Hey, all you had to do was check up on him, take his tray, and do a routine mattress inspection, there shouldn’t be anything to worry about.

His inspection was in a few minutes, so it wouldn’t hurt to do it now so that you could head to the cafeteria early.

Jingling the door keys, you make it to Michael’s cell. Stepping inside, your stomach dropped, only for a moment, however.

That was normal for you. It’s that unexpected pit of fear that you’d get entering anyones cell, but it never lasted that long, knowing that you’d be out of there in a flash anyways and guards were at the end of each hallway.

“Hi Michael. I’m you’re nurse for today, Joyce was moved to another corridor just for today.”

You’re voice was cheery, something that a lot of your other regulars enjoyed and got you patients who respected and acted well. Michael, however, didn’t say anything.

You close the door behind you, setting the keys in your skirt pocket.

“This should only take a few minutes. Now if you could stand up for me and move to the side, that would be great, please?”

Michael, sat at his desk, didn’t move at first, but eventually stood up. He was much taller than you’d expected, he towered over your small form. He moved to the side as you walked over to his desk, taking the tray from breakfast.

You set it on the little shelf under his door window for you to take when you left. There wasn’t too much room to move, considering there was enough for a desk, the bed, him, and maybe a nurse. his walls were covered with what looked like paper-mâché masks. He himself had an orange one on. Either way, the masks took a little more space from the room to walk.

You smiled up at him, tilting your head slightly, “I like your mask. Orange is my favorite color.” Once again, there was no answer, but that was common with some patients.

Turning back around, you stand at the foot of his bed, “I’m now going to do a mattress check, then I’ll be out of your way.

Lifting up each corner and running your hands across the sides and tops of the mattress you found nothing, expect a small paintbrush tucked in between the wall and the bed. 

It wasn’t carved for a pointed end or anything like other patients would have, but it was mandatory that you should take it anyways. It could have been “hidden with the intent to harm someone or oneself.” But come on, it was a paintbrush, and Michael seems to actually use it for something else, he probably didn’t know it was there.

You felt eyes narrow in on you, the feeling was overwhelming. Almost scary.

You turned and held it out to Michael.

“I know I should take it, but I doubt you where going to use it. If you were you’d have it on you. Go on, this’ll be our little secret. I’d hate for you to not be able to make anymore masks.” You cheerfully offered

Michael’s hand slowly took the brush out of your hands and held it, remaining eye contact the entire time. 

“Thank you for being cooperative, Michael. Hopefully I can be your nurse again another-”

Your sentence was cut off by a loud ringing that echoed off of the empty halls. It was the lockdown alarm. Normally they tell the nurses when a routine drill is happening but you didn’t get one... which.. meant that there was... an actual emergency 

“Michael, if you could step back into the corner for me that would be amazing,” you said, but much more serious. The smile fading off of your face .

You slowly turned back to the door to open it before the automatic locks kicked in to not raise suspicion, but inside your heart was practically pounding at the door already.

You grabbed the door handle and pulled as hard as you could, expecting it to open for you. You were a nurse of course, you didn’t have to be locked in here.

The door didn’t budge.

It was locked. With you inside.

Stepping back, you bump into something firm. Gulping, you slowly turn to see Michael standing directly behind you.

You’d expect someone in this sort of place to think about how they’d kill you. Maybe he was going to use that brush and plunge it into your eye. But it was quite the contrary. 

Michael appreciated your kindness, you had a likable spunk to you that the rest of the nurses just didn’t have. Maybe because they were dealing with mentally insane people all day, but at least you were a nice light in this place. 

You looked to... innocent. For a place like this, at least. Micheal was still a man, after all. You looked very pleasing to his needs. 

“M...ichael?”

By the look in his eyes you could tell he was thinking of something. You didn’t know what, but it couldn’t be something good.

Michael took a small step forward, making you step back. The another, and another, until the top of your legs touched the edge of his desk.

He had never wanted or desired to do this to a nurse, or anyone since he had gotten here, but you looked so pleasing to him. Delicious isn’t the right word for someone as twisted as him, but he just knew that he wanted you and that he was going to have you. 

The guards would have all been down attending to another situation, so it was only you and Michael in the cell.

He reached down, moving a piece of your hair to the side of your worried face as another hand hiked up your skirt. The hand that had moved the hair was ready to quiet your screams, but instead you only blushed madly, looking to the side in embarrassment. 

Pulling your underwear off, he lifted you up onto the desk with ease to match his height. Tugging at the small belt on his pants, he shoved them off and out of the way.

Your mind raced as you thought of how wrong this was, hoe you should be screaming for help and fighting back, but instead you eagerly scooted to the edge of the table. Closer to him.

The gasp that escaped your lips as his length was pushed into you was a mix of pain and confusion. You had a small feeling he would be big, but not this big. You clenched your legs together in an attempt to get comfortable with him, but he pushed them back open. 

Your mouth was agape. Michael’s hand reach up and grabbed your face, pulling your face to his as another pulled you closer to him. Bringing you forward onto his entire length. The twitched of your eyelids and legs were enough for Michael to stay hard.

Leaning his forehead against yours, your face still in his hand, he began to thrust himself into you slowly, but picked up the pace the moment he could adjust to your small form.

Your body was limp for a moment, the only way to stay in this position was to wrap your arms around Michael neck, which you did. At this rate, there was no getting used to Michael’s length, but you couldn’t deny that this was better than anything you’ve ever had before.

The wailing of the alarm was loud enough to drown of your own moaning. With each hard thrust came an equally powerful moan. Michael gripped your hips with both hands as you set your back against the wall. There was nothing to hold onto but the desk itself that was leaving scratch marks on the painting brick.

Your legs quivered with need as his cock continued to ravage your insides for what seemed like hours. You had already came but there was no use in attempting to speak. It’s not like your overstimulated body would be capable of producing words.

One of Michael’s hands ripped open your blouse, gripping your breast as he pushed his head onto your neck. Your hand running through his hair as he did so.

He was close, very close. As tight as you were he wondered how he had lasted so long, but it wouldn’t be too much longer. The clapping of his skin against your sped up as he did everything to push himself over. 

You cried out his name as his final thrust buried himself deep inside you, spilling every last drop of his seed. His nails made cuts into your hips and ass while he firm grip left purple bruises.

As he pulled out you went limp against the wall, attempting to think about what to do next. The alarm had gone off about 30 seconds ago and the guards would be doing their rounds to make sure nobody else was causing trouble.

You stumbled off of the desk, pulling up your panties and up your skirt. Your legs were still shaking, you doubted you’d be able to walk in the heels you came in with.

Michael had already pulled up his pants and stood in front of the door so that nobody would see you as you bashfully buttoned up your blouse. Your hands were pretty shaky too, struggling to get the buttons in the correct slot. Michael bent down and buttoned the last three for you.

You head heavy footsteps approaching the end of the hallway as a guard could be heard lock checking each door. Panic spread throughout your body at you fixed your hair and wiped the tears off of your cheeks. Even attempting to control your shaking.

Michael brushed the hair out of your face once again and fixed himself, standing behind you as the guard looked through Michael’s cell window.

“What the- where you in here this whole time?”

You nodded. Michael’s hidden hand rested inside the top of your pants, making you blush madly once again.

“Did he touch you?”

You shook your head, “No, sir.”

#michael myer x reader #halloween 2007 #slasher x reader

[cupofsapphics]

Introductions

Billie Dean Howard x reader

Summary: You’re dead, but disguised as a living being. No one has ever suspected anything. Not until you bought a new house and met her.

Warning: hint of smut

Also this is a timeline in which the apocalypse never happened.

QFEJKWKW I DID PLAN FOR IT TO HAVE ANY HINT OF SMUT BUT BILLIE’S LOVE MAGNET IS TOO STRONG SKJSKAN

Y/N POV

Dang, it’s been, what, 10 years since I died and I’m pretty sure I moved at least 30 times. This new one, is called the Murder House due to deaths and other things that happened in there. Not that I don’t believe it, but this house is 3x bigger than my old apartment and only half the price. Who was I kidding? I’m so getting it.

I walked into the property and I saw the real estate person give me a strange look. I think it was pity. I was excited to start my eternal life here, at least this house wasn’t as crampy and dirty as the apartment. I walked in and I saw at least 10 people talking and living in this house. I thought this house wasn’t being lived in. So if it isn’t lived with alive people, it must be the ghosts who died here. I can feel the magnetic pull of the house pulling me farther and farther away from escape. I knew the ghosts didn’t know I was one because how often was it that a human-like ghost buys the house? So I decided to use that to my advantage.

Dang, I’ve been here a week and I think the ghosts here are actually suprised that a human actually lasts this long without going insane. It’s very interesting what ghosts do in here when they think I’m not looking. The man masturbating at the window while crying I figured was Ben Harmon, the guy who they claimed hanged himself, but I know better and I think it was murder. I’ve seen his daughter and wife, Vivian and Violet. I’ve observed them enough to know some of their history. Then I met Tate, immediately I sensed a large connection between him and Violet. They must love each other. I should be careful around him. And Constance, oh Constance, that lady analyzes me longer than Ben cries at the window. Of course I could see her, but I didn’t want to let anyone know so I just try to ignore it completely, though through the corner of my eye, I can always see her drinking her Virginia Slims.

I’m pretty sure several ghosts tried to kill me already like the burnt woman (I don’t remember if she has a name) who tried to make me burn myself, of course I was fully aware but I decided to go along, that is until the last minute. Vivian, being the compassionate person she is, tried to scare me away, thinking to save me cause she thought I was young, too young to die. Well, too late for that. Obviously, I wasn’t intimidated too much by this. But then there was Moira. She seemed like a nice old lady, but I knew that her appearance depended on the gender. I could sense the tension 20 feet away when it came to Moira and Constance. I connected the dots to their history and I honestly feel bad for Moira. Maybe when I have spare time, I’ll dig out her bones.

Constance POV

That girl, what was her name? Y/N, yes Y/N, she is one god damn strange human. Several spirits already tried to rid her from the house like that fire bitch and Vivian. I’m starting to think that she ain’t fully human, that one. She seems okay spirit-wise, she has good taste in beer for sure and her intentions aren’t all too bad. Dammit, I think I need to call Billie.

Y/N POV

I was dusting around the living room when I heard the door bell ring. “ALRIGHT IM COMING CALM YOUR ASS DOWN!” I rushed to the door and opened it forcefully to see who in the world would be disturbing me. My eyes met with a beautiful pair of chocolate eyes. Dang, for a woman, she looked really pretty. I changed my expression to a lightly tipped smile. “Hi, I’m Y/N, what can I do for you?” The woman returned the smile. “I’m Billie, I live nearby I just wanted to welcome you into the neighborhood.” Billie extended her hand waiting for me to grab it. I did and wow, her hands were soft. I noticed her body movement, posture, and expression changed a bit. So I asked if she was alright. “Are you alright, Billie?” I just then noticed that she had some beautiful pink-red acrylics on. For some reason, it make me heat up a bit. Get a grip Y/N. I only then started to notice that Billie was walking towards me. She came closer and closer. I tried to distance the space by walking backwards as she advanced towards me. That kept going until my back hit a wall. My breath hitched. “Um, Billie?” Unlike the Billie seconds ago, a new flirtatious side of Billie made its appearance. Billie smirked. “Say, you’re cold for someone your age.” I paled. “Use your words, honey.” Oh Jesus. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, regaining my composure. Billie leaned towards me as she whispered to me, “Don’t lie to me, baby girl.” While she did that, she pushed her thigh towards my core. I gulped. “I’m a ghost..” I mumbled off. Billie triumphantly grinned. Removing her body from me, she said “Come on, I’d like to have a drink with you and a friend.” I stood there dumbfounded. This is going to be a long day.

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Haha I hoped you liked this! I didn’t proofread it so sorry if there are mistakes <3

#sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson #billie dean x reader #billie dean howard #ahsfx #ahs murder house #american horror story

[mcd-ms-rants]

Wow you all are the best <3 <3 thanks so much!!

so without further ado

STUFF I DIDNT LIKE ABOUT SEASON 3:

• Ok why does this season have SO MUCH FILLER

• Waaay too much in my opinion

• We never actually find out what that fragment Zane has is for I mean Emmalyn did find something but she escaped before Zane could force her to say it soooo :/ and then mcd was discontinued

• I don’t understand Aphmau’s reasoning for not being Irene. When Zane says “you would deny your birth?” she tells Zane that she has no memories of Irene therefore she is not her. Well Aph honey tell that to the 38373 tourists that visit everyday just to see you -_-

• Wow was it really that easy to kidnap someone from Phoenix Drop the home of the new Irene damn Zane has his work cut out for him

• I mean he literally walked IN FRONT OF Dante

• Speaking of Zane, i don’t really like his s3 version. Him having the untouchable status of high priest was a big part of his character and removing it made him even more one-dimensional if it’s even possible. Now on top of being a way too simple character you don’t even have the one thing that made you unique. He wasn’t written to be a side antagonist and as someone who likes his concept I feel that he deserves much better. he shouldve been used in s2 as a main antagonist with ivy as a side maybe and not in s3 because it ruined him :(

• Tho why is he not treated as a big threat. He’s a shadow knight. Note that I pretty much skipped past all scenes with Aph in them so if she does something I’ve mentioned below, ignore it. She should’ve sent a warning letter or something to the lords of the neighboring villages like hey the murderous emo priest is back get yo shit together. No one even knows he’s back. for the record I feel like he grew weaker as a shadow knight?? Aren’t they supposed to have greater strength? I don’t understand why his strength level keeps changing throughout the season. It’s apparently easy to defeat Dante but not Lucinda?? Is it bcuz she’s a witch and has long-range magic? Cant shadow knights teleport and use magic too or am I getting it wrong

• I don’t like the ending to Dante and Gene’s fight. He legit laughs and it sounds like he has asthma I’m sorry he sounds like he’s choking there no hate tho...anyway why tf does he leave? All I remember is that the people somehow got freed from his memory magic (again, how??) and surrounded him. why is that a problem?? Knowing him he would’ve just massacred them. or used them as a hostage to force Dante to cooperate this makes no sense

• SO. MUCH. FILLER.

• I don’t like how in Zane’s Wrath it shows a whole village burning and then Zane says “hmm only about 30 people have been slaughtered.” EXCUSE ME HE MASSACRED A VILLAGE ONCE HE CAN DO IT AGAIN. He’s a shadow Knight now where did the advanced strength go?? AND THEN HE SLEEPS RIGHT AFTER. So THIS part of being a shadow Knight applies but his strength doesn’t?? • I don’t like how Emmalyn interacts with Zane. I get that they needed to make it a bit funny but there’s nothing funny about being kidnapped. they should’ve stuck the comedic relief somewhere in between the large amounts of filler. Zane’s a psychopath and a homicidal maniac and Emmalyn should be more scared. I mean it’s evident Zane wasn’t gentle when kidnapping her just look at her house. why is she talking causally. ok even if you argue that he hadn’t shown his true colors yet she knows of him and has heard of what he does. and for the record WHY DOES SHE SPEAK TO HIM NORMALLY AFTER HE SLAUGHTERS SO MANY PEOPLE. Like after the village rampage she cries for a minute and then she’s back to being a scholar who asks waaay too many questions. and purposely withholding info from someone like Zane doesn’t seem like a good idea to me idk abt the rest of you

• I feel like Lilith was really forgotten in the season bcuz of Alina having Shad’s relic and all that jazz. • Garroth was REALLY forgotten. im pretty sure he was neglected the first few episodes and then they chucked him with Hyria to have a really long tea party

• BUT at least we got some Ro’meave angst with Garroth and Zane yelling at each other. wish we got more of it tho it will never be enough

• ZANE IS SUPPOSED TO BE SMART. We can see that so many times in his concept. He’s meant to smart and cunning and calculating and manipulative how could he be that way if he was dumb. STOP WRITING DUMB DECISIONS FOR HIM. I hate how they made Emmalyn keep the fragment someone like Zane would never let anyone else keep something of *zane voice* POWER so why does she have it here. Zane wouldve logically kept it with him. I get that he could be overconfident enough to sleep while Emmalyn was free but no way he’s letting her keep the fragment. The script keeps making him do stupid things whyyy

• Aphmau being a shit friend again. When Lucinda arrives back at the Alliance Island and Malachi tells Aph about all the shit Zane did she’s just like BUT I need to find out about Irene. EXCUSE ME those books aren’t going anywhere but your friends sure are. Even Malachi says “you’re going? What about all the stuff that’s going on at home?” or something like that. YA CUZ WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE KENMUR IS DEAD AND DANTE IS GRIEVING.

• Wow why does Aph sound so surprised when Lucinda suggests making wanted posters you should’ve done it a long time ago

• The way canon mcd was left off was not great in my opinion and in some cases it’s downright awful. Emmalyn is stuck at the werewolf castle and they now know about Aphmau. Zane is powerless and useless, both of which so no favors for his already lacking character so idk what they could’ve done for him anyway. There’s so many inconsistencies throughout mcd regarding the way he was written. Aph wants to go tu Tu’La courtesy of a glowing book. Yay. im pretty sure Garroth is STILL with Hyria. travlyn is just chillin

• Basically pls give characters some better development and opportunities thanks and stop making Zane do dumb things he’s suffering from his lack of character development anyway

#zane ro'meave #mcd garroth #garroth ro'meave #aphmau #katelyn the firefist #aphmau katelyn #mcd emmalyn #mcd dante #aphmau gene #travis valkrum #ya this is another rant post #pls give some better development #we need it #thoughts? #whats your opinion on these points #would love to hear them!!

[downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles]

I knowbi already bothered you but usually im super stoic and stuff yet like I'm such a piss poor baby when I'm sick (cold) could i get some comfort from the turtles and how they'd deal with their girl crying every other minute when they probably ain't ever cried before?

Hun I know exactly how you feel, and don't worry, it's never a bother!

The Turtles take care of sick S/O (SFW, could be any universe tbh):

Leo

• he sort of knew you were sick even before you did

• wasn't sure why but something registered in his brain when he came around you the morning before it hit you, though he wasn't completely sure and decided to hold off lest you not actually show symptoms

• knew he had been right when you weren't up on time the next morning

• started preparing tea before even coming to your room

• knocked gently on your door and only entered when he heard a weak answer from you

• "I got you, you don't need to concern yourself with anything."

• was about to ask you if you needed anything else but stopped in his tracks when he noticed you sniffling and wiping your face, and not from a runny nose

• slight "oh shit" moment

• Sighed and said, "Just let it out, y/n. You don't have to be strong. I've been in the same position."

• like he knew you had to have cried before but didn't think you'd just lay it all out like that in front of him

• knew it had to be bad

• took to your side instantly and sat himself down, bringing up passing conversation to keep your mind off of how your body felt

• was admittedly surprised at the sudden vulnerability

• stayed with you the rest of the day, meditating or getting more tea as you went in and out of consciousness

• here come the waterworks again—

• let you cry it out every time, holding your hand and just agreeing with whatever you tiredly babbled, and often asked if you needed anything

• was oddly warmed by taking care of you

• "Drink the tea, it'll help with your throat. And the water. You need to stay hydrated, alright?"

Donnie

• when he's not the one sick, he's the one taking care of the other three almost every time so knows what he's doing

• asked you particular questions to help pinpoint what exactly you had and how to fix it

• was on his way out as you rolled to your side and started crying softly, to which he disregarded whatever he had been going for to come and ask you what was wrong

• were you hurting? too congested to breathe? fever? He needed to know so he could help you feel better

• "I–I know it feels awful, I really do...but I need you to tell me what's going on so I can help you."

• was quick to comfort you, putting his large hand on your forehead to feel your temperature

• felt really bad about it because he'd never seen you cry until then

• reassured you that it would pass soon enough under his care

• since he was kind of going to and fro his lab and kitchen throughout the day, made Mikey stay with you for the couple of minutes he'd be gone just to make sure he wouldn't miss anything you wanted or need

• constantly came in to check on you after your initial breakdown and always offered to let you have space or to be alone if you wanted

• you wanted him to hold you? He could do that. He would do that

• might get sick himself from the contact but didn't care enough to stop

• seeing you cry for the first time made him feel really sorry, but as you kept on letting it out in front of him started to realize that perhaps you were trusting him with your feelings

• caring for you was both sweet and a bit sad

• "Just go back to sleep, love. It'll help you recover."

Raph

• refused to leave, not even to get something—instead yelled for Mikey so he could stay with you

• wasn't sure if you were up to eat a whole lot but had food prepared anyway just in case

• completely shirked training or working out the entire duration of your sickness

• knitted while you slept

• thought you had been unconscious until he heard a light sob under the covers and immediately put down what he was doing

• "Wait, are you... cryin'? Hold on, I'll holler for Mikey—you don't need anything? Just...feelin' rough?....I know the feeling, princess, I do."

• was taken off-guard

• felt so bad for you; he had been under the impression that you wouldn't let him see you cry like that

• heart panged a little every time he heard you sniffle or whine at all

• got mad at Donnie for not being able to make you better fast enough

• was fixing to argue with him at the doorway but realized that his temper was not helping at all

• "I just want 'er to get better. That too much to ask?"

• made sure to keep himself in check and hugged you and rubbed your back every time you got upset

• sincerely hoped you got through it fast

Mikey

• could not leave your side for more than 30 seconds at a time

• was always running in and out to get you things, ask Donnie about stuff, update everyone on how you're feeling

• already felt so down with you being sick, but as soon as that first tear fell, he scrambled to comfort you

• really did not think anything of it—you were so uncomfortable, how could you not cry?

• "Hey, it's okay, baby! Please don't cry, Donnie's going to get you all patched up. Or...feeling better. You know. Promise."

• could have been considered physically overbearing but he just wanted you to know he cared more about you than possibly catching it

• for once toned it down periodically so you could rest properly, but was anxious on the inside

• "When's she going to get well? Soon, right?" (repeat 10x over the week)

• overly worried for you, thought it was a lot more deadly than it actually was

• "Are you okay? How's your throat? Are you hungry? Do you want something to read? Anything, I'll run for it, y/n."

• recounted his experiences being sick (for all the times he could remember) because he thought it would make you feel better knowing he had been in your shoes

• jumped every time you started to cry out of the blue

• did not even acknowledge that this was the first time he'd seen you cry cuz he was too distracted

#tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt romance #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt x reader #exophilia #tmnt Michaelangelo x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt #self insert

[ushiwakaout]

Omg i read the series of the things you thinks the hq boys will say and is so cuteee may i request it with Hinata??(im not sure if you already write it tho)

HINATA 😭 MY BABY! MY SUNSHINE [thank you btw, very sweet of you, i’m glad you like the series]

mmm mmm mmm, timeskip Shoyo got me feeling all hot and heavy 😩

warnings: Timeskip haikyuu

“Hey honey... Yeah it’s time to get up.” (6:00 am)

“We have early practice today, do you wanna watch?”

“You can just lay on the sand if you want, maybe take a small nap under the nap?”

you: “Five more minutes Sho.”

*will come back in five minutes exactly and dive into your bed*

“Five minutes are up sunshine... get up!”

*he really do be slaming his toned body on yours and starts laughing*

“Come on, get up before I throw you over my shoulder.”

“It’s a little chilly so bring a jacket too.”

“I mean I can just bring mine, and you know i always end up take if off before practice.”

“Hurry up in the shower too.”

“Ready?”

“You look so cute.”

“Come on, lets go- Hold my hand.” (6:30 am)

*holding hands to the beach because you’re his only piece of home*

*okay but Oikawa really did end up contacting you because he could tell how homesick Hinata was getting and you surprised him by moving in his him*

*he definetly cried because he missed you and home*

“Here, *wraps his sweater around you shoulders* so you don’t get chilly” (7:00 am)

“Oika-san!!!”

*watching him play volleyball is such an experience because no matter what it is, practice, scrimage match or a real game, he always plays at 110%*

“Did you bring my sun *hands him his sun glasses* you are A SAVIOUR!”

*cups your face to give you a kissing frenzy.... which just means he kisses your face eveywhere*

“You wanna go wander around and get some breakfast? Just so you don’t get bored, yeah?”

“You know i’ll be fine, you’re here with me in spirit and that’s enough for me!”  (7:30)

*you might have gone overboard and gotten everyone food*

teammate: “Você é um homem de sorte, shoyo! (you’re a lucky man)”

*shoyo smiles as youre handing out his team food and how oikawa pampers you for bringing them food*

“I am, aren’t I?” (8:00 am)

“Y/n come here!!!~”

*Will jump on you so you better catch him so he can hug you*

“You wanna stay at the beach? Have a beach day? We haven’t had one of those in a while.”

“I’m gonna run home and freshen up, you okay staying here while they clean up?”

*shoyo leaves you alone for no more than 10 minutes because your place is someone close to the beach but he came back with his bike and someone was trying to hard to flirt with you*

*Oikawa eyes shoyo when he comes back and they are looking at each other as if they have a plan*

*Oikawa is running in front of the guy and nods at hinata*

*Sho 100% will spike the guys head*

“Oh shoot! Sorry, you where in the way...” (8:20 am)

*casually sits down where he was standing and kisses your temple*

“Is there something I can help you with?”

*believe it or not shoyo is very possesive, especially in brazil*

“Have you eaten yet?”

“Did you wait for me? *sniffle* You’re too good for me.”

*has a tendancy to sway side to side and bumb into your shoulder*

“I think i’m gonna take a nap, wake me up so I can switch sides.”

*stand up and strips off his shirt with one hand and your just like- blushing*

“Oh no, did you burn your face? You’re really red, put on some sunblock”

*he finally learned the diference between sunblock and sunscreen while in brazil*

“Oh? You’re blushin because of me?”

*hes so dumb so he gab s your hand so you can run it down his chest and toned stomatch*

“It’s just skin, what’s so- YOU’RE NOSE IS BLEEDING! I’M SORRY I JUST WANTED TO HELP!” (9:00 am)

*mother fucker doesnt realize how sexy hes gotten since highscool like STOP IT*

“Mmm *waking him up from his nap* Has it been an hour yet? Do you mind putting some sunblock on my back.” (10:00 am)

“Thank you baby, give me a kith.”

*yes he says kith, not kiss.... hes baby*

*will quickly fall asleep because while you put on sunlock on his back, you give him a good rub and hes just drools while falling asleep*

“Has it been an hour yet?” (11:10 am)

*startles you bc you didn’t realize he was awake*

“hehe, sorry... I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You’re so cute, gimme a kith.”

“You’re gonna go for a swim? I’ll catch up in a second.”

*100% oggles at you when youre zipping of his jacket before heading to the water*

*hes slapping his face bc he feels like a perv*

“HOW’D I GET SO LUCKY!!!” 

*yes he did legit just scream it- people are looking at him weird- yes you do start bushing*

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!!!”

*hugs you to the point where you tumble and fall on your ass with him ontop of you*

*shoyo is really emberassing but i don’t think you’d have it any other way*

“Come on, lets get out of the water and get food. All this swiming has made me hungry.” (12:40 pm)

“What do you wanna eat?”

“I’m in the mood for tacos... fish tacos sound good... I want fish tacos.”

“Do you not want fish tacos? We can make another stop, don’t worry!”

*you hold his bicep because hes rolling his bike beside him*

*does that little flex, to try and impress you but-*

“Ow! Ow! Arm cramp!”

you: “I told you don’t need to flex anymore”

*lets out a little Hmph noise and his cheeks are full of air*

“I just wanna impress you baby.”

*HE 100% MAKES YOU RECREATE THAT ONE SCENE FROM CLOUDY W A CHANCE OF MEATBALLS AND U HAVE TO KISS HIM WHEN HIS CHEEKS ARE FULL OF AIR*

“No I don’t want your kisses...”

“Because you’re making fun of me.”

“I want you to apologize.”

“W-with a kiss....” *hes making that little uwu face iudfidfviebfvkjfhedi*

“No you don’t get a kiss back. Hurry up I want my tacos!”

*you make him order since he knows more portuguese*

“ give me a kith or you don’t get your food” (2:00 pm)

*you obviously give him a kiss and hes all happy now*

“Do you wanna eat this at home?”

“You carry this then, I gotta push my bike”

“Ah the apartment is so nice and cold!”

“I’m gonna shower first... Join me?” (2:30 pm)

*you cant tell me this man wouldn’t pick you up in the shower and fuck you so so so so good. hes so sweet with you too because he’s always been naturally thick so he stetches you out a lot especially without prep- and shower sex with Shoyo does NOT come with prep but he does fuck you nice and slow*

*the shower was a big waste of time because he turns off the water and walks you to the bed while he’s still in you and fuck you at the edge of the bed because he loves spreading your legs for him and watching you cum while hes thursting deep*

“Still hungry?” (4:00 pm)

*he really is laughing at how you only nod because wtf... he really does leave you breathless*

*makes you rinse youself off while he re-heats the food*

*you’re legs a wobbling by the time you’re making it to the kitchen and hes just watching you struggle as you sit down*

“Is that my shirt?’

“No, no! D- don’t take it off... It looks good on you.” (4:30 pm)

“That was really yummy, did you enjoy it?” (5:30 pm)

“Wanna watch a movie?”

*makes you watch frozen and frozen 2 because they are his favorites*

“did you hear the theory about Elsa is actually dead in the second one?”

“You want some popcorn?”

“Candy?”

“We don’t have any? I’ll go down the street real fast... Just pause it.”

*really does start dashin home from the store bc he thinks youll start it without him*

“Why am I out of breath? No reason...” (7:40 pm)

“Here, I got you a drink too.”

“Look see! There she looks like she’s transparent.”

“Oh and there! She send the letters through the wind because she can’t physically do it.”

“I’M NOT CRYING!” (9:00 pm)

“HEY! YOU’RE CRYING TO”

*will start to restle you... does it become something more because you grinded on him.... yes it did*

*He’s caressing your head as youre laying on his chest, kissing the crow of your head before whispering sweet nothings into your ear.*

“Goodnight baby...” (10:40 pm)

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu manga #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu spoilers #timeskip haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #hinata shoyo #hinata shoyuo #ninja shoyo #hq shoyo #shoyo hinata x reader #hinata #hinata x reader #hinata icons #hinata headcanons #hinata shoyo x y/n #hinata soft icons #hinata shouyou #anime x you #anime x reader #anime / manga #karasuno #karasuno x you #msby #haikyuu msby #msby black jackal #msby smau #msby x you #msby hinata

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Baby Love - Part 10

A/N - Finally an update!! 💕

chrisevans I'm so excited to announce that Y/N and I are expecting!! We are both over the moon.... i cannot even put into words how happy i am right now.

Mama and baby are both doing great and Dodger is thrilled that he's about to become a big brother.

#BabygirlEvansComingSoon

It was a few weeks after the premiere, middle of May, my 5th month in my pregnancy that Chris finally put out the announcement and surprisingly it went well....better than i could ever have imagined. The messages from Chris's fans were amazing! Of course there was still some haters but nothing that was too awful or couldn't be ignored. It was nice that it was out now and i didn't have to worry about someone finding out and leaking it to the press.

Chris was scheduled to start filming 'Defending Jacob' a series for Apple TV mid June through to July. The good thing being it was filming in Massachusetts, 20 minutes from home so he wouldn't have to stay away.

Chris was finally upstairs getting ready so he could head to set, he had been whining this morning about wanting to stay home with his girls.

I was currently laying on the sofa in a sports bra and shorts, with my now 6 month belly showing while i watched some crappy daytime show.... i had removed Chris's t-shirt when i started getting hot flushes.

"Okay im ready to.....go. Jesus christ why are you half naked right now?" I looked round to see Chris looking me up and down like i was the tastiest thing he'd ever seen. I rolled my eyes looking back at the TV "hot flushes, i sweat through my shirt...i feel like I'm burning alive"

"Such a drama queen" he chuckled

"Excuse you?..... you wanna try going through this??" I snapped, i knew as soon as it was out of my mouth it was uncalled for and instantly felt bad "I'm sorry i didn't mean to snap.... is the damn AC even working?" i said almost feeling like i was gonna cry. Chris came walking over crouching in front of me with a cold cloth and draped it across my forehead.

"That should help a little and i got you some ice..." he passed me a cup of ice chips and i cried.

"Hey! Whats wrong?"

"You're just the best boyfriend ever"

"Awww" he chuckled pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Don't.... I'm all sweaty and gross"

"I like you all sweaty" he wriggled his eyebrows making me laugh "and you're not gross..... you're beautiful. I nearly had a heart attack seeing you laying here looking like this.... now i really don't wanna leave"

"You have to, stop making excuses"

"I dont want to leave you alone like this..."

"I wont be, Scott's coming over we're gonna go for lunch later"

"Oh.... "

"You're okay with that right?"

"Yeah of course" he smiled before leaning in to give me a kiss.

"Hey! its just me!" Scott yelled from the front door on cue.

"In here!" I yelled reaching my hands out to Chris to help me up into a sitting position.

"Yikes! what is going on with you you're a mess" Scott said looking concerned.

"Thanks! Thats just what i needed to hear Scotty" i scooped out an ice chip and popped it in my mouth.

"Hot flushes" Chris told Scott and he pulled a face.

"I'll be okay in a minute, it'll pass. Though im pretty tempted to go jump in the damn pool right about now"

"Stay outta the pool sweetheart, maybe a lukewarm bath or shower would help?"

"I'll be fine Chris, you need to go or you're gonna be late"

"I don't wanna leave you alone...."

"Err hello? Im here, she's not alone" Scott said coming to sit next to me on the sofa.

"Can you put your shirt back on.....i don't feel comfortable...." Chris started to say while looking me over again.

"Stop! I am not putting that thing back on when i feel like I'm in the pits of hell Evans!" I said pointing at the soaking wet t-shirt on the table " besides Scott's seen me in my bathing suit plenty of times.... I'm wearing more now than i was then! also incase you forgot.... I'm not his type"

"I feel insulted!" Scott gasped before smiling at his brother.

"Just go to work! I will call you if i need anything, we'll be fine".

Chris sighed but nodded, he leant in and gave me a kiss and finally left for set.

"Geez he always like that?"

"No, he's got a little more protective as the pregnancy has gone on but that was new"

"He's probably just worried about you. This is the first time he's had to really leave you since you've been pregnant"

"He'll be back tonight! He needs to chill out. I know i sound like a bitch and i really don't mean to but i literally feel like Satan himself is roasting my body!"

"You want some more ice chips?"

"Yes please".

After another 30/40 minutes i finally felt myself cooling down.

"Oh thank god! I think it passed"

"For now"

"Thanks!" I laughed "I've had a few hot flushes here and there but nothing like that... that was brutal!"

"Well I'm glad it passed, why don't you go take a shower and we'll go get some lunch, it will do you good to get some fresh air, we can even take Dodger"

"Sounds good to me".

Scott and i grabbed lunch at a small family run cafe that was kinda tucked away, not a lot of people actually knew about it which was the reason we chose this place when we'd have lunch....it also had a small outside seating area where we could sit with Dodger.

Once we were done with lunch we took Dodger for a walk in the park where he found a new friend, they ran around together for a good half an hour.

"Wow he's gonna be beat" Scott laughed as we sat on a bench watching the two dogs running around.

"Good! He has too much energy!"

I chuckled "i'll be wanting to sleep and he brings me his toys wanting to play its exhausting" i said exaggerating, truth was i loved that Dodger always wanted my attention.

"Well he's gonna have to learn to share you when my niece arrives"

"Do you think he'll be okay with the baby?"

"Im sure he will, Dodge is a good boy"

"The best, i just worry. I worry about everything lately though" i laugh rubbing my hand over my belly "you ready to head back?"

"Sure"

I whistle and call for Dodger and he comes running straight over allowing me to attach he's leash.

"Lets go home bubba" i scratched behind his ear before handing the leash to Scott.

We got back to the house and let Dodger out of the car, he ran straight towards the front door and started growling and scratching at the door.

"Hey stop!" Scott said quickly and Dodger turned to look at him before starting again this time barking loudly.

"Whats his problem?"

"I don't know....."

"Maybe Chris is home?"

"His car isn't here....." i opened the door and Dodger ran inside sniffing everywhere.

"Hey Chris you home?" Scott called out but i already knew he wasn't, this didn't feel right.....

"Scott, somethings wrong....."

"What do you mean?" He asked turning to me looking concerned.

"I don't know its just a feeling i have"

Dodger suddenly ran past us and up the stairs, we followed him up to find him sitting outside mine and Chris's bedroom scratching at the door.

"Chris....." Scott called again thinking Dodger just wanted to get to him but no answer, the house was silent.

Scott stepped forward and opened the door and we both gasped at the what we saw. The whole room was trashed.

"Scott..... what if someones still in the house?" I turned to him with wide eyes as panic set it.

"Stay in here with Dodger, I'm gonna check the house..."

"No! Just call the cops, stay in here with us!"

"I'll be fine! They're probably long gone, Dodger would be going crazy if they were still here...but i just wanna make sure".

"Please be careful! I'll call the cops"

"Okay lock the door behind me".

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#chris evans #chris evans x reader #reader insert #captain america #steve rogers #baby love

[lightskinrry]

no wedding for the bad boys

The one where the bachelor’s party doesn’t go according to the plan

A/N: hello cuties,,, after not writing for a while im back with some angsty shit!!!! i hope you guys like it and don’t hesitate to share your thoughts with me about this mess!!

Word Count: 5k

TW: a loooooot of alcohol; gambling and ANGST.

One of the things you liked so much about being the single friend was that you were always the one to keep the party alive. And now you were about to birth the best party of all times. Your best friend was getting married in two weeks and you were in charge of the bachelor’s party.

And with great power comes great responsibility, you had to plan everything and keep it a surprise. And if there was one thing you sucked at; it was keeping secrets, especially from Harry. He always had his way with you; it was hard keeping anything from him.

You couldn’t quite believe he was getting married. You watched him grow from a horny teenager to a beautiful and inspiring man. You saw him give his first concert in his mom’s living room and then watched him sold out arenas around the world.

You gave him his first kiss and helped him cheat his math tests and now you were his best-woman at his wedding. You helped him break up with his exes, held him while he cried, bringing him tequila and ice cream on bad days, making him laugh once the tears dried away. And he always did the same for you. And now you were gonna be by his side like you’ve always been on the most beautiful day of his life.

You had your little reluctance towards his future spouse. She was a beautiful and independent woman but you felt like you couldn’t see through her. Maybe because she entered into your lives not so long ago and you needed more time to get her. You could tell she didn’t like you much, anyway.

They’ve been together for less than a year and Harry “commitment issues” Styles proposed to her, to everybody’s surprise; even his own.

His mom tried to tell him that he had to be sure before pulling out such a great move. But he was so infatuated, it was too beautiful to bring him back to reality.

You didn’t want to interfere anyway so when he told you, despite your surprise and little bitterness; you supported him like a good friend.

He seemed so happy and into her, you didn’t want to let him know you didn’t trust his future wife or that to you all of this seemed premature. You also didn’t want your own feelings to balance his.

Anyway, you started planning the party ahead of time and everything was going rather well. Miss (future) Styles gave you some instructions and rules to follow regarding the party because Harry said you could do anything you wanted except if she wasn’t okay with it. So no strippers, no hookers, no clowns. Who would even bring a clown to a bachelor party? Well it seemed she didn’t want that anyway. She also said not too much alcohol and no drugs. She could’ve just tell you to cancel the party at that extent. But you had to give in to her commands...

Looked like you were about to organize a tea party for elderly people… Literally, bring out the cucumber sandwiches and put milk in your tea like these old rich british dudes.

You had to find a way to make a real bachelor party. Something huge and iconic; something legendary. You planned on giving Harry a Barney’s worthy type of party.

You thought about every outcomes that could make his future wife freak out. So you decided instead of staying too close to her, why not make a spontaneous move.

You met with the groomsmen and basically all yours and Harry’s friends that would be attending the party to make sure everyone was in with the plan and obviously said nothing to Harry.

You kept the secret until d-day.

You were waiting for him, wearing your red suit, in the lobby. “Harry, we’re leaving now, man. If you’re not out that door in 2, we’ll celebrate your party without you.”

He rushed through the hallway. “I’m right here. Ready to party like I’m already seventy.”

You told him about his bride-to-be restrictions concerning the party so he didn’t expect anything crazy. “No worries, baby. You still look young.”

It was a short ride to his favorite restaurant. You were driving, screaming-singing the lyrics to Got To Be Real and he was singing with you, taking breaks in his track to laugh with you. You parked in his usual spot and walked through the door, all your friends already sitting at the table, cheering when they saw the two of you walking in.

“Ah! Here he is! The man of the night!” Jeff stood to welcome Harry to the table.

You both took a sit and order a few drinks.

The evening went fast, you had great dinner, shared cuban cigars, good alcohol and had the best chocolate cake. Everything was moderate just like Tania asked; a fancy dinner in a fancy restaurant, not too much alcohol and nobody blacked out.... yet.

Harry stood, raising his glass to make a toast. “Thank you guys so much for tonight. I know we wanted to throw a rock’n’roll party…” He gave you a sly look. “But I appreciate that you took the time and care to give me a real grownup bachelor party.” He laughed a little. “I love you guys. I feel so lucky to have friends like you. So supportive and thoughtful. Thank you.”

All of you cheered on him. And one by one all of your friends left, claiming to be going home to their spouses. You and Harry were the last one to leave the restaurant. You stood next to the car, as Harry thanked the staff, waiting for him to come to you.

“So… I have a little surprise for you.” You gave him a sneaky smile.

“Oh god, this cannot be good.”

You smiled and pulled out a blindfold out of your pocket. He shook his head. “No. No. No. That doesn’t look good at all.”

You giggled and insisted. “C’mon. It’s your bachelor party. I promise it’s going to be fun but not too much.” You smiled. “Do you trust me?”

He sighed loudly… “Fine, Y/N. You better not throw me in the back of a truck or some kidnapping bullshit like that.”

You scoffed. “No worries.”

He closed his eyes and you put yourself behind him, placed the blindfold on his face and smiled contentedly. “Good. Now just follow me, baby. I got big plans for you.”

He laughed nervously and turned around to face you. “I feel like I might die tonight. But you know what? I trust you and your fucking crazy ideas. I knew you couldn’t just stop at dinner party and cigars.”

You gave him your best evil laugh and directed him to his seat in the car. You placed yourself in the driver seat, put on your playlist and drove.

After about 30 minutes driving and Harry complaining about the blindfold, you pulled over in the parking lot. You directed Harry through the airport, up until the gate of the plane. There all of your friends were waiting silently, smiling slyly.

“I can’t believe you convinced him.”

Harry turned around on himself. “Mitch?”

All your friends cheered to let him know they were all here.

“Fuck, so that was a group plan, huh? What did she convinced me to do? Because I can tell we’re in a airport, I’m not deaf and this is a bad plan, I can already tell. This is a bad plan.”

You all laughed and you gently stroked Harry’s shoulder. “Harry, when did I ever put you in a bad situation?”

“That time in Atlanta when we ended up-”

“This never happened. It was a fever dream. You know I would never put you in a bad situation.” You cut him in his track, remembering the misadventure.

“What about that night in NYC last year? I remember that basement, Y/N.”

“This wasn’t a bad situation, just a plan that kinda failed.”

He giggled before turning around again. “Okay, so what’s the plan that will most certainly fail today?”

“You get your ass on that plane and you’ll see!”

Harry sighed but with the help of everyone, he got on the plane. You took the blindfold off him and made sure to keep him busy during the flight.

After the pilot announced the destination, you watched Harry’s soul leave his body.

“Vegas? Fucking Vegas? You guys are all mad. Mad men. Does Tania even know?”

All of you gave him a big smile and said “Surprise!” in harmony.

“She doesn’t know. We’ll call her later. Just relax, mate.” Tom smiled at Harry and laid back in his seat.

Harry leaned in your ear and whispered. “She’s going to kill both of us, you know that?”

“Then we’ll both die after the best party of our lives.”

The flight was fun. You guys chattered and laughed. Harry was finally relaxing and giving into the mood. You couldn’t wait until you land to show him all you planned for tonight. But mostly all you didn’t plan; the best nights you spent with Harry were the ones that started without a plan. The ones that were supposed to be chilling at home. Actually even chilling at home turned into the best night. That was the thing; even the most boring shit can be amazing if you’re with the right people.

***

After landing and getting down from the plane, you lead Harry and all your friends to where the party was at; everywhere. You were painting the town red tonight.

You started with a few drinks in the lobby of the hotel, making your way downtown to a Casino just for the sake of being in Vegas, then you moved to a ballroom where a 30s theme party was going on. You sipped on Martinis and Manhattans until the fancy drinks were getting boring so you moved the group to a grunge club. Everybody was dancing and drinking and whatever else they found amusing. You could tell everyone was having fun, especially Harry.

Around 2AM some girl proposed to your group to come to her place cause she was throwing an after-party.  And obviously, everyone followed because following drunk strangers is fun.

You ended up at her place; all of y’all in a tiny apartment with some trash music and cheap alcohol, dancing and screaming until the neighbors called the cops for disturbance. So everyone, as drunk (and high for some) as they were, started leaving and running when the pigs showed up. You rolled with Harry, running through the night in the neighbourhood, laughing and breathing loudly.

“Fuck! I knew this was gonna end badly!” Harry laughed at you while reaching to grab your hand so you could run as fast as he did. You tightened your grip around his hand once you had it and ran to a dark corner.

You placed your hands on your knees and sighed, breathing deeply. “It could’ve been worse. The pigs could’ve arrested us.”

“I’m pretty sure my negotiation skills would’ve gotten us out anyways.”

You scoffed. “Your white ass face would’ve been enough, baby.”

He laughed and grabbed your hands to keep going further away from the girl’s house and the police car. You both were too drunk to even think correctly about where to go. You sent a text to the groupchat asking if everyone was okay and to meet up at the hotel.

But neither you or Harry could tell what way to go so you walked for a little while, stopping by any bar you came across  to get another drink.

You walked for about an hour and you were finally heading back into the city center. Your feet hurt so you stopped in a little park next to a Casino and a crappy motel.

You sat your ass down on a bench and grabbed Harry’s hand to make him sit next to you. He sighed and sat. You watched the sky for a little while.

“The stars look like a bunch of beans. Like a shit ton of beans flying above us.”

You laughed at his drunken comment. “Yep, a sky full of fucking beans.”

You both started singing the Coldplay’s song in harmony but replacing stars with beans all the way through the chorus and cracking up in laughter everytime you emphasize the word ‘beans’.

Harry took a long breath after his giggle and sighed. “Fuck, I’m gonna miss this.”

You looked at him for a second. “What do you mean?”

“Having fun with you like that. I’m gonna miss it.”

“But none of us is going anywhere?” You were pretty confused about his statement.

“Tania wants to settle in Los Angeles.” He turned his head to look at you. “And you know… You’re not…in Los Angeles, you. You’re not.”

You didn’t expect that. You thought if Harry was to ever settle somewhere it’d be in London. “You mean you’re gonna spend all your free time in LA? Fucking LA? Drinking grass smoothies all the time?”

He chortled at your comment. “It seems like that’s the plan.”

You stayed silent for a few minutes, taking the information in. It felt worse than a breakup; you were losing your best-friend and without even knowing it, you threw the goodbye party.

“So you’re really going to marry her and move and we’ll never see each other again?”

Obviously alcohol made it all even more dramatic to you; it was an overwhelming emotion.

“Not never again…”

“C’mon, you know damn well what happens when longtime friends part sides! We’ve watched How I Met Your Mother together!”

He chuckled and then took a deep breath. The air was suddenly heavier, and all the alcohol in your blood was making it hard to keep the focus on the serious conversation.

“We should do one last crazy ass thing together. It’s not like we’re gonna remember it anyway!” Harry pointed the casino with his head.

“You mean blow all of our money on bets and shots of patron?”

“Yep, that’s exactly what I mean.”

You didn’t check your phone as it rang in your pocket and followed up behind Harry running towards the Casino.

You took a last round of shots in the lobby. And you started shouting at Harry, your glass in the air. “You know what? I just remembered you’re getting fucking married, dude! Married? Fucking married. I can’t believe I’m gonna say this but fuck this bitch you’re engaged to.”

Harry laughed and shouted back. “Hey! I’m already fucking this bitch I’m engaged to!”

You cracked up in a laugh. “Noooooo! I mean she sucks! She wants to take you away. Awaaaaaaay.” You hiccuped and took a breath.

“I’m in love with you. I’ve been since like fifth grade or whatever.” You chugged down the rest of your glass.

Harry stopped for a second, he placed his glass on the bar. “Wow. That’s a revelation.”

He giggled and took a sip of his tequila. “I’ve been in love with you since like….. That time in third grade when you punched me in the chin cause there was a bee on me….”

“Oh fuck! I remember…. Your lip bled so much.” You let a little laugh slip through your lips. The alcohol in your blood made you lose sense of the importance of the words you just shared with Harry and what he shared back. And you thought for a second that maybe it was just drunk talk but the stupid smile you couldn’t get off your face reminded you the truth of it: it was going to stink in the morning.

After making sure both of you got enough drinks, you led him in the Casino and stopped at the first roulette table.

“Okay.” You looked at Harry. “What’s the bet though? Cause I will be putting money on something I have no idea how to play.”

“Well if I win, then you have to elope with me.”

“Oh shit.” You took a deep breath. “Fair, but if I win, we are eloping this motherfucker together.”

He scoffed. “Looks like we’re eloping tonight… That word is fucking weird, though. Eloping.”

“Who cares about the word! I’m betting on number 22 and 15. What about you baby?”

Harry took a look at the roulette for a second, placed the cash he had in his pocket on the table. “22;15.” He looked at you with a smug smile.

The dealer spinned the wheel and revealed the winning number. “22. You win.”

You collected your payout with Harry, left a big tip to the server and ran out the Casino to find a chapel.

“This is going to be so bad!!” You laughed out while running with Harry.

“Like every plan you’ve ever put me into.”

You stopped in front of the chapel at the back of the crappy motel.

“I don’t want to get married to Tania… She’s amazing. I love her so much. But it’s so boring. So boring. I want stupid plans and crappy basements party and casinos and unexpected flights and I want to be able to say when I’m 78 and I don’t have no hair left and I smell like old shoes and cheese that I married my best friend and I never regretted anything.”

“You’re being too fucking deep, Harry. There’s a Madonna drag as the officiant in this chapel. You are going to regret this.”

He chuckled before taking your hand. “We, Y/N. We are going to regret this.”

“Yep.”

You took a step into the chapel, glanced at Harry’s face to be met with a big smile and his drunken eyes. “Fuck this, I guess?”

***

You woke up with a terrible headache, your eyes could barely open because the light was too bright in the room. There was a weird smell of old alcohol, carpet and coconut air freshener. You opened your eyes fully only for your vision to be blurry as hell, the ceiling was moving and your head was so heavy, you couldn’t lift it up. You tried to look around you, seeing pulled up green sheets over your naked body and what seemed to be the curves of someone laying next to you. You felt a rumbling in your stomach and that’s the moment you knew; you had to get up…. because you were going to throw up.

You rushed to the bathroom and closed the door behind you. After emptying your stomach, you sat on the floor for a few seconds. The bathroom was small and poorly lit with a little window over the bathtub. You stood up and washed your face, taking the time to look at yourself in the dirty old mirror over the sink. Your hair was a mess and your make up was smudged. You had a huge hickey on your neck and little ones following down to your chest. You got out of the bathroom, holding your head and stumbling slightly. The room was clear since the curtains were pulled, you peaked at who was sleeping in the bed and found Harry, draped in the sheets peacefully snoring. You swallowed the gulp in your throat; this wasn’t good. You checked your phone and to no surprise you had a shit ton of missed calls and texts from your group of friends. Some asking if you’re okay, others where you’re at and some insulting you for not answering.

You gently shook Harry’s body. “Wake up.” He moaned before pulling back the covers to his face. You tugged on them to uncover him, leaving his chest bare. “Wake up, Harry.”

He groaned and turned around to lay on his back, his face turned to the ceiling. “What time is it?”

“It’s almost 9.” He turned to face you, opening slightly his eyes to peek at you. “You’re naked.” He nonchalantly said. You blushed for a second pulling the covers off him to cover yourself. He looked down to himself. “I’m naked, too.”

A floating silence lasted a few seconds before Harry jumped out of bed to find his underwear. “I’m naked! I’m naked. You’re naked. We’re in a bed. We’re in…. Where even are we?”

“In a motel somewhere in Vegas.”

“In Vegas?” His voice got two octaves higher. “Why are we in Vegas?”

“For your bachelor party, Harry. Stop freaking out.”

“Are you asking me not to freak out? We’re in a bloody crappy motel in Vegas and we’re both naked. I can’t remember what happened last night for the life of me and my head is killing me.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, putting his pants back on. You looked at his back and you could see slight scratches marks with the sun light. You started getting dressed too, as fast as you could. Harry grabbed his phone and started scrolling down. You heard him sigh loudly.

“The fuck we did last night, Y/N?”

“Wish I could give you an answer, Harry. All I remember is getting on the plane and then it’s a black hole.”

“Well…” He got up from the bed, wearing only his trousers. You watched his chest for a second, his tattoos and his glowing chest in the sunlight. You caught yourself staring at him; his shoulders, his chest hair, your glaze going down to his trail.

“Y/N?” Harry’s voice resonated.

“Huh?”

“Did you hear what I said?” He tilted his head to the side and gave you a confused look.

“What did you say?” Your eyes lowered to the floor so that you would stop looking at him.

“I said I hope we didn’t do anything stupid. The wedding is next week. I have a stressed and very angry bride-to-be waiting for me at home and at the look of her texts, I’m in for a bad fight.”

You pinched your lips at the thought. What if you did something stupid? What if you messed up? It was already a stressful time for them. And you stewed in with a giant weekend party in Vegas when the instruction was clear: no big party.

“Let’s go find the others and finish our weekend.”

Harry scoffed as he picked up his shirt. “I’m going home. I’m sorry if I’m breaking the mood but I’m hopping on the next flight back to LA.”

***

You couldn’t quite figure out how to place the flashbacks from the weekend. It was already Monday and the wedding was in 6 days. You had flashes of a party in a small and unknown apartment and running in the streets with Harry and playing in a Casino but still nothing on how you got into the motel with him. Harry went back home on Saturday morning and from his voice message last night; he got quite into fight with Tania. She wasn’t happy at all with the Vegas plan but Harry reassured her and apparently everything was better today. You wondered if Harry remembered anything more than you, maybe he could fill in the blanks.

You knew the week was going to go fast and the wedding would be here sooner than you’d think, so you just hoped nothing unexpected would come back to you or him.

On Wednesday, you met up with Harry and the groomsmen for last minute check-ins for the wedding. You walked into the manor Harry reserved for the ceremony and as an obvious bad sign, Tania didn’t even said hello to you and avoided any eye-contact. You kinda wanted to apologize to her. After all, you did mess up a little bit.

“Hey guys.” You walked up to where your friends was.

“Hey Y/N. Did you pick up the ring from the jeweler?” Harry didn’t even look at you. He was signing some papers with the caterer and just asked the question without looking up.

“Yep. Got it right in the bag.”

Harry gave you a little look and you felt weird about it. It wasn’t his usual ‘thanks for doing the job’ look or anything tender. It was cold and almost professional.

You went over your check-ins with the groomsmen. You didn’t talk to Harry for the two hours you were there, not a word or a look. You knew something was off so once the work was done, you asked him to meet you in the bathroom.

You were standing next to the sink, checking your reflection when Harry walked in.

“Is there something wrong with the ceremony?” He asked bluntly.

“No.. Um… I just wanted… needed… to talk to you.”

“About?” He wanted to cut the conversation short and you hated this feeling in your stomach.

You sighed and smiled tenderly to him. “Well… How are you feeling? The big day is so close.”

“I’m feeling okay.” His answer was sharp but you were desperate to understand what was going on.

“Harry… What’s wrong? Why are you so cold?” You insisted.

He took a deep breath and closed the door behind him, making sure it’s locked.

“You know how I said I hope we didn’t do anything stupid in Vegas?”

“Yes.” You were confused about where he was going with that but it seemed bad.

“Well, we did something stupid.” His jaw clenched and you felt out of breath. “We did something so fucking stupid, Y/N.” You swallowed the gulp in your throat. “We fucked. I can’t even believe it. I don’t even remember how we ended up in that crappy fucking room. All I remember is how I had sex with….” He didn’t even look at you. “I cheated on my wife, before we even fucking got married.”

You couldn’t say anything, the images slowly came back to you.

“You have nothing to say, huh?”

Your ‘humour coping mechanism in stressful situations’ reflex kicked in at the wrong time. “Well, technically it’s not cheating, the bachelor party is a single man party.” You laughed nervously.

“It’s all your fault. We said no fucking party. No big stupid plans, but you had to go against our wishes because you’re so fucking selfish.”

You couldn’t say a word. You never seen Harry so mad at you before.

“Look, I’m sorry your dating life is such a mess. And that you can’t find anyone, but I did. I found someone. Someone amazing and then I fucked this shit up because you couldn’t go without one party.” He rapidly passed his hand through his hair, and sighed.

You felt anger boiling down in your stomach. Him being mad was comprehensible but it wasn’t all your fault.

“You fucked this shit up, yourself. I wanted to throw a fun bachelor party for my best friend. You wouldn’t have had sex with me if you didn’t wanted to. Because deep down, you know you don’t want this marriage. You don’t want to be stuck with Miss Boring Pants and spend the rest of your life here in LA, drinking grass smoothies and having to partake in her posh high standard life. You know that’s not what you want. You know it was premature to propose so soon in the relationship. You’re mad at yourself, Harry. Get a grip. You shouldn’t do this.”

It all slipped. You just couldn’t hold it in.

“I shouldn’t do what?” Harry’s face was red, his nostrils were open and the vein on his neck was popping. You could tell he was holding back the tears at the gate.

You took a deep breath and a calm voice. “Get married. You shouldn’t get married.”

He filled his lungs with air and exhaled loudly, trying to keep his composure.

“Listen carefully Y/N. You are nobody to tell me what I should or shouldn't do. What happened in Vegas was a drunken mistake and I won’t let it ruin the best day of my life. I won’t let you ruin the best day of my life. So here’s what’s going to happen. We’re going to go through the ceremony with no slips and then I’m moving to LA with Tania. And you, you move out of my life.”

Your heart sank to your stomach, and your face was boiling; the tears slowly gathering in your eyes.

“You don’t mean it.” Your voice was almost like a whisper.

“I do, Y/N. From now on, I just want to make sure this wedding is the perfect wedding Tania wants.”

He unlocked the door of the bathroom and left without looking back. You brought your hand to your chest as if it would soothe the pain and let the tears flow down your face. It couldn’t be real.

***

It was hard going on like nothing happened but if there was anything you could do right now was make sure you got your best-woman duties done. The wedding was tomorrow and you had to finish your speech. What would you even say? “To my ex-best friend, I wish you the best to you and your boring wife.” That sounds about right.

You were waiting for Jeff to come in with the last informations regarding the ceremony so that tomorrow everything goes according to the plan. You heard a knock on your door, you got up thinking Jeff came in early and opened up. A postman with a big envelope was standing there.

“Y/N  Y/L/N?” He asked, looking up from his notes.

“Yes, herself.”

He asked for your id and verified it. “That’s for you.” He handed you the enveloppe and after you took it, asked for you to sign the delivery papers.

You thanked him and got back inside. You sat on the sofa to open it, there was a Vegas postage on it and your heart missed a bit.

You slowly opened the envelope. Inside you found a marriage license legally binding you and Harry for life. You pinched your lips and took a deep breath. This was a mess, a huge mess.

How on point was this news? Good way to make sure his ceremony goes exactly like they planned when you’re going to come in and let them know they can’t get married anymore.

You sat back and tried to clear your mind.

You were officially married to Harry…. And Harry is about to actually get married tomorrow. This didn’t make much sense but you had to think of a solution and quick.

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Le vent se lève, il faut tenter de vivre

Peter Parker x Reader

A/n : this was definitely not inspired by Barbie Mermaidia 👀

Synopsis; The wind rises its time to try and live. Peter becomes Spider-Man and has to push you away. He realises its the biggest mistake hes ever made.

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You and Peter had always been the best of friends. You were almost inseparable since the day you met. Both of you were desperately in love with each other, and everyone knew it. But neither of you wanted to ruin the perfect friendship you had, so you both stayed quiet enjoying your precious friendship.

You were only 12 the day you got bitten and far from being ready to handle such powers, and you thanked Peter every day for being there for you.

You were soon under Tony Stark's wing, and Peter loved all your stories. But when you came back every day with a brand new adventure to tell, the same name came up and filled him with jealousy.

You apparently had another best friend. One that was a superhero this time. The name Wiccan came up in all your stories and even buzzed up your phone.

Peter knew very well who he was even if he'd never met him. It was this fantastique new Avenger who was about your age. He was apparently somehow related to Scarlet Witch, and Peter hated how close the two of you were.

So when Peter heard some parts of your conversation with him and the words "I love you." and "Babe" popped up, Peter didn't even know how to react. It made him sick and boil up with jealousy that these words weren't for him

But because he loved you, he sucked it up and kept his anger for himself, wondering why you never talked about your relationship with the hero.

A little after Peter turned 15 your fates intertwined like it was meant to be. He got bitten the same way you did.

When he woke up from his 15h nap, you were there with a hot bowl of soup, speaking only in whispers.

The second you walked in the room and made eye contact with him you felt sudden sparks, almost impossible to explain.

"Hey" his rasped voice rang through his small room.

"You ok?" You took a seat on his bed.

"Yeah" he cleared his throat and sat up, the covers falling from his bare chest.

Your eyes quickly darted from his eyes to his chest and his chest to his eyes. You'd seen Peter shirtless millions of times but this was different. He was ripped like he'd been working out for days on end.

You felt your cheeks burn up and you cleared your throat realizing the spider bite truly had the same effect it had on you years ago.

"How's that spider bite treating you."

"Alright." He sighed and took your hand playing with your fingers for a few seconds "I feel terrible." He laughed to himself before finding himself stuck to your hand. He shook it a few times panicking when your hand didn't leave his.

"Oh my god." You laughed. "Happened to me with paper. Trust me, way worst." You shook your head. "Here." You placed a hand on top of his and looked him in the eyes. "I want you to relax Peter. Ok? Think of something you love, take a deep breath" You smiled and he nodded, Peter only having to look up to see the thing he loved the most.

A few seconds later and his hand slipped away from yours, both your hands suddenly feeling cold.

"Thanks."

You gave him a small smile suddenly feeling calm when you were around him. You felt like you could take anything as long as he was with you. You didn't know if it was you spider senses pushing together, or just the fact that you had the biggest crush on him.

"You'll learn to control it." You smiled taking his hand in yours. "Don't worry."

Your phone buzzed showing the name Peter hated so much. A bitter taste of jealousy filled Peter's mouth, making him determined to be better than any superhero ever was. He didn't know if it was the spider bite who made him this brave but he sure liked the feeling.

"Hi, babe." Your bubbly voice rang through Peter's ears like poison.

"Oh ok." You frowned. "Coming right away."

"I have to go, Tony needs me." You stood up and grabbed your bag from the floor. "I really wish I could stay." you gave him an apologetic smile and kissed his cheek before leaving.

Peter dropped on his bed and sighed in frustration, hating the thought of you loving someone else. He was sick to be just your friend, he really wanted more.

So one thing led to another and Peter left into the city, not waiting for you to help him, he wanted to get strong and show you he was more worthy than any hero.

-

"That was amazing!" You high fived Wiccan before jumping out of the plane.

"Tell me about it." He laughed.

Your phone buzzed the familiar number of your mother popping up.

"Heyo."

"Y/n... Where are you?" your cheery voice contrasted with the sadness of your mother's.

"Stark tower. Why? Is everything ok?" Your heart started to race.

"Can you come home, please. And ask for a ride, I don't want you alone." Your mother's tone didn't help the fear rise in you.

"Ok. But what happened Mom."

"Something's happened to Ben... And um... we can't find Peter." Her words were enough to send your mind into autopilot.

"On my way" You grabbed your bag and left, the tears in your eyes enough to make Happy drive you back with no questions asked.

You tried to dial Peter's number but you were face to face with his voicemail. Panic rose in you as you started out your window. The second you'd cross the bridge to Queens, you knew you had to find Peter.

"Happy stop here."

"But were miles away from-"

"Happy please." You cried out making Happy fall silent.

You placed your mask before jumping out of the car and swinging away, leaving your bag and phone with Happy.

You roamed the city for Parker, didn't even sense the gun watching you with every move.

After a good 30 minutes, you made a full stop at Peter's window, wishing with every bone in your body that he had come back.

The second you saw Peter the pressure immediately dropped.

You opened his window and hugged him for dear life, not baring to lose him.

"Don't do this to me ever again." You cried as you jumped in his arms. Peter's arms slowly came around your body.

"He's gone Y/n and it's all my fault." Peter cried into your shoulder some pressure finally releasing.

"Don't say that." You held on tighter to him.

"Yes! I should have stopped that guy when I had the chance!"

"Peter you didn't do anything. Please promise me you won't go after that man alone. And please wait for me to train you a little, bad things happens when you don't know how to use your powers. Peter with great power comes great responsibility." You pleaded.

"Where did you hear that." Peter looked at you his eyes getting glossy.

"Ben told me when he found out..."

"He knew about you!" Peter's eyes went wide.

"I wanted to tell you but he told me not to say anything. May didn't know either!"

"I-" Peter didn't say anything else and held you tight, sobs coming out of his mouth.

"Peter trust me this isn't your fault." You placed a hand through his hair trying to make him feel better.

"You don't get it Y/n. He-" Peter met your eyes, fear coming up to his brown ones. He suddenly pushed himself away from you realizing what he had to do to keep you safe.

"Peter?"

"We can't be friends anymore."

"What?" Your eyes widen.

"I said we can't be friends anymore. Forget I ever exist." He looked at you so deep in the eyes it almost scared you.

"Peter. What? What did I do?" Warm tears started falling down your eyes. "I've done nothing but to try and help you."

"Leave, please." Peter raised his hand towards the window, his voice cracking at the last word.

"Is it about Ben? You wished I was there to save him don't you?" That didn't even cross Peter's mind.

"No! It's not about Ben." Peter cried out his voice cracking even more. He loved you and didn't want to let you go but he didn't have a choice. He'd angered the man who killed Ben, and he was now looking for you. If Peter was far away from then they would probably leave you alone.

"Then what is it, Peter!" You slightly raised your voice regretting it in an instant. "I'm sorry." You wiped a few tears away from your eyes and left in a hurry, leaving both of you heartbroken.

You made a full stop in a small alley.

"Im so stupid!" You kicked a rock, guilt already building up in your stomach. You pealed your mask off and threw it on the floor already feeling sick.

"Don't say that sweetie." A deep voice rang from behind.

You turned around a fell face to face with a strong man.

Before you had time to react you were knocked down by a second guy who was right behind you. Your unconscious body fell right Into their bag.

Happy fumbled through the back seat to find your ringing phone.

"I knew she should have kept it" he grumbled before taking it and answering it.

"Hello Y/n where are you!?" A woman's voice came out of the machine.

"Mrs. L/n? This is Happy, Y/n left the car a while ago she forgot her phone. Is everything alright."

"Happy? Oh hi. Um yes... Actually no. Y/n hasn't come home yet how long ago did you drop her off?"

"I'd say about an hour ago." Happy sighed.

"Oh god." Happy could hear her tears through the phone. Like the shock of losing a dear friend wasn't enough, her own daughter hadn't come home.

"You want me to search for her?"

"No um, I'll make a few calls and I'll come back to you if I need anything. But thank you."

Happy sighed and placed the phone back in your bag.

When May received the call she first went to Peter. The situation already being very difficult, she feared Peter's reaction.

"Peter, have you seen Y/n today?"

"No" Peter's tone felt cold and monotonous much to May's dislike.

"Have you talked to her today?"

"No" he sniffed his tone still being hard to take in.

"Alright." May backed away.

A day hours later and still no sign of you. Tony Stark had gotten involved this time, and made a team up to try and find you.

So when Peter heard May on the phone with your mother, his heart raced and his palms felt sweaty.

His mind twisted before thinking the worst. He had succeeded. He had taken you, hostage. like he promised Peter he would.

When Ben died, he chased the culprit not thinking of the consequences. So when his phone ringed with a picture of you, the man promised he would hunt you down and hurt you.

"Shit." Peter punched his wall in anger, pain filling his body. He lost Ben, he couldn't lose you too.

Peter fumbled through his closet and grabbed a hoodie and the web-shooters you gave him before running out his window.

Peter roamed the streets of NY before finding a white wagon that looked just like the one he saw the night before.

Peter could hear the men's faint whispers. Their words sent Peter's blood to turn cold.

"You have the girl."

"Yeah, and the gun."

Peter gulped before getting himself ready to jump and punched the hell out of them.

He was about to shoot a web when an arm grabbed his shoulder.

"Whoever you are. Don.'t" A deep teenage voice made Peter turn around.

A handsome face greeted him. Peter felt jealousy and anger rise as he recognized Wiccan.

"You're Peter aren't you?" Wiccan's face lights up with a smile.

"Maybe," Peter grumbled not happy at all to see Wiccan knew who he was.

"Well, Peter. I must say you are quite Handsom Y/n is right." Wiccan laughed to himself, making Peter knit his eyebrows.

"Anyway, you can't take these guys by yourself you know? You just got these powers, you need to get use to them. I'll help you." He gave Peter a bright smile, making Peter want to throw up.

"Im ok, thanks." Peter bitterly replied and shot a web right at the guys.

"Great, he's stubborn too." Wiccan followed him towards the van.

The boys started fighting, Peter not knowing what to do half of the time.

Before he knew it Peter was sent flying and hit his head on the floor falling unconscious.

"C'mon!" Wiccan grumbled before punching a guy right in the face and running towards Peter.

He grabbed Peter and left for the Avenger compound.

Peter woke up with a blinding light. He rubbed his eyes a headache kicking in.

"Where am I?" Peter sat up and rubbed his eyes more.

"Stark tower." Wiccan's voice echoed through the room.

Peter's stomach did a twist. So much for trying to be better than him. He started to feel sick, he humiliated himself in front of your boyfriend.

"Agh" Peter rubbed his forehead trying to calm himself down.

"You took a big hit. I really hoped that pretty face of yours wasn't too damaged, Y/n would have killed me." He laughed to himself again while placing his headband back on.

Peter stayed focused on his aching head, ignoring Wiccan's comment. He was hating him more and more every one of his words felt like pure mockery.

"The rest of the Avengers are trying to find her. You can come with me when you feel better."

"Yeah, yeah" Peter grumbled hating the smile he was giving him.

"What?"

"Nothing" Peter definitely wasn't in the mood to talk.

"God, Y/n told me you were much much nicer than this." He laughed trying to ease the tension.

"Well, apparently I'm not." Peter snapped before realizing he shouldn't bring his pain on him. "I just made a stupid mistake, and now she's paying the price for it. We both are." Peter sat up.

"What do you mean?" Wiccan folded his arms getting more Interested in what Peter had to say, not even caring about Peter's mood swings.

"The guy who took her. He killed my uncle. I went after him that day and he caught me. He told me he would hurt her if I continued hunting him."

"And you did." Wiccan finished already knowing the story. "Let me guess, you pushed her away thinking she would be safe?" Wiccan chuckled. "Ah, stupid straight boys" Wiccan said mainly to himself before leaving the room.

Peter shot his head towards him and knitted his eyebrows once again not understating what he meant.

Meanwhile, you woke up, tied up on a chair in the back of a van.

"Morning sleepy head." A tall man jumped in the van and walked towards you a gun in hand.

"Your friends were here, the brown-haired one was there too." He smirked. "He's falling right into our trap. Bet they'll be back"

He caressed your cheek with his gun.

"Can't wait to torture you in front of him." He laughed and you just stayed quiet. "You know our boss is furious he came after us. We told him we'd hurt you if he continued, but I guess the little boy wanted revenge for his uncle, how cute." He pouted and made a baby voice.

Your eyes widen as you connected the dots. Peter pushed you a way to get revenge on Ben, it had to be the answer to his sudden mood change.

The front door opened and a new man entered putting himself behind the wheel.

"Brother?"

"Yeah?"

"Where too?"

"The base." The first man looked at you and played with his gun.

"Which base?" The one behind the wheel replied.

"The one in Tokyo." He sassed.

"Alright then, Tokyo it is!" The other one happily said before starting the car.

"No, you idiot! The one we just came back from!"

"Oh Yeah! Sorry, that makes more sense." The man stupidly laughed and turned the wheel.

You looked between the driver seat and the man holding the gun, confused by their stupidity and already thinking a way to use it as your advantage.

"What?" The first man spat when he saw you stare at him.

"Nothing, just-" you thought for a second. "I've been captured by your boss before, and um" you looked at the road. "this is not the way there." You shook your head.

"What?"

"No this is clearly going to bring us right in front of the Avenger tower." You nodded. It didn't take the men much to believe you.

"Did you hear that!?" The first man spat to his brother. "You're bringing us right Into these superheroes! That's why I'm mom's favorite!"

"Hey! That's not true!"

"Yeah, it is! She even said so!"

"Oh, and you know what she said to me?" The one behind the wheel angrily replied while slightly turning around to face his brother, losing eyes on the road and causing the van to turn.

"Boys! Eyes on the road!" You screamed, the chair you were tied to slid to the other side of the van and hit a wall making your side crash into it.

Cars were honking making the driver come back to his seat and grumbling words that you wouldn't be able to hear without your spider powers.

"Sorry." He grabbed your chair and placed you back.

"So tell us where to go." He looked at you hope in his eyes.

You eyed the road and thought for a second. You remembered your favorite barbie movie, where the mermaid prince was held, hostage. You clearly didn't know if it was going to work, but what did you have to lose.

"Left."

"Go left!" He screamed at his brother.

"GOING LEFT!"

A few seconds passed and he was back at an intersection.

"Now?"

You looked at the road again.

"Left"

"Go Left!" He repeated you like a parrot.

"GOING LEFT!"

The car turned, making your chair slightly move.

"Thank you, means a lot to us. You see it's our first week." The man kindly smiled, and a small amount of pity filled your stomach.

"Now?" The brother behind the wheel screamed.

"Now?"

"Left."

"LEFT!"

"GOING LEFT." You bit your lip to stop laughing way to happy this worked.

While you gained yourself some time the Avengers were roaming the streets for the white van Wiccan had talked about.

"Guys!" Bucky screamed to the group eyeing a white van who was turning around the same block.

Cap observed the van from the rooftop a few seconds while Sam scanned the registration slate.

"Matching" he nodded over the intercom.

"Why is it turning around?" Bucky asked laughing at the stupidity of the situation. "They're gonna get caught by the police." He laughed while joining the team.

You smiled when you heard the loud thump of captain American and saw falcon arriving straight at you.

The man didn't even have time to blame you that the car almost flipped around trying to escape them.

But lucky for you iron man came swooping in and shattered the door, grabbing you in the action.

Cap took care of the van while Tony dropped you a few blocks away.

You fixed your clothes once on the floor and was surprised when Tony hugged you.

"You scared us, kid." You thought he was about to cry and you were just happy you managed to pull that trick on them.

"Why were they going around in circles?" Bucky arrived and looked at you for answers.

"Oh, let's just say they were dumb enough to think I knew where their base was."

The whole team burst out laughing, and two boys arrived in front of you.

"Oh thank god they found you." Wiccan jumped into your arms making Peter look away and leaving him feeling more hurt than anything.

"Peter?" You titled your head seeing a sad Peter standing behind Wiccan.

"Hey" he waved his hand and gave you a sheepish smile.

"I'll let you two figure some things out." Wiccan laughed to ease the tension and left towards Tony.

"Hey."

"Hey." Peter swung his arms on each side of his body.

"im sorry." He sighed and looked at his feet. "It was wrong for me to push you away like that. I just-"

"You wanted to protect me." You sighed. "And look pushing me away isn't going to do anything. Sticking together will." You smiled and walked closer to him.

"Im sorry." Peter looked at you and you rested your hand on his shoulder.

"It's ok." You smiled.

"I'll go back home." He played with a rock on the floor. "I'll let you stay with your boyfriend." He nodded towards Wiccan who was talking to Tony.

"Boyfriend?" Your eyes went wide and you started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Peter asked more than confused.

"He's not my boyfriend." You tried to calm down your laughter. "He's gay!"

Peter's face fell which made you laugh even more.

"But- Why did you call him 'babe' and say 'I love you' over the phone?"

"Peter, I say babe to my girls all the time. And 'I love you' because he's my best friend!" You looked at him your tone getting a little more serious.

"Really?" Peter's face lights up like a Christmas tree.

"So he isn't your boyfriend?" He continued, loving the turn this conversation took.

"No!" You chuckled.

"Then no one is there to stop me from doing this." Peter took your hand before smashing his lips to yours, the kiss being like an explosion of fireworks.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #Peter Parker x you #Peter Parker x y/n #barbie #spider man x reader #spiderman #spider #spider man x y/n #tom holland #tom holland x reader #TOM #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader fluff #x reader #reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x y/n #y/n #peter parker x y/n #nalu #barbie mermaid tale #mermaid #left #fanfiction #fan fiction #fan fic

[achilleasfury]

Jason finding a child that looks like his gay boss in his workshop/room and decides to raise it, after his lover just fucking dissapeared(part one)

(this kinda evolved from an idea based on @neerasrealm ) A child. There was a fucking child in his workshop. How the hell did the child get in here. And why the fuck did it look like Zalgo, but in tiny and annoying. And it cried. Why the fuck did it cry. And why the fuck did Jason know how to deal with a crying baby. Actually he didnt, but after picking the child up and cradling it for a few minutes, it went silent. For a second he hoped it just kinda died, but as he looked at it, it smiled at him. Why the fuck did a child smile at him. And where the actual fuck was Zalgo. The damn god had a lot to explain. He better would come home soon. Jason sighed, shifting the child on his waist. He had no idea what he should do now. The best probably would be to just wait for Zalgo and drink tea. Maybe strangle the infant, if it was too annoying, but who could predict the future? Jason couldnt. After a little preparation, Jason could put the child aside and make himself tea in peace. He then proceeded to just grab a random book, place himself on the couch next to the baby and relax. He quiet enjoyed the peace. For 30 minutes. After that period of time, the damn child started to fucking cry. As he looked to the baby, trying to figure out, what was wrong this time, his eyes lit up a little green. This silented the baby and it stared with big big eyes up to Jason, probably confused. Or exited. Because it started to laugh. What kind of magic man was Jason with children?? The ginger just put the child back down again, thinking about what humans and their offsprings needed to survive. Food. They needed food, just like him. And babys needed to be feed like every two hours. Jason just stared blankly at his tea. If he would have to keep this fucking child, he wouldnt be able to sleep long. “Oh fucking hell. This is horrible.” What did babys even eat? They didnt have teeth yet, so.. Jason got flashbacks from the ‘how to fuck’-lesson from his father. He was m a l e. He couldnt breastfeed a baby. But who could? And if noone could, what should he do then- panic rushed trough Jason. He didnt wanted to have to bury an infant. This couldnt be his legacy. This wouldnt be his legacy. Much to his exitement, a bottle of warm milk just fucking popped up besides him, like something was watching him and decided to gift him mercy. He looked up, shot a quick smile to the roof. Just to be nice and not get set on fire. He didnt wanted to have too much stuff to relate to Natalie and Jane. Another sigh escaped him. He already felt tired. If Zalgo wouldnt come back soon, Jason surely would lit something on fire. Arson seemed to be the perfect answer to everything now. He may should consider getting a therapist. And then sent the bill to Zalgo. After feeding the baby, he just put it down. “You need a name. What in the world even are you? You know, I hope its just a nightmare and I wake up later and you’re not there anymore. That would be perfect.”, Jason waited a few seconds, just for the dramatic effect. Then he looked up the gender of the infant, while trying not to cringe. “You’re a boy... And you look like a really really young Zalgo..”, he needed to think about that. “Fuck it, you’re just gonna be named Zacharias, Zach for short. Why? Because I want non-german and non-israeli speakers to suffer, when you’re going to be older.” Jason then proceeded to smile down on Zacharias, then look at him in absolute disgust as the baby vomited over himself. “This is a fucking joke, right? Are you fucking kidding me?”, Jasons eyes lit up comepletly green. He rememered why he was disgusted by young kids, and terrifyed by teenagers. After cleaning up this mess, searching after baby clothes, not finding any, then proceeding to sew some fitting ones, changing Zacharias’ clothes, and drinking a glass of red wine, Jason was comepletly done with everything. The best part of this was that Zacharias had fallen alseep during the clothes changing. And then Jason fell asleep next to him. (I WANTED IT TO BE LONGER, BUT IM JUST GETTING OUT OF AN BLOCKADE IM SORRYYY- I’ll try to upload the next part tomorrow or at last at wednesday :))

#creepypasta #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta jason the toymaker #zalgo #jason the toymaker #creepypasta zalgo #writing #fanfic #jalgo #fuck it its gay #but zalgo isnt even there #still gay #fanfiction #creepypasta fanfiction #i hate tagging posts bc i dont know how #emberassing #wrong spelling right #embarassing #thats right i guess lmao #neerasrealm and zilia1938 kinda of collab #but at the same time its just me writing it #and cc giving me ideas without intending it #so she still gets credit for being amazing

[jaeyunluvs]

birthday surprises - arón piper imagine

Author’s Note: Thanks for all the positive comments I’ve got on my last headcanon im so happy sdfjsfhds okay anyways here’s the actual first fanfic here we go people!!

SECOND NOTE: There was a problem with my laptop so it doubled a paragraph i’m so so sorry :(( edit: I fixed it

you can read my headcanon here

warnings: nothing. fluff i guess ah and maybe a tiny angst in the beginning

a short disclaimer: i dont know any of these people personally! english is my second language i may have mistakes (let me know if i do) . also i dont really know how to speak spanish so im sorry!!! 

anyways enjoy!!

“Do you think he’ll be here?” you asked your sister painfully while sitting on the table eating lunch. Your birthday was tomorrow and you were in your hometown to celebrate your birthday with your siblings and some friends from your childhood nothing much. But your boyfriend, Arón was in the shooting for Elite.

“Honey he’ll try his best but I don’t think he will. He’s a successful actor you know that.” your sister Maya said.

You tried to understand but you didn’t feel happy. You and your family adored him which is a good thing and this made you so happy because he meant a lot to you. But he was the only person you actually wanted to spend time with

“I’ll kill him and punch his face if he doesn’t show up! He’s a cool bro but tell me if you need anything.” your brother Leo told you.

“Leo calm down, stop planning on the poor boy!” your sister Maya defended him.

While they were arguing. You stared at the outside from the window, rain pouring down from the sky. Raindrops on the ground, the fresh feeling of rain, the smell of nature just made you feel better. 

After staring at the beauty of nature, Aron called. You immediately run to your room and accept the call from with your sweaty hands.

“Hola, amor”

“Hi aron, i miss you”

“Yo tambien amor, please forgive me but I won’t be able to make it to your birthday can we celebrate it later?” he says in the phone but actually suffering cause he hates it when you’re sad and not be able to spend time especially special times together.

“oh, okay sure” you said while tears pooling in your eyes trying not to make Aron notice. You tried to find an excuse to end the call “then we’ll talk later i gotta go mom’s looking for me.” 

“bye carina” you ended the call without hearing him saying bye but you didn’t want him to understand you’re crying and sad because you support his work and you didn’t want him to think you’re a baby (WHICH HE DOESNT I PROMISE). You sat on your bed cried for hours eating ice cream, hugging your dog and watching romcom movies with your sister. (A/N. typical lol)

Meanwhile in the Elite set:

After the call, Aron was actually very unhappy. Miguel and Omar tried to cheer him up. Their work was only waste of time because they know you’re the only person that could make him happy.

You met the elite cast in the first month you started dating Aron which right now it's been 6 months since you've started dating. Everyone loved you and very happy that their friend Aron is dating such a wonderful lady.

"I have an idea. Let's go all together. Aron call her Y/N's sister immediately we have a surprise to do!" Danna chirped.

"But how are we gonna go all together?" Aron asked still sad, in the verge of crying.

“Also The director said we can’t go.” said Claudia with a sad expression.

“I’ll go talk to him we can all have a day off can’t we?” Omar tried to cheer everyone up. He is one of the most cheerful person in the cast which this was the one of the reasons why you loved Omar. After the idea popping up, Itzan and Omar went to talk with the director.

10 minutes passed Aron was still stressing out and feeling unbelievably sad (a/n: this baby cares about you so much ahh sdfhsh <33). Danna and Ester being completely positive they tried to plan the surprise.

After 30 minutes Itzan and Omar came back with good news. They explained that they can have the day off but they begged the director so bad that the director was going to explode. 

“That cabron was being so rude! But he’s nice that he accepted so let’s go!” said Omar.

“Madre Mia, Aron you owe us a favor!” claimed Itzan laughing while watching Aron jumping in his seat.

The cast was extremely happy.

The car ride was so fun but weird at the same time. Maria and Jaime couldn’t come but they promised to celebrate it later. Jorge and Miguel partying in the background. Itzan and Aron chatting about rap. Omar and Alvaro sleeping. Last but not least all the girls were sitting together planning everything.

“Aron, what are the things she like? Like what’s her favorite movie?” Ester asked curiously so she can get an idea and brainstorm about the surprise.Aron answered with a low husky voice “She likes dogs, music, and her favorite movie is 10 Things I Hate About You. Mi amor loves oldies.” he smiled while thinking of what you like. He likes every single one of you. I guess this is called love. But are you also in love with him? Are you guys ready to tell that you guys love each other? Rejection. Fear. Concern. Little did he know that you felt the same.“oohh but 10 Things I-” Maria was interrupted by Aron.

“Ay dios mio! I have the perfect idea!” Aron said excitedly. He explained his dearest friends.

They called Maya and Leo to make the surprise possible. They were too happy and they told Aron that you were so sad he immediately felt like an evil and stopped talking. But the plan made him felt better.

It was going to be perfect.

Anyways after 8 hours of the car ride. Everyone was tired. They went on the ride at the night and now it was morning.

Aron was coming.

For his love

The girl he loved.

For you.

The Birthday Day

“WAKEY WAKEY Y/N IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY!” Your sister Maya and brother Leo shouted. They were so excited for the surprise. 

The party was going to be in the house so Maya had to take you out of the house until night. 

(A/N: Just a side note sorry for interrupting but your parents are not gonna be in the party!)

You grumbled and mumbled a few curse words under your mouth and woke up.

“Today we’re gonna shop, go meet Y/B/F/N and go to the movies!! It’s gonna be so much fun!” Maya said excitedly.

You smiled at your sister and grateful that she wants you to be happy. You tried to forget Aron for that day and have a nice time. 

After eating breakfast you went out. Your phone was blowing with birthday messages and some dm’s from instagram about Aron’s arrival to the hometown by fans but Maya immediately caught the phone while she sent you to get something. 

The day went great, you went to see Avengers Endgame which is one of your favorite movies, you went to shopping, bought a sunglasses, ate junk food, done silly stuff. But Aron was nowhere to be found for you. There was no message or calls which made you feel so bad inside. 

On the other hand, the house was crazy, people trying to cook, plan, decorate the house... It was already a mess.

After the effort that almost 25 people given has done and it was the time that you were going to be taken back home by Maya.

“Y/N it was a great day. happy birthday te quiero mucho. Now go to house I’ll be back i’ll park the car ” she hugged you in the car, then you went out. While you were trying to open the door you heard a similar melody.

“You’re just to good to be true,”

“Can't take my eyes off of you“

“You’ll be like heaven to touch,”

“I wanna hold you so much”

“As long as love as arrived”

“And i thank god I’m alive”

“You’re just too good to be true,

“Can’t take my eyes off of you.” 

You saw Aron walking to you singing. You ran into him and kiss him so passionately. You were almost crying. Also he knew your favorite movie and always wanted to be surprised like this. 

“You’re here Aron! You’re here and you’re singing like Pat did to Kat.”

“Would never miss it, mi cabron!”

Then you heard a crowd shouting and singing happy birthday for you. You see the elite cast running for you. You hug every single of them and thank for their effort to come there.

You were so grateful to have such friends, family and a boyfriend like that.

It was too good to be true.

Song Credits: Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You - Frankie Valli

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[bkdkau]

izuku finally leaves kirishima’s room at the end of the 30 minutes. all the red head did was harass izuku; touched his face, his chest, and his thighs (dangerously close to you-know-what).

izuku shoved his hand away when it wandered to his thigh. kirishima has only laughed with that disgusting smirk of his. he’s so glad he’s finally escaped.

but a tad bit too late.

“deku? what the fuck are you doing here?”

izuku yelped and jumped away from the door. he spun around to see katsuki with a glare on his face. the blond’s eye was already twitching and izuku can guess his palms were starting to sweat, too.

“o-oh! hey kacchan! didn’t see you there!” izuku smiles nervously and he hopes kacchan doesn’t notice.

in fact, it’d be best to just leave this floor of the dorm.

katsuki was about to respond when his boyfriend grabs his hand. he’s suddenly being pulled to the elevator and izuku pushes the button, dragging him inside and heading to his room 2 floors up.

“deku, what the fuck? what’s going on? why were you at shitty hair’s room?” katsuki asks, not liking the silence from the usually talkative boy.

izuku looked up at the blond. there were tears in his eyes threatening to spill over as his bottom lip trembled. katsuki’s gaze softened as he brought his hand up to cup izuku’s cheek.

gently, katsuki speaks, “talk to me, babe. i can’t help if you don’t talk.”

izuku opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. the elevator doors open with a ding.

“come on, izuku.” katsuki’s gentle tone is soothing and quite a stark contrast to his usual speaking voice. the blond leads them to izuku’s room and locks the door.

katsuki helps izuku get ready for bed then does the same. he cuts the lights and gets into bed, immediately bringing the green haired boy into his arms.

and izuku finally lets go.

he cries and cries into the blond’s broad chest. katsuki holds him and lets him, softly kissing his head. he doesn’t know what’s got his boyfriend so worked up but he doesn’t like it. katsuki hates when izuku cries, this boy doesn’t deserve it.

even when they were kids, he felt guilty for always making izuku cry. sure, katsuki acted tough and cool in front of his friends but once he was home he felt bad. tears don’t belong on that cute face. only smiles.

after a good 30 minutes, izuku’s cries turn into quiet sniffles. katsuki continues to rub his back until he’s ready to talk or not.

there was a quiet sigh and izuku’s grip on his boyfriend’s shirt tightened. “i-i’m sorry... i didn’t m-mean get snot a-all over you.”

“it’s whatever. are you alright?”

“maybe? i could be better.” izuku sniffles again and clears his throat.

“yeah, i bet, babe. can i see you? i miss your cute face.”

a wet chuckle comes from izuku and he responds, “my face is anything but cute right now, but sure. don’t say i didn’t warn you.”

he moves away a little bit to look up at katsuki. the blond didn’t say anything right away, just stared. izuku’s eyes were rimmed red, still glossy, and his nose was red.

izuku pouts and goes to hide his face again. “see? i’m so ugly right now you can’t even say it.”

katsuki chuckles lowly and gently holds izuku’s face. he wipes the corners of the emerald eyes as he sees tears threatening to spill. he grabs the collar of his own shirt to wipe at the leftover snot.

izuku scrunches his nose at him, “kacchan that’s gross.”

the blond only smiles. “yeah so what? gotta keep this beautiful face clean.”

“i’m not-“

“no no, shut up. you look absolutely stunning all the time. you take my breath away every time i see you and i love it. even right now, you’re so adorable and pretty. you’re amazing all around, don’t forget that, nerd.”

izuku laughs breathlessly and shakes his head slightly. “dammit kacchan. you’re gonna make me cry again. i didn’t think i’d ever hear those words from you.”

“and why is that?”

izuku looks at him with an amused expression. “have you met yourself?”

katsuki scowls and clicks his tongue. “what the fuck does that mean? i can be nice, you damn idiot!”

laughter erupts in the room, loud and melodic. izuku covers his mouth as he continues to laugh, making katsuki fight back a smile. he’s supposed to be mad right now.

“hey, idiot stop laughing at me! i’m serious!”

“y-yeah i know! but kacchan-“ izuku coughs a bit from laughing too hard and attempts to stop, “kacchan you can’t be nice to anyone who isn’t me!”

“what the fuck! yes i can!”

“you can’t!”

“i can!”

“you’re barely nice to the teachers. the ones you’re supposed to be nice to.”

“i’m better now than in first year. i was a fucking asshole back then.”

“you still are.”

“not as bad, though. right?”

izuku smiles up at him and kisses his nose. “right. you’re better now and i’m proud of you.”

“fuck, you’re so cute.”

before he could respond, izuku’s lips are snatched up in a kiss. he smiles automatically as he kisses katsuki back.

kissing the blond had always felt so surreal to izuku. he’s dreamed about it for almost his whole life; wondered what it felt like, what katsuki tasted like. and now that it’s happening, he’s addicted.

katsuki pulls away first and rests his forehead against izuku’s. the green haired boy pecks katsuki’s lips once, twice then a third time.

“i love extra kisses from you, but why?” katsuki asks.

izuku shrugs nonchalantly. “i just love you so much.”

“i love you too, dumbass,” katsuki pecks his lips again, “now... can we talk about what you were doing in shitty hair’s room?”

izuku’s smile immediately fell and he anxiously bit his lip. “n-nothing important. just homework.”

he tries to smile to reassure katsuki, but it was crooked and held no emotion. katsuki didn’t like this answer or the look in his boyfriend’s face.

“if it was just homework you wouldn’t be so worked up right now. tell me, izuku. don’t lie to me.”

katsuki didn’t understand. what is he hiding? and why won’t he just tell him? it’s worrying katsuki and he doesn’t want to think that izuku doesn’t trust him.

izuku’s eyes were watering as he struggled to get the words out that were caught in his throat. his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“i- he-“ he choked out. katsuki rubs his back trying to soothe him.

“hey, izuku. it’s okay, babe. take your time. i’m here for you.”

it took a few minutes for izuku to relax. once he did he sat up, katsuki following suit. he turned the side lamp on.

izuku grabs katsuki’s hands in his. “kacchan... i-i need you to listen to me. you may get upset and run off but i need you to be here with me and hear me out, okay? please?”

so many thoughts were swimming through katsuki’s head about what he’s about to be told. most of them weren’t pleasant at all and he hates that his boyfriend is feeling this way.

so, he just nods and squeezes izuku’s hands. “okay, i promise. i’m here, i won’t leave you.”

izuku nods. “thank you,” he pauses and takes a deep breath, “it’s been a week. he’s been staring and watching. he didn’t do anything... until a few days ago. he texted me, asking to help him with homework. of course i agreed, i’m too nice,” a bitter chuckle left izuku’s lips.

“i was a little skeptical at first but that went away when we actually started doing homework. so, i helped him and we talked a little, just joking around. i guess i must’ve said something to set him off. next thing i know, i’m on the floor and-“ he takes a shaky breath before continuing.

“he’s on top of me-“

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!”

izuku jumps a bit at katsuki’s outburst. he feels heat coming from the blond’s palms, but he doesn’t pull away.

“kacchan, please-“ izuku begins to say, wanting to calm him down before he did something stupid.

“WHO THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS? IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL HIM! I SWEAR!”

“kacchan! shut up!” izuku shook katsuki by the shoulders to get him to listen. the blond is seething as he stares at izuku, breathing heavily and clenching his smoking fists.

“kacchan, just listen to me, please. calm down, let me finish.” izuku pleaded, almost desperate.

katsuki was quiet for a moment, then he nodded once. “okay, fine. i’m not calm but i’ll listen. i’m sorry, izuku.”

“it’s fine, kacchan,” he kisses the blond’s knuckles. he lets out a sigh and continues, “he didn’t do anything to me. just... touched me-“

“where?”

“um, here,” izuku touched his side under his shirt, “i think he kissed my neck? i’m not sure but he was really close... and- and then he...”

katsuki watches as his trembling boyfriend slowly brings a hand up to his own neck. he was starting to see red, wanting to absolutely murder kirishima for touching his izuku. he can’t believe this.

izuku moves his hand away from his neck, noticing that katsuki understood what he meant.

“is there more...?” katsuki asks, afraid of the answer.

izuku nods solemnly. “i begged for him to stop and get off. i-i couldn’t... do anything. i was in shock, i could barely speak. i’ve never had anyone... touch me like that. i wanted to kacchan, trust me. i wanted to push him off but i- i-“

“hey, hey calm down,” katsuki pulls the shorter into his lap and hugs him close. he kisses his temples and says, “it’s okay, i know. i’m not upset, baby.”

the green haired boy looks up into katsuki’s red eyes. they’re filled with anger and sadness. “you’re not?”

the blond shakes his head. “no, never at you. at shitty hair, yeah definitely.”

“okay, then. good. but, yeah that happened. i told him if he’d let me go, i wouldn’t tell anyone. he choked me harder to ensure i’d keep my promise. after that he let me go.”

katsuki lets out a loud breath through his nose. “i’ll fucking kill him. i swear i will. i won’t stop exploding him until he’s fucking dead.”

izuku shook his head. “kacchan, no. please, don’t fight him. he’ll just use his quirk, and it’ll be a long, drawn out fight.”

“i don’t fucking care! i’ll fight as long as i need to! he has a fucking limit anyway.”

“and so do you!” izuku is glaring at his boyfriend now, trying to get him to see. “i don’t want you to get hurt, kacchan. i know you can take care of yourself and all that shit but i just- please don’t. okay?”

katsuki grits his teeth and looks to the side for a moment. he finally gives in and heaves a sigh. “fine, whatever. what were you doing in there a while ago?”

“before that, he would text me sometimes. to make sure i hadn’t told anyone and to just say weird things. and just now, he texted me to come to his room. i told him no and he threatened me. i don’t know what he knows when i literally don’t do anything. so i just went since he was gonna bother me about it. he touched me again... said some things-“

“like what?” katsuki grits out, already not liking where this is going.

“he just kept saying how bad he wants me and that he’d treat me better than you. but i’m not dumb, you know. he meant it... sexually. he almost touched me... down there but i smacked his hand away. he kept saying things like that and then let me leave when you got home. i didn’t mean for you to see me because you’d probably just blow up and you were about to until i started crying. i’m so sorry kacchan. i wanted to tell you sooner but i couldn’t. every time i tried, nothing came out.”

katsuki listens and takes it all in. he’s incredibly pissed off and wants to beat that red haired fuck into a bloody pulp. he also hates himself for not noticing sooner and asking izuku about it. knowing he could’ve helped his boyfriend sooner makes him feel like absolute shit. he didn’t do his job right as his boyfriend, his protector. he promised himself when they were in elementary school that he’d always protect izuku. now, he failed and the smaller boy is sitting in his lap crying and apologizing.

“izuku... i promise it’s okay. i’m not mad at you. i understand why you didn’t tell me, you were scared. i get it. i’m just mad at that fucker and myself. i didn’t protect you like i should have. i should’ve noticed something... anything! but i didn’t and i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry, baby.”

izuku is already close to crying, but seeing his usually big tough bad boy near tears sets him off. the tears go down quick but katsuki is quicker to wipe them away. he smiles small.

“pretty boys shouldn’t cry.” he mumbles.

izuku wipes the corner of katsuki’s eye when he sees a tear on the edge of his lid. “yeah, they shouldn’t.”

a blush appears on the blond’s cheeks at the subtle compliment. he looks away embarrassed and izuku giggles.

“shut the hell up, nerd. what are you gonna do now hm? tell principal nezu, right?”

izuku sighs. “yeah, i am. but let’s not talk about that right now. it’s midnight and i’m tired. you had work tonight so i’m sure you’re tired as well.”

he caresses katsuki’s cheek with a tired smile. he lets out a (cute) yawn and gets off of his boyfriend to lie down. katsuki does the same after turning off the lamp. they hold each other close, feeling safe and loved.

“did you tell your dumbass friends?” katsuki whispers.

izuku yawns (cutely) again and shakes his head. “tomorrow after school. night kacchan. thank you for listening to me. i love you so much.”

katsuki smiles and kisses his forehead. “i love you too, nerd. sleep well.”

the next morning, there is tension in the air as the students eat breakfast. there’s the usual chatter between momo and tenya about school plans, sero and denki arguing about is it better to sleep naked or not, and mina showing all the tiktoks she’d seen.

but the tension was high.

everyone tries their best to ignore it, but shoto can’t. he notices that bakubitch is closer to izuku more than ever. the blond’s arm has been around his best friend’s since they came downstairs together. they whisper to each other, which is normal but shoto doesn’t see smiles or hear izuku’s quiet giggles.

shoto also doesn’t gloss over the subtle looks kirishima is giving the couple. sometimes it was a glare or a longing stare. the couple mostly ignores it, but shoto saw bakubitch give the red head some certain looks a couple of times.

he’s sitting a few seats away from the couple today because of the tension. shoto had told denki as well, which is why the idiot is at another table with sero.

after breakfast, the students gathered their things to head to school. as they were walking out in different groups, shoto waited for izuku to come out. once he did, shoto pulled him to the side.

“whoa, hey! what’s up, sho?” izuku asks, mildly concerned.

hands are immediately on izuku’s face, one cold and the other warm. shoto studies the shorter’s face, turning his head to the sides and then up and down.

“uhh, sho, you good?” izuku asks through his slightly squished lips.

shoto finally speaks, “just checking. are you good? you look like shit. i didn’t check on you last night. did you sleep enough? you look like you’ve been crying. why is that?”

izuku rolls his eyes and pushes shoto’s hands away. “listen, mom, i’m fine. kacchan and i had a talk last night and i cried. but we’re okay now.”

“promise?”

“i promise. oh! i have something important to tell you and kami after school. meet in my room?”

shoto nods. “yeah, okay. i’ll tell kami.”

“hey! do you plan on letting him go any time soon, icyhot? we’re gonna fucking be late!” katsuki’s voice rang in the empty entrance of the dorms.

this is when izuku noticed him and shoto were holding hands. when izuku had smacked his hands away, he subconsciously held onto them.

“nah, i’ll think hold him a bit longer. you don’t mind right? let’s go izu, we can’t be late.” shoto begins dragging izuku to the sidewalk leading to school.

izuku only laughs and follows his best friend, holding his hand tightly. katsuki yells behind them as he chases them down the street using his explosions and shoto making an ice path, skating on it like Frozone with izuku holding onto him tightly.

despite them having fun, shoto couldn’t help but feel like something bad is going to happen. _______________

PART 121 (1/2)

Sugar and Spice - bakudeku au

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#bakudeku au #deku #denki kaminari #bakugou x izuku #bnha bakugou #bnha izuku #bnha todoroki #bakudeku #bnha #bnha au #shoto todoroki #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #bnha bkdk #bkdk #bnha twitter au #bnha text au #my hero academia #mha #mha au

[littlebigafterdark]

I'm feeling in a particular mood for some more Logan stuff, (totally not my comfort character who unfortunately is a medium for a lot of angst /s) so maybe the almost-relapse?

the littles accidentally trigger logan's ED (janus and patton help him thru it)

This is a copy pastd from a really long message i sent to liv a few weeks ago, just in case the grammar is weird or somethin!

oOo

context: whenever roman is a brat and refuses to eat dinner, logan gets noticeably more frustrated than with any other bratty behaviour because it hits too close to home to his eating disorder

so...

one day when patton is out somewhere, maybe at his carpentry class ((thats actually slightly spoilers for a big concept for the main blog lol)), logan has both the littles

and roman is bratty and refuses to eat dinner and logan breathes evenly and tries not to worry abt it bc he KNOWS roman always eats, hes just doing it to be annoying, breathe, he isnt actually restricting its ok

and logan was literally holding the baby fork up to vees mouth and suddenly she giggles and pushes it away

"come on baby, yummy time" logan coos and smiles a little but he doesnt feel it, and with his other hand he tickles lightly under vees chin and she giggles and logan smiles and goes to feed her again

but she pushes the fork away and babbles "mo bima!"

and roman laughs "yeah, no dinner! no dinner!" and bounces

and logan is feeling rlly shaky and hot suddenly and swallows thickly and ignores roman, and keeps looking at vee "princess, please open up," trying not to pay attention to how shaky his voice is. "its papa's spaghetti remember? yummy" he nods enthusiastically and goes to feed her again

but again vee just giggles all squeaky and pushes the fork away and looks at roman with a big smile for his approval. and roman is like "yeah vee! rebellion!!!" still so playful

but he hasnt noticed logans chest is heaving a little and hes staring at where vee pushed the fork away and logan was too shaky not to drop it on the floor.

and he looks up at vee and how small she is and how shes genuinely on the lower end of average weight and they need to make sure she doesnt dip down into underweight and thinks about how terrified he is of the idea that if she did develop an ED like he did it would be so dangerous and he cant see his baby go through that and-

it just hits him so so so harshly and hes suddenly crying and roman and vee freeze and look at him. and he hurriedly wipes away his tears and breathes shakily and tries to say again

"vee pl-please just ea--" and his throat closes up, he cant even say the word 'eat' and he gags on his tears and jumps up from his chair to run out to the downstairs bathroom and locks himself in trying to calm down and stop gagging.

and he can hear vee crying and roman - adult now - promising her its okay, mama feels a bit sicky but everythings okay, lets phone nana, its ok baby

and logan is breathing too fast and shaking and crying with his back against the bathroom door, not gagging anymore, but unable to take himself outside

. he hears roman feeding vee, and vee giggling and clearly enjoying the food, but no matter how comforting that is to hear he cant get over that genuine terror he felt when vee refused to eat, its his worst nightmare for vee to develop disordered eating - for any of them, but vee is already very thin and it could be critical, and logan cant get over that

when janus arrives (barely ten minutes later, he must have jumped in the car straight away which is only used for emergencies bc of janus' partial blindness) he speaks quietly to roman, and of course theyre trying to be subtle

but the kitchen is only across the hall from the bathroom and logan hears every word of roman explaining what happened and how confusing it was and how patton wont be home for another forty five minutes and roman didnt want either vee or logan to be alone but they probably shouldnt be around each other right now since vee gets so upset when the others arent happy

roman tries to talk to logan first through the bathroom door, apologising for misbehaving and promising he wont do that again. but can logan tell him what exactly was so bad about it this time? so roman can not do whatever it is in future.

but logan cant bring himself to say anything. he cant tell roman about this at least not yet he hasnt felt ready yet even if its been years and he doesnt know if he ever will be ready to tell roman about his ED

so after realising logan wont talk to him, roman swaps with janus. janus doesnt know the details but he knows theres something about logan and eating and hes made an educated guess from all the fibs hes heard over the years.

"hey, dic" (janus' unsavoury nickname for logan that he insists is just short for dictionary) "do you need a glass of water?"

logans throat is actually dry from hyperventilating and he says with a quiet scratchy voice through the door "yes please"

and when janus brings it to the door he just knocks gently and when logan opens the door to accept it janus doesnt make any comment on logans messy hair where hes run his hand through it or on his glassy red rimmed eyes or on the tremble of his fingers. but he does say "i know it must be so cozy in there" he nods to the cramped cold bathroom "but you might just prefer it in your room"

logan flushes a little and nods, comes out of the bathroom and heads to the stairs, but he pauses at the bottom of the stairs thinking... he doesnt know if he can be trusted alone upstairs. theres another bathroom up there and the gagging has made his stomach churn and he feels FULL from dinner and if only he emptied it then maybe he would feel better right? .... no

so he rasps without turning back to janus "i... i cant be alone"

"look behind you, idiot" janus says and its far closer than logan remembered him being.

he whips his head round to see janus was following closely behind him. janus raises a pierced eyebrow "well, are we going to stand in the stairway all night?" and of course its snarky but its soft too

so logan breathes deeply and they go upstairs to his room. janus makes himself at home, immediately grabbing a book from logans book case and collapsing sideways in logans armchair as soon as they stepped in the room. logan reclines on his bed and sips his water and does breathing exercises and tries to not feel humiliated about this breakdown

every time logan tries to apologise for disturbing janus' evening (he didnt) or asks if janus is sure roman is grownup enough to look after vee appropriately (he is) or insists that he is okay to be left alone now (he's not) janus just murmurs "shut up im reading"

when patton gets back roman just tells him logan isnt feeling good and patton hurries up to see him - and upon seeing his husband logan is overcome by shame that he almost relapsed and relief that his best friend is here and a wave of tears that he tries and fails to blink away

and janus just quietly bids them good night and promises he'll stay a couple hours to keep roman and vee company, but patton insists he stays the night in pattons room (its not safe for him to drive in thr dark) and janus is used to this routine by now that he knows where the spare pillows are

so janus leaves quietly and logan croaks "thanks, old man" trying to sound casual but regretting it when his voice shakes. janus just holds up a peace sign and closes logans door behind him on the way out.

as soon as the door closes logans face crumples and he hides his eyes behind his arm and patton practically bounds over to logan and climbs onto bed next to him and cradles logans head to his shoulder as he cries

they stay like that, cuddling in bed, patton cradling logans head and kissing the nape of his neck and wrapping his arm around logans waist to spoon him and whisper about what happened and how they can avoid it in future

but mainly they just breathe and cry together and patton fills the hours with soft affirmations of love and getting logan a tea and promising its okay if logan wants a cookie with it but logan says maybe later (later turns out to be 2:30 in the morning but at least it really was later)

they barely sleep that night but its all comfort and talking and by morning despite being exhausted, logan feels safer and breakfast goes by without a hitch

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just some notes me and liv made that i think highlights some main points:

logan struggling so much even when he knows that the kids are just playing around and they don't really mean that they don't want to eat, but it's just one of those things that inevitably hits too close to home

it just suddenly hit him! like any other day he can cope with roman doing that, its a small blip usually, but the fact that VEE started refusing food freaked logan out so much bc they genuinely have to keep an eye on her weight just bc shes naturally so small

his emotions about his history with an ED plus his overprotective mama cg space making him nearly go into a panic attack from the thought that vee could develop an ED is very sad and very true

and janus coming right away!! and he and roman handle the siatuation so well, like roman was so smart knowing not to leave logan alone, and janus calling him dic and taking him to his room and staying there until patton gets back

and him crying from just seeing patton because he's his best friend and he can be vulnerable around him is very :'c <3

hes so so relieved to see patton but theres also the slightests "ive let my husband down" bc he thinks bc patton helped him so much he owes it to patton to not relapse - but of course pat reassures him its natural to relapse but he didnt! he caught it in the early stages and asked for help and patton is never disappointed in him

he caught it!!! he caught it and he stopped himself and he let himself be helped by both roman and janus and patton and he didn't even relapse!! and this whole thing is really a sign of how far he's come that he was able to accept their help in his vulnerable state, even if roman and janus didn't have the full story, they still wanted to help him through whatever he was experiencing

#mama logan #little big eating disorder #do not reblog #long post #asks #adorable undead queen #little big after dark concepts

[artificialqueens]

Sleeping In The Hallway (Biadore) - Whiskey Neat

A/N: I’m back sooner than expected! I’m really trying to fill the list of like 30 prompts I’ve made for myself but I’ve been running quite low on motivation lately. I can’t promise my next fic will be out soon but I’ll always be around. Hope you enjoy this one!

Summary: Adore is drunk and Bianca is mad at her.

TW: vomit (nothing graphic)

Adore was in the middle of downing shots at the bar when her phone vibrated in her pocket. After messily reaching for it, the device slipped though her fingers, tumbling down to the floor.

“God I wish Bianca was here to pick this up for me” Adore thought as she stumbled off the stool and crouched down, feeling around on the sticky floor for her phone. “Where is Bianca anywa- oh fuck.” Adore panicked, as she picked up her phone and saw a text from Bianca on the screen.

Willow: Guess you’re not coming back tonight. Hope you had fun with all your FRIENDS!*insert alcoholic drink emojis*

“Bianf Im so sorey i come baxk noe” Adore typed out in a rush, slamming some random bills down on the counter before stumbling toward the exit of the bar.

On the short walk back to the hotel, Adore had time to put her thoughts together, as together as her drunken brain would let her, that is. How could she have lost track of time like this? She was supposed to meet Bianca back at their shared hotel room at midnight so they could spend some quality time together before they would have to part ways tomorrow. She checked her phone again. It was currently 2am. Another text from Bianca simply reading “Don’t bother.” also showed on the screen.

She really fucked up. Not only had she missed out on quality Bianca time, but once she reached the door of their room the realization hit her that she had also forgotten her room key.

After trying the handle, only to find it locked, Adore knocked a few times and waited. To her dismay, she was met with silence.

She tried knocking again to no avail.

“B?” She whispered, leaning against the door. “Can you let me in? I lost m’key.”

No response. By now, Adore was growing frustrated. Bianca had texted her less than 10 minutes before and she knew the older queen never fell asleep this fast, which could only mean one thing…she was ignoring her.

That assumption was very correct. Bianca was indeed still awake, listening to every word from where she was laying comfortably in their hotel bed. Was she being immature for not letting the younger queen in? Probably. But was she going to open the door for her at any point tonight? Absolutely not. If Adore wanted to be irresponsible and spend her night drinking instead of following through on their plans, then she could find her own place to sleep.

“I know you’re not fucking sleeping! Open the door!” Adore whisper-yelled, a bit too loudly. The alcohol in her system was quickly excelling her frustration to a level she didn’t know how to contain.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now!?” Adore continued, resorting to kicking the door with the toe of her sparkly doc marten boot.

After being met with more silence, angry tears started welling in her eyes.

“C’mon Bianca! This is my room too! You can’t just leave me out here!” Adore whined, voice breaking.

Silence.

“Don’t do this to me…” she sobbed, falling to her knees as her drunken state wouldn’t allow her to stand anymore.

After being met with silence yet again, Adore shifted to curl up on her side on the dirty hotel carpet, continuing to sob loudly.

A short while later, a familiar presence entered the hallway.

“Adore? What’s happened?” The Australian accent asked with worry.

Adore removed her hands from her mascara-streaked face and looked up to see Courtney kneeling in front of her.

“Bianca hates me!” she cried, sitting up and throwing her arms around Courtney.

“I’m sure that’s not true Adorm, why do you think that?” The blonde asked, rubbing her back.

“C-Cause she’s mad at me and she won’t let me in and I’m a fuck up and-and-“ Adore explained, working herself up into hysterics again.

“Hey, it’s okay….breathe….breathe…” Courtney coaxed, guiding the dark haired queen through some deep breaths.

“How bout you stay in my room tonight and we can deal with Bianca tomorrow, okay?” The Aussie offered, helping Adore stand up.

Adore nodded and wiped her nose, allowing Courtney to basically carry her down the hall to her room.

Once in the room, Courtney guided Adore to bed. After downing a bottle of water, Adore had passed out, leaving Courtney awake to send one simple text to Bianca.

“You’re babysitting this hangover in the morning. Not me.” She sent, attaching a picture of the sleeping queen next to her. With that, Courtney switched off the lamp and went to sleep.

*the next morning*

Adore could feel the nausea coming on before she was fully awake. She rolled over and groaned, trying to ignore it, fearing that her head might actually explode if she had to open her eyes to make a run for the bathroom.

She managed to drift off for about 5 more minutes before her stomach lurched dangerously and she absolutely HAD to get up and make that dreaded run for the bathroom.

Halfway through vomiting up all the alcohol she had consumed the night before, she felt a hand brushing her hair back and holding it out of her face.

When she was finished, Adore whimpered miserably, resting her forehead on the cool porcelain bowl, feeling awful and gross.

“You’re okay…” Said a gravely voice from behind her.

The voice didn’t belong to Courtney like she had expected. Instead she turned to see that it was Bianca who had been holding her hair back. Adore froze and fought back the urge to vomit again as the memory of last nights events came back to her.

“What are you doing here?” Adore croaked, feeling slightly embarrassed of how rough her voice sounded.

“Courtney told me you were here.”

“Yeah, but like what are you doing…here?” Adore asked, motioning to where they were seated on the bathroom floor.

“Helping you?” Bianca stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Thought you were mad at me…” Adore said, turning back towards the toilet as another wave of nausea came over her.

“Mad? No. Disappointed? Very.” Bianca replied, pulling Adore’s hair back once again.

“M’sorry….” Adore mumbled when she was finished.

“I just wanted to spend time with you. We’re not gonna see each other for what, 2 months after this?” Bianca admitted, handing Adore a bit of toilet paper to wipe her face with. “So when you stayed out to drink, something you can do on any other night, it was just really disappointing since we already had plans, you know?”

“I know…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I really did plan on coming back but then I lost track of time and-“ Adore cut herself off to clear her dry throat. “Can you get me some water please?” She asked with a pout.

Without a word, Bianca exited the bathroom and returned moments later with a bottle of water.

“Thanks” Adore told her, chugging half of it before continuing. “I lost track of time, and I know that’s a shitty excuse but I’d never do that to you on purpose. I’ve been trying to not drink so much lately but last night was just….yeah. I’m sorry.”

“Mistakes happen, I get it.” Bianca said, pulling Adore in against her side for a hug. Adore rested her head on the older queens shoulder and they sat like that for a bit.

“I can’t believe you were gonna make me sleep in the fucking hallway” Adore half-joked a few minutes later.

“I can.” Bianca deadpanned, holding back a laugh. The situation suddenly becoming funny now that everything was okay between them. “Now can we get off this floor? Courtney and I brought breakfast.”

“Only if you let me borrow your key so I can go brush my teeth.” Adore said with a smirk.

Bianca handed said item over to Adore. “You better not lose it. Otherwise we’ll both be sleeping in the hallway.”

#rpdr fanfiction #adore delano #bianca del rio #courtney act #biadore #angst #fluff #whiskey neat #tw vomit #submission #canon compliant

[thoughtsaboutshows]

If im not too late. 30. “I’m not jealous! It’s just... you’re mine!”

Not too late!  Just taking me a while because I’ve been working too much.  So this is a little different take on this...oh well! 

Nick climbed the few flights of stairs to his girlfriend’s apartment and opened it with the key she had proudly presented him a week prior.  They had been dating for nearly 6 months and while they weren’t yet to the “move in together stage,” she wanted him to feel at home there.  Plus Sabrina didn’t hate it when she’d come home from work to find him already there, glasses of wine poured and ready to kiss her the moment she walked in the door.

When Nick clicked the key in place and entered the small loft he was surprised to hear Sabrina having some sort of argument.  And she was talking so loud and sounded so frustrated, he was even more surprised he didn’t hear her from the hallway or floors below. 

The yelling didn’t stop as the sound of the door closing echoed through the apartment and Nick made his way through, searching for his girlfriend and whoever she was fighting with.  Whoever was so obviously stealing the smile from her face.  He was ready to fight the culprit, always willing to go to battle and bloody his knuckles for Sabrina, the fiery girl he loved.  But when he peeked into the bedroom with the door half-closed, he didn’t find Sabrina yelling at her cousin or a disgruntled client.  

No Sabrina Spellman was in a full-blown argument with her cat, Salem, who was pleasantly lying on her bed without a care in the world and licking his fur.  Nick tried not to make his presence known as he observed the scene.  Sabrina was standing there with her hands on her hips, back to him, but likely with a scowl on her face.  He had gotten that look many times when he said something a little too dirty or showed up five minutes late to the movies, making her miss her the precious previews.  

“I just don’t understand, Salem.”  Sabrina began.  “It’s not that hard.”  

Nick expected Sabrina to be reprimanding him for missing the litter box or eating a shoe.  But that’s not what she was lecturing him about at all. 

“I am your owner, not Nick.  I am the one who feeds you.  You should not like him more than me.”  

Nick almost burst out laughing.  Sabrina wasn’t the jealous type, but it seemed the affection her cat was dolling out to him in the last week or so since receiving a key was not something Sabrina was okay with.  He knew she loved her cat and loved the attention Salem gave her, so it made sense that she was a little disgruntled that she had been tossed aside like yesterday’s paper.  When Sabrina started listing off their history, Nick couldn’t help but chuckle.  Sabrina spun around to him then and went wide-eyed, not expecting him to be home.  The doe-eyed look transitioned quickly into one of annoyance and she crossed her arms.

“Are you arguing with your cat, Spellman?”  Nick asked her, slowly waltzing in the room.  

“He likes you better.  It’s not fair.”  

“Sabrina, he does not.”  Nick tried to argue while attempting to uncross her arms from her chest.  

“Yes he does.  Look at him!”  Sabrina cried as they both took notice of Salem, who had jumped off the bed and started to nuzzle his leg.  Sabrina turned to the cat, who definitely didn’t understand why his owner was yelling at him.  “After everything we’ve been through?!”

“Babe, are you-”  Nick started to ask but she cut him off. 

“I’m not jealous! It’s just…”  She bent down and held her hands up and looked at her cat again.  “You’re mine!”

Nick burst out laughing this time unable to hold it in.  

“Don’t laugh at me, Scratch.”  She warned, standing up and standing her ground.  “I’m the one who rescued him from the big, bad, streets of New York City.  And now he’s tossing me away for you.”

“What’s wrong with me?”  He teased her, not at all insulted by her words.  “Don’t you want your cat to like me?  That seems like a good thing in the long run.” 

“Of course I want him to like you, there’s nothing wrong with that or you.”  She said it like it was obvious and took a long calming breath.  “I just want him to like me more.”  

Nick chuckled and pulled her into a hug, one that she returned generously and held him tight.  He decided not to tell her just yet that the reason Salem was warming up to him had more to do with the midnight treats he provided and less to do with actual affection.  

“Don’t worry, Spellman.  I still like you best.”  

“You better.”  She said into his neck.  The vibrations of his laughter calmed and reminded her that he was her favorite too, and she kissed him soundly just to prove it. 

#nabrina #fluffy asks #salem #sabrina spellman #nicholas scratch

[rvnjun]

weather boy | haechan

genre: super power!au 

warnings:  violence, mentions of blood

authors note: first part of The Dream Team series! Finally finished it after nearly two years of sitting in my drafts,,collecting dirt and cobwebs 

probably spelling and grammar mistakes because i suck at proofreading 

all i could think of when writing this 

The Dream Team M.list

Some people were born with their powers because their parents had them, others received them under strange and unusual circumstances 

most people fit into one of those two categories, it was nearly impossible for them not too

however, Donghyuck was a special case

technically he was born with his powers, but technically he received them thanks to a injection

his mother was a scientist working for a laboratory

for years she helped developed a serum that would give someone powers 

his mother was a courageous woman and offered herself up as the first test subject, they didn't know if the serum would kill her or even work

injecting it into herself she stayed under surveillance for weeks and the only thing that seemed to be happening was that she kept feeling nauseous and puking  

they brushed it off as a weird side effect

however, 1 month later she learned about her pregnancy

she left the lab and focused all her attention on raising her soon to be son

the thoughts of the serum still lingered in her mind, she was filled with despair at the fact that it seemed to not have worked 

but she would soon be proven wrong

when her son was born, clouds filled the room and rain began to pour down, wind started blowing everything around

the serum did in fact work, just not on her

Donghyuk had it slightly hard growing up

since neither of his parents had powers they weren't able to understand him

they took him to power therapy, there he learned how to control them and what he could do with them 

he knew that his powers were powerful and potentially dangerous 

watching the news caused him to see how people could take their amazing gifts and do some of the worst things with them 

the hatred and fear they caused, it was because of them that people would treat those with powers like trash and not human 

Donghyuck wanted to do good, he had a gift and he wanted to use it to save the world, to show those out their that hated his kind that they were also good people 

when he met up with people who also had powers, they called him crazy 

“Why would I risk my life for those who wouldn't risk theirs for me?”

“What's the point, its to much work!”

“Your crazy, ya know!”

it made Donghyuck bubble with rage

why couldnt they be more compassionate and understanding

normal humans had a right to be afraid of them, look at all the things “superheros” did to them

superheros were so focused on stopping the villian that sometimes they caused more damage then what the villain would have done 

Donghyuck confronted his power therapist, he went on a 30 minute rant on how he wanted to save peoples lives but no one else wanted to 

which is when his therapist told him about a young boy named Jaemin

apparently “Jaemin” was like him, he wanted to use his powers to help save people 

and that's how he met his best friends 

it was also how he met you

many of the fights and bad people seemed to target the same neighborhood

which was where you lived

it wasn't a bad neighborhood but it also wasn't the richest, it was perfectly in the middle 

there was many times when you would be sitting outside and all of a sudden some person was going off on a speech about taking over the world

you always casually watched from your porch

after awhile of watching them fight you chose to make them some snacks

Donghyuck was completely taken back when you casually approached them with sandwiches and water

it became your thing, you make them some food and bring it to them

while doing so you fell for the weather powered boy 

you were extremely shocked when you learned Donghyucks real identity 

he was the cute kid who never shut up in your chem class

which in hindsight, you should have known

Donghyuck was known for his weather powers

you laughed to yourself, people should have been smarter to realize that the kid in school with weather powers was actually the superhero,,,with weather powers 

he risked revealing his identity to you so you could date

The Dream Team, as they called themselves didn't mind, they all loved you

you had already proven that you were a nice person, that you actually cared about them 

dating Donghyuck was a little hard at first, only because sometimes he couldn't control his powers around you

like the time when some dude was hitting on you, Donghyuck made it downpour in the coffee shop,,,only on the guy 

then there was the time you two were swimming and messing around, he was shooting you heart eyes, the clouds cleared up even more and you swore you heard sweet music suddenly play in the background 

and your personal favorite was when you two were having a pretty intense make-out session and the temperature in the room raised a whole 10 degrees

(fahrenheit otherwise that would be concerning)

other than his rapid emotions he was an amazing normal boyfriend

he loved to show you off, if you ever felt insecure about something 

he would brag about you to everyone around him like you were a first place trophy 

you still brought his friends food after they fought, except this time Donghyuck enjoyed your kisses more than the food 

Everyone at your school was kinda shocked to learn that you were dating 

as far as they knew you never talked before

and then suddenly you were holding hands in the hallway while walking each other to classes 

As much as you loved Donghyuck for fighting,and helping people you couldn't help but feel scared for him sometimes 

the number of times he came over to your house with cuts and bruises on your face made your heart sink

you always told him that he should have gone to Jaemin for help but he said that you made him feel better 

like any other day you were sitting at your desk while working on some dreaded homework

the headphones blasting music in your ears distracted you from properly doing your work, plus its not like you were really trying

a light tap of your window caused you to look up with a soft smile

you were expecting to see Donghyuks smiling face

“Babe?” You asked when no one was in sight

feeling confused you stood up and stupidly opened the window

screaming Donghyucks name when someone grabbed you and pulled you out of it

you knew that Donghyuck wasnt near but you pleaded for him in your mind

begging for him to somehow hear you and save you

everything went black and the last thing you saw was the intruders smiling face

Donghyuck laughed along with his friends at Renjuns joke

suddenly Jisung stopped laughing and looked straight at Donghyuck

“Hyung, Y/n is in danger,” he said very seriously

“What? Don't joke like that,” Donghyuck snapped a bit

not really enjoying being joked with on something so serious

“Im not joking! I just know Y?n is in danger,” he protested growing more and more scared every second

everyone looked at him before Chenle spoke up

“Jisung would joke about something like that, Y/n must seriously be in danger.”

rushing out of his seat Donghyuck made a mad dash for your house

the clouds around began to darken, rain falling slowly

he pulled at his phone and repeatedly tried to call you but got no answer

adding to the sudden weather problems

wind harshly blew, a drastic change from the previous sunny and calm day

when Donghyuck arrived at your house and saw your open window he just knew Jisung was right

as much as he didnt want to believe him

looking around he couldn't see any sign as to where you could have been

tears began to fall down his face

calling Jisung he begged and pleaded for him to figure out where you were

Jisung thought and thought about everything before it came to him 

“I think,,I think Y/n is at the old abandoned factory on 8th str-” Donghyuck hung up before he could finish his sentence

Donghyuck turned and darted in the direction of the factory

people around him screamed as the rain poured harder and thunder boomed, lightning decorated the sky rapidly, cool and warm wind began to mix causing funnel clouds to appear

dangerously threatening the people out the city

back at the table Donghyuck friends stared at the sky in awe, they had seen Donghyucks powers before but never like this

silently praying for your safety they sat and watched the sky, waiting for it to change to show that you were okay 

he quickly arrived at the factory, the door burst open from wind before he could even touch it

he listened for a sound, running towards it

the door burst open as Donghyuck arrived, staring at your tied up and beaten figure

“Y/n,” he yelled, body shaking with anger

the guy in front of you immediately dropped what he was holding in fear

you cried in happiness at seeing your boyfriend, knowing that he was able to find you thanks to Jisung

“How dare you fucking hurt Y/n,” he said angrily

bursts of wind launched the man into the wall and held him there

the room rapidly rised in temperature, clouds formed in the room, replicating the weather outside

the man screamed out

Donghyuck stepped towards him as tornado began to form

he untied you, holding your body as you fell into his arms, knees weak from pain

gently he kissed your forehead “ill take you to Jaemin as soon as im done here baby,” he tone was the exact opposite of the one he used to the man just seconds before

you stared at the room in awe at his powers, not feeling the slightest afraid because you trusted him

a huge bolt of lightening stuck down on the man causing him to knockout

Donghyuck calmed down at seeing the injured man

the boys back at the table smiled at the sky when all the clouds disappeared the sun came out, wind changing to a gentle breeze

“Im so glad you are okay, I was so fucking worried,” he began to cry as he held you

“I don't know what I would have done if I lost you, Y/n you are my everything and I can't live without you,” he body shook with tears

holding him as tight as you could you rested your head on his chest 

“I screamed for you the whole time, all i wanted was to be right here,,in your arms,” you said happily

your eyes started to close, exhausted taking over your body

you placed a weak kiss on Donghyucks lips

“let me take you to Jaemin,”

Donghyuck smiled contentedly and carried you out of the room, ignoring the man, and was happily met with his friends

“Figured you'd need me,” Jaemin looked at you and smiled, healing all your wounds and making you feel like none of it had happened

“Well lets get out of here,” Jaemin said

Donghyuck followed behind his friends, refusing to put you back down

“,,,you aren't gonna heal the guy, Hyung? what if Donghyuk killed him?” Jisung asked in surprise

Jaemin waved his hand and shook his head 

Donghyuck scoffed “Sadly, he wasn't hurt that badly.” 

#nct #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct dream fluff #nct dream angst #nct dream au #haechan #haechan imagines #haechan scenarios #haechan fluff #haechan angst #haechan au #donghyuck #donghyuck imagines #donghyuck scenario #donghyuck fluff #donghyuck angst #the dream team au