#purple raisin chin

[totaly-obsessed]

Could you maybe do a part two to Muffin top?

Berry Cute

Alessia Russo x reader Drabble & Request

-> Muffin Top pt.2

-> Reader finally gets the nerve to ask Lessi out

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As much as it pained Viv, she listened to her friends and girlfriend – leaving you to figure it out yourself. The Dutch could appreciate that your cute character and straightforwardness were appealing to her fellow striker but could not help but feel bad, seeing you stumble over your words again and again.

Some of the Arsenal girls were meeting up for a bake night at their captain's house, making all kinds of different treats. While a hoard of chaotic girls certainly wasn’t the calm evening atmosphere Kim usually had, she wouldn’t change it for the world.

Currently, you were making one of your favorite pastries from back home – rosinenbrötchen. But seeing as the word ‘brötchen’ was too difficult for most of the team to pronounce you had settled on a bread form, so you were making raisin bread instead, and it was already in the oven.

Alessia and Laura were meanwhile attempting to make a pizza, but with Laura’s endless laughing and Alessia’s clumsy nature, it wasn’t going so well. As badly as you wanted to help, every single approach you had made – failed. Alessia knew what you wanted with your hints, but she tried to get you to use your words.

In more ways than one.

In the end, it was Katie who couldn’t take it anymore. While she had been all in for the teasing, seeing you look like a kicked puppy was too much. Strong hands pushed you in the middle of Alessia and Laura who still hadn’t pulled it together, laughing their asses off. “Right, this is your helper Less. Laura and I’ll continue over there.”

With a big grin, the striker pulled you by your arm to her self-appointed workstation. Jazz Hands, accompanied by a little ‘Ta-da!’ showed you her pizza. If you could call it that. “Less did you use dried yeast Or any yeast?”

Big blue eyes looked at you before she put on an innocent façade and shrugged her broad shoulders. “I don’t know?” Upon further inspection, you could make out that the pair had completely forgotten the yeast at all. “God Less, you are a terrible Italian.”

So you got to work, starting over all together. The blonde had given up on helping and opted to stand behind you, wrapping her arms around your middle, and pulling you as close to her as possible. It was amusing how shaky your hands suddenly were and how your sentences started to be a little confused.

Alessia made you nervous, and she knew it – she loved it. Seeing your face go completely red after whispering a sweet compliment into your ea. Hearing your shaky exhale when her fingers massage your hips. Smelling your favorite perfume, which had by now become her favorite drug. Feeling your soft hair tickle her chin, as she rested her head on yours. The striker loved it.

“Hey, I’m only half Italian.”

With more teasing you finished making the Pizza, leaving Alessia to the toppings while you went back to your raisin bread.

You didn’t know what came over you, but with sudden motivation you turned, invading Alessia's space, cornering her against the kitchen aisle. “Hey Less, Do you like raisins?” The blonde couldn’t help but smile, enamored by your charm. “I love raisins, baby.” You pulled your hand out from behind your back with a terrible tremble, nearly dropping it, a fist formed as you extended it to your crush who hesitantly held out an open palm. “How do you feel about a date?” A soft, deep purple date landed in Alessia’s hand when she started giggling. “Dates are not my favorite fruit, my love.”

Your mouth was wide open. Did she not understand? I mean, you asked her on a date, that was obvious.

Right?

Your stunned silence made her laugh even more, leaning on your shoulder to keep herself steady. “Less- I asked if you wanted to, wanted to uhmm, go on a date with me?”

From the corner of her eye, the taller girl could see a gathered crown of Katie, Beth, Kyra, and Laura who were currently getting the best soap opera of their life. “I know baby.” When your eyes started to tear up and the kicked-puppy look came back, she couldn’t take her own teasing anymore, “And I would love to go on a date with you!”

Breathing felt refreshing after the silence you endured. Cheering made you look towards your teammates who started clapping and chanting.

“Hey baby you know what?” Gentle fingers gripped your jaw, turning your face back towards her own. “I think you are berry cute.” Now it was your turn to laugh, loving her cheesy pick-up line as a response to your own.

“Oh my god. One worse than the other.”

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #woso imagines #arsenal wfc x reader #engwnt x reader #lionesses x reader #alessia russo #alessia russo x reader

[elderberries-and-honey]

Unlike his sister, Flora, who had been allergic to her mother's milk, Atticus had an easy time nursing and always seemed to have a large appetite. Winifred didn't mind one bit, in fact, she found it rather peaceful. With the twins, she'd been under terrible stress, fretting over why her daughter wouldn't take to her and hadn't realized how serene it could be to watch her baby receive nourishment from her.

Lawrence was adamant about making sure his wife was caring for herself as well, bringing her porridge with raisins and tea with cream and sugar, exactly as she liked it. He felt guilty he couldn't be home as much as he used to be, but it seemed with Beth's help to look after Ozzy, Winifred was fairing well all on her own.

He missed his family something fierce though, and the dark purple bags under his eyes were becoming heavier and more sunken. He longed deeply to be back in Ireland, or even just go on holiday again, but with their newest addition to the family, he knew it would be impossible to rest anytime soon and continued trudging forward.

Most afternoons after luncheon, everyone would gather in the parlor. Winifred cared for her youngest, or read in-between his naps, while Beth busied herself with knitting and Ozzy played with his toys somewhere nearby.

At first, Ozzy had hardly noticed his new little brother. None of them wanted to push it until he was ready, which had mostly been suggested by Beth and the rest followed suit, knowing that she understood his quirks better than anyone. Eventually though, he grew curious on his own, as was his nature.

Atticus napped soundlessly in his bassinet, while Winifred and Beth drank their English breakfast tea and Ozzy was making attempts to wake a sleeping Honey, who couldn't be more disinterested in the toddler. Even when the adults told Ozzy to leave the cat be, he hardly listened.

However, lucky for Honey, the newborn began to stir from within his bassinet, fussing quietly for now.

Standing on his tip toes to get a good look at what was making that peculiar sound, Ozzy crept over to the bassinet and peered inside. Unsure what to make of the sight, he gawked at him silently with a rather queer expression as Winifred rose from her seat to stand there beside him.

She observed his expression cautiously before saying anything. Once she was convinced there would be no tantrum, she spoke to him in a gentle voice. "That's your baby brother, Atticus. Would you like to see closer?"

"Mhm..." Ozzy replied, unable to look away from him for even a moment. He had never seen anyone smaller than himself before and it was very strange.

Winifred lifted Atticus from the crib, holding him in just the palm of her hand, allowing Ozzy to examine him while she hoped he would notice the features on his brother's small face that were similar to his own. The newborn stirred, cooing a little, and Ozzy reached his hand up to touch him, completely entranced.

"Soft touches, Oz." She reminded him softly, which they so often had to do when he wanted to "play" with the cats. He was doing perfectly fine so far though, and she couldn't wait to tell Lawrence how brilliant he had done with it.

Nevertheless, Atticus was still hungry after his nap and resumed his fussing once again. Startled, Ozzy turned on his heel, feeling awful for doing something wrong, before running towards his Auntie Beth for safety.

Beth opened her arms at once, suppressing a giggle at his reaction to the baby's cries. "Oh, my darling, come here, come here. It's okay!" She soothed, talking to him in a rather high-pitched, baby voice.

Once he heard her reassuring words, his chin ceased it's quivering, tantrum avoided, but still, he did not like that horrid noise! "Up! Up!" He whined, until at last Beth lifted him into her arms and placed him into her lap.

"Suppose that could have gone worse." Winifred noted, and Beth simply nodded in agreement.

Wanting to help make Ozzy feel a bit better, Beth decided it was time for him to get dressed for the day and go outside to play. The breeze was just warm enough to be comfortable and they played throughout the remainder of the afternoon.

Together, they ran through the yard after each other, smiling brighter than the sun in the bright blue sky above them. It was seldom Lawrence had the time to play like this, and preceding the baby, Winifred had been too pregnant, and now too busy with Atticus.

But Ozzy was too little to understand that as of yet. All he knew was that he loved to be with his dear Auntie most of all.

Once out of breath and needing to rest, they laid near each other in the soft grass, while Beth tickled him on and off as Ozzy erupted into fits of laughter.

Inside the house, Winifred watched them from the window while she bounced Atticus up and down in her arms.

Introducing Ozzy to his new baby brother had gone better than she expected and it seemed Beth had been right in knowing it would go smoother if they waited for him to make the first move.

It was the same way she just seemed to know when he needed an extra nap, or wanted another slice of an orange and no one except her could understand his babbling, or when he lost his teddy and was delaying bedtime.

'It went well', Winifred told herself over and over again as if still in disbelief. But as she watched Beth and Ozzy together, she realized she felt a little disappointed, envious almost, wishing she was Ozzy's comfort rather than Beth. Their relationship had improved, that much was true, but after all this time, she was becoming quite sure that it would never be what it should.

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#1893 #honey falling asleep RIGHT THERE while i shot the middle scene was SO perfect #also i hate posing babies this way so sorry about all the clipping #i was getting so frustrated and just gave up eventually lol #ts4 historical #sims 4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #ts4 storytelling #sims 4 storystelling #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #the baudelaire legacy #1890 #winifred baudelaire #lawrence baudelaire #oscar baudelaire #atticus baudelaire #beth herbert

[turtle-babe83]

{GN!Reader, on the Nice List}

Just imagine…..

He’s adorable. Such a nerdy cutie. You love his glasses, the little cleft in his chin, and those looooong legs. You find his intelligence sexy and look for any opportunity to have an in depth discussion with him about, well, anything. He’s perfect in your eyes.

The thing is, you don’t think he has ever considered you as more than a good friend.

It’s a few days before Christmas and you pop in the lair for the evening, toting White Chocolate Mochas for you and your favorite turtle. He’s nowhere to be seen though. You check the lab and his room, then the dojo. Leo is practicing his katas, like always, and acknowledges you with a wave. Raph is in the weight room, like always, and grunts out a greeting as he chest presses a bazillion pounds. Mikey is yelling into his headset, like always, as he plays an online game. However, Donnie is nowhere to be found, which happens like, never.

As you head towards the kitchen to check there, you suddenly find yourself spinning around and being dipped backwards. You gasp into a much larger mouth as plush, soft lips press against your own. Your widening eyes take in the dark purple bandana of your surprise kisser. When he pulls back to look at you, his smile falls at your expression.

You can’t help but say the first thing that pops into your head, “What the hell, Donnie?!”

“Sorry,” he mutters pointing at the ceiling above you. “I-just-“

You look up to see a sprig of mistletoe, hanging above your heads. When you glance back at his face, his eyes are filled with hurt and shame. He starts to turn away and for the first time ever, you think that perhaps he sees you after all. You throw your arms around his neck and pull him back down for a firmer, more thorough kiss.

After a moment of shock, Donnie relaxes into the kiss. He doesn’t hesitate to open for your insistent tongue against his lips. His arms slip round your waist as you explore his mouth, sighing happily as his own tongue rubs against yours. You turn your head for a better angle as you deepen the kiss even further, not pulling back until you hear the whoops and claps behind you. You blush as you realize the two of you have gained an audience.

“Anybody else need a cold shower after that show?” Mikey quips, fanning himself.

Your embarrassment fades at the look in Donatello’s eyes as he places a hand on your back to guide you to the lab.

“Did you know mistletoe is hemiparasitic?”

Aaaaand there’s the nerd you know and love. 💜

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#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #teenage mutant ninja turtles #turtlebabe83 #tmnt fandom #bayverse donnie #bayverse donatello #Donatello #Donnie #tmnt donnie #tmnt donatello #tmnt stocking stuffers

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1071: Kitaki V. Von Krama (Ace Attorney)

11:34 a.m. at Prosecutor's Building: 12th Floor Hallway......

Wocky: (Walking Down the Halls While Writing Something on his Notepad) Okay, so I need to get is another bag of flour.....yeast.......box of raisins.....blueberries.....lemons.....(Grabs his Chin While Thinking and Looking at the Other Direction) Now that I mentioned it, I wonder what lime flavored muffins taste like-

Before the thought in question comes in full circle, Wocky accidently bumps shoulders with a woman with short, dark blue, gray like hair, making her drop her cup of coffee towards the ground

'Splash'

Wocky: Ack! What th-(Looks Up and Sees the Woman Starting to Glare at Him Harshly)

??????: What. Is the MEANING of this foolishness!!?

Wocky: Uhh.... (Quickly Starts to Put the Notepad and Pen Away and Rubs the Back of his Head Back and Forth) S-Sorry about that, miss. Guess I should really start looking where I was going next time, huh?

?????: Your apologies means nothing to me. Not when my freshly made coffee has leaked onto the ground thanks to YOUR careless stupidity!

Wocky: Yeah? Well, look on the bright side! At....least it didn't waste on your clothes.....(Forms an Awkward Smile on his Face)

?????: How is that a good thing you IMBECIL- Wait. (Takes a Look at the Young Man in Front of Her) That face.....The attire......and that mess of a hair....

Wocky: (Immediately Glares at the Woman) 'Ey, what's wrong with my hair!? I just got done combing it on the way down here!!

?????: You don't happen to work at a muffin establishment from across from here, do you? (Crosses her Arms Together While Thinking) I believe it's name was.....O.G. Cracker or something?

Wocky: (Smiles Brightly & Proudly) You've guessed it! The one and only muffin business in the streets! At least from what I'm aware of actually.....Why asked?

?????: I just so happened to came by and tried out a few of your muffins the other day.

Wocky: (Grabs his Chin While Leaning the Top of his Body Forward With a Cheeky Smirk) Ahhh you don't say now~ Which one's your favorite? Don't wanna toot my own horn here, but-

??????: I find all of them undesirable.

The sound of broken glass starts ringing inside Wocky's head as his eyes begins to widens in a few seconds of silence.

Wocky: ......Undesirably great, right?

??????: Undesirably horrid, yes.

Wocky was about to scream his head off at the woman's before instantly stopping himself, closing his eyes, and taking a very deep breath to calm himself down.

Wocky: Okay. Wocky, get a hold of yourself. It's not professional of you get worked up right now. (Takes Another Deep Breath Before Looking Back at the Woman in Front of Him) So, miss, you mind telling me what you....don't like about the we worked so hard in making?

???????: ('Ugggh') Where do I even begin?....For starters, how about we discuss how basically average your muffins looks.

Wocky: They're muffins, lady. What do you expect?

???????: I "expect" them to look perfectly structured!2" x 1 1/4" to be exact! Furthermore, the muffins I did ordered that day: chocolate, raisin filled, and lemon, tasted bland and has NOT lived up to my standards!

Wocky: (Rolls his Eyes) What did you expect them to taste like, shitty like you?

???????: What was that!?

Wocky: Nothing! I didn't say anything!

???????: (Glares at Wocky For a Few Seconds Before Speaking Again) As what I was saying, your muffins are poorly structured, tasted bland, the inside of your establishment is horrid to look at-

Wocky: Oh come on! What's wrong with what our shop looks?

??????: It looks too busy and the colors does not mix together well at all.

Wocky: ('Scoffs') I mean, I thought yellow and purple are a perfect combination, but to each their own I guess.

???????: And please do not get me started on that cashier of yours! His rudeness alone has irritated me greatly....

Wocky: (Facepalms Himself While Groaning) Damnit, Jerry!...Sorry about that. He's one of the employees we hired not too long ago and he always had a lazy attitude problem. I'll talk to him about that later. (Takes his Phone Out of his Pocket and Starts Texting Someone)

???????: Be sure that you do. ('Sigh') Then again, I highly doubt that fool of a boss of your is going to do much of anything.

Wocky: (Eyes Suddenly Begins to Widened at What the Woman Just Said as He Slowly Turns his Head Towards Her) I'm sorry. WHO did you just said is a fool?

?????????: Are your ears malfunctioning? I was clearly talking about your boss! He IS in charge of running this poor excuse of a muffin business, is he? (Crosses her Arms Together) There is obviously no one else I can think of than of that pitiful foolishness of a man.

Wocky: (Comically Gkares at the Lady) Yeah? Well, that "pitiful foolishness of a man" just so happens to be my old man you're talkin' about right now!

???????: You don't say?~ (Forms a Smirk on her Face) ('Hmph') That explains a lot then. I suppose foolishness DOES run in the family.

Wocky: You know, I have had it up to HERE with you, lady!! Who the hell do you think you are any damn way!?

????????: (Places her Habd on her Chest as She Properly Introduces Herself) My name is Franziska von Krama, the heiress of the Von Krama name as well as a far superior prosecutor in comparison to my little brother, Miles Edgeworth, and I should be respected as such, especially from a lowely mongrel as such as yourself.

Wocky is fuming with anger until he stops himself and takes yet another deep breath before speaking.

Wocky: You know what, Franziska? You're right, you should be respected as a heiress to your family name.

Franziska: (Politely Bows to Wocky) Why, thank you~ I am glad that we've reached an agreement.

Wocky: Yeah, yeah, agreement. But you wanna know you could do with name in question? Hm?

Franziska: I....don't quite follow, but I suppose I could let you enlightening me for once.

Wocky: (Chuckles Lightly) Well, if you must know, you can take that Von Krama name of your, shove straight upside your ass, and GO FUCK YOUR-

Before the only child of the Kitaki family could dare finish that sentence, a whip suddenly comes towards him as he quickly dodges away from it.

'WHIPLASH'

Wocky: (Eyes Widened at the Whip Sitting on the Floor as He Slowly Turns his Attention Back on Franziska) ......Did.....Did you tried to whip me just-

Without any warning, a barrage of whiplashes starts hitting Wocky as he tries as hard as he can to defend himself a few seconds later.

Franziska: (Furiously Whips the Poor Young Man to Submission) YOU FOOLISHNESS FOOL OF A FOOL! How DARE you talk to me like that!? Do you have even the SLIGHTEST CLUE of who you are facing right now!? I will me you show me proper respect even I have to smack that FOOLISH FACE OF YOURS!!!!

The whiplashes starts to become even more stingy every second Franziska swings it. So much so that it's starting to become too much for Wocky to handle....that is until something inside him begins to spark like a raging dragon screeching out in pure anger. He doesn't know of the honor of his family's name is currently on the line or if the whiplashes he's receiving are irritating him.in an egregious sense.

Either way, it was more than enough for only chichild of Kitaki's household, to open his eyes and use all the force and willpower from his back hand to finally smack the whip away from his face, much Franziska's shock.

Franziska: WHAT!?

Wocky: (Starts Panting as His Hand Stares to Bleed) ('Pant....Pant....Pant....') How's THAT for a foolish fool, huh!? (Holds His Whipped Hand Before Inhaling and Letting Out a Fairly Huge Scream) FUCK, that hurts!

Franziska: (Starts Tightening Up her Whip as She Growls in Anger) Are you TRYING to press my buttons today, mongrel!?

Wocky: No. (Holds his Fist Up in a Fighter Like Position) But you're sure as hell pressing mines.

Franziska: (Eyes Widens in Even More Shock) What is the meaning of this!? Are you facing your fists towards a lady such as myself, right now!?

Wocky: ('Scoffs') Please. Nothing about you is ladylike in my eyes. I never fought a woman before.....(Puts on a Full Determined Look on his Face) But momma didn't raise me to be a bitch and not fight back!!

Franziska: ('Groans in Even More Frustration') FINE! Be that way if you want! (Preparing herself to Make Another Swing) Do not be surprised if you receive an even lethal sets of whiplashes towards your foolish direction, boy!

Wocky: Keep threatening me all you want, I ain't scared of nothing! And my name isn't "boy" or "mongrel" either! It's-

????: WOCKY!!!

The duo turns their heads around and see Trucy, Apollo, Ema, and Klavier quickly making their way towards them.

Apollo: What is going on out here!?

Ema: We left you alone for eight and a half minutes and you're already getting into a fight? (Points at Franziska in Front Her) With HER of all of people!?

Wocky: Wait, you guys know this crazy lady?

Apollo: ('Sigh') Yes, Wocky, we know who she is. She's one of the many prosecutors Mr. Wright faced over the years of his lawyer career.

Klavier: (Smiles Sheepishly) As...well as my boss' younger sister.

Franziska: (Nakes Grumbling Noises as She Glares at Klavier)

Klavier: (Immediately Gets Startled by the Lady's Presence) U-Uh did I say younger? W-What I meant say was that...she's oldest of the two! (Chuckles Awkwardly) My mistake.....

Trucy: (Smiles Brightly) She's also my auntie!~

Wocky: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Auntie!?

Franziska: (Places her Gabds onto Both Her Hips) Yes, fool. Auntie. We're not related by blood, but she has been calling me that ever since the day we first met and that was all she wrote. (Turns to Trucy and the Others) Are you all acquainted with this hooligan?

Wocky: (Starts Glaring at Franziska) I HAVE A NAME, YA- ('SMACK') ACK! (Immediately Gets Smacked Upside the Head by Ema)

Ema: PIPE DOWN ALREADY!!

Apollo: ('Sigh') Yeah, we are. His name is Wocky Kitaki, a friend of ours.

Trucy: (Hugs Her Boyfriend's Arm Lovingly) He's also the man I love and care for everyday~ (Gives Wocky a Kiss on the Cheek)

Wocky: (Rubs the Back of his Head Back and Forth Again While Blushing) T-Thanks....I...love and care for you too, Truce.....

Franziska: (Gives the Couple a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Really. That's your boyfriend? He's so out of your league.

Wocky: (Glares at Franziska Yet Again) Yeah, well. I don't see you dating anyone, now do I, Whip girl!?

Franziska: For your information, Kitaki, I just so happened to be in a very healthy relationship the one known as Maya Fey.

Wocky: (Turns Back to Trucy) She's dating your mom?

Trucy: (Happily Nodded) Yep-Yep!~ Those two have been a thing for a while now actually. That being said.....(Turns Back to Franziska With a Disappointed Glare on her Face) Auntie Franziskaaaaa.......

Franziska: Y-Yes?

Trucy: Have you been using your whip on my boyfriend minutes before we got here?

Franziska: N-No! Of course I haven't I-

Trucy's glare starts to pierce harder towards the prosecutor's view as if it's reaching towards her soul.

Franziska: ('Sighs in Defeat') Yes, I have....(Points at Wocky) B-But that was only because he has been pushing my buttons!

Wocky: Oh and like you haven't pushed mines for the fucking longest no-

Trucy: (Turbs to her Boyfriend With a Pout) Wocky! Calm down. Let me finish talking her first, okay honey?

Wocky: ('Sighs in Defeat') Okay......

Franziska: Yes, you better listen to-

Trucy: (Immediately Turns Back to Franziska) Auntie!!

Franziska: (Immediately Shuts her Mouth and Listens) Y-Yes?

Trucy: I don't appreciate you hurting my Wocky-Kins with that whip of yours. And I'm pretty sure Momma Maya wouldn't like it either when she finds out you've been using it in public again behind her back once I tell her.

Franziska: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) W-What!? Y-You wouldn't!....You can't!

Trucy: (Crosses her Arms) Oh, but I can and will. I am her baby magician after all. So, she'll believe every word I say right off the bat. And then there's Pearly.......

Franziska: !!!!

Trucy: She already has her eyes dead set on you for the longest time now. So imagine her reaction would be if she finds out you've been going behind Mystic Maya's simply orde-

Franziska: Okay, okay! You win! I'm sorry!

Trucy: I'm not the one who you should be apologizing~

Franziska: (Turns to Wocky Before Sighing and Looking Back at Trucy) Do I really have to apologize to him-

Trucy: (Already Has Her Phone in her) Hello, Momma Maya-

Franziska: Alright, alright! (Turns her Attention Back at Wocky) Wocky, I apologize for whipping you, it was uncalled for and.....(Notices Trucy's Still Staring her and Tapping her Feet as She Sighs Heavily) Very foolish of me......

Trucy: (Puts her Phone Back Inside Her Purse With a Bright, Satisfied Smile on her Face) There you go!~ See? Was it really that hard to do?

Franziska: (Rolls her Eyes) Not entirely.....('Sigh') Look, I don't have the time to stand around and idly chat all day. I have work to accomplish. (Turns to Klavier) Gavin, do you still have the email files for next week's case ready for me to look at?

Klavier: (Happily Nodded) Indeed I do. I'll be sure to send it to you right away.

Franziska: (Simply Nodded) Very well. In the meantime, it's about time for me to head to my office. (Starts Walking Away) It was....decent seeing you all

Trucy: (Giggles Softly) Same!~ Don't work yourself too hard in there and I loveeee you!~

Franziska: Likewise. Oh and one last thing....(Turns Back to the Gang and Gives One Final Glare to Wocky) I advise all of you to keep that mon- (Sighs as She Quickly Correct Herself) Young man of yours in line. Least he's foolish enough to lay witness upon the rest of my bad side.

Franziska turns back around and continues walking towards her office as Wocky starts flipping her off by holding two of hid middle fingers up and down until Ema smacks him upside the head again.

Ema: The hell is wrong with you!?

Apollo: (Gives his Friend a Firm Glare) Wocky, you know better than to get yourself into fights. Especially with Mrs. Von Krama of all people....

Wocky: (Groans a Bit as He Rubs the Side of his Head) Look, in my defense, she's been bad mouthing me, my pops, and our muffin business for the longest time now AND she started whipping me like crazy! I can't NOT do anything about that really.

Klavier: I suppose you do have a point there.....(Smiles a Little) And it was sort of nice to see someone stood up to Franziska for once.

Wocky: What, you're telling me you guys are scared of her or somethin'?

Ema: (Let's Out a Single Chuckle) It's not just us. She has the whole court shaking in fear, even the Judge. And it's mostly thanks to that whip of hers.

Wocky: (Eyes Widened Again) Wait, they let use a literal WHIP in the courtroom!?

Apollo: ('Sigh') Yep. You'd be surprised of how many stuff they've allowed in there over the years......(Went Back to Glaring at Wocky) But seriously though, you gotta stop getting yourself into situations like this, Wocky. I know the Yakuza lifestyle is in your vain and all, but your father made it very clear that he doesn't want you and the rest of tha family to keep living that way of life anymore, did he not?

Wocky: Well, yeah, but.....(Starts Pouting a Little) It's not like i wanted to fight her in the first place.....

Trucy: (Hugs Wocky Again) We know you didn't, Wocky-Kins. We just don't want you to get yourself in trouble. You understand, right?

Wocky: ('Sighs in Defeat') I do.....Sorry for causing a ruckus.

Ema: (Smiles a Little While Gently Rubbing the Top of Wocky's Head) Don't worry about it. Sorry for smacking you on the head constantly.

Wocky: (Shrugs) Eh. I kinda deserved all of that to be fair.

Ema: Yes, you do.

Trucy: Alright now, mister. Let's get you back to the office, patched up. Your knuckles must've been bleeding like crazy.

Wocky: (Eyes Widened Yet Again) Wait they are? (Looks at the Back of his Hand to See the Blood and Whip Mark on it)....Well, shit.

Ema: You seriously didn't notice that up until now?

Wocky: Look, a lot of shit happened today, alright!?

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Hi! Okay, for the music themed asks, for Neuv, do Rock, Musicals, and Gaming tracks. For Cap, Folk and Jazz!

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Neuvillette -

2. Rock — What's something you and your f/o are proud of each other for?

I'd be very proud of him for adapting so well to human life and behaviours and the little intricacies of socialisation, as well as his crazy good memory!!

I think he'd be proud of me every time i left the house without having some form of meltdown, or made it through a conversation without hiding behind him skdjfhjksfd,, no but fr he probably admires my general drive to sort of Keep Going

9. Musicals — What colors/sounds/scents remind you and your f/o of one another?

He'd associate me with orange, first and foremost (99.9% because of my hair), but secondarily, purple and turquoise. Not for any sentimental reason, but because the Melusines found out that those are my favourite colours and remind him like eight times a week kjshdfjkdfs -- he doesn't seem like the type to have much of a crossover between certain senses. I actually imagine him to have a pretty strong case of aphantasia, so those links just don't come naturally to him - because of this, he's also an extremely literal person. I'm to be associated with the general commotion i kick up whenever i'm nearby (see previous post), but also the chatter of overexcited melusines and imitations of the little chirps and purrs they make.

I associate him with blues, whites and that tarnished sort of gold colour he wears. Maybe a cloudy sort of grey. He's got a snake scale sort of texture but also a very smooth soft one. I associate him with the sound of a clock and work being done at a desk, the smell of rain, and the tapping of his cane.

10. Gaming tracks — What is a core memory or a memory you will never forget with your f/o?

Core memories would probably include how we met (which mostly just vibes to me as like. i testified in a trial as a witness or whatever and Freaked It(tm) and he called for a recess and comforted me n was like nice.

Outside of that, I imagine him introducing me to the Melusines as his partner for the first time was also a very memorable moment for us <3

Capitano

3. Folk — What's something funny your f/o has done or said, or a moment that has made you laugh?

I imagine he and I both have these very dry senses of humour, and our 'back and forth' can be a little confusing to those who aren't familiar. One that always gets me is when i make him carry something of mine that's very outwardly soft and kind of cutesy, so it clashes horribly with his whole dark-and-brooding aesthetic.

though, one piece of one of my fics does come to mind as being pretty amusing/silly

'

"If you were a fruit product," Rowan began the sentence as if it were an entirely normal subject to hop to. Capitano patiently awaited the rest of it as Rowan paused to think for a moment. "I think you'd be pear cider." 

"You'd be applesauce." Capitano offered in return - they'd been together long enough for him to be able to keep up with Rowan's odd subject-hops and ways of expressing affection. 

"Applesauce?!" Rowan blinked and set a hand on his chest in mock-offence. "I wanted to be something cool, like a jam, or-or a candy! Not baby food." 

"You like applesauce." Capitano observed simply. 

"Okay. Yeah. True, I guess." Rowan's cheeks flushed. "Guilty as charged. But I'm changing your answer to 'raisins' instead." 

"I see." Capitano reached over to retrieve the last few items from the bag so he could put them away. 

"You're s'posed to be upset about that, by the way." Rowan tipped his chin up as he watched the Harbinger mill around the kitchen silently. 

"I like raisins." Capitano said, as he placed a jar of chutney in one of the cupboards. 

"Well I don't!" Rowan burst out indignantly. "They're yucky and icky and squishy and gross and I hate them." While his words were angry, his tone bordered more on joking. 

"You hate me?" Capitano turned to Rowan and tilted his head to the side - his helmet still remained firmly on, as it often did for the first few hours after he arrived home after a long stretch of time spent away on missions. 

"Yep. Sorry, you need to find a new catboy to look after your cabin." Rowan shrugged in a nonchalant manner. 

"I'll have Pantalone post an advertisement." Capitano took the joke in stride, a ghost of a smile pulling at his lips at his partner's familiar antics. 

"Wait, no." Rowan began to backpedal immediately. "No no no. No." He scrunched up his face and grabbed onto the lapels of Capitano's coat, giving them a firm tug. "I'm territorial. You can't get a new catboy. Or girl. Or anything." 

Capitano let out a low puff of amusement and stepped a little closer to Rowan, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him flush against his chest.

'

it's just fun and soft and domestic and silly and i like it <3

5. Jazz — What are some sweet or nice nicknames you and your f/o have for one another?

I headcanon Capitano's 'real' name to be Maleko, so on soft occasions i'd possibly call him 'eko', but usually it's just 'Cap', 'Capi' 'Tano' or some variation thereof.

I imagine he tends to call me things like 'cub' or 'pup' just because of My Vibes, but another one he's fond of is 'bambi' (tbh i made the story (or some variation thereof) canon in my version of teyvat simply because i like the nickname so much sfhkjdfsnk

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#5

THE ENDING BEFORE THE BEGINNING.

PRINCE!TOM HOLLAND X FEM!READER

warnings : none:)

word count : 314 words

authors note : this is realllyyyy short. only because this is the end;)

She smirked, the blood staining her chin seemingly black in the dim light. "Now, I think, would be a good time to confess your undying love for me." He lifted her chin, his slender fingers caressing her jaw.

"Don't get stabbed again, and maybe I will." He said softly. "I will make no such promises, my dear." Her hand rose to find his. "And if I make a formal order?" She leaned closer. "That'd tempt me even more." His lips touched hers, softly. He pulled away slightly, his upturned lips brushing hers as he whispered.

 “If I confess my love for you? Will you promise to be careful then?" She ran a hand through his hair, smiling. "That might subdue me for sometime." He didn't say anything for a few moments, only consuming her with the intensity of his gaze. 

"My soul is nothing but a crumbled love letter belonging to you. I could die a thousand times and each time I would die content, with only the memory of your lips against mine. Even in death, the only thing I can hope for is a grave besides yours, for my soul will not venture into the next life without you." 

She kissed him again, reaching into his pocket for the knife she knew he kept there. In an instance the sharp blade was buried in his chest, her other hand pressing against his mouth. Eyes full of disbelief met hers before their eventual fading into a blissful nothingness. 

He sagged against her, and she kicked him off. She fixed the creases in her clothing before looking down at him, observing the growing puddle of blood on the floor. "You swore to protect me, but long before that I'd sworn to protect myself. You should know best of all that it does not do well to leave the heart exposed. Sleep well, my love."

44 notes • Posted 2021-06-06 04:25:07 GMT

#4

Tom x reader

Tom hears Haz and reader confessing their feelings for eachother. He thinks she is cheating, when in reality, she was helping Haz with his lines.

kinda angsty, but there’s a happy ending:’))

Tom was in the kitchen, making tea for y/n. She’d woken up with a terrible headache and he wanted to help her feel better.

He picked up the cup, along with some medicine to hopefully subside the pain, and went off to their shared bedroom.

When he was about to enter, he stopped upon hearing Harrison’s voice.

“If you love me like you say you do, why won’t you just come with me? Somewhere far away. We’ll be happy.” Harrison said.

“It’s not that easy and you know it.” y/n said. Harrison sighed. “You know I love you, why can’t that just be enough?” She asked.

“Because you also love him.” “No I don’t. He’s what my parents want me to love. You, are what I love.”

Tears rolled down Toms face as he walked to the kitchen to set the tea and medicine down. He collected himself before walking back to the room.

Harrison and y/n jumped when they heard Toms voice. “When were you going to tell me?” He asked. y/n looked at him in confusion.

“Tell you what, Tom?” “Don’t do that. Don’t lie to me.” He said. “Tom, I promise you I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She told him.

“So you don’t love Harrison? Is that what you’re saying?” He questioned. “Of course I love Harrison.” But that didn’t help. Though she meant it in a friendly way, their conversation was contradicting.

“Get out.” He said. “What?” “Both of you, out.” He repeated himself. “Mate, are you okay?” Harrison asked.

“Don’t mate me Harrison. Mates don’t go after each other’s girlfriends.” Tom spoke harshly. “Woah! I am not going after your girl, Tom!” Harrison responded quickly.

“Then what was that conversation earlier? Oh, come with me somewhere far away since you love me so much.” Tom mocked him.

“What are yo-“ “Are you being serious right now, Tom?” She cut Harrison off. Tom looked at her. “Of course I am. You’re cheating on me.” He accused.

“Cheating on you? You’ve got to be the most oblivious person ever.” She told him. “Yeah I must be since I didn’t see this coming sooner.” He said.

“We were running lines for his movie Tom! We talked about this earlier. You were literally in the room!” She said.

That’s when it clicked. Tom felt so dumb. After asking if he could get her some tea, Harrison walked in and asked if they could run lines since he was stuck and couldn’t get it right.

He must’ve forgot. He was probably to distracted with going to make the tea that it just didn’t process.

“Mate, I’m sorry-“ “No worries. And I would never go after your girl. You’ve been together for years, I wouldn’t wanna ruin that.” They hugged before Harrison left the room.

“Darling I’m sorry. I don’t know why I thought you would cheat on me. I just heard you guys talking and-“ She cut him off. “Tom it’s fine. You were up pretty late last night and when I woke you up early, you were probably still tired. It’s my fault.” She said.

“No it’s not. I shouldn’t of reacted that way.” Tom told her. “I would’ve reacted the same way. Plus, we all make mistakes. You just have to trust me.” She put her hand on his face, softly caressing it.

“I do trust you.” “Good.” They smiled at each other before going in to kiss each other. Their lips molded perfectly together.

Harrison knocked softly. “That was cute and all, but I still have to get my lines finished.” He said from the other side of the door.

“Later!” Tom told him.

“Right now I have to make it up to my girl.” He whispered to her.

97 notes • Posted 2021-04-24 19:52:02 GMT

#3

GONE

PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

(gif not mine)

PART TWO OF ‘LETTERS’

(part one here)

AUTHOR’S NOTE : and the saga continues...tbh this is the most i’ve ever written of a part 2 for something???? usually after posting the first part i lose all motivation. but seeing how much everyone loved the first part has helped and im so thankful to my friends who helped me :)) alsoooo, there is a segment where i described the readers body. i tried to keep it as neutral as possible but i dont think i did that good. just saying : everyones body is beautiful, the description i added just fit best. i try not to describe things when its x reader bc everyones different so im sorry :((

summary : your love for him couldn’t compare to the love he had for her, could it?

word count : 2.9k

warnings : angsty,, sad,, I'm a whore for sad shit I'm sorry. endings not that bad.

The moonlight perfectly accentuated the dried tears on her face from the previous hours of sobbing and silently talking to herself. This had become a pattern. Come home, cry, and then write everything she felt as she tried to calmed down.

She wanted nothing more than to yell at Peter, let it all out. She couldn’t though. Because it wasn’t his fault, she keeps telling herself. So she went with a different approach.

A brown journal laid open on her desk. The letters were horribly written from the shake of her hand and the page was covered in dried wet spots. Looking closely, you could make out only one thing.

Peter’s name that had been crossed out multiple times, a tiny rip in the middle from her marking it too harshly. Beside the journal was the ring that had her and Peter’s name carved into it.

He gave it to her four months ago. Just before she started the letters. If it wasn’t for the ring, she probably wouldn’t have even started the letters. It was just another push into the reoccurring dream of Peter loving her the way she loved him.

It’s funny though. Because unlike a dream, she could experience the pain that shot through her when Peter told her it was Fay. She wished this was all a dream.

So she’d only have to experience the pain once, and never have to have that pain reoccur every time Peter messaged her asking for girl advice. Or whenever Peter invited her over to hang out, and Fay would be there lying on the couch in his hoodie.

She didn’t like pretending. No one liked watching her pretend. MJ had come over almost everyday for a month since she stumbled in on (y/n) crying in the girls locker room during gym.

MJ tried her best to comfort her friend and be there for her. (y/n) appreciated it. She couldn’t go to Peter, because how do you tell the person you’re in love with that they’re the reason you stay up crying your heart out? You couldn’t.

(y/n) laid on her bed. Her head felt like it was going seventy mph. She had a massive headache but couldn’t find it in her to get up and grab medicine for it. That’s when MJ walked in. (y/n) swore she was the one who secretly had some sort of sense, not Peter.

“We’re not gonna do this.” MJ said to her as she pushed her over so she could sit down. “Do what?” (y/n) grumbled. "Sit here and cry your pretty little eyes out while watching the window waiting for him.” MJ pushed (y/n)’s hair behind her face and smiled at her.

“Since when did you become nice?” “Since my bestfriend had her heart broke.” The two burst out into a fit of laughter. “See, you don’t need that boy to be happy. Honestly, I’ve already forgotten his name.” MJ told her.

“Wish I could forget it.” (y/n) sat up and leaned her head onto MJ’s shoulder. “Maybe you should just tell him.” (y/n) rolled her eyes at MJ. “I’m serious. It could help, you know?” MJ explained.

“Yeah, possibly ruining his relationship with Fay whilst simultaneously ruining ours is so helpful.” She crawled over MJ and went to close her journal. “I’m being serious. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“You know, whenever someone says that in movies it usually cuts to the worst thing that’s happening.” (y/n) shrugged her shoulders. “Shut up.” MJ threw a pillow at her.

“Do you think he’d believe me?” She asked as she caught the pillow and sat on her desk. “You’re his best friend. Of course he will.” MJ said. “I don’t know. What if he thinks I’m trying to sabotage his relationship?” The pillow fell out of her lap, and before she could catch it, it fell onto the floor.

Similar to how she let Peter slip so easily out of her grasp. Unable to tell him in time that she was the one behind the letters. Maybe, if she caught the pillow in time, it wouldn’t of fallen. Maybe, if she would’ve told Peter sooner, he wouldn’t be with Fay.

“Why would he think that?” “Well, do you remember the time I dated Fl-” MJ interrupted her. “I’m sorry? You, and Flash?” MJ faked a gag. “Yeah, before he became a total douche.”

“Uh-huh, continue please.” MJ urged her, now more interested in the story. 

“Well, when we started dating, I guess I distanced myself from Peter? I don’t know. That’s what he told me. But, Peter tried to tell me something and I just shot him down.” MJ’s eyes widened. Something in her sparked and she realized something. (y/n) didn’t realize the sudden change and continued on.

“And I told him he was just jealous I got into a relationship before him and he got all mad and then he-” She stopped speaking when she looked up and saw MJ on her phone, frantically texting someone.

“MJ? You okay?” She asked. “No - I mean yes! I just have to go, uh, help Ned with his homework. I’ll be back!” MJ gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, something she started doing recently, before running out of (y/n)’s room.

(y/n) stood there dumbfounded. What the hell, she thought. The house was silent until the door slammed shut, startling her. She didn’t know why, but the door slamming irked something in her.

She sat down at her desk, opening the journal. She could feel it coming. Every time this happened, it was like a tsunami. Literally, because of all the tears that she shed, and because of how unexpected it was.

It wasn’t until she had finally calmed down, that something ticked her and it all came back. The pure joy in Peter’s eyes as he said Fay’s name, and how easily it rolled off his tongue.

Had he even brought up the letters to Fay? If so, did she take credit for it? Did she claim to have stayed up every night for endless hours, thinking of what things Peter was most insecure about and point it out and describe it as if he was a Greek god basking in the praise of his peers?

No, she didn’t. That’s what shattered (y/n) the most. How if Fay took credit for the letters, then it was too late. Peter would accuse her of trying to ruin his relationship. As much as she wished that wasn’t true, she knew how defensive Peter could get.

He was a darling boy who protected the ones he loved, no matter the limits, so what was stopping him from defending Fay? That was precisely the thing. Nothing was stopping him.

He hadn’t made his feelings for Fay clear, directly. But (y/n) knows he admires, if not loves, the one who was behind the letters. Fay, possibly taking credit for that, could only mean that Fay was the one who got all of Peter’s heart now. 

Not (y/n). Peter was slipping away from her and she didn’t even notice. It wasn’t until now, sitting at her desk writing away in her journal, that she realized this did nothing.

The words were nothing but that. Letters combined on a page, forming the words she was to scared to say aloud. The words stopping Peter from leaving her. What were they but meaningless words that had no meaning, if not said out loud by the one writing them?

She stopped writing. The tears kept coming but she wanted nothing more than for them to stop. “Please, stop. Stop crying. You’re being stupid. Stop being such a baby. Please stop crying. Just stop!” She silently yelled at herself, pulling at her hair.

She insulted herself for being such a ‘crybaby’. But how could she not be? The boy she loved the most, the boy she planned on marrying one day, was gone. He was choosing Fay whether he said it or not.

If Flash hadn’t turned out to be such a dick, (y/n) knows she would’ve chosen Flash. She was in love. Her love for Peter couldn’t have competed with the Love she had for Flash.

This wasn’t the case though. This was whether or not Peter’s love for (y/n) could compete with the love he had for Fay. “It can’t. It can’t. She’s so pretty. So nice. I’m just a crybaby, who’s pushy and abrasive.” She kept whispering to herself.

She recalled the time a boy rejected her because she was ‘rude’ and had told someone to shove it up their ass. To be fair, she only said it because Flash was harassing Peter.

Peter. She wanted to hate him. It was impossible though. How do you hate someone who practically resembles a Greek god? (y/n) smiled at the memory of a conversation the two had once.

It was a school night and the two had been up later than they should’ve been, but they were so deep in their conversation. (y/n) had just been rejected by another boy.

“You wanna know what I think?” Peter asked as they laid on his bed, facing each other. “What could that nerd brain of yours be thinking about right now?” She joked. “I think that you’re a goddess. “Peter-“ “No, let me finish.” She groaned as Peter paused, trying to gather his thoughts.

“That dude - no, - that specimen, is a total dick. Your body is beautiful. And so is your face. I love the structure of it and how it compliments your eyes. Don’t even get me started on your body-”

She cut him off, “I think you’ve already started.” He laughed. Her eyes sparkled at the sound of his laugh. Something that always happened, which Peter never failed to notice.

“Your body is like art to me. Every curve and detail perfectly drawn but yet, so imperfect at the same time. I love your thighs especially. Wanna know why?” He asked, as he laid his head on her lap.

“Why?” “Because, you have these cute little marks on them. Though you hate your stretch marks, for some stupid reason, I love them. There’s nothing wrong with them. I even have some. See, loo-” “Peter, I’ve already seen them.” She argued, as he took his shirt off.

“No, touch them. Trace them, do something. Tell me what you think.” He told her as he sat up. She hesitantly touched them, and started tracing them. “They’re cute.” She mumbled.

“If you think they’re cute on me, then why not on yourself?” He inquired. “Because, Peter. We’re different people. I view things differently on you, rather myself. Just like you hate how your nose scrunches up when you get confused, but you love when I do it.” She told him.

“Yeah, but you’re so pretty. How could I hate anything about you?” He smiled at her. “You’re such a nerd.” She pushed him. “Ouch, words hurt.” He teased.

She’d calmed down by now, but the thoughts were still loud in her head. I should just write him another letter, and sign my name. Maybe it’s not too late, She thought.

She checked her phone, noticing she had many missed calls from MJ, Ned, and Peter. She ignored them, not really wanting to talk to any of them right now. Her phone rang as she sat down at her desk. 

“My god, leave me alone.” She groaned as she picked up the phone. “Hello?” “(y/n)! You have to come to Peter’s, right n-” She cut off MJ. “I can’t, I’m busy. Maybe another night?” 

“No! You don’t understand! It’s important! Please, come now!” Her voice was more hushed now, like she was heard someone coming. "I’m sorry MJ, I have to do something important. Bye.” She hung up the phone and then threw it onto her bed.

She grabbed a piece of plain paper. She doesn’t know why, but she much prefers writing on a blank piece of paper rather lined paper even if her writing ends up slanted without something to stabilize it.

She slowly started writing on the paper, not even caring if her letters were sloppy. The only thing she erased was his name so it was clear of who this letter was about.

Peter Parker,

His last name was written so perfectly, almost as if her hand was meant to write his last name for the rest of her life.

I don’t know why I’m writing this quite frankly. 

It’s not like it will change anything. You’re with her,

and I can’t change that. The only thing I can do

is write these letters, and hope that something

comes out of it. Anything. I hope it’s a letter back

telling me how much you hate me so I can just

move on. I hate this so much. At first, I was sad.

So sad, that I cried on the bathroom floor everyday

during chemistry just to avoid seeing you. I think, even

the bathroom floor was getting tired of seeing me like this.

I know I am. This will be the second to last letter I give you.

Hopefully, you don’t hate me after this. 

                                                                 - (y/n)

She folded both of the letters, and put them into a white envelope, sealing it. She wrote Peter’s name bold and center on the front of the envelope. Should I seriously do this, she asked herself. 

Yes, if you want to have any kind of relationship with Peter you will, she told herself. “Okay, don’t got to be so pushy.” She mumbled to herself. She got ready and left her house.

She arrived at Peter’s apartment, and knocked on the door. “Come in! Unless you’re a burglar, or the pizza guy who left before I got the chance to pay! That wasn’t my fault!” May called out.

(y/n) silently laughed before walking out. May poked her head out from the living room. “Ahhh! (y/n)! I haven’t seen you in like a month!” She gasped as she got up and hugged her.

“Missed you too May.” (y/n) hugged back. “Peter’s just in his room.” May told her. “Is Fay still here?” She asked. “Oh, Fay. Is that the girl he’s been bringing over?” May questioned.

“Yeah, they’re dating I think.” She said sadly. May noticed her shift in mood and rubbed her arm. “She’s not here. Don’t worry.” “I wasn’t wor-” May cut her off.

“Oh don’t try that with me. I know all about crushes. And you definitely have one.” May teased her. “Okay May. I’m gonna go to Peter’s room now.” (y/n) said awkwardly. May busted out laughing.

“I remember when I was young.” May sighed as she picked up a glass of a wine and took a sip out of it. “Oh crap! The laundry!” 

(y/n) went into Peter’s room and saw him lying on his bed, doing something on his phone. “Peter?” He looked up.

“(y/n)!” He got up quickly and hugged her, tightly. Like it was the last time he’d be doing so. Peter always loved hugging her. It felt like hugging a cloud, he’d told her once.

He explained that it was because she smelled like what Peter thought heaven would smell like, and because she was so soft and tender. But she didn’t feel like a cloud this time.

She felt like a rock. Tense and stiff. He didn’t like it. He didn’t pull away though, because this feeling scared him. He was scared that if he let go, she’d disappear.

“Peter, can’t-breathe.” She told him. “Sorry.” He said as his face went red with embarrassment. “It’s okay. I just came to give you this.” She handed him the envelope.

“Ooh, a letter?” He wiggled his eyebrows. She rolled her eyes. This felt oddly familiar to him. The feeling of the letter in his hand, the way his name was written on the front - no, it couldn’t be, he told himself.

“Well, I’m gonna go now.” She slid past him, starting to leave his room. “Wait, you just came to give me this?” He asked. “Yeah-” He cut her off. “No, how’ve you been, no cuddles, are you okay (y/n)?” He asked as he felt her forehead. He glanced down at her hand and the ring was gone. Why?

“What - Yes I’m fine Peter! Why wouldn’t I be?” She pushed him away. “Geez, I was just checking.” He mumbled. “Sorry.” She said, apologetically. “It’s fine. We haven’t hung out in a bit, so we’re bound to be on edge.” He told her.

“Maybe it’d been better if I never came here in the first place.” She mumbled. “Huh?” “Nothing!” She smiled at him.

He was starting to get nervous. First the hug, then the letter and the ring, and now this? It wasn’t right. It wasn’t familiar. It wasn’t (y/n). 

“My mom wants me home. I really got to go Peter.” She rushed. “Oh, okay. One more hug?” He held out his arms, making grabby hands at her. She smiled. A real smile. Maybe things are fine, he thought.

They hugged, and Peter held on longer this time. He still felt weird. If something was going on, he wanted to be as close to her as possible for as long as possible.

“Okayyy, bye Peter!” She waved goodbye. He waved softly, before shutting his door. He set the letter on his desk and was about to open it when he noticed something.

The letter he wrote, was gone.

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bigggg thanks to @hmucorpse​ & @flowery-heart​ you guys are like the main people i go to for ideas when im struggling :’)

other mentions : @duskholland​ @annab-nana​ @gaycinnamonrollgirl​ @chrisosterfield​ @tomholland-mcu​ @justapurrcat​ @peterbenjiparker​ @marvelouspeterparker​ @pensivepeter​ @pparkersbitch​ 

sorry for tagging you and you didn't want to be! if you want me to stop, please tell me and i will <33 

124 notes • Posted 2021-02-12 09:38:43 GMT

#2

Can you please write something very sad? Like reader gets in a car accident, and Tom has to leave an interview when he hears the news, love your writing

ofc, and thank you:)

word count : 842

authors note : enjoy<3 sorry this took so long to come out.

It was supposed to be a normal day. He went to his interview, she went to her doctor appointment. Tom was only 20 minutes into his interview when Harrison came running from behind the camera to pull Tom away.

“What’s going on mate?” Tom asked. Harrison looked hesitant to speak. “Harrison?” “It’s [ y / n ]. She’s been in an accident.” He spoke slowly making sure Tom heard every word.

“I have to go. I sincerely apologize.” Tom told the interviewer before running out of the studio in which they were in and got into the car, Harrison following quickly behind him.

“Tom, calm down. I’m sure she's fine.” Harrison tried to ease his anxiety, and also his own as Tom drove recklessly to the hospital. “I can’t calm down. I love her Harrison. I can’t lose her.” Tom’s voice was shaky, and his knuckles were white from how tight he was gripping the steering wheel.

They arrived at the hospital in no time, and Tom barely stopped the car before getting out and rushing inside. The hospital was packed and he had to push through multiple people to get to the receptionists’ desk.

“Sir, please wait your turn.” The lady told him. “My fiancé, her name is [ y / n ], where is she?” He questioned. He was impatient as the receptionist looked up her name, and didn’t hear her when she spoke to him.

“Sir!” Her voice was a little louder and it caught his attention. “She’s in room 349, but you can-” Before she got to finish, Tom was off down the halls to find her. When he found room 349, she was asleep, or unconscious, he couldn’t be so sure.

He quietly pulled a chair up by her bed, and sat down. He couldn’t bear to look at her. She had tubes in her nose, and her face had cuts on it and bruises were already forming. Her hair was matted and tangled as well.

Tom decided to just hold her hand, not wanting to cause her any more pain than she was already in. The silence was uncomfortable, but Tom would’ve preferred it over the baby that started wailing.

Amongst the chaos he completely forgot that [ y / n ] was pregnant. She was 6 months pregnant, and they were having a little girl. His worries only increased more thinking about how both of his girls were hurt.

Thirty minutes later, a doctor and a nurse walked in. “Excuse me,” The doctor said. Tom looked up, and quickly stood up to shake his hand. “I’m Tom. I’m her fiancé.” The doctor's demeanor switched from confused to sympathetic.

“Dr. Omeda, and this is the nurse, Lanie.” Tom smiled at the nurse. “[ y / n ] is currently unconscious. She got into a car accident. She unfortunately fractured her ankle, and her ribs are bruised. It could’ve been worse though, and we're thankful that it wasn’t.” Tom was trying to hold himself together.

“There’s something else as well. Since she was pregnant, and the crash was very brutal, I’m sorry to say that the baby is gone.” That was it. He was grateful that [ y / n ] wasn’t physically as bad as she looked, but they lost the baby.

Tears started to freely fall from his eyes and the nurse and doctor excused themselves from the room. He sat back down in the chair, his face in his hands. He heard soft moans of pain, and looked up to see her.

“Hey, hey. Let me help.” He stood up and helped her adjust herself in the bed. “There you go.” He smiled at her, and she tried to return it but it was obvious that it hurt too much to try. She reached out for his hand, and held it.

She looked at their intertwined fingers, and started to cry. “No, no. Don’t cry. You’re fine.” He sat down on the empty space on the bed and very softly wiped her tears. “Yeah, I’m fine. She’s not though. I lost her, Tom. I killed our baby.” She was sobbing uncontrollably.

His heart broke at the mention of her, and at the fact that she thought she killed their baby. “No you didn’t. It’s not your fault. You didn’t know any of this was gonna happen.” He comforted her. “But I didn’t stop it either. I should’ve tried harder.” Her voice was coarse.

“None of that. You did all that you could, okay?” She shook her head no and he gave her a look. “You’re a wonderful person, and I know that you’d never intentionally kill our child. Okay? I love you. I’m grateful that you’re still here with me, and she's in a better place now.” He spoke calmly.

“I love you more.” She leaned in as much as she could to hug him. “Impossible.” He whispered into her ear. “Are we gonna be okay?” She asked. “Of course we will.” He told her. And they were gonna be okay. That’s a promise.

138 notes • Posted 2021-09-23 15:26:56 GMT

#1

Tom and reader doing this on tiktok with Tessa, they have been together for a couple og years. Tom is so sure Tess will run to him, but she runs to y/n.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/COA_Bp8D15G/?igshid=niizobs12499

this is so cute:’))

pairing : tom x fem!reader

“Tommm!” y/n called out for him. “Yes, darling?” His voice boomed from the kitchen. y/n came up to him and held out her phone.

“What is this?” He asked. “Just watch the video.” She said. “I swear if this is another jumpscare vid-“ “It’s not, I promise!”

As the video finished, Tom realized what y/n wanted. “If you want to do that, then we can. But I do have to prepare you for the heartbreak of when Tess runs to me.” He teased.

“We’ll see about that, Holland.” She said. The two of them went to the backyard, Tessa following behind them.

y/n set up the phone to where they all were in frame. As the timer counted down from three, y/n was smothering Tessa in kisses. “Hey! No bribing!” Tom told her.

“It’s not bribing!” The video started recording. “Sure it’s not, love.” He said sarcastically. “Okay, you ready?” She asked. “The real question, is are you ready?” He teased.

“I’m going to punch you after this is over.” y/n said as they both ran opposite directions. Tessa stood there in the middle.

Her position shifted towards Tom, and he started smiling. “Told you I was going to win this!” That’s when Tessa turned and ran to y/n, jumping onto her.

“What’d you say Tom? Couldn’t hear you over all the kisses I’m getting right now!” Tessa was licking all over her face, leaving her slobber behind.

Tom ran back to grab the phone, rewatching the video to make sure he processed this all correctly. He looked up from the phone to see Tessa sitting in y/n’s lap.

“You traitor.” He said to Tessa. Tessa barked at him. “Tessa! That’s not nice!” y/n said to her. Then “whispered” loudly into her ear, “But I do agree, Tom does kinda smell.”

“Hey, I heard that!”

156 notes • Posted 2021-04-24 19:07:41 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #in pain at the fact that it didn’t make the stories smaller…. #mate no one’s gonna read all that rn

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Temporary - Oscar 'Spooky' Diaz Imagine Part Five

Previously...

"Good, you deserve better than that pendejo." He smirked as he lent back against the couch, his eyes meeting mine.

"I know." I smiled, holding eye contact, my heart starting to race as he winked at me before a banging on the door rang throughout the house.

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"What, man?" Oscar frowned as he opened the door, one of the cholos from earlier appearing behind it.

"We got uh, we got that thing." He muttered, scratching his head as he looked over to me briefly.

"Take Johnny, I got shit to take care off." Spooky shrugged, closing the door and making his way back over to me without waiting for a reply.

"You know you don't have to babysit me right? If you've got things to do, I'll be okay." I smiled slightly as he dropped back down to his seat besides me.

"Nah, it's all good, nothin' they can't handle." He shrugged before focusing his attention solely on me. "So tell me, what exactly has Ruby told you about me?"

"Other than you being the most feared gang leader in Freeridge? Not so much." I smirked with a laugh as his mouth turned up slightly.

"Most feared huh?" He chuckled as he rubbed his chin briefly before leaning back and stretching his arms across the back of the sofa, his left hand brushing my shoulder slightly.

"Apparently so." I shrugged, watching as he reached onto his shorts pocket and pulled out a pack of cigerettes. "Although so far you're definitely not living up to expectations." I told him with a laugh as he threw an unlit cigerette hitting me square in the forehead.

"He tell you anything else?" He asked, lighting his own cigerette before leaning over and lighting mine, also known as the one he threw at my head.

"Uh, you've been looking after Cesar for a while now, a little about the Santos, and that you've just got out of prison." I trailed off, not sure whether I should have mentioned the last part. I frowned slightly as Oscars eyes drifted to the floor, a deep scowl on his face as my words hit his ears. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it, if it makes you feel any better there's no judgement on my end." I said softly, catching his attention as he raised his head to look at me. "I didn't know you then, before I mean, I know you now, and that is how I'll judge you." I smiled, a sense of relief washing other me as Oscar chuckled slightly before nodding his head, a slight glimmer in his eyes.

"Oh!" I continued excitedly. "And I'm pretty sure him and Jamal are absolutely terrified of you." I laughed thinking back to earlier. "They almost lost their shit at the school when I called you Oscar rather than Spooky." I smiled, the younger boys terrified faces flashing in my mind briefly.

"Spooky's a different person." Oscar sighed, rubbing his head. "You don't wanna be around me when I'm him." He muttered, stubbing his cigerette out on the ash tray on the table.

(Okay so I completely forgot that they was smoking, bare with me guys!)

"It's okay." I shrugged following his actions. "I'm more than happy to just know Oscar." I said sincerely, smiling to myself as a small smile graced his handsome features.

"Where is she?"

"Where is who?"

"My daughter! Where is she?"

"I don't know who your daughter is señora."

Shouting from outside took our attention away from each other and instead focusing on the voice that was drifting in through the closed door, my confusion dispersing as the voice clicked in familiarity.

"You've gotta be kidding me." I groaned as I rubbed my face before standing up from my spot on the sofa.

"What?" Oscar asked as I made my way to the window, him following suit.

"That's my mother." I muttered, pulling the curtain back slightly so we could both see the older figure stood with her hands on her hips with Diego behind her as she attempted to get my whereabouts out of the cholos in the yard.

I watched in confusion as Oscar chuckled to himself before striding over to the front door and swinging it open, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed as all eyes moved to him.

"Can I help you?" Oscar called as he stood watching my mother and Diego with a smirk on his face.

"My daughter, where is she?" I heard my mother's voice as I took another quick look out of the window, Diego's smirk dripping slightly as he looked over at Oscar.

"I dunno señora, I got a lot of hyna's if ya know what I mean." He shrugged slightly, making me laugh quietly. He turned his head to me slightly raising an eyebrow making me smirk and raise my hands in mock surrender.

"Amelia Perez I know you're in there!" My mother shouted as her eyes scanned the windows, only just missing me as I quickly stepped back and out of sight. "You come out here right this second and apologise to your man!" She yelled making me shake my head with a sigh. Always on his side. I thought to myself.

"No disrespect, but I don't see no man over there, that cabrón ain't even a boy, señora." Oscar chuckled causing Diego to look up at him with a scowl on his face.

I sighed as I watched my mothers face twist in further anger, her fists clenched by her sides as if she would actually allow herself to throw a hit. Deciding that enough was enough I sighed and moved to stand beside Oscar in the doorway.

"Finally!" My mother exclaimed dramatically as her eyes landed on me. "Come on, you and Diego need to sort this shit out." She sighed motioning for me to go to her, her eyebrows raisin slightly as I made no attempt to move.

"There's nothing to sort out mami." I shrugged helplessly. "There's only so many times you can convince me to go back to him, I'm done with it." I shrugged again, not knowing how I could make it any clearer for her.

"You need to fight for what you have hija." She said in her 'motherly' voice, the one she would use to discreetly scold me when there was company around as a child. "You two are perfect for each other, you know this!" She smiled as though that one sentence was all it was going to take to change my mind.

"Perfect?" I scoffed. "You mean how he goes out of his way to make me feel worthless? How you both expect me to be the perfect little house wife, waiting at home for him to get back? Perfect as in the way he stops me from seeing friends? I've got nobody left because of him!" I raised my voice in frustration, my fists clenching in anger by my side.

"You have Jess!" She said matter-of-factly, crossing her arms over her chest as she smirked in satisfaction.

"Oh whoopdy-fucking-do mami, one person. One. The same one who's been telling me to leave his sorry ass since day one!" I yelled, pointing over to Diego was looking amused at the situation infront of him. "The same one that noticed the weird thing that's always seemed to be going on between you two!" I added, looking between the two in disgust.

The feeing of a hand on the bottom of my back made me jump slightly, turning to see Oscar looking down at me with a small frown on his face. Sighing I looked over to the cholos who were awkwardly watching, even if I had forgotten they were even there. Taking a deep breath i turned back to face the two unwelcome visitors.

"I'm not gunna be his punching bag anymore." I sighed, the fight leaving me until Diego opened his mouth.

"Just listen to your mother Amelia." He smirked, his arms coming up across his chest so he was in a matching stance with my mother.

"Fuck you." I smirked as his face dropped, a frown taking over his own smirk. "You know what mami, he's all yours." I raised my hands in surrender and stepped back into the Diaz household, stopping just over the threshold as my mother's final attempt reached my ears.

"If you leave now don't even think about coming back to Geny's!" Her shrill voice echaed through the empty house.

Hesitating slightly, I looked back to Oscar, sending him a small smile as I shrugged and walked in.

"Guess were all sorted Señora!" Oscar grinned as he tucked his hands into his front pockets, me watching from my space on the couch. "Now get off my property." He growled, all traces of a smile wiped from his features as he stared down at Diego and my mother.

Without waiting for any type of reply he nodded to his Santos in the yard and walked back inside, closing the door without a second look as he came over and plopped down on the couch besides me.

"I'm sorry." I sighed after a few minutes of nothing but silence, him frowning down at me in confusion. "For, I dunno, everything since I first met you, and especially for bringing my shit to your doorstep." I shrugged looking down as I fiddled with my hands, until another pair covered mine.

"Hey, you ain't gotta apologise, that shits on them, you don't deserve to be treated like that." He said quietly, our eyes locked together as he scooted slightly closer. "You should be treated like a Princesa." He smiled slightly making me giggle.

"Oh yeah? And who's gunna treat me like that?" I whispered, my eyes focused on his and nothing else.

I could feel the space between us closing steadily, unsure whether it was me or him leaning in, my eyes trapped in his as he glanced between my own and my lips. The thumping of my heart rushing to my ears, so loud I'm surprised he couldn't hear it himself. The thought of Diego and mother being outside was pushed to the back of my mind, the only thing I could focus on was wanting to know how Oscars lips would feel against mine.

My eyes fluttered shut as his lips touched mine, soft, tender and short lived as the front door flew open making us pull away quickly, I moved away slightly putting slightly more distance between us as Cesar, Ruby and Jamal came in.

"Uh, Lia, why did I just pass your mum storming away with Diego trailing behind like a dog?" Ruby asked as his eyes landed on me before swiftly moving to Oscar besides me. "Also, why are you here?" He asked as his eyes continued to flicker between me and the Santo.

"And what happened to your face?" Jamal asked with wide eyes, as he looked at what was once the red mark under my eye which had now changed to a blue/purple bruise. "Was it that douchebag Diego? Need me to go and sort him out?" He asked looking at me with a hard stare making me laugh.

"Come on Jamal, we all know you couldn't fight your way out of a wet paper bag." I snorted causing the other two younger guys to burst out laughing while Oscar let a small chuckle slip as he got up and made his way over to the kitchen, grabbing a beer and leaning against the counter as he watched the rest of us.

"You know what, I'll leave you to deal with your own issues." He muttered as he dropped down in the available seat besides me.

"My issues are sorted, kinda." I added as my eyes flickered over to Oscar, who smirked as he looked down at his beer.

"What did you do?" Cesar spoke up, looking over at his older brother with a knowing glint in his eyes.

"What? Why you gotta assume it was me?" He asked as he put his beer besides him on the counter and folded his arms over his chest as he looked at the younger Spooky in disbelief.

"I mean, that's what Los Santos are right? They sort issues people have?" Jamal tried to add his point before I elbowed him in the ribs with a 'what the actual fuck' look. "I'm just saying." He shrugged, shrinking back into the couch as I shook my head and looked back over to Oscar.

"Anyway, it wasn't me who basically told my mum and boyfriend to go fuck." Oscar chuckled as his eyes met mine, a blush rising up my chest and neck as he winked at me.

"You did what?" Ruby and Jamal scream in unison while Cesar just laughed and shook his head just as my phone dinged.

"And you guys say I'm the weird one." I muttered as I pulled my phone out of my shorts pocket. "Welp, guess I gotta find somewhere else to stay now." I sighed as I read through.

Mami: I meant what I said, don't come back here until your ready to sort it out.

*Deleted*

Diego: That cholo ain't gunna treat you any better Amelia.

*Deleted*

Geny: I heard what happened with Diego, for the record, you mother is definitely out of order there, you're welcome to come back at any point just let me know. X

Geny: Also, if you see Ruby tell him I need him home to sort out his room for Olivia as you won't be using it. X

"Ruby, your mum wants you to go back and sort your room for Olivia since me and Diego aren't staying there." I told him, smirking as his eyes widened.

"Olivia, Olivia? As in my mums friends, daughter?" He asked slowly as though I was teaching him the basics of rocket science.

"Yeah, that one, he parents are being deported or something, so she's staying with you guys." I said remembering overhearing geny and mum mentioning it at some point.

"Oh my god! How's my hair? How's my breath? How do I look? What about my outfit?" He rambled 100mph as his hands frantically tired to sort his hit and straighten his clothes all at once.

"Who's Olivia?" Cesar asked as he watched the paniced boy in amusement.

"She's like my cousin, well, not actually my cousin, like blood, not like Lia is but a family friend that you'd call cousin, you know, so no inbreeding and that." Ruby muttered on, making me laugh slightly." At his flustered state.

"Rubs, chill, her parents have just been deported, I'm pretty sure a romance would be the last thing on her mind right now." I shrugged, and while I've never actually met Olivia, I know it would the last thing on my mind.

"Hey, you could invite her to the dance!" Jamal exclaimed with a wide grin, as though he had just uncovered the secrets to infinite youth.

Oscar apparently seeing that as his que to leave sighs dramatically as he pushed himself away from the counter. "As much as I love listening to you pendejos bitching about, whatever, I got shit to do." He muttered as he picked up his beer and walked towards the front door putting his brothers shoulder on the way. "Hey Lia." He paused as he opened the door, turning to look at me over his shoulder. "You can stay here." He nodded to me making me frown in confusion.

"What do you me-" I started before I was interrupted.

"You need a place to stay yeah?" He asked, pausing while I nodded in agreement. "You can stay here, take my room, I'll take the couch." He shrugged as though it was no big deal, narrowing his eyes at me as I opened my mouth to reject his offer. "Okay?" He asked, well, more stated.

"Okay." I nodded with a smile and a laugh. "Thank you Oscar." I smiled sincerely, my eyes focused on him as the other people in the room faded into the background.

"De nada princesa." He winked before stepping out into the yard, a chorus of 'spooky!' coming from the Santos as he closed the door behind him.

A cough from beside me brought me back to earth, turning to see three sets of eyes on me, Ruby and Jamal looking as though I'd killed somebody right then and there and Cesar with a knowing smirk on his face.

"What?" I asked innocently.

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I know it's terrible, I'm sorry, but I'm determined to finish this, at least so I can have a tiny portion of my brain that is obsessed with OMB back 😩😆

#on my block imagine #cesar diaz #monse #on my block #on my block imagines #ruby martinez #spooky diaz #jamal turner #Oscar diaz imagines #Oscar diaz imagine #spooky diaz imagine #spooky diaz imagines #temporary part five #oscar diaz temporary

[passsacaglia]

So my friend @baileyblight drew a character and in my head I immediately came up with some lore for them: a friendly cryptid named Nancy who lives down the street, makes ballin oatmeal raisin cookies, and generally just likes to hang out and have a good time

[Image description: A figure with tan skin balancing on one foot with their arms spread out beside them. Their neck is about as long as a human arm, and it’s bent in a backwards N shape. About halfway to their head their skin begins turning charcoal black, and their face has many long blue eyes and nothing else. Their hair is black and about chin-length. On their right shoulder are more elongated blue eyes. They’re wearing a pastel yellow tank top with the right strap not on their shoulder, high-waisted jeans, and sandals. On their left ring finger is a black ring, and on their left wrist are several brightly colored thin bracelets. The background is purple with a lighter purple six-pointed star in the middle. On the top, black text reads “BOXWOOD LANE’S NEWEST FRIEND…” and on the bottom is a large black rectangle with “[REDACTED]!” written in it in white. Below the rectangle is black text that says “(’Nancy’)”. End image description.]

#body horror #eye horror #other people's characters

[allegra-writes]

Happy birthday, Peter

Peter Parker x Reader

General audiences

Warnings: None

Ok, this isn't a request but today is August the tenth, MCU Peter Parker's canon birthday, so let's have a little birthday Fluff to celebrate! 💜

MY MASTERLIST

“Tony, Fury's here about that new guy he wants you to meet for the new team, Quentin Beck” Pepper's voice interrupted Tony’s obvious staring.

“No-uh, forget it, not happening. I just got out of the hospital a couple weeks ago, after I almost died saving the world from that giant purple raisin. Again. Now this? This is a party. Peter’s party, I refuse to work today” Tony was not having any of that tonight of all nights. He had five years worth of birthdays and holidays to catch up on with his kids, kids he thought he wouldn’t have the opportunity to ever hug or talk or plan parties for, he might add. So Fury could get lost for all he cared.

Besides, he had his own ideas for his super secret boy band 2.0, and he was looking straight at them.

“Now, Miss Potts, if you would be so kind as to come right here and tell me what you think about this” He stepped closer to his wife and gestured at the group of teenagers laughing and chatting on the other side of the room. If he was honest with himself, he had been so nervous about the four of them meeting: What if they didn’t like each other? That would not make his plans impossible but it would certainly put a damper on them. The truth was he should have been nervous about you guys getting along a little too well …

Pepper took a look and immediately paled.

“Oh no, no no no! Tony, no!”

Unbeknownst of the argument ensuing about you, Harley Keener, Cassie Lang, Peter Parker and you continued to laugh at Ned Leeds retelling of the time Spider-Man stole his “arch nemesis”, Flash Thompson's car.

“… Of course now Mister Stark gave you a car of your own, I guess Spider-Man won’t need to ask Flash for his car again”

Peter shook his head,

“I still say I can’t accept it, I’m sorry, y/n, it’s just too much”

“What are you talking about? It’s not even a new car, Happy’s been driving it for years” You said, “Besides, I’m going to need someone to drive me around, you know I hate to do it myself…”

“Is that your way of saying you failed your driving test again?” Harley quipped, casually resting his arm around Cassie’s shoulders. The look the petit brunette gave him had him quickly remove it, however.

“Shut up Keener!” You huffed, “Who needs to drive when you can fly, anyway”

“What else did you get, Peter?” Cassie asked, genuinely interested.

“You mean besides the car and the scholarship?”

“Ooh, my present! You haven’t opened my present yet!” you exclaimed excitedly, placing a closed envelope on Peter’s hands.

“Y/n, you really shouldn’t…” He tried to protest.

“Come on, just open it!”

“Open it! Open it! Open it!” Cassie, Ned and Harley started chanting. Peter tore the paper apart to revel the single, golden ticket inside that simply read in big black letters “Valid for one birthday wish”

“It’ a…”

“It’s a birthday wish coupon” You explained, “Limited time offer, for tonight only. Whatever you want, no consequences, no questions asked. Anything money can buy, and then some. Want to steal a plane and fly to Europe, Have a body you need to hide? I’m your man… well, girl, but you know what I-“

“YOU WANT OUR KIDS TO WHAT?” Scott Lang's voice Echoed through the lake house living room, where the intimate party was taking place, interrupting you.

“I know it seems insane, but so did time travel…” Your dad was trying to explain, with apparently little success, if Scott’s face increasingly redder color was anything to go by. The vein visible on his neck wasn’t looking like a good omen either.

“Think we should go break them apart?” Cassie asked calmly, with the same air of infinite patience laced with resignation that you usually wore around your father yourself.

“Lets go before they break something” You sighed and followed her to the other side of the room, without noticing you were leaving a stunned Peter behind.

“You know what you should use that coupon for, right?” Harley’s voice broke through his daze.

“Whu- what?”

Harley rolled his eyes.

“Come on, dude! No consequences? No questions asked? You should ask her for a kiss!”

“What? No! We’re not… I’m not- we are not like that!”

Harley and Ned exchanged a look.

“I never thought I would agree with this guy, but Harley’s right. Peter, this is your chance!”

“Peter, look” The blond grabbed Peter’s shoulders, “She said it herself, no consequences, she promised. So even if she’s not into you like that, and trust me, she is, you know she’ll still be your friend.”

“Come on, dude, you were thinking the exact same thing! Besides,” Ned finished, “I’m your guy in the chair, I wouldn’t tell you to do it if it was a bad idea”

Peter could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment, and his eyes with unshed tears of frustration.

“You guys have no idea what you are talking about” He mumbled bitterly, and left.

He just needed to get away, he just needed some air to help him get himself under control again. His friends meant well, he knew it wasn’t their fault. He was the one that never told them, after all. That you guys had already kissed once, right under the illuminated Eiffel tower, the night of the airport fight, a lifetime ago, or at least that’s what it felt like.

And it had been so. Fucking. Perfect. He could still almost taste you on his lips. He had obsessed over that kiss. He had lost sleep, and hunger over that kiss. For weeks. But as soon as you guys had return to New York, it was radio silence. For almost three months he hadn’t heard from you. And when you guys finally started talking again… nothing. Not a single word about it.

Until now, because you had just mentioned it. Indirectly, but you did. That little comment about stealing a plane hadn’t been random: That’s how you guys had gotten to France from Germany that time. You had stolen your father’s self flown jet and took it for a ride with Peter, and that’s where you had ended up, insisting that the real crime would be to take Peter to Europe and not showing him Paris.

It had been a full moon night, just like this one. There hadn’t been that many stars in the sky, because of the city lights, of course. But this, right then, standing at that secluded lake shore, with billions of stars lighting up the night sky, it almost felt like being underneath the tower lights again.

The soft sound of your bare feet on the grass pulled him out of his thoughts. He knew it was you, he always knew. He could tell your heartbeat apart from a crowded room. Hell, from a crowded city. He totally got your father’s favorite nickname for you.

“Hey! Everyone's looking for you,” You said, coming to a stop beside him, toes barely touching the warm water, a welcomed relief on that hot summer night. “It’s almost time to cut the cake”

“If I did wanted to steal a plane tonight, would you really do it?” He asked ignoring your comment. You simply shrugged,

“Where would we go?”

“Paris”, He replied without missing a beat. And you prayed he and his super senses couldn’t hear the way your heart picked up it’s pace with that single word. But of course he did.

He turned around to face you, his mind made up between one of your heartbeats and the next.

“What you said back inside, about no consequences, no questions asked” He inquired, “Did you mean it?”

He took a step towards you, so close now that your chests were almost touching. You wondered if he knew what it did to you having him so close, how you couldn’t think, couldn’t breath. How every inch of your skin stood to attention, ready to be electrified by the slightest touch with his.

You looked up into his eyes, taking a detour at his lips, so close to your own.

“Yes” the breathless whisper was barely audible for your normal human ears, but of course he heard you clearly. He took a final step closer.

“Close your eyes” He repeated your own words from that night at the tower back at you. You didn’t even try to resist his order. You felt him place a finger under your chin, softy tilting your head up for better access, and then the most delicate, exquisite pressure of his lips on yours.

It was too much. It was not enough. You nibbled on his bottom lip, trying to get him to deepen the kiss, and he complied, the little growl that escaped his throat at the first taste of your tongue was by far the sexiest thing you had ever heard in your life. He quickly took control of the kiss, carefully cupping your face with one hand, the other fisting the silk of your dress at your waist, pulling you closer. He almost lost all semblance of self-restraint at the way your body melted into his. You couldn’t do more than submit to his assault on your lips, than submit to him.

“Wow. Is anyone timing this? I'd swear they should've had to come out for air by now” One of the three figures watching the scene unfold from behind the glass windows of the lake house asked, confused. "They'll pass out from lack of oxygen!"

“Peter won’t pass out,” decided Harley, “superhuman and all that…”

“She can pass out”

Cassie snorted,

“I’m sure he can give her some mouth to mouth”

“You mean more than he’s already giving her?” it was Harley’s turn to snort.

Ned turned away from the window.

“So,” He began, a little dumb struck, “that happened.”

“Is still happening” corrected Harley, cheekily. Ned ignored him,

“You think they’ll finally get together now?” he asked.

“No way,” Harley scoffed.

“Yeah, those two have been pining for each other for so long, I don’t think they know how to function without it” Cassie sentenced, eyes still on the lake outside.

Ned sighed,

“You’re probably right. Tomorrow they’ll most likely be back to their stumbling, blushing selves. I swear, they are going to be getting married and still be like “Do you think she likes me? Like, like like me?”” He pitched his voice higher in a remarkably good impression of his best friend that had his new ones cracking with laughter.

“Hey, kids!” Tony Stark came up to them, frowning “Have you seen Peter and my daughter? It’s almost time for the cake… What are you looking at?”

The three teens jumped away from the window at once,

“NOTHING!!”

The End.

#peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfic #peter parker imagine #peter parker imagines #happy birthday peter parker

[hopelessromanticspoonie]

“Because there’s nothing sexier than a prune.” His teeth graze her shoulder and she gasps. “Yes sir. Are you joining me in this bath?”

"When the prune is in the same of you, yes. I will not. I have plans. I am going to shower and leave you to luxuriate and soak while I set the stage for more." He wiggles his brows at her.

She turns on the water for the heavenly soaking tub and begins stripping, waiting for her next set of instructions for what is bound to happen after she’s done. “I know some people had crushes on The California Raisins. We can get some purple paint and do it up right.”

James laughs as he follows her into the bathroom and turns on the shower. "Maybe another time, darling." He grabs so bath salts and pours them in. "For the muscles.” He inhales. "Plus they smell lovely." He quickly strips and jumps into the shower. -J.C.

"When the prune is in the same of you, yes. I will not. I have plans. I am going to shower and leave you to luxuriate and soak while I set the stage for more." He wiggles his brows at her.

“I don’t know whether to be excited or worried,” she laughs, both emotions taking up residence and awakening the butterflies in her belly. She turns on the water for the heavenly soaking tub and begins stripping, waiting for her next set of instructions for what is bound to happen after she’s done. “I know some people had crushes on The California Raisins. We can get some purple paint and do it up right.”

James laughs as he follows her into the bathroom and turns on the shower. "Maybe another time, darling." He grabs so bath salts and pours them in. "For the muscles.” He inhales. "Plus they smell lovely." He quickly strips and jumps into the shower.

“That’s so not fair! You’re gonna be naked so close to me? Ugh,” she playfully protests as she turns off the water to the bathtub. The steam coming off of it does smell absolutely amazing. She carefully sits down in the tub and stretches out to lean against the edge with a relieved groan. The water comes up to her chin and it’s perfect. “Oh wow, this feels amazing and I’m so glad our new place has a tub.”

#rp #jc anon #james conrad rp #he is giving no quarter on what his plans are #and color me curious #i gots to know #but also waiting is fun too

[lethbians]

how about a reddie barn party?

“a barn party?”

“yeah.”

“well what is it?”

mike looks at stan. stan looks at bill. bill, wide-eyed, looks back and forth between the two of them. 

“it’s… a party. in a barn.” stan speaks slowly, though the corner of his mouth twitches like he’s trying desperately not to smile. 

“well i nuh-know that,” bill says in exasperation, and mike lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and laughs, relieved. he knows bill is smart, he knows—the good grades and power essays will prove it—but sometimes bill’s brain cells took vacations. sometimes bill would write the coolest shit in creative writing class: the kinda shit that mike and bev and richie (so, by proxy, eddie as well) liked to read. horror stories, like the slasher films the losers stayed up to watch (ben and stan preferred anything but horror), though bill has a habit of adding corny romantic subplots that appealed more to ben than anyone else. bill would write those, would blow the whole loser’s club away with those, and then turn around and introduce himself as dilliam benbrough. 

his braincells took vacations, but they always came back. 

“i meant what is it fuh-for?” 

mike shrugs. “for fun.”

“why, do you have other plans that day, bill?” stan crosses his arms, and bill grins. 

“i’m in. on wuh-one condition.” 

* * *

“are you kidding me?” eddie scowls. “cowboy attire mandatory?”

“i don’t know why you’re complaining, eds; it’s your fantasy come true. i have two words for you, bro.” richie strikes a pose and the sound of his hand slapping against his thigh is too loud in the small space of the clubhouse. “assless. chaps.”

“take it back, bill, please.” eddie looks at bill helplessly, but bill’s too busy flipping through a Sears catalogue to see it. 

“shuh-should i get classic brown leather style boots? or should i g-go for a buh-bold black instead?” 

bev leans over his shoulder and points to an image on the sheet, her nail polish still wet. “these. they’ll match that plaid you got at the thrifty mart today.” 

eddie turns to mike, eyes desperate, but mike just shrugs. 

“i’ve been looking for a reason to wear my cowboy hat. sorry eddie.” 

richie slaps his thigh again and raises his eyebrows suggestively at eddie. “c’mon cowboy. saddle up, eddie, we’re goin’ full gay cowboy. wanna share a tent with m—.” 

eddie, red with fury (and flushed with embarrassment) punches richie’s shoulder. richie cackles, and cackles, until eddie’s pout twists like he’s holding back his own giggles; until stan turns to mike with a flat look and asks if they can be uninvited. 

“we need eight to square dance, stan.” 

eddie stops mid-tousle with richie and squawks. “we have to dance?” 

bill looks up from his magazine and sighs. “it’s a barn party eddie.” 

eddie flips him off, and this time they all laugh. 

* * *

“oh my god.” 

“wow.”

“holy shit, benny boy!” richie puts his hands on his hips and slowly turns in a circle, surveying the empty barn. “you out-fuckin’-did yourself, now!” 

“richie tozier!” calls a warning voice from the corner, and jessica hanlon gives him the stink eye from thirty feet away. “you watch your mouth while i’m around.”

richie holds up an apologetic hand, though his mouth quivers with the shadow of a smile. “you got it, mrs. h!” 

“nice, richie,” bev smirks. she turns to ben. “seriously ben, this place looks incredible.”

the lights were the hardest part: stringing them up in the rafters, wrapping them around the old wood and across the walls… ben had suffered his share of splinters and spider encounters. it’s a big barn too, and ben’s hands were sweaty from the early june heatwaves (and nerves from the spider encounters). but he’d managed, with the help of mike and his uncle, and now the whole barn was strung with fairy lights and chinese lanterns. 

“it’s dreamy,” bev says, looking ben in the eye as she does. “romantic.” 

ben goes as crimson as the barn and looks at his feet.

“thanks bev.” 

“are you guys gonna’ help set-up or just stand there like raisins on a celery stick?” jessica stands behind the group now, a sheen of sweat on her forehead. “your poor friend is struggling over there and you all are looking at the lights like a bunch of moths.” 

mike turns to where bill’s currently putting up the big banner he and bev painted. well, trying to put up the banner. actually, struggling is really the word he’s looking for. every time bill would get one side taped up he’d walk to the other, but just as he’d get that corner taped down the first side would fall again. mike bites his lip and tries not to smile too wide. 

they all stand there for another few seconds, watching bill continue to struggle, before mike shakes his head and jogs over to help. 

“oh!” bill says as mike pressed his palm to the paper to keep it up as bill fought with the tape dispenser. “th-thanks, mikey.” 

“no problem, bill.” mike watches bill attempt to rip the tape with his teeth. “are you going to the barn party with anyone?”

bill pauses, looks up at mike with the strip of tape still in his mouth. “uhh. the rest of yuh-you guys?”

“i meant as a date.” mike’s face is perfectly calm, but the cage of his rib bones shakes noisily with the thumping of his heart. “are you, you know, going with anyone?”

bill starts fighting with the tape again. “uh, n-no.”

“do you want to go with me?”

bill manages to rip off the tape he needs, and finally secures the poster. mike steps back cautiously from the wall, just in case it decides to fall again. nothing moves. mike looks back to bill, who still hasn’t answered. 

“yes. yuh-yeah.” bill smiles, a soft thing, and nods. “that’d be awesome, mikey.” 

“cool,” mike says, feeling very, very cool. “very cool.” 

* * * 

“whoa, eds, slow down—eddie, damn, what’re you running for?” richie’s keeping up pretty easily with his long legs and therefore long strides, but eddie’s practically jogging at this point and soon richie’s going to have to do the same. “what’s goin’ on, cowboy?”

“don’t cowboy me,” eddie grumbles, his boots making a little click click with every step as the fake spurs tapped against the sidewalk. 

richie stops. “eds, are you mad at me?” eddie’s still walking, albeit a little slower now. “eddie.”

“i’m not mad!” eddie says, madly, though he stops walking too. “i’m just. i’m. ugh!” eddie makes a little noise of frustration and richie tries desperately not to feel so fucking fond about it. “why didn’t you ask me to go with you to the barn party?”

if richie wasn’t already frozen to the spot, that would’ve knocked him out cold. “wh… what? whaddya mean? i’m here, with you, right— “

“but you didn’t ask. you just showed up unannounced like you always do.” 

“well yeah that’s just how it is—”

“but why didn’t you ask?” eddie turns, sparks of red on high cheekbones turned orange in the lamplight. he looks like a puppy, ears turned down and big brown eyes hiding sadness under the brow of anger that covered it. the pieces clicked together in richie’s head. 

“oh. ohhh. i get it.” richie shoves his hands in his pockets. “you wanted to be romanced.” 

“that is not what i said.” 

richie takes a few steps forward. “you wanted me to get down on one knee and lend you my kerchief as an invite to the debutante ball.” richie, playing up the western twang he’s taken on, over-pronounces every syllable in debutante. eddie scoffs to hide the beginning of a laugh. 

“shut up richie, i was just saying—“

“well, mistah edward j. kaspbrak— 

“don’t call me that.”

“— would you do me the honor of bein’ my pardner—“

“i hate you.”

“and accompanyin’ me to the hanlon barn party so i don’t haf’ta ride solo tonight?”

richie’s got his hand cupped under eddie’s chin by now, and the other arm curled loosely around eddie’s waist. in the early twilight glow, richie’s eyes shine with amusement and something else; something that’s always wrapped in every glance sent eddie’s way. love, probably, though eddie’s still scared to say it and richie’s no better. sometimes richie knows he’s in love but he also knows he was in love last year, and the year before, and the year before that one, and every year that goes by richie’s love feels deeper and stronger and real-er. richie used to think love was a peak at the top of a mountain of feelings but being with eddie has him thinking that maybe it isn’t, that maybe love is just a mountain and richie never wants to stop climbing. 

“yes, asshole, of course i want to go to the barn party with you.” eddie’s not even trying to look angry anymore. richie wants to kiss him, and he goes to do so, but the oversized rims of their cowboy hats bump together and it makes them both laugh. 

“gay cowboys sure have it rough, huh?” richie asks. “let’s try that again.” then he tilts his hat back, leans down, and kisses Eddie properly. 

* * *

the lights looked good in the day, but they look downright magical in the dark of night. there’s still a purple tint to the sky, leftover from the stretched out sunset, and though there’s no cracks in the roof to see the stars through, they cast a foggy glow on the grass outside. 

the music is loud, but not too loud, and cheerful, but not overtly so. dancing music, is what it is, and most people are inside making the most out of it. stan’s in there with patty, mike knows—he’d seen them spinning circles around everyone else. mike knows for a fact stan doesn’t take dancing lessons, but the way he and patty swing and dance with such ease and grace makes you think it was practiced. mike just thinks that true love shows in the way you move together. you can always see it in the way people dance. it’s about… well, richie and eddie have it too, and richie’s got two left feet and a tragic lack of the “being able to take things seriously” bone. 

it’s in the way they look at each other, though, the way eddie’s face pulls into a joyous adoration when richie spins him around the room obnoxiously even though he’s telling richie to put me down, put me down! it’s in the way bev brushes her fingers against ben’s when he hands her a cup of punch, and the way ben’s knee lingers when bev’s knee rests against his where they sit on the bench; like every touch is infinite, and worth every second. it’s in the way stan holds patty as they dance, like she’s something to be held, and the way patty holds him just the same. 

fuck, mike knows he’s only eighteen, but he knows what love, true love, looks like. 

“the p-party is inside,” bill says. an adjacent thought to mike’s last, suddenly here before him: bill, in all his plaid and leather fringe glory. mike’s heart, a racehorse poised at the startling line, takes off.

“i needed a break from the line dancing. your mom is kicking my ass.” it’s true. ms. denbrough sure knows how to country-shake it. 

“she was muh-more excited for this than i was,” bill jokes, and then walks the rest of the way from the barn to the edge of the field where mike is standing. 

“you look good.” it’s a bit sudden, maybe, but that thought evaporates when bill lights up with a shy smile. “the cowboy look suits you.” 

“thuh-thanks, mikey.” bill’s hand twitches, like he’s going to reach out, but it stays at his side. “your shirt. it’s a g-good shirt.” 

nice one, denbrough. bill makes a face. 

“i mean yuh-you look strong it it. i mean, handsome. and strong, tuh-too.” bill’s bright pink, and mike couldn’t think him any cuter. “yuh-you know what i mean.”

“i wear this shirt all the time,” mike says, just to see if bill will flush darker. he does.

“yuh-yeah, i know.” 

mike’s eyes flick to the barn and back. out here, the music is muffled, but mike can still tell hear andy williams crooning his familiar tune from the speakers inside. 

“do you want to dance with me, bill?” 

bill’s hand twitches again. “out here?” 

mike nods. bill nods, and mike bets his heart is knocking against his ribs just as hard as the one in mike’s chest. mike offers his hand, and bill takes it, and the next moment mike’s got bill denbrough against his chest as they sway to the easy beat of moon river.

it’s in the way bill steps on my feet, mike thinks. it’s in the way he apologizes every time, even when i just laugh and promise him it’s okay. it’s in the way he keeps apologizing, cheeks flushed and hands curled around mike’s arms, until mike kisses him quiet. 

it’s in the way that mike’s only eighteen, but he knows what love, true love, feels like. 

#reddie #hanbrough #richie tozier #those r the focus but theres also uhhh #benverly #stanpat #but they're on the side sorry #my writing #thank u 4 this i wrote like a madman for 40 minutes #Anonymous

[charredbrie]

Kurobas Valentine’s Day Event 2020 Day 1: MuraHimu

Decided to participate just because I feel inspired. Thank you so much @vanilla-daydreams and @theuglycrybaby for making this possible. So yeah for Day 1, I have decided to do my ultimate ship, MuraHimu. Also, thank you @tastytatsu for your support *cyber hug* <3

DAY 1 Prompt: Chocolates/I don’t remember having these many hickeys, but I don’t mind.

Summary: Atsushi is at lost on how to make Muro-chin happy this coming Valentines’ Day until a certain baked good catches his attention.

Word count: 3, 855 words

Rating: T

Atsushi is lost. Why, you ask? It’s because v-day is approaching fast and being in a relationship with the one and only pretty boy, Himuro Tatsuya is enough to make his knees go jello but he is totally lost on how to please him. He may appear to be a monster on the court but he must admit that he is at lost on how to make his Muro-chin happy. After all, he is in his first-ever relationship with a guy, and a pretty one at that (did I say it twice?). He has this gut feeling that once v-day comes, Muro-chin is gonna be swarmed with lots of delectable chocolates that he won’t even notice his. He sighs in defeat as he put his hands on his pockets. He is currently loitering around Yosen’s hallway after class, trying to think of something to do. He knows that Muro-chin doesn’t really like sweets so giving him a chocolate bar or any sweet confectionaries is out of the picture. And now, he is more than reduced to aid in his dilemma. 

He has seen his sister make a big fuss about v-day and chocolates for his boyfriend but is it normal for him to make a fuss though? He cringes at the thought. He isn’t a girl to give out chocolates. He is standing at 208 cm for goodness’ sake. But at the same time, he wants to do something for Muro-chin since he knows that the boy loves spoiling and indulging him a lot. He isn’t stupid per se, he just doesn’t want to think about unnecessary things and he is just lazy to exert any effort or energy to every single stuff that doesn’t concern him. And he knows that Muro-chin’s effort means a lot to him so for the first time in his life, he actually wants to do something for the boy. He tries to think of more options. He has seen Sachin’s hand made a scarf for Kuro-chin’s birthday way back when the Kisekis has their meet up. He tries to weigh his option of doing that but actually gives up on the thought knowing that v-day is gonna be in a week and there’s no way in hell he can finish that.

And thus, out of options, he clutches his hair in frustration and just decides to go to the convenience store and grab more snacks. His brain cells are burning him alive and he’d rather eat more snacks than pass out because of damaged brain cells.

Upon arriving at the convenience store, Atsushi wastes no time to grab all his favorites and place them on the basket hanging on his right arm. He passes by the magazine stand and browses from magazine to magazine thinking that it might give him some good ideas until his purple irises catch one particular article.

‘Hm, interesting. It’s a pain to do this but whatever.’

He carefully reads the article and an idea had struck him like thunder. He grabs the magazine and goes straight to the counter to pay for everything. He then proceeds to the nearest grocery store to purchase the stuff that he will need to practice on but not before fishing out his phone to send a text to his older brother. He needs a hand to obtain something that underage kids can’t.

                                                           -x-

February 14th, Friday. The day has finally arrived and Atsushi couldn’t be more excited because he has perfected this particular recipe that catches his attention after several attempts of learning it. He gets a little bit guilty because these past few days, whenever Muro-chin wants to do something together, he has usually declined it for the sole purpose of practicing his baking skills. He doesn’t want to look at the rejected face of his pretty boy because he knows he’s weak and he will just give in to him and in the end, he can’t make any preparations. And thus, he steels his resolve just to this day. After all, he is doing this for the sole purpose of surprising and making Muro-chin happy.

He wakes up really early to prepare for it since it will also be good for breakfast and Atsushi has put into mind that if he’s gonna join the battle called V-day, it might as well attack early. At least he knows that whatever comes after it, it will be pretty bland for Muro-chin compared to what he has to offer. He hates losing after all.

Silently, he tries to tiptoe and moves carefully as possible so he won’t wake Muro-chin who is sleeping peacefully on the other bed. He bends underneath his bed and reaches out for the package that he has received yesterday from his brother. Slowly, he slips off the room and proceeds to the dorm kitchen and starts his work, starting with pre-heating the oven to 165 F.

He is going to do Kaiserschmarrn - an Austrian dessert that is meant to be destroyed into bite-sized pieces but he decides that it should be good for breakfast in bed because it is just actually a pancake with some complicated baking. He gathers his purple locks into a small ponytail first and takes Muro-chin’s light blue apron with a seahorse print, he then proceeds to work. He needs ten eggs, the whites should be separated from the yolks. One by one, he starts breaking and separating it. He puts the egg whites in the fridge since he learns by now after practicing that egg whites are better whipped when cold. He measures the flour and baking powder and dumps all of them in a bowl. He takes the yolks and whisks it and then mixes in the sugar and heavy cream. He goes to his package that his brother has sent him and pulls out a bottle of Contreu (orange liquor) and rum. Thank goodness for his brother who is always been supportive of him that he has his hands on this adult stuff. The recipe only calls for a shot of both liquors but Atsushi decided to put thrice the amount because he just assumes that Muro-chin likes alcohol since he is from America.

After all the wet ingredients are mixed and done, he takes an orange and zests the skin directly to the wet ingredients bowl. The moment he catches a strong whiff of the orange aroma, he stops zesting and just eats the rest of the orange. He folds the dry ingredients to the wet ones and sets it aside afraid that he might overfold it again, he takes out the egg whites adding half teaspoon of sugar one at the time and starts whipping it until it reaches the stiff peak stage. He folds the finished mixture again with the egg whites in three parts while throwing in the rum-soaked raisins in the last part that is once again, from his brother’s package,  as not to over mix it because it will just result to a stiff cake.

When he is finally done with the batter he carefully mixes, he takes out a big nonstick pan, opens the stove and melts the half stick of butter that he has. He pours all the batter in there and waits for the bottom to cook a little bit before putting it in the oven. He sets the timer for 30 minutes. And thus, while waiting for it to bake, he checks his plum jam in the fridge that he has concocted yesterday and tastes it again. Feeling satisfied with the taste, he then pulls out his own milk chocolate bar and meticulously melts the chocolate in a bain-marie and adds a little bit of heavy cream to make a ganache because it will be used for dipping purposes together with the plum jam.

Deciding to kill time while waiting for the Kaiserschmarrn to finish, he cleans the kitchen and washes all the baking utensils that he has used. As he is putting everything away, he hears the timer and sets the oven temperature again to 200 F to get the browning that he desires and sets the timer for another 8 minutes. As the final preparation is coming to an end, he starts to whip the heavy cream to stiff peaks as well as caramelizing the sugar with melted butter for the final touch. And since Muro-chin loves his morning coffee so much, he brews some too.

Finally, after his painful minutes of waiting, Atsushi finally hears the timer and happily pulls out the baked goods all the while filling the kitchen with a delectable smell and starts to rip it into bite-sized pieces and pours the mixture of the caramelized sugar and butter on top of it. He tastes it and he feels proud that he actually pulls this off really well and he actually can taste the rum and the Contreu a little too much but all in all, he can say that it is a success.

Delicately, he arranges it prettily on a circular white plate together with the chocolate ganache and the plum jam in little saucers as he puts the freshly whipped cream on the side diagonally the dips and finishes it with assorted berries for more color appeal. Feeling satisfied with work, Atsushi pours the coffee into Muro-chin’s own mug and sets it on the tray together with the Kaiserschmarrn. He takes a photo of his plating and he makes sure that he gets all his alcohol to put back in his room or else he will get in trouble with his dorm head.

I hope Muro-chin appreciates this because I woke up too early just for this! He silently thinks. But whatever, he feels satisfied by everything.

                                                          -x-

Atsushi carefully opens their room while struggling just because he is also carrying the package underneath the tray. Slowly, he walks going to their center table and puts the tray on top of it then pushes back the box underneath his bed. He looks at his phone and sees that it is already 6:30 in the morning. He opens the blinds to let the morning light seep through their room with the intention of waking Muro-chin up. A few seconds after, the said boy shuffles on his bed and tries to wake up probably not because of the morning light but the sweet scent of the baked goodie, as well as the coffee, is wafting all over their room. He sees Muro-chin trying to stretch underneath his blanket and looks upon him with his exposed eye. He yawns when he greets him with a sweet smile.

‘’Morning, Atsushi. Happy Valentines Day. You’re awake pretty early.”

He forces out a smile as once again, he finds himself drowning on that smile of his. Probably also for a fact that he’s quite nervous about Muro-chin’s reaction whether or not he will like what he has to offer. He is rooted in his position by the window as he is still lost for words. When Muro-chin sits up, that’s when his exposed eye widens, meaning he finally sees what is on the center table. The pretty boy looks at the table then to him and vice versa again. Suddenly, he gets startled when he feels Muro-chin’s weight on him as he attacks him with an embrace. He looks down on him awkwardly as he hears the boy mutters his thanks. Muro-chin lets go of his body as he looks up to him, happiness is obviously oozing out of his face and that makes Atsushi calm.

“You did this for me, Atsushi?”

He blushes as he scratches the back of his head all the while avoiding the pretty boy’s gaze. “Yeah...”

The pretty boy chuckles as he takes his hand and leads him towards their center table and motions him to sit. However, instead of Muro-chin sitting opposite him, he sits on his lap and he’s not at all complaining. He looks at him with hopeful eyes and asks “Can I start digging in? Because the sweet smell is making it hard to resist.”

He nods and says, “It’s for you, Muro-chin. Happy Valentines Day.”

He receives a kiss on his cheek as Muro-chin starts eating. On his first piece, he puts the plum jam and some whipped cream on top. He closes his eyes whilst savoring the taste. When he opens his eyes, he looks at him with a newfound respect for his baking skills.

“This is so good! What is this?”

“Kaiserschmarrn or Emperor’s Mess. It’s an Austrian dessert. Though the chocolate is actually not included in the original recipe, I just added it since it’s Valentines'.”

Atsushi watches, feeling proud and satisfied, as Muro-chin takes bite after bite, alternating between the plum jam and the chocolate ganache as his accompany for his Kaiserschmarrn. He sips his coffee happily too and watching him, it makes Atsushi feel all warm inside knowing that someone actually appreciates his effort because believe it or not, though the pretty boy is not really into sweet stuff, he almost finishes the pancake. He suddenly gets pulled out of his thoughts when he sees Muro-chin lifting up his fork going to his mouth loaded with the pancake and the chocolate ganache almost covering the entirety of it. He happily opens his mouth and waits for the food to reach his cavern since he especially likes it when Muro-chin feeds him. But the next action after the food reaches his mouth startles him.

Muro-chin suddenly attacks his mouth with a kiss. A few seconds of freezing on his spot does nothing because of the fact his pretty boy is enthusiastically kissing him as if there’s no tomorrow with his arms wrapped around his shoulders. Languidly, they let go of each other to gasp some much-needed air and he gazes on Muro-chin’s face, his exposed eye is glassy and he feels like his pupil is dilated and his face is all red. Not the red when he blushes but something else. Atsushi tilts his head in question on his state but he can’t deny that he looks so alluring right now and his little Atsushi can’t help but react.

“M-Muro-chin, are you alright?”

The guy in question just purrs as he bites his lower lip in a very sensual way that Atsushi has never seen before.

“A-Atsushi, I feel funny.”

“W-Why do yo-“, his eyes suddenly widen in recognition as it hits him. Ah, the alcohol. He panics a little as he fusses over the pretty boy and carefully stands up with him on his arms as he gently lays him on his bed. He bends down to plant a kiss on his forehead before he decides that he can get some rest but unfortunately, he is pulled down on top of Muro-chin with his hand supporting his weight as not to crush the fragile boy underneath him.

“Ne, Atsushi...” Muro-chin calls him seductively. “Since it’s Valentines', we can start early...I know a good way to use whipped cream and chocolate.” He mischievously grins at him and Atsushi gulps thickly but not in fear. Hell no. Muro-chin might be smaller than him but he is actually worried about his virtue. When the smaller boy pulls him closer to lean in for a kiss, Atsushi has resigned to his fate.

                                                           -x-

So in the end, they both miss their classes because after they do the dirty deed, Muro-chin actually passes out and Atsushi comes to a conclusion. He has gotten Muro-chin drunk. Should I be worried? It’s not at all surprising because he has added like three shots each of those alcohol plus throws in the fact that the raisins are rum-soaked. He looks at the smaller boy who is sleeping peacefully with a happy expression while clinging into him. He actually wants to get out of his arms and take a shower because he feels really sticky right now. They mess with the chocolate ganache and the whipped cream a little bit too much. He takes his phone on their shared bedside table and types his message for Masako-chin that they will not be attending the morning practice and classes because Muro-chin is not feeling well and that he will look after him. As he hits the send button, he puts his phone back where it belongs. Sighing in defeat, Atsushi just leans into Muro-chin’s hair and smells it for comfort as his lids get heavy.

                                                         -x-

Himuro suddenly jerks awake no thanks to his phone vibrating. His head is pounding as well as his lower back is so sore. While trying to make himself fully awake, he feels a warm body embracing him tightly. He smiles as he runs his free hand on Atsushi’s purple locks. He must admit that this is the best Valentines' Day ever. To think that his big, lazy baby actually bakes something for him is enough to make his heart do somersaults. Atsushi can be overly adorable when he wants to. Cautiously, he tries to remove himself from Atsushi’s clutch and tries to sit up from the bed. He can still feel the constant pounding of his head but tries to ignore it because the continuous vibrating of his phone is annoying him more. Reaching for his phone, he sees that caller id and panics a little because it is Araki-kantoku who is calling him. Composing himself, he tries to answer the call as normal as possible.

“Hello, Araki-kantoku?”

“Himuro!!!!” He automatically moves his phone away from his ear to save himself from getting deaf. He cringes as he can see that the coach is really mad.

“Where the hell are you and Murasakibara?! We’ve been trying to reach you for a while now. He sent me a message earlier that you both are skipping practice and classes. Are you feeling better?”

He whips his head at Atsushi to see that he is already waking up because of all the noise that Araki-kantoku is making. The big baby looks at him with his adorable purple irises as he reaches his hand to his purple locks and pats him.

“Sorry, coach. We are in our dorm room. We fell asleep. I feel a bit better now. We’ll come to practice and school tomorrow.”

“Why is Murasakibara skipping practice and school when he’s not sick?”

Himuro tries to rack his brain with an excuse to save Atsushi from the coach’s wrath. “A-Ah, he has colds...I spread my virus on him. So I told him not to come to school and practice too as not to spread it more.” Fuck Tatsuya, what a lame excuse. He chides himself.

He sighs in relief when he feels that the coach accepts his excuse. “Okay, I’ll double your training when you guys get better. Take care both of you.”

“Thank you.”

He ends the call as he puts back his phone on its initial place and faces Atsushi.

“So,” he starts, “...what did you put in the dessert Atsushi?”

The big baby sinks himself deeper into the blanket and mumbles incoherently.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Rum and orange liquor.”

“Atsushi....” The purple head pokes his head from the blanket so he can finally meet his gaze but Atsushi being himself, he averts his gaze like a child getting caught for something.

“I thought Muro-chin is a strong drinker since you told me before that you drink some of your Dad’s beer back in America. But the recipe actually calls for a shot of each, I just added a bit more.”

Oh. That’s why. He might be from America but he can only handle a beer or two and not strong liquor like rum. He thinks for a bit.

“Wait a minute, how did you even get that alcohol?”

“My big brother helped me. He sent me a package containing that.”

Okay. There’s no way in hell that Atsushi can get his hands on those by himself. He might be too tall for his age but he is still a high schooler. He sighs in defeat. True, it’s not good to miss classes and basketball practice because of something stupid as getting drunk but he can’t find himself getting pissed off at Atsushi, he can never will. He loves his big baby too much. Plus, his effort of making him something out of his comfort zone, it really touches him deeply. Deciding that he’ll let the big baby slide today, he tries to stand up but to his horror, he jerks back to the bed because his lower back is hurting too much. Just how much did Atsushi pound on me for me to feel like this? Sensing his uncomfortable state, Atsushi sits up on the bed and helps him.

“Are you okay, Muro-chin?”

“Ah, yeah. My lower back hurts. Just how much did we do? I don’t really remember much.”

Atsushi smiles lazily at him and says, “Three.”

Himuro gapes at him, “Three times?”

“Uh, yeah. You were insisting to do more.”

He blushes out of embarrassment as he facepalms all the while avoiding looking at Atsushi. He nervously let out a chuckle, “..I..did that..?”

Atsushi looks at him mischievously as he stands up and walks towards their bathroom in all his naked glory. He halts his steps as he looks back at him and utters with his mischievous grin still present on his face, “Yeah. It’s okay Muro-chin, I enjoyed it as well. Do you want to take a shower now? I feel sticky all over. Muro-chin really enjoyed playing with the whipped cream and the chocolate ganache. Don’t you feel sticky too?”

And with that, Himuro is left alone contemplating what his sweet and innocent Atsushi has said. It gives him the shock of his life and reduces his life span for 16 years that he is actually the one who has tainted his big baby unintentionally.

Omake

When it is Himuro’s turn to take a shower, he gets the shock of his life when he looks at the mirror. Hurriedly, he opens the bathroom door only to see the big baby sitting on his bed while eating his maiubo.

“At-Atsushi!!!!”

The big baby looks at him with wonder as he struts in front of him with heavy steps.

“I don’t remember having these many hickeys!”

“Eh? But Muro-chin you said that I should bite you the way I bite on my snac-“, he doesn’t let him finish as he smacks him with next available thing his hand can reach - a pillow.

“Really, Atsushi. You are really unbelievable.”

“Eh? Why me? It should be you.”

He clicks his tongue in annoyance but leans on Atsushi and gives him a sweet kiss. “But I don’t mind. It’s the best Valentines' Day ever. You made me happy. I love you, Atsushi.”

The big baby gives him a genuine smile and said, “Love you too, Muro-chin. I win though.”

“Win?”

“I get to keep you all by myself for today unlike last year, girls were flocking all over you.”

He just chuckles at his boyfriend’s childishness. Really, there is never a dull moment when your other half is one Murasakibara Atsushi.  

NOTES: Kaiserschmarrn is a traditional Austrian dessert. The one in this story is the traditional recipe based on what my co-chef from Austria has taught me. It usually comes with a plum jam minus the chocolate ganache. I just included it here since the prompt is chocolate. And yeah, knowing that this recipe is full of alcohol, I just decided to use this with a poor attempt on humor. *don’t kill me please*

Thanks for reading! <3

Also, you can read it now on Ao3

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[morningstr]

50 questions you’ve never been asked

tagged by @beckettkatherine​, thanks love <3

what is the colour of your hairbrush? i have a black and a white one

name a food you never eat? raisins

are you typically too warm or too cold? i’ve come to peace with hot weather, but i’m still def more miserable in the summer

what were you doing 45 minutes ago? studying for my business economics exam

what is your favourite candy bar? i’m honestly not picky, if it’s sweet i’ll eat it

have you ever been to a professional sports event? i’ve played and enjoyed sports all my life so yea

what is the last thing you said out loud? probably good night to my friends last night lmao

what is your favourite ice cream? i try to get a different flavour every time so don’t really have a facourite

what was the last thing you had to drink? orange juice

do you like your wallet? it’s in like 3 pieces so i really need a new one lmo

what was the last thing you ate? túrós csusza 💀💀

did you buy any new clothes last weekend? i did order a pair of white jeans

the last sporting event you watched? prob some shitty football match, i don’t really watch any sports anymore

what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? salted caramel

who is the last person you sent a text message to? to the GC with my friends

ever go camping? i have when i was little. it’d be fun to do again tho

do you take vitamins? i probably should, but i just forget every time

do you go to church every sunday? nooo

do you have a tan? not anymore, i need some sun

do you prefer chinese food or pizza? pizza

do you drink your soda with a straw? only if there’s alcohol in it 

what colour socks do you usually wear? mostly black

do you ever drive above the speed limit? i don’t drive at all bro lmao

what terrifies you? rn? i’m really stressing about my internship hah  💀

look to your left, what do you see? literally a blank wall

what chore do you hate? is cooking a chore? cause i hate doing that

what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? i mean it’s a funky one for sure. it took a bit of time to actually recognize accents when i started seriously learning english. everything just sounded the same, i was glad i could understand lmao

what’s your favourite soda? i honestly don’t drink that much. pepsi? idk

do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru?  now we just hit the drive thru, but we used to go to mcdonalds a Lot when we were in like 7th grande

who’s the last person you talked to? 2 guys from our friend group

favourite cut of beef? what does that even mean

last song you listened to? rn i'd love by auður is playing

last book you read? 😶😶😶

favourite day of the week? i mean every day is the same now lmao probably friday tho? 

can you say the alphabet backwards? i can barely say it forwards anymore

how do you like your coffee? i hate coffee

favourite pair of shoes? i have a white pair of adidas, it’s so comfy

the time you normally go to bed? i go to bed around 10 and fall asleep around 12

the time you normally get up? i have an alarm set at 9am every day, but i had classes at 8 

what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?  i Love sunsets, but the vibes of staying up until 6am on a summer night is 👌👌👌

how many blankets on your bed? like 3, but i get hot so i only use 1

describe your kitchen plates: it’s very mismatch, we moved literally 8 times lmao

do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? cuba libre or  screwdriver

do you play cards? i’m very good at uno! 

what colour is your car? i ride the bus dude. they are purple where i live tho lmao

can you change a tire? absolutely not

your favourite province? idk what you mean by province :’D

favourite job you’ve ever had? i’ve worked at the zoo the past 2 summers, it’s pretty chill

how did you get your biggest scar? i have one on my chin, i flew off my bike when i was 7. i also have one on my back, they had to take a birthmark off bc it was getting ugly

what did you do today that made someone else happy? this couple in our friend group just had a baby yesterday, and we’re planning to surprise them with something that’ll make them happy hopefully haha

#tag game

[anpannkko]

Here's my entrance exam for @taiyuu-high-oct

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Kiru bounced her leg, growing antsy. The pit in her stomach that had formed when she arrived has been filled with the prickly thorns of impatience. She’d been in the waiting room for what felt like actual years. The rest of the students had slipped into a sedentary state, idly checking their watches or cleaning their nails, or even just staring at the wall. Every so often, someone would jerk their head, fighting off the tendrils of sleep seeping into their bodies.

"STUDENTS!" the over-enthusiastic voice crackled over the intercom, jolting the examinees out of their stupor. "Prepare yourselves for the most dangerous exam of your lives! This exam is fraught with peril, fear, and…" The voice, who Kiru supposed was a woman, trailed off. "Buckskin, what's another word for danger?" 

"Er, maybe it'd be best to get to the exam part, Miss Laccadaisie." A soft voice (Buckskin, apparently) replied.

"Ah." There was a pause, then a scraping sound, like the microphone was being pushed across the table. "Your turn, then." 

Buckskin sighed. "Anywho. Students, pay attention to this bit. Your entrance exam will be given in the form of an obstacle race." Low whispers snaked across the room. Some students, like Tokachi and Hiraku, brightened. Their quirks were well suited for a race. The others looked deflated, Kiru among them. How was she supposed to show off her quirk in an obstacle race?

"Some of you may be feeling downcast," Buckskin said as if reading her thoughts, "but don't fret. We've taken care to ensure that all quirks will be usable." The room let out a collective sigh of relief. 

"You will be scored in three categories. The first: heroics, which is measured by how many enemies you defeat and bystanders you save. The second: speed, measured by how fast you defeat each obstacle. The third: co-operation." Kiru raised an eyebrow.

"You will be taking the exam with an assigned partner."

...

Oh boy.

Cries of indignation filled the room.

"What?! This a group project?!"

"I hardly know anyone here!"

"Oh...what if I'm no help?"

Laccadaisie cleared her throat pointedly. Everyone quieted down immediately. Buckskin muttered a quiet thanks, then continued. "Your pairs will be displayed on the screen to the right, and then you may leave through the door on the left. Remember, your points are cumulative, so don't try to sabotage your partner." He coughed. "Er, we wish you all the best of luck.

"And don't forget to have fun!" Laccadaisie chimed in. And with a click, the intercom shut off.

Silence.

Kutou was the first to pipe up. "Whoever gets assigned with me, you better not expect me to carry you." 

"Vhy vould anyone trrrrust you enough to carrrry zem?" A girl with purple hair and grey skin muttered. 

The screen on the right flashed. 

TAKAKUTOU SHAKOU & TOKACHI AMEKO

Kutou stood up and trudged her way over to the door. "Come one, bunny girl. Let's get this done." Tokachi stood up begrudgingly, glaring with all the powers of Hell at Kutou's retreating back. Kiru whistled lowly.

 She never wanted to be on the receiving end of that glare.

The two of them slipped out of the room, and after that people started trickling out into the most important moment of their careers. The screen flashed brightly, sealing each pair's dates. 

SEISHIN TAMASHI & INOUE HIRAKU

YUKINO ZOË & HOTARU FUJI

SUZUKI POPI & ARAKAN KOATSU

 With each person that left, the tension grew heavier and heavier until Kiru could practically taste it. Her potential partner options grew slimmer and slimmer. She had a sneaking suspicion who hers was gonna be, but she kept praying it wouldn't be so. Soon everyone had left except for…

Him. 

She hadn't even bothered to learn his name. Why waste time and energy getting to know someone you'd never plan on talking to by your own free will?

The look on his face told her that her line of thinking was paralleled. 

She sighed. "Well, howdy doody, partner? What's your name? I didn't catch it over the sound of your stupidity whilst you were preening earlier."

He scoffed and pointed to the screen.

KANZOU KANEDA & KOTTOBA KIRU

       

           "Personally, I'd rather avoid speaking to you more than is necessary," he drawled. "Don't want to give the impression that I tolerate you." 

             Kiru rolled her eyes. "Your loss, McSalty, you're missing out on a stellar personality." She strode over to the door and opened it, giving him a comically over-the-top bow. "Ladies first." 

             "What an elementary insult."

             "Honey, if you thought that was an offence, you've never looked in a mirror." She shut the door behind her. Kanzou opened his mouth, probably to give some poorly thought out retort, but was cut off by a rather distracting explosion. 

               Kiru ducked instinctively and turned her attention to the scene before her. Several surprisingly human-sized robots were darting around; breaking windows, throwing around bricks, and harassing passerby. There were screams of citizens (which she hoped were simulated) echoing around. Above them all, a significantly larger robot floated above the chaos, clearly meant to be the final boss.

                She whistled. "They really went all out, didn't they?" Silence. "Alright then. Can you handle a couple of robots while I do some rescues?" 

                "Let's just get this over with." He rushed off and started hurling...sugar? At the robots? How was that supposed to help? 

She shrugged and ran off towards the nearest citizen, who was being attacked by a villain. The citizen was a different type of robot, more round and friendly-looking. The enemies were sharper-looking and had screens on their faces, which was currently displaying “>:)”. Kottoba rushed over and tugged the attacker off, throwing it across the street. It was surprisingly light. She turned back to the citizen and helped it to its feet. 

    “You alright, man?” The friendly robot brushed itself off and gave Kiru a thumbs up before running off. She smiled. That wasn’t that hard. She ran to the next group of citizens and herded them away from the fight. Then there was one pinned under a bit of debris. Then a child-sized one stuck in their house. Then a couple, clinging to each other, being beaten by a whole gang of robots.

    She obliterated them all. 

    Feeling more and more confident with each moment, she turned around to check on Kanzou. 

    “Oh, brilliant.” 

    The narcissistic rat was challenging the boss. There was a random assortment of small fruits and vegetables floating around him. He was hurling sugar everywhere, occasionally spicing it up with a piece of produce, which didn’t seem to have a be super effective. The boss was attacking him so fast, it was a wonder Kanzou wasn’t shredded to bits by now.

    “Oi! Raisin-brain! What are you doing?!” Kiru yelled out. 

    Kanzou glanced over and at that moment the boss was able to land a hit. He dropped to the ground.

    “Frick-” Kiru rushed to him, prepared to help and possibly perform CPR, but Kanzou kicked her as soon as she was in range. 

    “Ow! Why?” 

    “Get down, you stupid friking idiot.”  he hissed. Kiru dropped immediately. 

    “Why the heck were you fighting that thing? You were supposed to get the little ones down first.”

    Kanzou rolled his eyes. “Did you forget the entire point of this thing? It’s a race, dummy. Obviously, the big bad is the obstacle. We've gotta defeat it and then find the exit." 

    “Okay, then, what do we do?” 

            He put a hand on his chin and furrowed his brow. "Obviously, it's a tough one, considering my skills were barely able to make a dent in it. We'll have to rely on trickery." 

            Kiru gave him an incredulous look. "Your skills? You mean throwing potatoes at a robot?"

            He gave her a harsh glare, cold as ice. "Well, you haven't done anything significant this whole time." 

             She sputtered. "I'm the only reason we even have points! You're the unhelpful one! All you've done is chuck fruit and I could do that without a quirk!" Kanzou opened his mouth to argue, but at that moment The Boss hurled a handful of small building chunks at them. One piece smacked Kiru in the head, and it hurt.

             To put it delicately, Kiru lost it.

            "Oh, rust off, you bucket of bolts!" She popped up from their shoddy hiding place, anger boosting her new-found energy. "You are the sorriest excuse for a villain dummy I've ever had the displeasure of meeting! You're not even doing anything, you stupid hunk of garbage! Your mother was a roomba and your father came from a scrapyard! What are you even made of, brainless steel?!" The Boss stopped suddenly, its facial screen glitching. Sparks flew from its joints, and it jerked violently. Kiru backed away. It was going crazy. The robot stopped convulsing, its facial screen briefly displaying an ":0" face.

              And then it exploded.

             "Gah!" Kiru scrambled out of the explosion's range. Flaming pieces of robot rained down, making it 100% more dangerous. A hand tapped her shoulder and she jumped. It was Kanzou, who was pointing to a door that had opened up on the other side of the fire. 

             "That has to be the exit!" He exclaimed. Kiru nodded in agreement. 

             "How do we get there?"

              In response, he flicked his hand and drew out a white powder from one of his pockets. "You need to follow me closely, otherwise you'll get burned." He took off, laying down thick layers of powder in front of him. Kiru bolted after him. The powder seemed to put out the fire almost instantly. After they had gotten through the worst of it, he spread his arms in a grand gesture, and a flurry of powder settled over the remaining flames. He turned back, satisfied. Kiru grinned.

              "Race you to the exit." Kanzou rolled his eyes, then dashed ahead of her. "Hey! I didn't say go yet!" She yelled, but she wasn't really mad. She ran after him, but he totally got there before her. "Rude."

             "Don't be offended,I'm just better than you." Kiru snorted. She pushed open the door, giving him a comical bow.

            "It's still ladies first." 

            "Excuse you, I'm a queen." He strode in and yelped. Kiru quickly followed him. 

            "What? What is-" she gaped.

            In front of them, there was a large screen, displaying their rankings among the other examinees. 

            "Second place?!" Whatever Kiru was expecting, it wasn't that. "Heck yeah, dude!" She raised her hand for a high five. Kanzou just scowled.

             "I could've done better if you hadn't slowed us down." He meant it to sound insulting, but Kiru thought he sounded more mad at himself. 

               Or maybe her brain was filtering it to sound that way as not to ruin her mood. Whatever.

              "Well, we're in the school now. Schools are for improving, right?" She grinned. "I'll just have to work hard to turn my stupid into strategy." Kanzou didn't respond, but he didn't scoff or roll his eyes, so Kiru took that as a sign he'd taken her stellar advice to heart.

                Ah, yes. Kottoba Kiru, dropper of hot wisdom, maker of puns, master of flirtation…

                Hero hopeful.

[illicit-ghost]

thanos to peter: insect *yeets him on the ground*

tony: what thE FUCK DID HE EVER DO TO YOU YOU BIG PURPLE ASS RAISIN CHIN BITCH YOU WILL REGRET THIS FOREVER SHRIVELLED GRAPE PIECE OF SHIT-

*5 minutes later*

people on the next planet: who’s screaming?

#incorrect tony stark #tony stark #iron man #iron dad #spider son #incorrect iron man quotes #incorrect iron dad #peter parker #incorrect peter parker #spiderman #mcu peter parker #mcu spiderman #incorrect mcu #incorrect mcu quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #marvel #thanos

[lazy-crow-writingblog]

Headache

A/N: Hey you like quickies? No? Perfect. I was in the line for the Financial Aid office and I wrote this down in my notebook while waiting. So yeah, it's not exactly like what I wrote but it's good enough.

Paring: (Mentioned) Stephen Strange/ Tony Stark

Word Count: 471

Summary: Stephen deals with some shit.

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Stephen survived a lot of shit. Losing the ability to steady his hands, getting killed repeatedly by a cosmic being, being dusted by a purple grape with a raisin chin, you could say they were all test. Test from the universe to see if Stephen had what it takes to get back up after getting knocked down so much and so hard. Fortunately for him (or unfortunately, however you see it) Stephen Vincent Strange is a stubborn and determined man. What he'd been through was nothing. So right now, this situation before him, must be a test also. A test of his patients because the scene he was looking at right now was surely trying him. He'd been gone for 5 short minutes to talk to Wong about him to stop stealing his ice cream and when he came back every was in a disarray. He was going to show his pupils how to float. They weren't going to use the Cloak, as Billy suggested. Instead Stephen brought a box that, when activated, would lower the gravity level so everyone would be floating. Cool right, one day they'll learn the spell that'll allow them to float whenever. Until then they needed to get used to it. When he excused himself from the rule he left one very important and simple instuction.

[B]Do not touch the box.

Simple right? Apparently not for his students. There they were, floating and mid air and looking like deer caught in headlights. Someone had to touch the box. Stephen took in a deep breath and sighed. His face became a blank slate and that struck fear into the students.

"How is it that my husband, the most stubborn man I know other then myself, will listen tl me but my students won't."

Stephen opened the eye of Agamotto and reversed time to get his students down, clean the mess, and to find the culprit. It was Billy. A smart kid with loads of potential but had a hard time listening to instructions. As his punishment he had 2 more hours of meditation.

Once he had everything sorted out the lesson was given and everyone sent off to do what they had been told to. Stephen was just happy that the day was over and he could go home to his husband and relax. Couldn't do that either apparently. The moment the portal open all the way he could see his loving husband and unofficial son covered in bath bubbles with more of said bubbles on the ceiling. How they got there he didn't want to know. Tony chuckled while Peter looked down in embarrassment.

"Hey honey, welcome home." Tony said doing his best to not look like a child that was having to much fun.

Stephen only laughed and walked into his new sudsy home.

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